#so by the time I get home I can’t do much because I don’t want to risk a flare up that’d incapacitate me for days

[l-starsz]

please more sex with getting caught its so hot maybe billie pounding reader from behind and they get caught

a/n: i stayed up extra late to finish writing this so i really hope its good🥲 i’m so tired that my eyes are slowly closing rn, it’s almost 5am, if there are any mistakes please please ignore them because i’m not awake enough to notice🙏 this request was so good though oh my goshhh

billie and i had been preparing for the last hour to go see her family. it always took me a while to get ready, hence why we were getting ready over an hour in advance. when it was almost time to leave, billie walked in the room. she was wearing a baggy shirt, along with baggy jeans, and she looked perfect. i groaned and reached out towards her, wrapping my arms around her waist and pulling her against me.

"you look so beautiful, baby." i whispered.

i saw her smile as she pressed a kiss on top of my head, before speaking, "you look even more beautiful, my love. my pretty baby."

finneas and claudia were going to be there, along with some close family friends. i was really looking forward to catching up with everyone, and getting to spend time with them. i looked up at billie and smiled, until she spoke again.

"we have to leave in a minute, okay? otherwise we'll be late."

i nodded and let go of her waist, quickly finishing what i was doing before getting up to put my shoes on. it wasn't too long before we left the house. the drive wasn't too long since they lived pretty close, but the entire way there, billies hand stayed firm against my thigh. we had quiet music playing, but after around fifteen minutes, we were there.

as soon as she'd parked up, we walked straight inside and i immediately greeted everyone with quick hugs. whilst some of the people there were helping with dinner, me and billie were sat next to eachother on the sofa catching up with everyone. we had offered to help but maggie convinced us to sit down. it’d been a while since we’d seen them. the tv was playing quietly, but nobody was really paying attention to it, more interested in their own conversations.

it wasn’t too long before dinner was ready, and everyone sat around the table, many different conversations surrounding me as i joined in with a few of them every so often. the night went by super quick, and once everyone had left except for us, still talking to her parents, we realised how late it was. i stretched before nudging billie.

“we should probably head home, it’s getting kind of late.” i mumbled.

“shittt,” she groaned as she checked the time, “ugh I don’t wanna drive, i’m tired.” she rolled her eyes and shuffled closer to me, resting her head on my shoulder.

her parents must’ve overheard the conversation between us, because maggie suggested something that wasn’t a bad idea at all.

“why don’t you both just stay here for the night? it’s no bother for us, we love when you guys stay over.”

i glanced at billie at the same time she’d looked over at me. i gave her a questioning look as she nodded at me.

“that’d be great, thank you both so much! are you sure?” i just wanted to confirm, although they said it was fine, i wanted to be sure.

maggie and patrick both nodded, as me and billie thanked them. after the movie that’d been playing on tv came to an end, we went to billies old room, changing into clothes that were still in her wardrobe. what i didn’t expect to see was billie turning around to face me, with the strap attached around her hips.

“what the fuck is that doing around your waist baby?” i giggled as a smile came to her face.

“well uh- funny story.. i wanted to use it on you when we got home, so i decided it would be easier to have it on so that it was ready, but that can’t happen now.” she laughed, looking down at the ground as her cheeks turned pink.

i shook my head, still laughing as i reached over to help her take it off, whilst her hands made their way to my waist.

when we finally got into bed, we spent a bit of time talking to eachother obviously, and went on our phones. i was practically falling asleep when billie decided it was time to get up and properly get ready for bed. we did a little bit of skincare since we didn’t have our usual stuff with us, and we plaited eachothers hair so that it was out of the way while we slept, then brushed our teeth. when we finally got back in bed, we were both asleep almost immediately.

i woke up pretty early, in billies arms, my head resting on her chest whilst one of her arms was wrapped gently around me. her free hand was holding her phone, scrolling through different apps while she waited for me to wake up. i mumbled a good morning to her to catch her attention, as i buried my face into the crook of her neck.

“good morning angel, did you sleep good?” her fingers traced little patterns on my back underneath the oversized shirt i was wearing.

i nodded against her and held her tighter, before replying quietly.

“did you sleep okay?”

“i did, thank you, love. missed you though when i was waiting for you to wake up.” she almost whispered the last part.

“oh really? and what were you thinking about when i was still sleeping, hm?” i smirked, knowing exactly what she was hinting at.

“oh you knowww.. i was just thinking about the strap that you took off me last night, i mean its just laying on the floor doing nothing, just wondering if maybe we could put it to use?” she smiled, looking into my eyes as she spoke.

“right now? here? can’t you wait until we’re home bil?” i whispered, lifting my head from her neck and looking up at her.

“we can be quick baby. pleaseee, i’ve been desperate since yesterday when i put it on. you just need to be quiet for me.”

as much as i was worried about getting caught, we both knew that i needed it too. i was just as desperate as her, if not more. i thought about it for a few seconds, wondering if it was really a good idea, but i couldn’t fight the feeling. we both would’ve been unbearably horny if we didn’t do anything about in right in that moment, and that would’ve ended bad. i knew that if we waited, billie would’ve been teasing me all day until we were home, leaving me more needy.

“okay bil. but if i get too loud you need to tell me to shut up, i don’t want your parents hearing us. that’d be so awkward.” i giggled, rolling off her body and letting her get up to grab the strap, which had been discarded on the floor.

“okay, angel.” she laughed.

when she’d grabbed the strap, and walked back over to the bed, her lips almost immediately found mine. as we were making out, she slowly sat on the bed next to me, one of her hands on my cheek, whilst the other one made its way down my body, and tugged at the waistband of my shorts. her fingers snuck underneath, grazing the top of my underwear before moving back up to my stomach. i arched my back closer to her, trying to convince her to move her fingers lower again so that she could feel how wet she’d made me in such a short amount of time. it was no use though, her hand only moved higher up, moving under my shirt and reaching my boobs. she grasped at them for a few short minutes, before we were pulling away from eachother for air, and that was when it fully started.

when she looked into my eyes, her hands reached for the bottom of my shirt, pulling it up so that my boobs were on display for her. my nipples hardened as the cool air hit them, which just enticed her more. her lips wrapped around one of my nipples, sucking and slightly biting as her fingers found the other one. this continued for a minute or so before she switched sides, making sure both of my tits got equal attention.

it wasn't long before her fingers were pulling the waistband of my shorts again whilst she marked my chest. she pulled away from me to pull my shorts and underwear off in one swift motion, leaving me almost completely naked for her, the only thing left on my body was my shirt (her shirt) but that was pulled up. i was completely exposed. my cheeks heated up as i realised she could literally see all of me.

i whined and reached out for her, trying to pull at the clothes she was wearing.

“you want me to take these off, baby?”

i nodded at her, a desperate whine falling from my lips as she smirked at how needy i was becoming, all for her. she stood up momentarily, pulling her clothes off and dropping them on the floor with my shorts, forming a small pile of discarded clothes. as she sat back down on the bed, she started trailing her kisses down my body, starting at my lips, working her way down until she reached my clit. she placed a small gentle kiss against it before two of her fingers ran through my soaked folds. she moved my wetness around, spreading it everywhere until it coated my entire pussy, and my inner thighs.

when she was finally satisfied, her fingers pushed into her mouth, sucking my arousal off them, before reaching over for the strap. she took her time making sure it was attached properly, but i knew she was just trying to make me wait as long as possible. she knew the longer she teased, the wetter i’d be. while i was waiting for her, i squeezed my thighs together at the sight of her, trying to create a little bit of friction between them. as soon as she noticed this, she hurried up, rushing back over to spread my legs open as wide as possible, taking in the sight.

she carefully ran the tip through my folds, all of a sudden wasting no time. it wasn’t long at all before the strap was breaking through my walls, resulting in a loud, long moan coming from my mouth.

“sh shh, pretty girl. quiet for me, remember? don’t want anybody hearing.”

i covered my mouth with my hand, feeling billie speed up her thrusts inside me as i tightened around her. it was so obvious that i’d been so needy for her, even though i hadn’t said anything, because i was close already, and it had only been around ten minutes. her hands found my waist as she fucked me harder and harder, but right as i was ready to cum, billie must’ve realised because she very quickly pulled out. i let a whine slip past my lips, before realising it was a little too loud and slapped my hand over my mouth once again.

however, i didn’t even have time to complain because she was quick to flip me over onto my stomach, my breasts pressing against the soft, cool sheets. she grabbed my hips and yanked me up so that my back was arched for her, my pussy perfectly on display for her to see. i heard her groan as my wetness dripped down onto the bed, running her fingers through it once again before slamming the strap back into me all in one thrust. i practically sobbed out, but luckily it was muffled by the pillows and blankets beneath me. my hands grasped at them, and held them tight as she immediately settled on a fast pace, not even giving me time to adjust. all i could hear was my moans, and the wet noise of my pussy, echoing through my mind, not being able to focus on anything else at all. i couldn’t even think straight, too focused on cumming, so it wasn’t a shock when i let out a loud whine when billie abruptly stopped her movements.

i had no idea why she’d stopped. and maybe it should’ve stayed that way.

“why’d you stop againnnn?” i whimpered, moving my hips slightly to encourage her to move again since she was still inside me, but it was almost as if she was frozen.

“uh.. don’t worry about it, angel. let me finish you off first, yeah? is that what you want? then i can tell you after, how does that sound, hm?”

“is it something bad?” i mumbled, my eyebrows furrowing in confusion and worry as i felt her hand lightly glide along my back.

“of course not, baby. you don’t need to worry your pretty mind about it just yet, just let yourself cum first, alright?”

i nodded in response, the needy part of my brain taking over the worry, i was so close that i knew it’d only take five more minutes at most before i was cumming for her, then she could tell me. and i wasn’t wrong. three minutes later i was cumming over her strap with a loud moan into the sheets, drooling all over as i was back in that desperate state of mind.

“good girl. my good girl. so perfect for me.” i heard her speak in a soft tone as she pulled the strap out of me, helping me lay on my back while a small whine came from me. she walked out of the room quickly to get a damp washcloth, returning to the room as quick as she could. as she cleaned me up, my thoughts filled with what had previously happened. why had she stopped out of nowhere? worry clouded my thoughts as i was thinking so much clearer than i had been before.

when she clambered into bed beside me and gently pulled me into her arms with my head resting on her chest and fluffy blankets covering our naked bodies, i looked up with her with big eyes, as she was already looking down at me with a look of pure love and adoration.

“bil?” i whispered, carefully brushing some hair back from her face.

“everything okay, love?” she answered in the most caring tone.

“i was just wondering what happened when you stopped.. did i do something? was it me?” my voice was just above a whisper.

i noticed her laugh slightly and shake her head, “it wasn’t you, angel. you’re probably gonna kill me for not telling you when it happened but uhm.. my mom opened the door and saw everything.. you were just too fucked out though, huh? didn’t even hear her walk in then slam the door?”

my eyes widened and my jaw was practically on the floor as she giggled at my reaction.

“why didn’t you tell me before?!” i groaned and slapped her arm as she continued to laugh.

“i’m sorry! i’m sorry! it’s just that i knew how bad we both wanted it and i wanted to make sure you got to finish before you found out. i could tell how close you were.” she smiled as my face turned red out of embarrassment.

“why did she walk in?” i mumbled, “was i being too loud?”

“oh, no baby. in fact you did a really good job at staying quiet for me, she just walked in to ask if we wanted any breakfast, but she soon walked out again..”

i groaned once again, hiding my red face in her neck as she gently scratched my scalp. i’d never felt so embarrassed in my life. and knowing that we had to  go out there at some point made it even worse. i had to face maggie after she’d just walked in the room to see me with my ass in the air whilst billie fucked me. i wished i could just teleport home so i didn’t have to face her, or maybe rewind time and make it so that she never saw anything. that’d be even better.. but obviously, none of that was going to happen, and we would have to get up at some point to get breakfast, and go through the awkward encounter i was absolutely dreading.

[seosracha]

⸻ SOUVENIR (preview)

SYNOPSIS ⸻ getting into your dream school, far away from the place you are forced to call home, in a romantic place like Paris has always been your dream. Even more dreamy is your fathers best friend, Park Jonseong, who just so happens to be a well-off lawyer in the heart of France.

PAIRING ⸻ dads bestfriend!jay x fem!reader

GENRE ⸻ strangers to lovers, fluff, smut

TAGS ⸻ power imbalance, age gap (reader is 20, jay is 38), daddy issues, both don't have a mother, lawyer!jay :D, descriptions of France that might be incorrect (sorry), more tba.

WC ⸻ currently 5k, est 15-20k

PLAYLIST ⸻ souvenir by selena gomez, je me souviens de tout by tayc, 100 by dean blunt, sad girl by lana del rey

NOTE ⸻ all updates regarding this fic will be published under its tag. i want to make it worth the wait so it probably wont be published this month, or the next. But i PROMISEE ill try to get it out as soon as possible. ill leave u with this for now;)

It’s Sunday. And you're fucking stressed.

The week that led up to the beginning of the semester had been fun enough to make you second guess going to school all together. Seeing the picture perfect city with your own two eyes was a blessing you never expected to experience.

You’re on his couch, flipping through one of the aged books that could be found on his shelf.

French. Complicated. Too serious. But at least you could pretend you understand, or even care for the piece of literature.

Jay sits at the kitchen counter, typing away at his laptop. And honestly, he doesn't know why. Just five steps away is his office, perfectly designed to accommodate all his needs. Yet he chooses the hard, uncomfortable stool at the kitchen island.

“Jay-” you start, eyes still on the book that has caused you to become more bored than you were before opening it “What kind of lawyer are you? Like, what do actually do” your voice is casual, as you steal a glance at him.

He fixes his glasses but doesn't look away. “Corporate” it’s fast, and automatic, almost like he’s heard the question millions of times in his life. Probably because he has.

“Boring” you comment, expecting something more scandalous.

“Pays the bills. That’s enough” his voice is even.

You turn on your side, stretching out your legs. He watches. He watches you, comfortable in his space. Almost too comfortable.

“Sorry to disappoint” he adds, putting his focus back on the unanswered mails in his inbox. But he knows you’re right there, and it bothers him. Not in a bad way- and that feels oddly unsettling.

“Have you never considered something dirtier? Riskier?” you muse, tilting your head.

It was just curiosity. You weren't doing it on purpose.

Were you?

“Dirtier?” he mutters to himself, before glancing away one more time “I don’t take risks. It’s idiotic” the explanation is accompanied by his firm tone.

“Never?” his eyes gloss over the work he hasn't finished yet. He still closes his laptop though. Jay walks over to the couch, sitting down close to you, but not too close.

A hum of disagreement slips past his lips “Never” he leans back on the couch, exhaling deeply as he looks at the time.

“I think you like control too much” you know that you shouldn’t comment on his decisions or life, but it comes naturally as you can’t stop the words from coming out.

He chuckles, looking over at you, watching the way your body spreads out on the brown leather couch “And I think you talk too much”

Still, something inside him tenses. Jay knows you’re right, but at the same time, it pisses him off because- you have no idea.

You laugh softly, shaking your head as you set down the book on his coffee table. Jacques Prévert. Opened right on the poem he knows by heart.

‘Bête comme les regrets, tendre comme le souvenir’ - Foolish as regrets, tender as memory. Jay always liked the line. More than the poem itself, actually. When he first read it, he didn't quite understand. He still doesn't, not when he never experienced that fragile love, beautiful as day and cold as marble.

His father had given him the book right before he moved out. Jay never really comes back to it- written in French, by a French author, it still reeks of the life he desires to forget. The life that he hasn't lived for the past 20 years- yet it always comes back to him in the most unexpected moments.

“You’re just like all of my dads old friends, I swear” It's playful, harmless. But Jay stills at the jab, his gaze freezing on you.

“Old?” he raises an eyebrow, and there's a smirk that tugs at the corner of your lips.

“Older” you correct, too deliberately.

It’s almost like you're mocking him, testing his ignorance. It’s like you want to see if he’ll correct you. He doesn't.

He knows you're not the stubborn kid his friend used to complain about. But he also knows how much older he’s gotten since then. It seems to terrify Jay, the fact that it doesn't stop him, not at all.

Jay knows he’s the one who brought you here, and maybe he could blame it on the slip of his tongue, or perhaps the need to fulfil an obligation towards his friend, but that wouldn’t be necessarily true.

He sullied his life with his own hands, and he knew how much harder it was only going to get to not dirty yours too.

[madaqueue]

gn!reader - 18+ MDNI (remember when i said i wanted to ride him? yeah - wk: 0.6k)

the first time you ride childe, you think your body wasn’t made for it. no, not with the way your legs burn, your knees ache and heart lurches. you want him - archons, do you want him - but something about these mortal chains demands to keep you from him.

ah, but comfort comes so easily to him, doesn’t it? (not with everyone, you know - just with his new recruits, scared shitless and shaking; just with his family, when they welcomed him home the first time, covered in dirt from his fatui training; and just with you, it would seem.)

“that’s it, you’re doing great,” he hums, and you nearly collapse at the way each word rasps from his throat. but you can’t, not yet, not when he twitches inside you and smiles that endearing smile you fell in love with, the one that kept you up staring at the moon hoping to see him in it, the one that had you running through the streets of liyue hoping to find him, hoping he’d feel the same.

(he did - he welcomed you inside with open arms and the same gorgeous, crooked smile.)

“c’mon darling, you can do it.” it pulls you back for a moment, just long enough to catch the ocean-blue of his eyes, the freckles dotting his cheeks like stars. surely, his body doesn’t feel like giving out, not when it contains the very earth itself, the land and its heavens held within his skin and bones. no, certainly not, not when he thrusts up into you and pulls a moan from your throat. when he laughs, it sounds like the fog that settles over the harbor each morning just before the sun.

“don’t tell me you’re giving up already?”

a weak shake of your head, and you roll your hips. fingertips dig into your sides, ones battle-scarred and burned, ones you’d fall asleep kissing each night if you could. “i’m not - i’m not giving up.”

“good.” his grin is immediate, some mix of satisfaction and hunger. it’s served him well, the desire for more, more, more - a harbinger must always want, you think.

another thrust, and your head falls forward, buried into the space above his collarbones. “ajax,” you whine, and this time you don’t get to see the way his cheeks warm at hearing his name fall from your lips.

“i know, i know,” he soothes like a river, ever rushing and constant, smoothing the pebbles caught in its current. “but you’re doing so good for me, aren’t you? so good.”

(he wouldn’t tell you he’s just as lost in it, in the way you weakly grind forward into him, in the way you claw at his shoulders and breathe against his neck. he wouldn’t tell you, no, but he bites his lip, and pulls you closer, and runs a hand up your spine.)

because he knows you can do this. again, a weak thrust, and he thinks he’s about to fall apart just from the way you clench around him. when you whine into his ear, it’s nearly too much - when you whisper his name, another strained call of “ajax, please,” he loses himself.

scarred hands grab at your waist and hold you as he fucks himself up into you. it takes a shockingly short time before he’s shaking himself, before he’s letting out nonsense, garbled sounds that could only barely be construed into cries of ‘i need you, i want you, i love you.’ (ah, but you hear it - even when words don’t come easily to him, you know what they’re supposed to mean.)

when you flutter around him, a sign of your own release, it’s enough to send him with you; he comes undone with a beautiful groan, one that morphs into a chuckle, one that twinkles like the stars over the sea. a beautiful thing, one just for lovers. one his body was made for.

a/n: yeah….. yeah

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Lock and Key

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Pairing: Tim Bradford x fem!shy!pregnant!CSIphotographer!reader

Summary: When Angela and Nyla need someone to go undercover in a women's prison, you seem like the perfect candidate. Inside with Lucy, Tim, and Angela nearby, you find more than a killer.

Warnings: fluff, brief angst, murder case, very quick allusion to past sexual assualt

Word Count: 1.9k+ words

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“Can you do another establishing shot of the bedroom?” your crime scene unit supervisor requests.

You nod, feel your baby kick, and tread carefully through the home-turned-crime scene to take more photographs. It’s no secret that CSIs can never take too many photos, but now that you’re pregnant, you wonder if there’s a way to collect them faster. You love your job; being a police photographer is wholly rewarding and enjoyable for you, but some scenes and some days are more trying than others. Being near Tim Bradford at work similarly has its pros and cons.

“Hey, mama,” Angela greets as she enters the bedroom. “Is this the primary scene?”

“We think so,” you answer softly, removing the sync cord from your camera to photograph the scene without the light.

“How are you feeling?” Angela asks, looking around the room without altering anything before your photos are complete.

“Pretty good,” you reply.

“Tim still… well, Tim?”

You nod as you move toward the corner, focusing the camera on a bloody screwdriver. Whatever happened here wasn’t quick and was undoubtedly painful. Your supervisor walks through the hall and tells you to pack up, and you nod at Angela with a smile. She hugs you before you leave, and you ready your nerves to see Tim when you return to the station.

“Wait, go back,” Lucy requests as you’re shepherded into the roll call room. “Tim, I’m going to say this slowly and I want you to listen very carefully, okay?”

“Chen,” Tim snaps.

She doesn’t heed his warning tone and begins, “You want to send the mother of your child into a prison to get intel on a murder case. Where in that sentence do you hear a good idea?”

“What?” you inquire with your hands clasped tightly beneath your growing bump.

Lucy turns, her expression guilty. “I’m sorry, I didn’t know you were in here.”

“We were just brainstorming,” Tim explains, walking toward you. “The woman who was murdered this morning was released from CIW last week.”

“CIW, however, is out of our jurisdiction,” Nyla adds. “So, we reached out to San Bernadino PD and they’ve agreed to let us send in a UC.”

“The problem is that the woman we need to talk to is notoriously picky about who she takes up company with,” Tim adds. “Rumor is, she has a thing for strays, she likes being around people she can protect.”

“Which, to me, sounds like she would be ready to turn on them in an instant,” Lucy interjects. “Hence my reluctance.”

“So, because I’m pregnant, you think she’d watch out for me, let me close?” you clarify.

“More or less,” Nyla answers.

Lucy scoffs and shakes her head. “It’s too dangerous.”

“Would I be alone?” you whisper, looking at Tim.

“Of course not. We’d send in two officers, acting as doctors, who can pull you out any time.”

“Would it do it if Tim and Angela went in with you?” Nyla asks.

You pull your bottom lip between your teeth as you consider everything. You’d be putting yourself and your baby in danger. If Tim and Angela were a call away, the risk would decrease dramatically. Before you can decide, Lucy holds your arms and hugs you.

“Don’t do it,” she says. “There’s too much at risk.”

“We can’t just leave a killer on the street,” you whisper against her.

Lucy sighs as she pulls back, and she nods. “Then I’m going in too. Get San Bernadino on the phone; I want to be closer than a doctor.”

Nyla nods, then looks at you.

“Yeah, I’ll do it,” you state.

“We’re right beside you,” Tim promises, kissing your hairline.

“Technically, I am right beside her, you’ll be in the infirmary,” Lucy corrects. “I better get to be this baby’s godmother.”

Nyla laughs before she says, “In your dreams, single-income, apartment-sharing option.”

“What, just because you’re married and have a house, you’re a better fit?” Lucy questions. Her smile drops as she murmurs, “Yeah, that makes sense.”

“Alright,” Tim calls, shaking his head. “Let’s go to Chino and get some answers out of convicts.”

“They call her Pitbull,” Angela had explained before you went in. At your wide-eyed expression, she adds, “She’s essentially a guard dog. She chooses who she’ll protect and sics anyone who comes near. If you can get on the right side of Pitbull, she’ll tell you what she knows about Ringer – our victim.”

You sit on your bunk and look around, wondering if you look like a pumpkin in an oversized orange jumpsuit. When you hear footsteps outside, you drop your head and let your shyness run rampant. If it makes you seem weak, this is a better time than ever to embrace it.

Lucy unlocks the cell door, and Pitbull enters. She looks at you, running her eyes up and down your face before noticing the protruding baby bump beneath your new and temporary outfit.

“What are you in for?” Pitbull asks, her voice raspy and low.

“Stabbed my baby daddy,” you admit, rubbing a hand over your stomach. “He wouldn’t stop,” you add, letting her fill in the blanks.

As you speak, your baby kicks. The farther along you get, the more your voice seems to excite him or her.

“You don’t fit in here, Mommy,” Pitbull sneers.

You nod with your head down, telling the truth when you agree with her.

“People around here don’t like different, don’t like chicas who aren’t the same,” she adds. “What are you going to do about that?”

When you shrug, she surges forward. Her hands land on your shoulders, and you inhale when she pushes you up to make you look at her. She stops, smiles, and brushes her hand against your neck.

“You don’t have to do anything,” she whispers. “Understand?”

“Why?” you inquire.

“Because…” she drops her hand to your bump before she confesses, “I’ve got reasons you won’t understand, and you’ve got a reason to accept the protection.”

“I can’t- I don’t have anything to give you.”

Pitbull laughs as she returns to her cot. “This isn’t a tv-style arrangement; I’m giving you a gift, and I ask for nada in return. Just focus on yourself, and the baby.”

“Thank you.”

As you lay awake in bed the first night, you hear Pitbull whisper a prayer in Spanish. You wonder what she knows when she asks for the eternal protection of Ringer’s soul.

“Dr. Benson is here,” Lucy says, dressed as a corrections officer. “Let’s go.”

“Whoa, hold up,” Pitbull interrupts, moving to block the cell door. “Dr. Benson male or female?”

“None of your concern.” Lucy barks your fake last name and repeats, “Let’s go.”

“She was traumatized by her ex; she probably doesn’t want a male doctor. Right?”

She turns to face you, and you nod sheepishly.

“So, now it is my concern,” Pitbull continues, cracking her neck to the side. “I go with her, or you get another doctor.”

Lucy sighs as she checks her watch. Pulling a radio from her hip, she asks if you can have another inmate accompany you. You recognize Angela’s voice as she begrudgingly allows it just this one time.

“Boy or girl?” Pitbull asks, glaring at the women in the cells you pass.

“I don’t know yet,” you answer honestly. “Doesn’t matter, though, does it?”

“Still your kid. Last chica I shared a cell with, she had a kid on the inside, reached out when he turned 18, and got cartas desagradables from the parents even though he was old enough.”

“Cruel world,” you murmur.

“Crueler people.”

You glance at Pitbull, wondering what she did to get her locked up for nearly half of her life. She’ll come up for parole in a few years. Part of you wants her to get out, but you know better.

“Ringer – that’s what we called her because she rung a guy’s neck for assaulting her niece…”

You know that’s not true. Ringer's niece was assaulted, but Ringer broke a lot of necks looking for the right guy. She was practically a serial attempted murderer.

“Ringer said she was going to find the kid when she got out, just long enough to apologize and let him know she wouldn’t have given him up if she’d had a chance.”

“Noble,” you muse.

“Crueler people,” she repeats as you near the prison infirmary.

Pitbull stands beside Lucy as you move to the examination table. Tim enters a moment later, looking like an angel in a white lab coat. He’s wearing glasses, and his hair is styled differently. His hands on you feel the same, even if he isn’t smiling and keeps his speaking clipped and serious (though you suppose that part isn’t much different than the version of him you see at work).

“How far along are you?” he asks.

“Four months or so,” you answer.

Tim nods, then lays his hands on either side of your bump.

“Have you had a thorough exam by an OBGYN?” he inquires.

You shake your head, and he slides the rolling chair back as his hands fall away.

“She’ll need one now,” he tells Lucy. “I can call in a female colleague if that would be more comfortable.”

“Do that,” Pitbull demands.

Tim stands, nods at Lucy, and exits the room. He returns to hand Lucy a paper robe, then disappears. Lucy takes Pitbull out of the exam room while you change, and you know she will keep her out for the entire 'examination’ so you can tell Tim and Angela what you found. Angela comes in first, her brows rising at the sight of you in a jumpsuit with tight braids framing your face, courtesy of Pitbull.

“She said Ringer was looking for her son – he turned 18 while she was still incarcerated, and she vowed to find him when she got out,” you explain. “His adoptive parents wanted her far away from him.”

“That’s motive,” Angela says, pulling her phone from her pocket. “I’ll get units to the parents’ house now.”

Tim returns to your side, and you pull his hand against your bump. As you tell him everything Pitbull has shared with you, your baby kicks against his hand. Tim smiles as he bends down to kiss you, and you suddenly want to leave this prison. Pitbull’s parole is no longer a thought in your mind.

“We’ll get you out as soon as we can,” Tim promises.

Less than twelve hours later, you’re removed from your shared cell with Pitbull, taken to solitary, and then you walk out of the prison in your own clothes with your hand held tightly in Tim’s. Ringer’s killer, the adoptive father of her son, is behind bars and awaiting trial, and Angela and Nyla have yet another solved case to add to their repertoires.

“Want to grab some dinner?” Lucy asks in the parking lot. “Or breakfast,” she amends, noting the first streaks of sunlight painting the sky.

“We’re going home,” Tim answers for you.

“Thanks for everything, Lucy,” you tell her as Tim opens his passenger door for you.

“I didn’t do much,” she argues. “But anytime.”

In the comfort and safety of your home, you sit beside Tim, brutally aware of his fingers brushing along your bump where his arm is tucked around your waist.

“You did amazing,” he says.

He kisses your forehead and then your lips, and you sigh against him as your baby kicks again.

“We should find out the baby’s gender,” he says. “I know we said we didn’t want to…”

“I agree,” you reply, laying your head on his shoulder. “I’ll make an appointment.”

“You mean you’ll have me make an appointment.”

You turn your face against his shoulder and huff, your ears warming at his teasing. Tim chuckles, holding you like he never wants to let you go, and you feel exactly the same.

[neeeooon]

Hi! Can I request Blue Lock boys with an S/O who is just as protective over them as they are? For example, defending them when someone is bitching about them or starting an argument w them for no reason. The boys deserve to be fought for too! Also I would like it if you write for the Itoshis, Isagi, Kaiser, Nagi, Barou and Zantetsu. I'm sorry if its a lot ㅠㅠ you can choose from these characters if its a lot. Thank you <33

YES ofc and i agree we need more defensive/protective y/n’s !! thank you for the request! <3

when you’re protective over them ;

bf bllk x protective gn!reader. cw: lots of cussing in isagi’s (by you), lowk harassment in barou’s, pet names (multiple in zantetsu’s)

itoshi sae

-> sae doesn’t care much for drama or defending himself. he’s blunt and he finds it pointless, since people will always find a way to entertain themselves one way or another

-> you are not like that

-> “oh my gosh, are you itoshi sae? can we get a picture with you?!” a group of high schoolers giggle and jump around your boyfriend in excitement, but you can see the tension in his shoulders as he raises a hand. “no.”

-> “aw, come on, please? we’re your biggest—“ “did he stutter?” that shuts them up pretty quick. “no? hm, me neither! now, kindly leave :)”

-> they do ask told, grumbling about how mean you are, but you ignore them and turn to sae. “why don’t you fight them off or something? your space gets invaded all the time.” “they would have left eventually.” “hmph. good thing you have me to fight your public battles!”

-> sae doesn’t care enough to fight any battles, but he finds your protectiveness cute, so he pats your head and says, “perfect. good job, y/n.” you may have blushed

itoshi rin

-> you want to fight his brother so bad when rin finally tells you his side of their disagreement, but you don’t because you know some battles don’t involve you

-> others do. like the wannabe interviewer who approached your boyfriend one day to hound him for answers about his relationship with sae

-> “i, uh… i-i—“ “what the hell do you think you’re doing? get away from him!” you barely have time to look both ways before running across the street and throwing yourself between your pale boyfriend and the pushy “interviewer”

-> he groans at your interruption and pops an annoyed hand on his hip. “excuse me, we’re in the middle of something—“ “rin, do you want to talk to this guy?” rin shakes his head, and you raise a brow at the interviewer. “he said he doesn’t want to talk to you. that means leave before i make you leave.”

-> “you can’t threaten me! you should respect your elders, young—“ “it wasn’t a threat. it was an option. you can either walk away now, or crawl away later. the choice is yours.”

-> he chooses the former, leaving you with your shaken boyfriend. “are you okay? that guy was totally insensitive and pushy and… are you okay?” “i’m okay. thank you, y/n.” “don’t thank me. i’m here to love and protect you!”

isagi yoichi

-> isagi was raised in such a loving home. where do you think his potty mouth came from?

-> “touch a hair on his head again, and i’ll make you watch as i fuck your mother,” you spat at the boy writhing on the floor after punching him in the face

-> blinking at the scene before him, isagi shakily wraps a hand around your shoulder and pulls you away from the guy who’d dared to grab his hair while he was in your sight

-> “you didn’t have to punch him—“ “i’m sorry, i just really hate when people think they can put their dirty, disgusting, shitty hands all over you without asking. it’s so icky!”

-> he’s about to say ‘i can defend myself,’ but isagi likes having someone love him enough to defend him like you do. it makes him feel special, and he hopes you know he’d do the same if anyone tried messing with you

-> “you’re awesome, y/n.” “i know. kidding, you’re really fucking awesome too, yoichi!”

michael kaiser

-> you were already protective over kaiser before he told you about his past. knowing why he’s so stiff around older men just adds fuel to you protective flames

-> you’re shopping for groceries with kaiser when an older gentleman wearing a pxg jersey approaches, and you’re immediately on high alert

-> “hey, you’re that kid from, uh, bltv!” he scoffs, and you can feel kaiser’s grip tightening around your hand. “yeah, it’s you, alright. your teammates play dirty. you’re all d—“

-> you’re in his face before he can get the words out. “finish that sentence. i dare you.” you smile sweetly, but you know he can see the threat in your eyes. “see what happens.”

-> flustered, the gentleman hesitates a moment before turning and continuing his shopping elsewhere. you turn to see kaiser staring at you with wide eyes, his fingers wrapped loosely around his throat. “you… defended me?”

-> “of course i did,” you keep your movement casual, trying not to alarm him as you carefully pull his hand from his neck and knot your fingers together. “you’re mine. no one will ever speak to or about you like that as long as i’m here.”

nagi seishiro

-> nagi is too lazy to defend himself. which is where you come in!

-> you’re at a gaming cafe, searching for seats, when someone shoves past your boyfriend, knocking him back slightly from the force of the push

-> nagi would have brushed it off, but the guy puffs his chest out and puts his finger in your boyfriend’s face. “you gonna apologize, dick?”

-> nagi tries to slink away, but the guy goes to grab his hoodie, and your hand is on his wrist. “what the fuck do you—?!” “you’re not going to touch him again. grow a pair and get the fuck out of our way.” “!!!”

-> but he must see how dark your stare is, because the guy shivers and pulls himself from your grip so he can leave

-> sighing, nagi drapes a loose arm around you shoulders and pulls you into his side. “what a hassle. you didn’t have to do that.” “yes, i did. someone’s gotta defend you, ya lazy boy.” “lame… i love you.” you kiss his cheek. “i love you, too.”

barou shouei

-> it’s not like barou needs your protection. that doesn’t mean you aren’t protective of him, anyway

-> with soccer comes fame, and with fame comes fans. some who think they have some sort of claim over your boyfriend and his body

-> barou is signing some autographs for the ubers when a little group of fans, a mix of energetic men and women who are a bit too old to be staring at your boyfriend the way they are, approach

-> you know barou isn’t allowed to reject or shove them when they invade his space, but when you see one of them give his bicep a squeeze, another reaching for his waist, you see red

-> “absolutely not,” you grab the back of the person’s collar and tug, causing them to flail and stumble away from your boyfriend. “you can take your signature and photo, but you do not have the right to put your hands on him.”

-> offended and embarrassed, the group leaves, and you feel barou slip a hand over the small of your back, his lips grazing the shell of your ear. “that was sexy. who knew you’d get so protective over me?” “um, me. no one can run their hands over your body but me.” “mmm, deal.”

zantetsu tsurugi

-> you hate how people call your boyfriend dumb, and you hate that he believes them

-> he may not be the most intelligent guy around, but that doesn’t make him “stupid” or “useless”, and you will (and have) willingly throw hands with anyone who insults him

-> you’re waiting outside your boyfriend’s classroom when he emerges with two students following close behind, berating him over a problem he solved incorrectly in front of the class

-> “how have you not been held back, ya dummy?” “my baby sister could solve that problem, and she’s six!” “yeah! dumba—“ they freeze when they see you and visibly cower

-> cocking an amused brow, you’re glad to see that your reputation proceeds you. “you know who i am, don’t you?” they nod. “and you know who he is to me, hm?” they nod. you smile. “good. i’ll give you three seconds to apologize, or i’m taking your tongues and stapling them to your foreheads.”

-> they run off, leaving you alone with your pouty boyfriend. you instantly cup his face and scan his features with concern. “what’s wrong, sweet boy? did anyone else say something to you?”

-> zantetsu huffs, his cheeks puffed slightly between your hands. “won’t you get in trouble for yelling at them? it’s not like they were wrong…” “oh no, baby, not for that. bullies get what they deserve. and you’re not dumb! you’ll tell me if anyone else says anything mean, won’t you?” he nods. “i will :3” “good boy!”

[lieslab]

Will you still walk me home?

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Pairing: Seungmin X gn reader

Summary: Your boyfriend snaps at you after your caring nature starts to feel like suffocation.

Genre: Angst with a happy ending

Word Count: 2k

Trigger warning: Mentions of anger and codependency issues.

_ _ _

At some point, you didn’t know how to detach your limbs from the stretched mold you’d been thrown into your entire life. Growing up and taking care of everyone around you, it left you wounded with more scars than you’d like to admit, but you survived, didn’t you? You always thought you should be thankful for that, at least. 

When you met Seungmin, the world warped from silver to gold. Strength, love, courage, optimism, and most importantly, companionship. Being with Seungmin meant companionship. You didn’t realize just how much that same companionship you loved would break him. You thought you were helping, not hindering. 

Seungmin had other ideas. 

_ _ _ 

“Good morning!” Your cheery voice filled the air. Across the way, Seungmin glided across the hardwood flooring with sleep in his eyes and sock-clad-feet. He rubbed his eyes, trying to wake up. 

“I made you coffee and I packed your lunch for the day.” 

“Okay.” 

“And I made you breakfast.” 

A grunt left his lips. Usually exhausted from the leftover bits of sleep, you didn’t take this as a bad thing, but rather a chance to continue. “So I was thinking that maybe after you finish work, we could-” 

“We can’t,” he interrupted before you could finish. “I have to stay at work late. I don’t know when I’m going to be home.” 

“That’s okay, maybe tomorrow we-” 

He sighed and rolled his eyes. The sight caused you to freeze. Your stomach twisted itself in knots. For whatever reason, the actions caused a lump in your throat. You didn’t dare finish your sentence. 

“Don’t you get tired of wanting to do everything together? God, you’re so clingy. Can’t you just go away or something? It’s to the point where I can’t even wake up and have my own breakfast because you think you know me better than myself.” 

“Don’t you get tired of doing this all the time?” He gestured around the kitchen. “Can’t you just worry about yourself for once? This is exhausting. You’re like a moth that keeps coming to my front porch light and every time I try to leave, you launch yourself at me. It’s not healthy.” 

The words swung and chipped away at your soul. The fine grains of sand shifted and down you fell. Sucked into a hole, more sand slid, and it suffocated you. It burned your lungs more than anything. The lump in your throat grew so prominent, you figured it’d burst into a sob. 

“I-I’m sorry,” you uttered weakly. Shame dusted your cheeks and caused your ears to burn red. “I-I didn’t know I was making you feel that way. I’ll stop.”  Your head bowed, hoping for forgiveness. 

“It’s about damn time,” he mumbled. His eyes cast over to the granite countertop. The warm cup of coffee you made him sat steaming. “I don’t even want hot coffee this morning. I want it cold.” He reached for the freezer, as if his words just didn’t matter. 

You blinked rapidly. The bite of tears became harder and harder to fight. Glossy little things coated your eyes and turned you into a mess. With your head ducked, you disappeared from the kitchen and back to your shared bedroom. 

You didn’t know why it hurt so much. His demands and outcry, it was a reasonable demand. You knew you could be overbearing, but on the other hand, it’s all you knew. You knew how to be overbearing and fill everyone’s cup before your own. To make sure every other plate is filled with food before you grab yours. 

Was that really such a bad thing? 

_ _ _ 

When you define yourself, you can't do it alone. The shape of other people clouds your silhouette. For as long as you could remember, there was never just you. Someone to please. Someone to manage. Someone to take care of. Your responsibilities littered with the sake of others. 

But what about you? Who picked you first? Who made sure you were tucked into bed and contained a stomach lined with a filling, hearty meal? Who took care of you when your shoulders slumped and you lay defeated due to disease? Who picked you up when you were down? 

Seungmin’s words stuffed your ears all day. The harsh words whispered against your eardrums, even without his presence. Who were you really? Alone. Isolated. Someone unable to find yourself in the murky sea of life. 

The tears kept coming and they stung. It became harder and harder to idly stand and continue working. Your shift stretched on and on. The entire time, you wanted to go home and curl beneath the covers. 

Who were you, really? Deep down, through the fixtures you hung, the need to care for others, what lay at the bottom of the ocean of you? What treasure unfolded? What kept you sane throughout all of this? 

By the end of the day, you weren’t sure if you ever really knew who you were from the start. A present day mess, warped and morphed by the past. You did what you had to survive. That’s all you knew. 

Why wasn’t it good enough? 

_ _ _ 

In the underbelly of the darkened night, guilt eased into Seungmin’s bones. He remembered the way your smile faded from your face. The hurt siphoned in your eyes. He knew he hurt you, but he didn’t know how to take it back. He spat out the words so easily, but coming to terms with his dickheadness, it hurt. All you wanted to do was make his life simpler. 

Jeongin picked up the lingering silence quite easily. As he drove Seungmin back to your shared apartment, he glanced over. “What’s wrong with you? You’re usually talking my ear off, but now you refuse to utter more than two sentences.” 

“Do you ever do something you regret? Lash out in a fit of frustration and never know what to say to heal the hurt? Because I said something this morning. I could have worded it better and I just…” 

“Ah, trouble in paradise.” Jeongin’s hands gripped the wheel tighter. He adjusted his grip on the wheel. “Well, I’ve lived most of my life with seven other guys who annoy me to no end because I’m the youngest. Remember the time I got mad at Chan because he kept babying me?” 

“Because you’re a baby in our eyes.” 

“I’m not much younger than you. I just wanted to be seen for myself. Not as a baby. Not as someone incapable. I might appear younger in your eyes, but I’m still grown, you know?”

“I know. We know. Sometimes, you’re just so cute, I can’t help it.” He reached out a hand and ran it through Jeongin’s hair. He yelped and shoved his hand away. Seungmin chuckled and glanced back out the window. 

Bits and brightened pieces of Seoul passed by. Buildings ignited with light. People scattered here and there. On their own path, a hundred lives flickered before him. Each one with their own thoughts and opinions. The passing thought caused his head to lean up against the window. Jeongin adjusted in his seat and kept driving. 

“My words came out wrong this morning. I worry about them a lot. I always do. When I see them constantly taking care of me, I worry so much. I worry that I’m not good enough. Maybe I’m not working hard enough to make them feel appreciated. Maybe, as much as it hurts, maybe I’m the shitty boyfriend that nobody wants.” 

“Then tell them that and talk through it.” 

_ _ _ 

When the door cracked open with Seungmin’s homecoming, you stared at the pile of dishes from the previous night. You always let the dishes from the previous dinner soak overnight. The bits and pieces of food stuck and dried to the sides. You let it soak with soapy water and that never changed until now. You worried that maybe if you did the dishes, Seungmin would grow upset again. 

Approaching footsteps soured your heart. Your hands rested against the edge of the sink. You didn’t bother moving them. Seungmin appeared in the door frame of the kitchen with messy hair. 

“You’re still here? Good. We need to talk.” 

Your fingers tightened around the lip of the sink. Your eyes shut and all you could do was hesitate. What if this was it? What if he broke up with you right here and now. What if- 

“I’m sorry.” 

Your eyes reopened and you stared at the wall in confusion. 

“I didn’t mean to snap at you this morning. I understand why you’re upset with me. That was a horrible and shitty thing to do. You just wanted to make sure I was taken care of. I hurt you in an indescribable way and I’m sorry.” 

He waited for your reaction, but you didn’t turn around. He sighed and a hand reached for the back of his neck. “I’m not good at these things. Jeongin said I should talk to you and tell you the truth. The truth is that I worry about you. You’re constantly taking care of me. Sometimes you take care of me and it feels like you abandon your own needs.”

“I love it when you make me morning coffee and breakfast. I like that there’s a thousand little things you do for me, but at the same time, I worry so much. You’re very codependent and I know it’s none of my business how you were raised, but I worry I’m being a horrible and terrible boyfriend.” 

The words sent a wave of panic through your heart. You jerked around instantly to find him. “Don’t say that, you’re not a horrible and terrible boyfriend.” 

“You do so much for me and what do I do for you? When you’re constantly taking care of me, you abandon yourself. You forget that your needs are important, too. I’m capable of taking care of myself. I know you like doing that, but we have to find a balance.” 

You didn’t respond right away. His words took a few moments to settle into your skull. He shifted the weight on the balls of his feet. “So I’m sorry and I know that doesn’t cut it. I said horrible things this morning out of my own stupid insecurity. I know you’re upset and mad, but what I’m trying to say is, please don’t be upset forever.” 

His eyes squeezed shut. “Because the truth is so much harder to describe. I love you so much and I’m afraid one day, you’ll see me as this horrible person because you do so much. I’m always working and so busy, what do I contribute to this relationship? It feels like you do everything. I try to do things too, but you’re really the only one contributing consistently.” 

“That's all I know how to do,” you finally whispered. “I don’t know how to be alone. I don’t know how to exist without taking care of others. For so long, it’s all I’ve ever known. Outside of that, I don’t know who I am.” 

Someone squeezed Seungmin’s heart and milked out despair. His silhouette blurred and before you knew it, you were wrapped up in a hug. The familiar scent of some fancy cologne, a subtle birchwood and vanilla. 

“Then we’ll figure it out together. We’ll grow and figure out how to balance each other out. It’ll take a while, but if we’re honest with each other, we can figure this out, right?” 

You nodded and sniffled. Seungmin squeezed you tighter and you wrapped your arms around one of his arms. “Thank you for being honest,” you whispered. 

“Shut up. Thank you for being you and taking care of me. I don’t deserve your love sometimes.” 

“You’ll always deserve to be loved.” 

“And you deserve to be taken care of, so shut up and let me hold you.” 

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can you write something about first time anal with lando?

First time trying anal (lando x reader)

Smut; 18+

word count: 3.3k

contains: anal, butt plugs, nicknames (baby), aftercare, just reader being smart and doing research, sexting (facetime)

i might have done a bit too much research for this, but thank you so much for the ask! and i'm so sorry this has been rotting in my ask box for so long, but i really wanted to give it justice.

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“lando, don’t laugh” you say, your cheeks becoming warmer by the second, making lando stifle a laugh, “oke rude, you didn’t even know what i was gonna say!”

lando pulls the best serious face he can, “please continue baby”.

exhaling “i really hate you sometimes”, now sitting next to him on the couch “i want to try anal” you blurt out feeling the heat rise to your cheeks again, making lando look at you with a surprised expression, “no, no, you are great and really you please me, but i -”.

“baby, stop, breathe” he says firmly, “i’ll gladly try something new with you” gently giving your hand a squeeze, “i know i please you, the scratches on my back are proof of that”

“sorry” you interrupt.

“but i also understand you want to try something new and different” he says, giving your lips a quick kiss in the hopes of relaxing you.

“thank you” you mumble, melting into the kiss.

making him smile, “don’t thank me yet” he says pulling you onto his lap kissing your neck.

gently you pull away, “lando not yet, i haven’t done it with anyone before” you whisper.

“that's alright baby” he kisses your lips, “how about you do some research while i'm gone for the weekend, and then we talk about it?” lightly tracing his fingers along your back, “find some toys that you like, check out the different materials, and sizes, hm? does that sound good?” he whispers back, giving you a shy smile.

bringing your pinky to him “promise we will talk all about it once you get home?”.

he wraps his pinky around yours “i promise”.

time skip

you wake up to lando wrapping his arms around you, “you’re home!”, you turn around in his tightening grip.

“i am baby” he says with a smile, softly kissing your lips, “how about you tell me everything about the research you have done in the morning? hmmm does that sound good baby?” he speaks with a yawn.

“yeah” you answer yawning back, shifting closer to lando and falling asleep in his arms.

time skip

“lando, wake up, the breakfast will get cold” you whisper slightly, shaking him awake.

“five more minutes”.

“i made waffles”, making him jolt up.

“what are we waiting for, let's go eat!”

“i can’t believe you” you mumble, walking behind him, to your kitchen. where both of you prepare your plates and move to the balcony, cuddling on the sofa enjoying the view and food.

“so, tell me about it?” lando interrupts your train of thought.

“hm?” you look confused, “oh yeah!” you sit up a bit, looking at your lover. “so,-”

“do you want to order them?” he questioned.

“they are already here” you say with a whisper, cheeks heating up.

“yeah, you are not eager at all” he teases.

“shut up, do you want to hear the rest?” you plea.

“yes, please continue” he says, while moving his empty plate to the table and resting one of his hands on your thigh, gently caressing it.

“so i've ordered a glass set of different sizes, i didn't want metal ones, people said they might be too heavy for your first time, and i didn't want silicone, it feels like we won't be able to clean it. i have also ordered anal lube with them, but not the kind with numbing agents because they increase the risk of injury.”

lando nods, “that sounds good, any positions?”

“yes!” you smile, “it's called face to face, basically i sit in your lap while you are sitting, it really is just a sat up cowgirl.”, “and i'm supposed to practice twice per day for 5 to 10 minutes, for two weeks before moving to the next size.”

lando interrupts, “yes baby the position sounds good, but how do you want me to insert them, or do you want to do it yourself?”

“oh yeah! could you please do it? while i'm laying down.”

“of course i can baby” he says, giving your lips a quick peck. “wanna start now?” he questions, raising his eyebrows.

“hmmmm maybe” you tease, getting up from the sofa and reaching out a hand to grab his, and lead him to the bedroom, where you plop yourself down onto the bed.

“wait, lan, go get a towel” you say, making him leave the room to grab a few towels, while he is out you rid yourself of your clothing and pull out the lube and the smallest butt plug from a box under the bed.

“you ready baby?” lando questions, his arms wrapping around your middle, after he drops the towels on to the bed, gently swaying you side to side.

you smile, and relax in his hold, “i am a bit nervous, but it's a good nervous”.

he spins you around so you face him, “are you sure?”

“i am, can we please start?” and with those words lando gently pushes you on the bed, and climbs over you so your faces meet aging. gently he kisses you, and flips you over so you are laying on your stomach.

he grabs a pillow from the headboard, and covers it with a towel, “can you lift your hips for me baby” and without much persuading you lift your hips, where he slides the pillow under them. your butt now sticking up in the air, making shiver from how exposed you feel.

“i won't do anything without telling you first, okay baby?” lando gently speaks, while rubbing the back of your thigh.

“okay”

“what’s our safe word?”

“it's red”

“yes, you are so good for me baby” he praises, making a smile appear and your cheeks to heat up, only intensifying your need to bury your face in the covers.

you hear and feel movement behind you, making you raise your head up to see what lando is doing, “oh baby you can lay down and relax, i'm only applying lube to my finger”

“can you help me a bit, could you please hold yourself open for me?” without hesitation your hands move back and spread yourself open, “thank you baby” he says while softly giving one of your thighs a peck.

“i will just drop a bit of lube onto your hole, i'm sorry baby but it might be cold for a second” the sudden cold feeling made you squeeze yourself and cry out a bit from the difference in sensation.

“you are doing really well baby, here baby i will now start.” and you feel a gentle pressure at your entrance but not enough to penetrate, now carefully moving around in a circular motion, making your toes curl, and pulling out a moan from you.

“baby, i will now slowly put my finger in” and the pressure on your hole increases, you gently and slowly feel lando's finger enter you, making you breathe harder. “you are doing so good baby” he praises.

“does it feel good? hmmm do you want me to move?” lando whispers.

“it does feel good, please move” and with permission granted he carefully starts circling his finger, making you gasp out, and moving your hands back to your front so you can grab onto the covers. “lando, please don't stop”.

“do you want me to add another finger?” his motion never stopping.

“can we try the plug please?”

“of course we can, but i'll have to remove my finger, are you alright with that?”

“mhm, just be quick”

“alright, alright” he removes his finger frim, you making you now moan at the empty feeling. “here baby i am applying the lube to the plug, i will gently spread you, you just focus on your breathing and the pleasure” lando says, before you feel his other hand spreading your ass open and gently bringing the tip of the plug to your entrance but not yet applying any pressure, making your breath hitch from the new feeling.

“baby, i will apply pressure now, tell me if anything hurts” you now feel a steady pressure at your entrance, the plug is pushing you open, but so far nothing you can't handle. soon enough you feel the plug widen a bit, which stretches you out a bit more than lando’s finger, making you inhale deeply, and lando stops for a second so you can adjust to the size. once you give him a little nod he continues, gently you feel the plug slide into place, and your ass closes around the neck of the plug, making you moan out in pleasure.

lando brings both of his hands to your ass and gives a bit of a rough squeeze making you moan out, “baby, fuck you look so good, i'm so fucking hard right now.”

the statement makes you gently get up and kneel on the bed, where you can see lando practically forming a tent in his shorts. carefully you get off the bed and kneel in front of your boyfriend, silently asking for permission to blow him.

“no, no baby get up, we are cuddling, this is only about you.”

“but-”

“no buts, i'll go drop the towels in the hamper, and you better be waiting for me in bed.”

“yes lando” and with that lando collects all the dirty towels, and walks out the room.

you carefully stand up, and walk over to the full length mirror to check yourself out, the plug reminding you each step of the way that it's fully in you. carefully you bring your hands to your ass and spread it open, the little orange diamond shining nicely between your cheeks.

still with a careful step you walk over to your wardrobe and pick out one of landos shirts to wear. slowly you make your way to the bed, the plug now feeling very comfortable, almost like it isn't there, until you sit down, where you feel the plug penetrate you deeper, making you let out a little moan.

now you carefully lay down and roll yourself onto your stomach, making sure the plug stays in place, and is visible to lando. “fuck, baby, you will be the death of me” he says, entering your shared room, making you smile in return, “i can't wait for when you are ready to take my cock.”

“it will only be a few weeks, now come and join me” you say, without hesitation lando walks over to you, kissing you on the side of the head, and laying down next to you, pulling you up to his chest, so you can comfortably lay on him. after a few minutes of gentle kisses, both of you fall asleep cuddling.

time skip

“baby wake up, it has been 15 minutes since we inserted the plug, we need to remove it.” he speaks, with gentle kisses littering your face to try and wake you up.

you cry out in protest, “but lan, it feels very good!”, now slowly raising yourself with your arms.

“baby, it's your first time. i don't want to risk an injury, you can continue laying down, just please let me get it out.” he says gently, moving to place a pillow under your hips, “can i?” he asks before starting anything.

“alright” you say annoyed, you feel him move his hands to your ass, where he gently spreads you open, and with one hand grabs onto the base of the toy, with a gentle and slow tug, the toy comes out, making you whine in protest from the feeling of now being empty.

lando gently spanks your ass, making you face him, “don't worry baby, as soon as you can take me, you can have me for entire days” he says, making your cheeks heat up. “also, we are repeating this tonight, you said it needs to be done twice per day.”

time skip

“don't do your night routine just yet!” lando interrupts you moving to the bathroom, you give him a confused glance.

“we need to do it for another 15 minutes” he says while moving you back to the bed.

“i forgot, but now i can see who's the eager one!”, you pull down your underwear before grabbing a pillow and laying yourself down. “can we please do it in the same way as this morning?”

he gently pecks the side of your head, “of course we can baby”.

time skip

doing it alone, when lando leave for work, with a larger size, on call with him, i’m a bit scared, i would prefer you here with me

“baby, you don’t have to do it alone, you can wait for me to come back”

“yes i know lan, but i don’t want to lose any of the progress” you mumble at the screen, where your boyfriend is staring back at you. “i wish you were here”

“i mean-” he smiles, “you can prop your phone up, so i’ll kinda be there with you” making you stop for a second, and heat rising to your cheeks.

biting your lip, you start walking faster to your bedroom, where you prop your phone up against a pillow. swiftly you undress, and grab all the supplies.

“baby, you know you don’t have to use a larger size”

“i know, but i want to feel you as soon as possible” you whine to him, while laying down a towel. “do not even joke about me being the eager one, i can see your little problem”

“little, is that why it’s taking us so long to have anal?” he exclaims.

“i mean this is the last plug before we can try, are you excited?”

“of course i am” he assures, “i just wish i was here with you, but someone is too impatient”

“i can always hang up”

“no-” he scrambles to grab his phone, “don’t you dare”

“i won't” you whisper, gently laying down on the towel, making sure lando can see what you are doing. “can you walk me through it?”

“i can” he smiles, “first hold the plug in your hand for a moment so it warms up, while you are waiting for it to get warm, grab the lube and spread it on your fingers, carefully circle your hole, and slowly insert one finger at a time, baby please don’t rush it” he scolds.

“sorry lan” you slow down your pace, pulling a moan from yourself.

“once the second finger feels comfortable, apply the lube to the plug, and slowly, and i mean slowly start inserting it”

“ok, ok i get it” carefully you remove your fingers, and grab the bottle of lube again, squeezing out a generous amount to add to the plug. while lando observes your every move. “i think i’m ready”

“if you say so baby, just go slow, and it will be fine” he moans while stroking himself.

“i know” you confirm, moving the tip of the plug to your entrance, and slowly applying more and more pressure, having the plug enter you at a steady pace. “lan, idk if it will fit” you whine to your boyfriend.

“just relax baby, take a deep breath, you can pause however many times you need and for as long as you want”, “just breathe baby”

“i know, but it feels like it wont fit”

“it will, i can see it from here, you are closer than you think, i swear”, “just take a few deep breaths” with lando coaching you through you managed to get the last bit in, “see you did it baby”.

you breath heavily nodding your head yes, “while i wait, can you tell me about your day lan?”

he smiles “i can baby”

time skip

“are you nervous?” he questions, giving you a peck on the lips.

“a bit, but i'm more excited” you speak with a smile, “come lets go!” you practically drag him to the bedroom. once there he grabs you by your hips and turns you around, slowly walking you over to the bed to lay you down, him following behind.

“i want you in missionary, i want to see your pretty face while i fuck you in the ass for the first time.”

the words making a smile appear on your lips, “then what are you waiting for?”

softly he kisses down your jaw, removing both of your shirts and kissing to the waistband of your pants, “lift your hips”, without hesitation you lift your hips while he takes off your final bit of clothing.

“can we start?”

“yes” and with your confirmation lando applies lube onto his fingers, and then carefully on your hole, making sure he covers every inch in you, so as to not cause any discomfort.

once he is done with you, he carefully removes his fingers from you and applies more lube to his hand, with which he pumps himself, “tell me if anything hurts?”

“you know i will.” lando lines himself up with your entrance, giving you a glance, which you only nod at, he brings one of his hands up to yours and intertwines your fingers together, so he carefully applies pressure, and slowly starts entering you.

you gently give a squeeze to his palm, making him stop all his movement, “did i hurt you?”

“no, i just need a second to adjust” making him breath out, carefully he moves his head closer to yours giving you a peck on the cheek. lando straightens back up, “you can continue”, and so he carefully resumes his movement, soon his full length is in you, where he stops again in order to give you some time to adjust.

“you did it baby” he whispers carefully moving towards your face to give you another peck on the lips.

“can you please move?” you ask between the kisses he is peppering onto your face. still carefully he lightly starts grinding his hips against your, making you moan.

“yeah, is that good?”

“please be a bit faster and rougher.” and with that lando quickened his pace, pulling a moan from both of you with each thrust. “just like that” you praise him, “i'm close” you breathe out.

“me too baby” and with a few more thrust, you can feel lando twitch and his cum filling you, which brings you to your own release. he gently pulls out from you, stopping a moment to watch his cum drip out.

both of you panting heavily, “baby, we have to do this again!”, only making you nod in return.

after steadying your breath lando speaks up, “come let us go and shower, and then cuddle” with that, lando picks you up in his arms, and sets you down in the shower, making sure to let the water warm up before getting you wet, and yashing you with your favourite body wash.

“come baby, i know it feels nice but we can't stay under the hot water for forever” he gently prys you out, only to wrap you up in a big towel.

“wish we could” you say through a yawn. he gently grabs your hand and pulls you towards your shared bed, making you drop your towel to the ground, and get under your warm covers with him following behind.

[solarmorrigan]

For the prompts! Drunk - and if we wanna get specific I love the idea of someone wanting to make a move while they’re drunk but the other person is like very consent informed obvi and is like no but the drunk person takes it as rejection so the sober person comforts them / clarifies they’re into it just not then. But you can do any type of drunk scenario! Or maybe anxious? honestly anywhere inspiration strikes with this message, even if it seems left field 🙏🏼🫡

Hello! It occurred to me as I was reading this just now that nowhere in your ask did you specify a ship, and that I just... kinda filled in Steddie. I hope that's okay??

3. Drunk - Eddie/Steve

cw: alcohol use, dubcon (Steve is drunk; he also tries to continue kissing Eddie even after Eddie says no, but it does not progress past that point)

-

It feels like some kind of daydream when Steve pushes Eddie down onto the couch and straddles his lap. Eddie’s definitely imagined it enough times – how Steve would feel over him, or under him, how warm and pliant he would be, how soft his mouth would be, yielding under Eddie’s. He’d never imagined the sharp taste of liquor on Steve’s tongue, though, and that’s enough to wake him up.

His role as designated driver is to get Steve home safe, to get him into bed where he can sleep the night off; it definitely doesn’t include this.

He puts a hand to Steve’s chest, gently pushing him back.

“Hey, Steve, you’ve gotta stop,” Eddie says, regretful as Steve’s lips leave his.

“Why?” Steve asks, leaning in to kiss across Eddie’s cheek and down to the curve of his jaw. “You want this.”

What Eddie wants doesn’t matter, he reminds himself. Not right now. “You’re drunk, Steve,” he says, again pushing back against Steve’s chest.

“’m not that drunk,” Steve insists, as if Eddie hadn’t been the one to chivy his wobbly ass out of the car and into his house just minutes ago. He cranes his neck until his lips are brushing Eddie’s ear. “You want this. You want me.”

And Eddie does want Steve. It feels like all he does is want Steve. It feels like his heart vacates his chest and runs to wait at Steve’s feet like a loyal dog anytime he’s nearby. Eddie wants.

But not like this. Not when this isn’t something Steve would do sober.

Steve rolls his hips down against Eddie’s, and Eddie can’t help the noise that escapes him – he’s only human, and Steve feels so fucking good. But then he gets a firm grip on Steve’s hips, stilling him in his lap.

“Steve,” Eddie says, low and warning.

“S’okay,” Steve insists, brushing a few kisses up Eddie’s neck. He continues his mumbling in Eddie’s ear, “promise. You want me, you can have me. You don’t have to love me back. S’okay.”

Eddie’s heart skips a beat. Skips several, maybe. “What?”

“You can have me,” Steve says again, pressing an off-center kiss to Eddie’s temple for emphasis.

“No, what did you– Steve, look at me,” Eddie says, reaching up to take Steve by the shoulders, pushing at him gently. Steve whines and tries to burrow further into Eddie’s neck. “Fuck, sweetheart, just look at me.”

Maybe it’s the pet name, maybe it’s the firmness of Eddie’s voice, but Steve slowly leans back until he can meet Eddie’s eyes. His gaze is glassy, a little hazy, but he’s about as focused as Eddie’s going to get him.

“You think I wouldn’t love you?” Eddie asks.

Steve blinks, tongue darting out to wet his lips. “You– you don’t have to. I can be okay with just this. With whatever you want, just– You want me,” he says quietly. “…don’t you?”

The question is soft, heart-breakingly uncertain, small and pleading in a way Steve should never have to be.

“Steve,” Eddie reaches up to cup Steve’s face in his hands, “how could I not love you back?”

Steve gives a little shrug, glancing away, even as he leans into Eddie’s touch.

“No, baby, listen: it’s fucking crazy how much I love you, okay? It’s – I want to write songs about you. I want to be wherever you are all the time. I want to see you every day and I want to stay awake all night because I don’t want to waste a single minute sleeping when it could be spent with you,” Eddie says, brushing his thumbs across Steve’s flushed cheeks. “I love you so much that I’m going to get you a glass of water and put you to bed so I can tell you all of this all over again when you’re sober, okay?”

For a moment, Steve just stares at him, lips parted like he’s in awe. “You love me,” he whispers.

Eddie can’t help but laugh, just a little thing, fond and quiet. “Yeah, sweetheart.”

“And you’re– you’re gonna stay?” Steve asks, still a little small.

“I’m gonna stay,” Eddie promises.

Slowly, Steve nods. “Okay.”

He’s cooperative after that, if a little floppy. Eddie gets him into pajamas and into bed, and even gets most of a glass of water into him before he looks ready to pass out.

“Hey,” Steve says, hand shooting out to grab Eddie by the wrist just as Eddie is making to leave the bedroom. “I love you, too.”

Eddie smiles, leaning in to press a kiss to Steve’s forehead. “I know,” he says. “You can tell me that in the morning, too.”

[bwobgames]

On the ever-bustling capital

The station awakes

The last time he’d been in the capital it was spring, for a wedding. He remembers sitting by the fan until night came.

And yet, even with such inscrutable proof, he still decided that it was a good idea to come back in summer.

Like some sort of forgetful fool.

Hm- actually, no. Just a fool. He doesn’t like that other word.

He is detective Oliver Beebo and he has solved the mystery of the overheating city.

The answer is global warming and corporate greed. Money now, please.

"Take my hand, alright? Let’s not get lost here"

It’s not that big of a place, but who is he to judge. Guess he’ll have to hold hands with his very hot boyfriend! Hot in multiple ways. He might be used to it, but the heat affects him too.

It must have. he can’t be the only one dying here! With Ángel as the sole survivor! That'd be too cliche now!

Hopefully everyone is fine as well.

Okay. Never mind. Ángel was right. This place is massive.

And absolutely full of people! Are they synthetizing humans here or what? How is it possible to have this many people around every day!

It’s… almost a bit too much. It’s slowly becoming too much. It’s really starting to be too much.

“Ángel. Um.”

“Let’s not enter yet, yeah? We are the first ones here, and the train is not moving anytime soon”

Ah, yes. The train. His salvation from hell city.

He heard there was going to be a free showing of multiple museums, so, like an easily amused fool, he asked Ángel to do a quick visit to the capital.

It was hot.

Usually, his dreams are filled with snow, but the heat won’t leave him even in sleepy land.

Small miracles, he guesses.

And even more miraculously, the Margulis were also sick of the heat, and decided to get a trip to the south as vacation. So why not get the gang back together and hitch a ride back home!

Of course, because they are not normal people who travel by an overnight bus, they simply must try out the new train.

Something about vintage realistic experience from when the country was filled with trains.

Well, he can’t complain much. Trains are awesome.

“Alright, just checked the groupchat. Vivi says she’s gonna be here soon, Marigold says they are leaving the house as we speak, and Nadia told me to die. So, everything seems to be going well!”

“Why is everything here so overpriced. Why was there a shopping mall inside there. When does summer ends.”

“Ahaha, that’s the shark mindset, my beloved. A place with so much people traffic? An opportunity like no other. Reminds me of the good old days, when I was evil and had money”

“You barely did anything economy wise. And you still get money from branding”

“Haha, that’s true!”

“Speaking of overpriced evil things, Let’s go get a snack! The train has bathrooms, so we have nothing to worry about”

“… Inside? In the torment nexus? With the many people and smells and lights?”

“Ah, we don’t have to if you don’t want to! We can wait until the train opens! I wasn’t that hungry anyways.”

Ángel’s tummy rumbles

“Ignore that. My demons.”

“You can go. I’ll wait here”

“.......”

“Really! I’ll be fine! Look! I’m no longer a noddle arms boy anymore! Your workout thing worked! So…”

“This place is dangerous.”

“I know my way around the common mugger”

“No, these guys are even more dangerous! They’d kill for nothing more than your phone! A-And the luggage is-!”

“Ángel.”

“I’ll be alright. You trust me, right?”

“I do... But it’s the other people that-!”

“Then you trust all the years of detective work that I’ve managed to survive. Assassins and Houses included”

“.......”

“...Fine. Fine, I get it. Just... If anyone tries to rob you, just give them everything, okay? Your phone, your shoes, whatever! I’ll buy you anything, so don’t try to fight back, yeah?”

“And don’t wander off! Stay in this street, okay? If you get lost just search for the giant awful clock. Without breaking it this time. I can buy you phones, but I’d really rather not pay another clock you ‘accidentally’ broke”

“It had it coming”

“And try to be close to people alright? Don’t wander off where there’s no people!”

“I’ll stay right here!”

“...Oliver.”

“Yeah, okay, I won’t. But I can always call you, yeah?”

“Yeah… Yeah. You can. It’s going to be fine.”

“I want a muffin and juice, please”

“Protect your luggage. I’ll be back before you know it.”

“Be safe, don’t even dare not be safe”

“byebyebyebyebyebyeeee love you!”

“Love you!”

One of the few positive traits of the capital is the wide acceptance of homosexuality.

Now, where to?

NEXT ->

[cherry-jamm]

mark being a big cuddle bug ugh and you cant help but give in because its honestly so worth it and he has a hand on your ass because he says “its comfy” and you hate to admit it, but it is. So with an iron grip on your cheek you both just fall asleep before a loud blaring alarm goes off

𝗝𝘂𝘀𝘁 𝗹𝗲𝘁 𝗺𝗲 𝗵𝗮𝘃𝗲 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝘀

・❥・ Mark is NOT getting that damn essay done

・❥・word count: 0.9k

・❥・warnings: so much fluff, some mentions of being a pervert, absolutely NOT beta read

・❥・Now why have none of my real life boyfriends been as cute as him??? Also love you anonnn!!!!

“I’m giving up.” Mark huffed in frustration, shutting his laptop and slumping into a small, sad, pile. 

“How much do you have left?” You fought the urge to laugh at your beautiful boyfriend’s misfortune. You lay on the other side of the bed scrolling mindlessly on your phone. Despite his anguish, he looked handsome. A few strands of hair fell into his face messily and his white t-shirt suddenly seemed much tighter.

✮ ⋆ ˚｡𖦹 ⋆｡°✩

“Like one more page.” He dragged his hands down his face, stretching it cartoonishly. He rested his head on the headboard of his bed, his chest rose and fell as he took deep calming breaths. 

“That’s not bad.” You crawl closer to him. You move the laptop off his lap, assuring it stays safely on the small bed. You cradle his face in your hands, his lips were pulled into a pout and his warm brown eyes trailed over your face like he was committing it to memory. “That’s like, home stretch.” 

“No,” He whined. He was stuck between wanting to tear away from you dramatically or nuzzling himself further into your hold on his face, so he simply sighed loudly. “I ran out of things to say like five paragraphs ago. I can’t repeat everything for the third time.” You bite your lip to avoid cracking a smile at his dramatics. 

“Oh no, whatever will my sweet boy do?” 

“Don’t mock me! I need this to pull my grade up.” You roll your eyes. Maybe you would take him more seriously if he actually did his work when he said he would. “I’m gonna finish it.” He nods. “Get away from me, tease.” He pulls himself from your hold and grabs his laptop once again. With a shrug, you back away from him to return to your side of the bed. You barely made it an inch away before he grabbed onto your leg to keep you in place. You raise an eyebrow at his antics. He doesn’t say anything but you see him struggling to contain his smile. 

You tug your leg back and curl up in your spot on the bed. For a while everything is peaceful. You scroll on your phone while Mark types away diligently. However, all good things come to an end. Before you even realized that Mark had shut his laptop he had grabbed onto you by the legs and tugged you closer to him. You yelped and curled a hand into his hair in surprise. “Mark!” You shrieked. 

He wrapped his arms around your waist with a nonchalant smile, paying no mind to your hand in his hair or how your surprised yell was cut off by a fit of giggles. He pulled you into his lap and pressed you close to his chest with a heavy exhale. His warmth blanketed you and you felt yourself relax into him. You could feel the defined musculature beneath his loose shirt and it sent a pleasant shock through you.

“I thought you were finishing your essay?” You hummed, making no moves to get off of him and let him work.

“Shh, let me have this.” He whispers into your ear. He tucked his head into the crook of your neck, his warm breath fanned over your collarbone. Once again everything was peaceful, and once again Mark had to disturb the peace. His hand wandered further down your body until it rested itself on your ass.

“What are you doing?” You pull away just slightly to look at him. He shushes you again, his eyes shut.

“Sorry.” He murmured. Despite that he doesn’t move his hand an inch. If anything he tightens his grip. 

“You aren’t sorry.” You huff. He nods and a small smile spreads on his face. 

“I’m not. Just let me have this.” He repeats. “It’s comfy.” You narrow your eyes at him. His eyes are lidded and tired but he looks back at you with a playful expression. 

“You’re a pervert.” You sigh as you lay back down on him. His muscles relax at your warm body on top of his.

“I know, I’m the worst.” He smiles into your hair. With one of his hands still gripping your cheek the other rubs soft circles into your back. You feel your breathing begin to even out as you lose yourself in the softness of the moment.

✮ ⋆ ˚｡𖦹 ⋆｡°✩

You weren’t sure how much time had passed since you had fallen asleep but you woke up in an entirely different position than you had fallen asleep. When your eyes opened you were on your back with Mark nuzzled into your chest. His arms were still around your waist while yours rested around his shoulders. Sunlight streamed in through the window, kissing your face and giving Mark’s almost jet-black hair a warm glow. You threaded your fingers through his hair. He had been working so hard, both as Mark Grayson and as Invincible, he needed rest. 

Just as quickly as you had the thought it was interrupted. A loud, blaring alarm cut through the room, leaving you scrambling to find the source before Mark woke up. The source was, of course, Mark’s own phone. 

Essay

His alarm read. You half smiled as you closed out of the alarm. Alas, it was too late.

“What was that?” He croaked.

“Your reminder to write your essay.” You laughed as you carded your fingers through his hair. He sighed loudly as he rolled off of you. 

“I’m giving up.”

[so-writing]

don't forget to water the plants (2) -- Quinn Hughes

Read part one here! It is missing Quinn hours, enjoyyyyy!

--

It should be easy to pull the tattered sticky note off the window and toss it into the trash, along with the dead and dying plants you left for Quinn to dispose of.

Not cool, he thinks to himself as he places a new piece of tape over the dried edges of the post it note, not fucking cool.

It’s all he can think of at the moment, because he’s too busy putting pots into the sink for water and cleaning up dead leaves that had fallen to the ground. If he’s being honest, he’s never really given a fuck about your plants.

Until you stopped giving a fuck about them, because, what the fuck? Why would you leave them behind? You took everything, every ounce of you, erased from the home you once shared and you left your plants behind? 

It didn’t make sense to Quinn. 

Until it did. 

The only plant missing, as much as he didn’t want to admit to realizing it, was your snake plant.  Your favorite one. The only one you bought together.

*

“I think I want this to be the one?” 

“You don’t sound so sure,” Quinn comes up and hugs you from behind, “it doesn’t have to be this one.”

“No,” you shrug him off with a laugh while he pretends to pout, “this is the one.” 

“Fine,” Quinn rolls his eyes and pretends to be irritated, “but we’ve got to make sure that this one grows and thrives the best. It’s the most important one.” 

“It will, we’ll make sure.” 

*

Quinn doesn’t realize how deeply he feels until he’s hunched over the bathroom sink trying not to throw up. Salty tears slid down his cheeks and into his hoodie and no amount of heavy breathing and water settle his stomach. He wants to empty his body of everything that has anything to do with you because he knows he fucked up. 

If he’s able to get every piece of you out of him, maybe he can move on in peace. 

Several weeks pass. Quinn is dealing with an upper body injury that keeps him off the ice and he has more than enough time to sit with his thoughts because of it. 

He can’t move on, because he doesn’t fucking want to. 

Quinn has decided that he isn’t ready to give you up, even though he already did, because he made a mistake. 

The air in Vancouver is cold in early March and Quinn hurries into the greenhouse as fast as his feet can carry him. He talks to the people working about nearly every plant in the place before he settles on one he thinks is the best. 

“Thank you,” he smiles at the cashier, “have a great day.” 

He’s quick to leave and gentle with placing the new plant in the passenger’s seat of his car and buckling the seatbelt around it because why not? 

The drive back to Quinn’s apartment, the one you used to share, is short and he treats his new purchase like it’s worth a million dollars as he removes it from the car and takes it inside. 

She isn’t pricey, but she’s worth more than anything Quinn has ever touched. He isn’t sure why you don’t have one already. 

Quinn carefully removes her from the back of his car and walks gently up to his apartment with her in his hands. He sets the pot on the top shelf, the one with the most sunlight, and snaps a picture of her. 

It’s a risky move, the two of you haven’t had any contact in several months and Quinn knows you don’t want to talk to him. He can’t help himself though, he has to try one more time. 

'Hope you’re well.’

He snaps a photo of the plant, a philodendron—pink princess—and sends the message before tossing his phone on the couch and starting to spiral. 

“Hope you’re well? How fucking stupid? Obviously? Does it even make sense?”

Quinn is too busy talking himself off and then back on and over a ledge to hear his phone vibrate against his plush couch cushions. He doesn’t expect any response at all, but you read it immediately and, despite your hesitancy to be in his life again, you respond. 

*

Well, you roll your eyes and pretend to be unbothered by Quinn’s text, shit. 

You can barely believe you’re even hearing from him, let alone seeing a photo of a plant he purchased on his own. He has never given a damn about your green thumb, so there’s something deeply annoying this. 

It’s so nice that he’s purchased a plant, one you love, and is trying to give it the best life he can. Really, it’s wonderful, and he probably thinks he’s doing a good thing and working his way into your good graces. 

And, he would be there, if it wasn't months after the two of you ended your relationship. Quinn could buy a million fucking plants and treat them like goddamn royalty and he still wouldn’t get it. 

Because it’s too late. 

It feels like a final nail in the coffin. It feels like the end credits of a movie you spent entirely too long paying attention to and wasn’t even that good of a watch. It feels like it’s actually, truly over.

Because,

Quinn didn’t give a damn about your plants when you were together. He didn’t care at all about the love and care you put into them when you were in his life. He was never interested in learning about them or caring for them. They were just things, your things, that lived in your home and needed attention. 

Now, 

He is suddenly interested in and buying one of your favorite plants and seemingly treating it like gold. Which is great, that is absolutely great, but it’s too late, for you anyway. 

For the first time in a long time, because you’ve spent so much time missing Quinn so fucking much, you truly feel done.

“It’s lovely. Don’t forget to water it.”

[writingroom21]

Hey!! Wanted to request where reader covers up for Sarah while she’s rummaging thru Rafes room so as he suspects something and is about to enter his room reader panicks and pulls up her shirt exposing her bare chest as a way of trying to distract him

A/N: Loved this idea so much. It was giving 10 Things I Hate About You

“Do you really think this is a good idea?” You whisper to Sarah who's trying to outrun you. She finally slows down when you get to the doors and she opens them. “Yes no one’s home I swear.” When you were picked to come with her you honestly thought she would tell you to stay watch. But no, she needed you to come with her all the way inside. “Rafe’s room is just up there. We’ll get it and be out in no time.” Yeah no matter how she spun it you were still nervous. You never liked her family besides Wheezie. The thought of being caught and put on Ward’s or even worse Rafe’s radar was scary. “Just stand her and keep an eye out.” 

Oh great, because you can see so much from right outside Rafe’s room. You start pacing around the hallway trying to calm your nerves. It’s all good. They are in a whole different country. What are the odds they would come back?

Apparently high

You heard the downstairs door crack open and footsteps follow. Walking over to the railing you can hear a voice but can’t make out who it is. Quietly sneaking into Rafe’s room you find Sarah moving a bunch of papers around. “Pst there’s someone here.” She looks over at you and then down at the papers, moving her hands around in the process. “I don’t know what I’m looking for. I need more time.” Panicking, you do the only smart thing you can think of.

Walking out of the room you go down the stairs only to be met face to face with the one person you didn’t want. Rafe. “Dad, I got to go. I’ll call you back later.” He hangs up the phone and shoves it in his pocket. Taking another step he gets a bit closer to you. “What the hell are you doing here?” You go to glance back but stop yourself. Rafe caught it and tracked your movements. “Where you just in my room?” He takes two more steps making you take two steps back. A dumb mistake because you trip and almost fall backwards. He keeps walking towards you.

Finally he backs you right up to his door. “Answer.” He looks so different from the last time you saw him. His hair is shaven and he looks taller? “I left my moms favorite earrings in Sarah’s room the last time I slept over.” You squeak out the words as he stares down at you. “Show me?” His stare is intense, making it hard for you to look away. “Show me the earrings?” Fuck. What are you going to do?

“Couldn’t find them. Guess Sarah must’ve placed them somewhere.” You try to play it cool but you know you are failing. Especially when a sound comes from his room. His eyes leave yours to look at the door. You can somewhat see his hand move and you hold your breath. A click tells you he opened it. Now he invades your space, chest to chest, waiting for you to back up. He gets you into the middle of the room and looks around. “Looks the same.” You roll your eyes to hide the relief you feel. “It's like I was never in here.” Your sarcasm ticks him off even more. Once again he backs you up to his chest.

“Stay there.” He walks around the room looking at things. In what you assume is him making sure they are in place. As he’s looking at his night stand Sarah peeks her head out from the bathroom. The two of you mouth words to each other with no luck. Rafe quickly turns to you and stands back up. “What are you doing?” You shrug, pretending like you don’t understand. He walks closer to you and Sarah takes it as her que to try and leave the room. He’s standing in front of you now. No words were exchanged but you know he doesn’t trust you. 

Sarah steps on a creaky part of the floor gaining Rafe’s attention. Just as he’s about to look over his shoulder you act on impulse. Rafe’s head snaps back over to you as you pull your shirt up over your head. Behind him you can see Sarah staring at you with wide eyes and mouth open. “I lied. I came here hoping that you stayed behind.” You can see his throat bob as he swallows the spit that accumulated in his mouth. You have pierced nipples and they are just screaming for him to have a taste.

“Yeah? Why’s that sweetheart?” You ass digs into the desk as he moves in closer before lifting you on it. “Um.” Your eyes flick over to Sarah and you wave to her to move. Following your lead she moves out the room quietly. Rafe’s getting impatient and he’s about to turn to see what you are looking at. “I was always scared of you.” His eyes widen, then narrow as he steps closer if that’s even possible. His hand comes up to cup your face, his thumb running across your bottom lip. 

“You scared of me now?” You look up at his blue eyes and think for a second. “No.” A small smile plays on his lips as he leans in. “So why are you looking for me?” His nose brushes against yours as he waits for your answer. “I guess I realized how I really felt.” You are pulling this straight out of your ass but it seems like he’s enjoying it. His lips meet yours, devouring you within a flash. The two of you play this dance fighting each other for dominance. It took you a few seconds to realize what you were actually doing. 

You pull away the moment Rafe’s hands find your tits, tugging at the jewelry that sits there. He chuckles as you pull away. There’s a bit of saliva left on your lips that he wipes away. Grabbing your shirt you push Rafe away from you and start to walk out the room. “What, still scared?” There’s a playful hint to his tone but you can only focus on the sound of your racing heart beat. “No!” You say a little too quickly. “Just remembered I was supposed to pick up my little brother. Gotta go.” You rush off down the stairs, pulling your shirt on as you go.

“You know where to find me when you’re ready.” You turn back to see Rafe looking down at you from the railing. “Mhmm.” You rush out the front door and run around the back of the house. Sarah waves you down frantically as she starts up the boat. You hop in and catch your breath as the view of Tanny Hill fades in the back. “What the fuck was that?” Sarah gawks at you. You shake your head and shrug your shoulders still finding it hard to breathe. “Don’t know.”

“Well it fucking worked great thinking.” The two of you sit in silence watching the water as the boat glides through it. “Just don’t go breaking in to see him again.” She jokes and nudges your shoulder with hers. You let out a laugh shrugging the comment off like it didn’t leave an unsettling feeling. One last time you look back at the house and for a moment you swore you could still feel his lips on yours.

Taglist : @rafedaddy01 @rrafeswhore @10ava01 @selfcontollover07 @akobx @starkeysbebe

[sleepingdeath-light]

relationship hcs ; satoru gojo

requested by ; cookie simp anon (12/09/24)

fandom(s) ; jujutsu kaisen

fandom masterlist(s) ; here

character(s) ; satoru gojo

outline ; “so i see you write for jujutsu kaisen huh? may i request some gojo relationship hcs please?”

warning(s) ; none, just fluff!

as the strongest sorcerer of the modern age, and a teacher at jujutsu tech, it almost goes without saying that satoru gojo is an extremely busy person. between organising stuff for his students, attending boring meetings with the higher ups, and dealing with missions of his own, he barely has enough time to sleep most day — but, still, as your boyfriend he does what he can to make sure you still feel loved and appreciated even when he can’t always be by your side. and if that means sending you daily ‘good morning’ and ‘good night’ texts, calling you throughout the day, showering you in more gifts than you know what to do with, and sending his students (and esteemed colleagues) to protect you when he’s away, then so be it

whenever he’s blessed with an exceptionally rare day off, the first thing on his mind is organising something with you because, well, why wouldn’t he jump at the chance to spend some much needed one-on-one time with his partner? and his dates can range from extravagant and luxurious to intimate and simple depending on your preferences and what mood he’s in — after all, for someone like gojo it’s just as easy for him to chill at home watching films with you as it is to teleport the two of you to that high end restaurant across the country he’s heard good things about… gotta make the most of the free time he’s got, after all

satoru never sleeps quite as soundly unless he’s cuddled up with you — your head on his chest or nuzzled into the crook of his neck, the smell of your shampoo in his nose, the weight of your body on top of his own, the sound of your breathing and the little noises you make in your sleep, and the security he gets from being able to wrap his arms around you, all of it is needed for him to get a good night’s sleep. and don’t worry if you’re not an early riser like him because he’s perfected the art of getting up and tucking you back into bed without rousing you from your slumber (what a sweetheart!)

whether you believe it makes him endearing or a menace to society, it’s undeniable that gojo has a strong sense of humour and loves messing with the people he cares about — and as his lover you get to experience that side of him more than anyone else. of course he does know where to draw the line (what practical jokes you won’t find funny, what comments not to make, when to drop the silly pet names and act serious for once), but generally he loves making you laugh and will go out of his way to make a complete and utter fool of himself if that will make your day just that small bit brighter

very physically affectionate once he’s comfortable enough with you to let his infinity down and always likes to be touching you in one way or another when you’re together: wrapping an arm around your waist, pulling you into his side or back against his chest, holding your hand, picking you up and carrying you around, encouraging you to sit on his lip, smothering you with kisses, cuddling you, running his hands up and down your sides or upper arms, resting a hand on the small of your back, etc.

other than your lips, his favourite places to kiss you are as follows: the top of your head, the nape of your neck, and the tip of your nose. and he loves it when you kiss him on the forehead (after brushing his hair out of the way) and on his hands — it never fails to make him smile and melt.

gift giving is one of his main love languages so it’s safe to say that as his partner you’ll want for nothing. whether its something you’ve mentioned liking/wanting, something he’s seen that he just knows you’ll love, or an item on display that you looked at a bit longer than everything around it, gojo will buy it for you without an ounce of hesitation — even if it has an absolutely exorbitant price tag attached. and, annoyingly, he’s always correct and you always end up loving the stuff he gets you (which only contributes to his bragging about being the ‘best boyfriend ever’, for better or for worse)

satoru is your absolute biggest cheerleader in life and will not rest until he’s sure you know just how much he adores you and how amazing he knows you are — and if he can’t be there in person to support you for a big event, he’ll always be there over the phone either texting you a string of earnest encouragements that soothe your anxieties or in your ear on call reassuring you that you’ve got this and he knows you’ll do an amazing job because it’s you, etc.

definitely encourages you to learn how to fight because he knows just how much danger you’re in just by being in his life. he’s very intense about it too because he does not want to take any chances with your life (duh)

uses his six eyes on you pretty often, usually just to check you over and make sure you’re not coming down with anything or hiding an injury from him or just to check up on you when you’re away from him for one reason or another

he’s just… protective, that’s all

(and who can blame him after everything he’s lost?)

as touched upon in previous points, it will take gojo some time to become comfortable enough with you to turn off his infinity — this means that for the first few months of your relationship there will be a distinct barrier between the two of you and any physical affection you engage in will be exclusively on his terms. just be patient and give him some time to adjust, you’ll get your super touchy boyfriend in good time

as far as pet names go, satoru is pretty versatile and will call you things that range from traditional (your first name or a shorter version thereof, or something like ‘sweetheart’ or ‘my love’), to more modern (e.g. ‘babe’ or ‘sugar’), to terms of endearment that are downright ridiculous and spoken with the exclusive intention of making you laugh.

his lockscreen is a picture of the two of you on a date abroad, his home screen is a picture of you smiling at him first thing in the morning, and he’s forever bragging about how amazing his partner is to anyone who will listen — the students mostly think it’s cute, shoko is used to it and just lets him ramble, but poor kento is sick of it (he doesn’t mind you as a person, don’t get him wrong, it’s just that he’d like to have one day at work where he’s not interrupted by gojo gushing about how gorgeous your eyes looked this morning, or some other such nonsense)

loves seeing you in his clothes, like he has a whole album dedicated to shots he’s taken of you in his shirts and jumpers it’s ridiculous. and if you happen to wear a size that’s bigger than his then you can guarantee that he’s going to go out and buy a crap load of oversized clothes to wear just so you can steal them (and give him his favourite view in the world)

he commits all the things you love to memory just so he’s able to use his knowledge to impress you down the line. your favourite sweets, your favourite meals, your favourite flowers, the fabrics you like to wear, etc., etc… you are his favourite thing to learn about and he may just about know more about you than he does about jujutsu or digimon

… barely

[labelleizzy]

It's important to know what is going on.

Written by US Senator Chris Murphy (D - CT)

Report from the Senate Floor:

Last night in the Senate, something really important happened. Republicans forced us to debate their billionaire bailout budget framework. We started voting at 6 PM because they knew doing it in the dark of night would minimize media coverage. And they do not want the American people to see how blatant their handover of our government to the billionaire class is.

So I want to explain what happened last night and what we did to fight back. The apex of Republicans’ plan to turn over our government to their wealthy cronies is a giant tax cut for billionaires and corporations. And they plan to pay for it with cuts to programs that working people rely on. Popular and necessary programs like Medicaid, Medicare, and SNAP, are all being targeted.

In order to pass the tax cut, Republicans have to go through a series of procedural steps. Last night, they took the first step which requires them to pass an outline of their plan, but with it, any senator can offer as many amendments as we want. So my Democratic colleagues and I did just that.

Now, we knew that Republicans would largely unanimously oppose them, but we had two objectives here. One, Republicans were forced to put their opinion on record — many for the first time — on the most corrupt parts of Trump and Musk’s agenda. Two, as I’ve been saying, I am going to make every process and procedure as slow and painful as possible for as long as my colleagues choose to ignore the constitutional crisis happening before our eyes.

So what did we propose? We proposed no tax cuts for anyone who makes a billion dollars a year. We made them vote on whether or not Elon Musk and DOGE should have limitless access to Americans’ personal data. We made them vote on whether to protect IVF and require insurers to cover it. Every single amendment Democrats proposed was shot down. On almost every single amendment, Republicans universally opposed it. Every Republican voted against our proposal to prevent more tax cuts for billionaires. The corruption and theft is happening in the open here.

The whole game for Republicans is taking your money and giving it to the wealthiest corporations and billionaires — even if it means kicking your parents out of a nursing home or turning off Medicaid for the poorest children. They know what they are doing is deeply unpopular. They are offering a tax cut to the most wealthy that is 850 times larger than what they are offering working people. Oh and by the way, any tax cuts for working people are going to be washed out by higher costs for basic necessities, like health care and food. It’s a fundamental injustice.

Thanks to your pressure and support, many of my Democratic colleagues have joined my effort to do everything we can to make sure they cannot destroy democracy and steal your money in the dark of the night. We are being loud about what is happening. I’m going to continue to grind the gears of Congress down as much as possible to make it that much harder and slower to get away with this corruption. That’s why the votes lasted until nearly 5 AM.

This is a five-alarm fire. I don’t think we have two years to plan and fight back. I think we have months. It’s still in our power to stop the destruction of our democracy with mass mobilization and effective opposition from elected officials. So we can’t miss any opportunity to take advantage of opportunities to put Republicans on the record and shine a light on what is happening.

And you have a role to play in this as well. I need you to amplify what’s happening, support the leaders who are fighting for you to make sure they can continue speaking truth to power against Musk and Trump’s billionaire cronies, and show up at rallies and town halls. Use every tool at your disposal to send a message loud and clear about how you expect my colleagues to lead and fight in this moment.

Every best wish,

US Senator Chris Murphy (D - CT)

[starredblood]

CHIHIRO

PART FIVE

kang sae-byeok x fem!reader

synopsis: you take a leap of faith to go find sae-byeok after everything from the past makes sense.

wc. 5.6k

warnings: reader gets bad ptsd, fluff, comfort, angst | authors note: another series done! thank you so much for everyone’s constant words of encouragement this might be my last series for a while now that school is starting to get more hectic but stay tuned for one shot fics in the close close future because i already have something planned!

(chihiro masterlist)

(summer, 2021)

Sae-byeok did it. She finally had the guts to do what she was deathly afraid of—running away from Deok-su’s gang without a trace. After completing one last task, she threw her phone into a nearby river and abandoned her dinghy apartment for a much smaller, less spacious one two towns over. Although this meant she was free from his deadly grasp, her source of income was plummeting. It also meant she was farther away from the library and you.

Now, that Cheol’s back in school and summer is starting to dissipate by the changing colors of the leaves above her, she knows she has a cruel awakening this winter. Her new apartment—if you could even call it that, wont have proper heating for the cold weather. But she’s gone through worse.

An hour before visiting hour ends, Sae-byeok heads over to the children’s school. She can already envision the way Cheol is going to look at her for not appearing these past two weeks—shiny doe eyes and trembling lips. And that’s exactly what happened.

“I thought something bad happened to you.” Cheol grumbles.

The Kang siblings sit across from each other in the visitors lounge. Cheol, as of recently, began carrying at least two books everywhere he goes and this time is no different. But he isn’t interested in the contents inside the books—not when his sister reemerged out of the depths.

She tucks stray hairs behind her ear and couldn’t even look at him in the eye when he said that. It was too much. She promised him a lot and he still hasn’t seen the ends of any of her promises. ‘I promise we’ll live together soon’, ‘I promise mom will be here soon.’

“Sorry.” she mutters. “I had to do something—work related.”

“It’s okay, I guess.” he says, knowing he can’t ask too many questions regarding what Sae-byeok does to earn their income.

“How’s school? It’s your first week back right?”

He nods. “My teacher already said I was doing good with reading. I just need to get better at math.”

“You’re a smart kid, you’ll catch on.” she says, her voice too flat for her liking. She couldn’t even sound encouraging enough to lift his spirits, not like you could.

Just then, a volunteer from the children’s home enters the visitors room to announce that there’s only ten minutes left before the kids have to get ready for bed. Cheol’s demeanor falters by the news, his posture slackens and his eyes turn worrisome. He never gotten used to living in these environments, not when he’s outcasted by the other kids for his accent and lack of understanding of South Korean culture.

“Don’t worry,” Sae-byeok assures immediately after noticing. “I’ll be back tomorrow way earlier.”

“Okay.” he says, forcing a small smile. But he doesn’t sound convinced. “Maybe we could stop by the library?” he suggests, hopeful. Sae-byeok becomes immobilized—she doesn’t want to tell him no but she refuses to go back and face you. “…I haven’t seen noona in a week.” he adds as if he read her mind.

“What?”

He gulps. “I asked the other librarians for her but they all said she was sick. Do you know if she’s okay?”

Suddenly, a thousand scenarios of everything that could go wrong with you flashes past Sae-byeok’s eyes. Her hands began to turn clammy and her heart races. If you’ve been sick for a week that has to be alarming. But she couldn’t sit here and not do something about it, right?

Sae-byeok was your girlfriend before everything that happened to you. And after she learned about your condition, retrograde amnesia, there was nothing she could do but watch as you move in without her. It left her crying for days on end and in her mind—this was a much worse fate than death. Her biggest fear was losing you, and the fact that she did in one of the worst ways felt like life was taunting her in the cruelest of manners. You were the brightest thing in her dark and harsh life and then you were gone.

But she promised herself one thing, that she would watch over you regardless. Even if you move on to another lover, or hate her when you met her all over again, it didn’t matter—she still dedicated her time to watch over you beneath the shadows. Yet, it was hard not to get close to you again, it was a grueling task to not be able to reach out to touch you, kiss you, and just talk to you. But her fears still loom around her mind. What if she loses you again? Is it better to let go than risking the chance to love again?

The morning before she ran away, it felt like everything was back to normal again. And for a split second she forgot about your amnesia, that’s why she kissed you all of a sudden. The guilt of leaving you in the dark is swallowing her whole.

She blinks of out her deep thoughts while Cheol observes her curiously. “I’ll go check up on her.” she tells him.

“And…Is she your girlfriend again? If she is then can I be her friend again?” he asks, hopeful.

“No, she isn’t. But—“ she cuts herself off to lick her chapped lips. “you can be her friend again.” she tells her brother who beams.

Once visitation hour is over, Sae-byeok decides to take the tiring walk to your apartment rather than taking the subway, which she can’t afford to do. The second she made it to your block, an unsettling feeling started to form in her stomach like she was on the verge of throwing up. She tried not to feel in order to prevent herself from panicking. If you weren’t okay, then she wouldn’t know what to do with herself.

Before she knocked on your door, she shut her eyes and waited until her breath became steady. After knocking several times nothing occurred and she couldn’t hear anything on the other side of the door, so she does it again with more force. Still nothing.

It’s too late for you to still be at the library if you went back to work and she doubts you’d be at your mother’s house. Sae-byeok had to rationalize with herself that putting in the four digit code for your door’s code was good—she had check up on you.

When she opens the door, she barely pokes her head out to the dark entrance way. Her voice cracks when she calls out your name after not speaking for a while. Sae-byeok slightly tenses when Sen, your cat, appears from the dark alleyway surveying the door. The cat appears to be well fed, right?

She studies the apartment from the entrance. Nothing looks out of place except a kitchen cabinet that was left open revealing all of your medications and first aid kit. She says your name a little more louder, her voice bouncing off the walls. Yet nothing. The panic was starting to set it, she curls her hands into fists to stop them from shaking. Sae-byeok needs to be realistic, there’s no way you’re hurt—life wouldn’t do that do you. You’re too good, have too much to live for, and you provide good things to people’s lives. You gave Sae-byeok hope. If you’re gone, where will that hope in her go?

So, she steps inside and shuts the door behind her. She slowly drags her foot to the hallway. This place showed so signs of life besides Sen. All the lights were off except a singular lamp by your cat’s bed. When she made it to your bedroom door, the grasp on the doorknob was slippery by her sweaty hands.

She opens the door and you’re there and you look…okay?

You were sitting propped up against the bed frame with your large headphones and a book on your lap. When you see her appear from your doorway, your eyes widen but remain stiff in the position she saw you in. The only thing that was out of place, if you could even call it that, was the tip of your nose and your cheeks were red. You must’ve been recovering from a cold or something. But this means Sae-byeok worried for nothing and she trespassed into your home unexpectedly—like a freak.

“Shit, shit.” she whispers frantically, her heart falling to her stomach. She ducks her head to face the ground like she saw something unforgivable—her face becoming hotter by the second. “I’m sorry.”

Immediately, she goes to shut the door and walks swiftly to leave. She’s never been so embarrassed and now she needs several days to cope with what she’s done.

When she bursts open the door she heard you weakly say something, “Wait.” but it was too late, Sae-byeok fucked up bad. She had to leave and not face you again.

Sae-byeok reaches to pat her cheeks and felt something wet. She looks strangely at her tear coated fingers, not understanding why these high emotions bursted out of nowhere. You were okay, so why was she crying?

──・──・・✿ ・・──・──

You are familiar with grief in a sense. It’s an emotion that never truly goes away and after losing your dad when you were just a young child, you thought that’d be the last time you would deal with grief. But now that you’re older you know that it comes in more ways than just death. You grieve for the person you once might’ve been—a smarter more driven one. And you grieve not being able to reconcile with Sae-byeok, who never left your mind ever since you met her…again.

But you don’t know what it was about her that drew you in. Was it her once cold estranged demeanor or the way she softly touched you and looked at you? Maybe it’s both, it has to be. There’s nothing negative you can say about that girl, is that was love does to you?

Love is another tumultuous emotion. You didn’t know what it meant to love a person who isn’t family, but you found your answer. After confronting your mom weeks ago, you found only one thing that linked you and Sae-byeok before the accident—a journal.

The journal was small and stained by mysterious dirty liquid since you found it discarded by the dumpster. It only showed you fragments of your life before you forgot: you met her through tutoring Cheol, you recommend her favorite book, you were the one that showed her the botanical garden, you took a punch for her and that was the same night you shared your first kiss, and in the last page was a declaration. This declaration was your epiphany and you want so badly to tell her about it because you’re certain she wouldn’t runaway once she finds out.

But she disappeared.

When she came into your apartment, you were still recovering from your fever and was too weak to chase after her. But that was telling enough that she does care about you, she’s just afraid. But how can you alleviate her worries when she began hiding?

So, you didn’t have a choice but bring poor Cheol into this.

“She likes to buy her cigarettes at this convenience store.” the boy told you the other day in the library, showing you the location in your work computer. “She always takes me here to buy my snacks.”

With that piece of information you think, what other time besides night time would Sae-byeok appear at this convenience store? So, after work it’s decided: you’d wait around all night to see if she shows face. It was risky and highly unlikely that you would see her after one day of loitering.

That’s why it took you three nights. You hung around at this convenience store from eight o’ clock till midnight, whipping your head whenever the doorbell rung and drooped back to stare at your phone when it wasn’t her. And every time, you brought the stained journal and the Heaven book.

On the third night, the doorbell rings and you barely look up to see who entered the shop. You had to double take when you saw the person wearing a familiar forrest green utility jacket and short raven hair. Sae-byeok casually strolls to the front desk. It was nerve wracking deciding wether to approach her or wait for her to notice your lonely presence by the seating area—her reaction could be of many. By the time you decided to go up to her, she already paid at the counter and turned around to head out. She freezes midway when she saw you.

It was hard to determine what she could be thinking. Her eyes boring into yours, lips pressed into a thin line, and jaw clenched. But the rest of her body seemed tense—nervous even.

You clear your raspy throat and say to her soft yet firmly, “Let’s talk, Sae-byeok.”

She finally blinks and looks away from you. “There’s nothing to say.”

Clutching onto her cigarette pack, she shoves them into the depths of her pocket and walks around you. You didn’t understand what she was so afraid of—you’re right here, no anger or fear in your voice.

“You have to know I’m just going to follow you until you let me talk to you.” you say matter-of-factly, ushering out the door and letting the cool summer breeze hit your cheeks.

“I can’t do this.” she says, her voice louder now that they’re on the streets. It was the same thing she said last time and you wonder what she truly means by it.

“But you can!”

You flinch. Sae-byeok crosses the busy walkway street, with both sides of the road filled with cars waiting for the light to turn green. You’ve been keen on avoiding crossing large walkways but you can see her tall lean body start getting smaller and smaller until she ends up on the other side of the road.

There wasn’t much time for you to think about your next moves, even with how hard your heart was hammering against your chest. Sae-byeok was getting away. You ball both your hands up into fists and force your shaky legs to cross.

By the time Sae-byeok had crossed the streets she heard two things: cars honking and a blood curling scream that came from you.

You didn’t know what to do, you were walking by so slow due to fright of the cars revving their engines all around you. By the time you made it to the center of the road, the light had already turned green and then the honking began.

Suddenly, you were back in that taxi car a few months ago with your head leaning against the backseat window and in a moments flash, you saw a car’s headlights aim for impact on your side.

You didn’t know what to do except collapse on the ground and cover your ears from the blasting horns bursting your eardrums. The whole time you tried bracing yourself for impact again, just like you did a few months ago. But the cars—they had to be taunting you, they couldn’t stop beeping and beeping. And all you could do was scream for help while you crouched helplessly on the ground.

Your shouting got louder when you felt something touch you, something calloused and warm. By the time you opened your eyes and realized Sae-byeok tried to carry you bridal style across the street you both collapsed on the sidewalk after she tripped on the ledge.

“Are you ladies okay?” and “Why didn’t you cross?” were heard in multiple variations by passerby’s once the two of you fell on the cemented floor. But neither of you cared enough to respond. Sae-byeok only cared about your well being and you were too busy reliving the horrors you experienced the day you got into that accident.

“It’s okay, it’s okay!” you heard a muffle voice say but you were terrified to remove your hands from your ears. What were once screams coming from your mouth was replaced with soft trembly cries. “You’re safe—I got you! You’re safe, please don’t be scared!”

You shook your heard, convinced that you were still in the middle of the street.

“Please—Please open your eyes and look at me, please!”

The fear started to subside when you felt gentle motions trace along your back and several kisses to your temples. By the time you started to slowly remove your shaky hands from your ears, it felt like light years have passed.

“That’s it. Now just open your eyes and you’ll see that I’m here and I swear I’m not leaving your side.” you hear Sae-byeok fully and clearly. You bat open your eyes, your eyelashes drenched with tears and you saw her. Sae-byeok’s eyes were also swimming in tears but she only cared to wipe yours away with the pads of her thumbs. “You’re safe and look—I made sure that you have your things.”

She grabs your book and journal that were sitting beside her from the sidewalk and placed them on your lap. You couldn’t comprehend what was going on yet, still catching your breath but she waited for you. It got better when she began to reach for your hands and rub them against hers, blowing into them to provide heat. When your eyesight became clearer after the tears and fear dwindling away by Sae-byeok’s gentleness. It was exactly what you needed.

Her hands were scraped and red after the fall, but she didn’t care.

“I’m…” you croak, your voice still unstable. “I’m…sorry.”

Sae-byeok pauses what she was doing and stares at you, her eyes drooping with melancholia. “No,” she breathes with her low and raspy voice. “you didn’t do anything wrong. Please believe me when I say that.”

You try to hold back more sobs but end up hiccuping instead. And all you had the ability to say was, “T—Take me home.”

She stood up first and reached both her hands out to you, helping you stand up. She lets one of her hands drop and the other one to remain holding yours as she leads you to your apartment—making sure you’re walking on the safe side of the sidewalk the entire time.

The whole walk home was excruciatingly embarrassing as you started to register what occurred to you and how many people saw. Including Sae-byeok. It was a huge moment of weakness in your end. Ever since the accident you can’t handle even standing close to cars let alone hear their loud honking noises on the bustling sides of town. And what just occurred was your biggest fear. Your stomach drops having to imagine what would’ve happened to you if Sae-byeok wasn’t there or hadn’t noticed.

Your tears were fully dry by the time you both made it to your apartment and you dart straight to your bedroom to collapse on the mattress. Although you felt much more relaxed, sometimes you felt your hands get shaky again.

Sae-byeok sat on the corner on the bed, quietly observing you which is something she’s a natural at. Now that the high intensity situation was over, she felt more insecure about being able to soothe you and console you with words. She hoped that at least her presence was helpful rather than a nuisance.

“Stay tonight.” you murmur. You could see her chest stop moving, she was holding her breath to your request. For a moment you thought she’d stand up to walk away but she just nodded. A small breath of air escapes your mouth, you think it’s a sigh of relief. “Thank you.” you whisper much quieter.

Sae-byeok remained in stand by, ready to move in lighting speed when you get back up from your bed. You sluggishly head to your drawer and pull out a stripped pajama set for her.

“I’m going to freshen up.” you mutter flatly. It was as if all of your emotions had been drained from your body, it worried her. “You can change in my room…I’ll have a toothbrush for you when I get out.”

Sae-byeok didn’t know what to say. It hurt seeing you so fragile and shaken up.

After the two of you got ready for bed, not saying another word to each other, Sae-byeok tried to figure out how to talk to you in a way that’ll ease your aching heart. Her luck of courage came when Sen started to crawl on top of her chest, making you chuckle softly at the sight.

“She’s cute.” Sae-byeok says, gently patting along the cat’s back.

You remained quiet which makes her anxious. Then you swallow thickly before speaking up after a long time of just pure stillness, “Promise me you’ll still be here by the time I wake up.”

She holds her breath to think. You still needed to talk to her about that kiss and what it meant. Maybe this’ll be the last time she’s going to lay on your bed, comforted by the warmth radiating off your body.

“Okay…” she says and lets Sen hop off her chest and onto the ground, her nails could be heard pattering against the floor. She was afraid to hear you out, but the anticipation of knowing was killing her. “I’m sorry I kissed you.” she says in rapid fire speed.

Again, you were quiet until she heard vibrations that sounded like chuckling. “It’s okay—it was just unexpected.”

“Yeah.” she gulps and lets both her hands rest on top of her stomach.

“Girlfriend.” you hum as if that was the most interesting word you heard.

“What?”

“You were my girlfriend, right?” you ask but didn’t hear a peep from her. “How long have we been dating for?”

Sae-byeok shuts her eyes and grinds her teeth. It was like you were taunting her. “Stop.”

“Weren’t you curious in the slightest when I brought your favorite book and a journal when I saw you at the convenience store?”

Her silence only made you more determined to tell her everything you found out. And you refuse to let what just occurred to you get in the way of telling her. You rise up from the bed and turn on your lamp, letting soft yellow lighting to intimately illuminate the room ever so slightly. Sae-byeok watched as you got up and picked up something from your desk and sat down on the mattress where you were previous laying on.

First, you flip through the pages of her favorite book and find a particular section that was bookmarked with a sticky tab “Look at this quote from your favorite book, ‘There are all kinds of things of things in the world I don't understand, but I really wanted to understand you.’…”

Sae-byeok has no idea where you’re going with this. She follows suit and also decides to sit up. “What are you trying to say?”

“Don’t run away, Sae-byeok.” you whisper, looking deep into her concerned eyes. “Let’s talk. I swear it’s better than running away from it.”

“What else is there to say—?”

“Technically, we never broke up. So, you’re still my girlfriend.”

“Thats not how it works.” she frowns. It if were only that easy—but the small smile creeping up your lips made her stomach do that weird thing that it has been doing ever since she met you. However, you were right, she can’t runaway from the sad truth anymore. It was time to say goodbye to you for good. “Okay…Let’s talk.”

You place the book beside you and sort through the torn and yellowed pages of your journal that looks like it belongs in ancient times. You stop midway through the pages and glance back at her. “Is your favorite color green?”

“Yeah?” she answers questioningly. “How did you know?”

“My mom tried to throw away everything containing you but I found my journal by the dumpster.”

“She never liked me.” she mutters so low that you didn’t hear her while you flipped to the last page of the journal.

“Most of the pages are stained or ripped but I found something interesting about you.” you explain. Your eyes gleam with adoration at whatever you were reading. “Here: ‘Sae-byeok reminds me of flowers like azaleas, wisterias, and lily of the valleys. What these flowers have in common is that they’re all poisonous yet so beautiful. More beautiful than flowers we can actually touch and that perfectly describes who she is as a person. A beautiful yet untouchable one. However, she allows me to hug her, caress her hair, and kiss her cheek from time to time because I think I gained a trust with her that is special. The more I got to know her the more I realized that my fondness for her transcends that of friendship and even romance…I don’t know what it is yet but I hope it’s love. I think I love, Sae-byeok’.”

Silence fills the room. She stares at you intently yet her face was beet red. What you said to her was an overwhelming profession of love that she never imagined anyone would say to her. She doesn’t think she deserves an ounce of what you wrote in that journal. But the way you’re staring at her with full admiration in your eyes is making her think otherwise.

“I told you about that list I make to help my memory.” you add with more fervor, smiling wider than before. “It’s all about poisonous flowers—I didn’t know at first why I chose that to memorize but now I do. My feelings for you never went away—not really.“

“I’m scared. I lost you once I don’t think I can lose you again.” she finally admits what she meant all along. Her ultimate fear—loss. Even if she wants nothing more than to be with you.

“I understand. But love always comes with sacrifices, doesn’t it?”

“I’m so sorry.” she whispers. “For everything—for running away. For being the reason you…” she couldn’t even finish by the guilt bubbling her stomach.

You press your forehead against hers and reach over to take on her hands to rub soothing circles around them. “It’s okay. I know you never meant to hurt me.”

When she didn’t respond verbally, you didn’t expect her to do so by softly pressing her lips against yours. Unlike the first time she kissed you, which was a mere second peck, this one was meant to be savored. The moment you kissed her back, she adjusted herself to hover over you—one hand trailing up your arm leaving goosebumps on its trail and the other holding the back of your head. Sae-byeok’s hands roamed all over you with ease, you couldn’t be surprised.

The kiss had so much familiarity. The movement of your mouths against each other felt routinely yet the fiery passion had never engulfed. When you both pull apart, you were laying in between your pillows and her on top staring heavily into your eyes. The feeling of her fingers touching the exposed skin on your waist made your stomach knot up.

“I promise I won’t hurt you anyone, okay?” she reassures you breathlessly. “I hope this means you’ll be my girlfriend again.”

“I’ll love to be your girlfriend—again.” you say with a soft laugh that she reciprocates before dipping down to kiss you one more time.

The morning started with clanging sounds coming outside your bedroom. After several failed attempts to open your eyes, you forced your tired body to cooperate with you when you saw Sae-byeok’s spot on the bed empty. The only trail she left was the imprint of her head on your pillow.

You walk to the kitchen and your heart swells with content seeing Sae-byeok. She kept her promise.

Currently your girlfriend was sitting crisscrossed on the floor in front of Sen’s bowl, pouring her food. You place a hand on her shoulder to not startle her too much and sit beside her on the ground, observing as Sen began to dive into her food bowl.

“Good morning.” Sae-byeok says, leaning to press a chaste kiss on your cheek. “I think I fed her the right amount. Hope you don’t mind.”

“You did it just right.” you yawn, leaning your head on her shoulder, still sleepy.

“Are you free all day?” she asks after.

“Unfortunately, I have to go in for work in about two hours.” you sigh exasperatedly. “Good thing you woke me up because I might’ve forgotten to turn on my alarm.”

“I’ll make breakfast now then.” she says and nudges you off your shoulder playfully. You let out a groan while grabs your hand to help you rise off the floor. Her hands remain holding yours however and her eyes were hesitantly searching yours like she was trying to look for any sign of discomfort. “Um…Do you want to go visit Cheol after work with me? I know you had a tough time last night so if you want to get rest I understand.”

“What? Of course, I want to go with you.” you say. “Just please pick me up.”

“Obviously.” she rolls her eyes and strides to the kitchen. “He missed you a lot by the way. He was asking me if you could be his friend again if it meant you’d be my girlfriend again.” she says coolly.

“Really?” you snort and lean on the counter to observe her as she began prepping the stove. Instinctively, you reach over to move a stray hair that fell above her eyes. This gesture alone made the tips of her ears red which she tries masking with her pokerface expression. She amuses you so much. You could get used to this very well.

“Really.” she repeats softly, a subtle smile setting on her lips.

This quiet morning with you is something she hopes to see for a very long time. Although, she may not have a lot of things to give—she promises to herself that she will provide you with all the care and love in the world now that she has you back in her arms. But she’ll never tell you that out loud, of course.

──・──・・✿ ・・──・──

(winter, 2021)

It is one of those rare occasions where Sae-byeok takes Cheol to visit you at your apartment. Usually, the three of you spend time in the library, cafe, or the children’s home. But rarely ever in your place—she thought it was still too early in your relationship to make a big commitment like that. It was your apartment, it’s personal. And by bringing Cheol to your personal abode it meant that Sae-byeok was seriously committing herself to you.

You two have only been dating since August. And throughout these past months of being with you, it brought her nothing but peace and happiness. She didn’t have to be anyone but herself around you and vise versa. You both understood each other from the get-go. She never thought she was able to be vulnerable to anyone like this before.

When the Kang siblings walk up the stairs to your apartment floor, Cheol practically couldn’t stand still from the excitement of seeing you and your home. Sae-byeok had to hold back laughing at him as she knocked on your door.

“Noona!” Cheol beams once the door opened, expecting you to appear right after he spoke.

Sae-byeok gets an unsettling feeling when the door revealed no one at first. She tells her brother to quiet down, making him pout.

When an older woman who has striking facial similarities to you appeared instead, her heart rate began to increase slowly but surely. This must’ve been your mother—was this some sort of family gathering that she wasn’t aware of?

However, when your mom opens the door wider, her hand was placed on her hip and she frantically look between Sae-byeok and Cheol. Worry was covering all of her features.

“Are you, Sae-byeok?” she says, almost demandingly but her eyes couldn’t look anything but stressed. Sae-byeok nods and is unable to open her mouth up to speak. “Who’s this?”

When she doesn’t respond Cheol steps in and bows. “I’m Cheol. She’s my sister.”

“I see.” your mom says, raising a skeptical brow. “Sae-byeok, can I speak to you for a moment—alone. Come in both of you, of course.”

Something was very off putting about all of this but it doesn’t look like they have a choice but to enter the apartment. Besides all of your belongings still here, yet there was no signs of you anywhere.

While Cheol sat on the living room couch with a book to keep him busy, your mom pulled Sae-byeok to the kitchen.

“She got into a car accident last week.” she says, her voice quiet but loud enough for Sae-byeok to hear the tremble in her voice.

The world felt like it collapsed in on her with this news. Sae-byeok didn’t want to show any signs of fear that she was feeling and gripped onto the edge of your kitchen counter to hold herself together. This wasn’t happening. Not to you—this isn’t true…

“She’s—alright.” your mom says hesitantly and runs her hands through her unruly hair. “But the doctor said she has some sort of amnesia from the accident—and we still aren’t sure how many memories she’s lost but the doctor is positive she lost at least a year’s worth of memories. Hopefully, not any more but she’s still has so much head trauma to determine.”

Your mom started to become blurry in Sae-byeok’s vision. It’s been awhile since she’s cried—especially in front of someone. If you lost a years worth of memories that must mean—

“Just forget about her, okay?” your mom declares softly. Clearly she was trying to sound more stern but her weariness made it sound like a tired plead. “She forgot about you…and it’s best if she recovers without your presence. It’ll just make it harder for her to heal. So, please, don’t come back and don’t go looking for her. For her sake.”

When Sae-byeok and Cheol stood outside your apartment with the news of your tragic accident, there was nothing left to say.

Cheol couldn’t help but glance up, concerned by his sister’s behavior. She’s always been quiet but this type of quiet is scary. Her facial muscles kept twitching due to holding back any signs of sadness and worry. She didn’t want to say it but she was trying not to feel anything right now.

You forgot about her? Just like that? Sae-byeok is upset, at you, at the world—at everyone. She doesn’t understand how you broke her heart so silently yet so harshly.

“Noona,” Cheol finally speaks up, a little fear in his voice for her reaction. “is she okay?”

Sae-byeok doesn’t say anything, making him puzzle up a story.

Now, Sae-byeok has to decisions to make: take a lifetime to get over you or secretly watch over you if you decide to continue to live your life without her in it. So, what will it be?

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You're a Dream to Me Part 2

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In this one we have the only chapter without a dream at the start, but we get see Eddie and Steve's lives without each other.

Part 1

~

To say Steve hadn’t ended up where he thought he would when he was in high school was an understatement. He had imagined working for his dad at the consulting firm he owned. But when he hit college and met Robin working at the on campus ice cream shop. The school’s mascot was the Buccaneers and so the place was called Scoop’s Ahoy.

They hadn’t started off as friends, but after being locked together in the back of the shop when a bomb threat had been called into the school, they came out of it as best buds.

He had decided after that that he didn’t want to do work for someone else, he wanted to own his own business and like the universe was looking out for him, after he had graduated from college he had come home and learned that the local bookstore was looking to sell.

And as much as Clint Harrington would have preferred his son with him, owning his own business was still in line with what he wanted for his son, so he didn’t think anything of it. That was until Steve turned it into a liberal arts bookstore with a strong leaning toward the LGBTQ+ community.

That was the final straw for the elder Harrington, cutting Steve off without a thought or so much as a backward glance. But what Clint hadn’t realized was that the trust fund had been setup by his grandparents and that the only access Clint had to it was to put money in and not take anything out, so Steve took the money from the trust fund and built the bookstore to what it was now, a thriving hub for the lost souls of Hawkins.

So when he said he loved his job, he meant it. But it wasn’t easy. He had a constantly revolving door of high schoolers who worked for him in the afternoons. But the mornings were tended to by Robin or him. Today it was him.

She would be by around ten coffee and donuts in hand. Vickie was a fifth grade social studies and band teacher. Which is why she hadn’t been grumpy with the wake up call this morning. She had already been at work for an hour by the time Steve had called.

He got to work opening up his store, happily humming some tune that was always playing in the background of his soulmate dreams.

The bell above the door rang out signaling his first customer. Steve looked up and died a little inside. It wasn’t a customer, because that implied the person might make a purchase and this one never would.

“Mrs. O’Donnell,” Steve said warningly. “I’m pretty sure that Chief Hopper told you to stay out of my shop, so don’t make me call him.”

The old English teacher had retired the year prior and made her mission to terrorize the bookshop about the books they sold. She stopped in her tracks when she saw who was manning the shop today. “Where’s the girl?”

A sudden chill slid down his spine. “If you aren’t out of my shop by the time I finish dialing the cops, you’re going to regret that statement.” He picked up the phone and started dialing from memory.

She continued to stare him down. “This is public property, I can come and go as I wish. You can’t stop me.” She gathered her purse to her chest like a shield and stepped further into the store.

Steve raised an eyebrow. “One, stores are private property and two, you started throwing books off the shelves the last time you were here, and that’s destruction of property.”

The old bat stopped in her tracks for the second time and turned to him with an evil grin. “They’d be my property if I bought them, right?”

Steve snorted and ignored her. If she was really that stupid, he wasn’t going to correct her. “Hello, yes, this is Steve Harrington from Coming of Page. Yes, I’d like to report a trespass. That’s right. Kathleen O’Donnell is back. Mhmm...of course I’ll wait.”

He waited, but Mrs. O’Donnell did not. But according to Officer Callahan, they had picked her up only a couple of blocks from the shop.

“Are you really going to press charges against an old woman?” he asked when Steve brought it up.

“It’s either this or you find another way to keep her out of my shop,” he snapped. “Because it’s a bookshop. It’s not even the only bookshop in town there are three other small bookshops and a Waldon’s Bookseller in the mall. I’m not making bank and it was lucky insurance paid out for the damage she did last time. An actual fucking crime, no less!”

Callahan grumbled but was duty bound to arrest her. So when Robin came in with her coffee and donuts he was already ready to throw in the towel.

“I’m sorry, Steve,” she murmured after she heard about his morning. “I should have told you she was harassing me when you weren’t there, but I didn’t want to make a bid deal out of it.”

Steve gave her a hug. “I understand that, but with you not telling anyone it just gave her permission to keep doing it, okay?”

She nodded sadly. “I’ll be sure to call you the next time it happens.” She wrapped her arms around him and settled into the hug.

“Hopefully there won’t be a next time because the old bat will be in jail,” he said fiercely. “People are just so bigoted these days.”

She raised her head. “That certainly true. Let’s eat these donuts and drink this coffee and you can tell all about your dream hunk.”

Steve laughed. Then they did just that. They talked about the sound of his voice and the feeling of his broad chest pressed against back.

“Well it sounds like he’s finally coming around to the idea of you as his soulmate,” she said when he had finished telling her about every detail of the dream.

“Yeah,” Steve sighed wistfully. “I can’t wait to meet him.”

Later that day, Steve was humming a little tune and bopping to the music in his head when Dustin came in. Dustin still worked at the bookstore during his breaks from school for what Dustin called D&D money.

“Hey, I didn’t know you knew Corroded Coffin,” Dustin said as he clocked himself in at the computer. “That’s one of my favorites.”

Steve stopped what he was doing and turned to him. “I hear it in my soulmate dreams. My soulmate must be a huge fan.”

“Your soulmate is a metal fan?” Dustin said brightly. “That’s so cool!”

Steve just shook his head. Now that he knew the band his future soulmate liked, he would have to look them up to see what other songs might have been playing during his dreams.

“I’ll send you a link to all my favorites,” Dustin was saying. “And some other bands too, so that when you two finally meet, you aren’t totally a fish out of water with his tastes.”

“Thanks, bud!”

All the kids knew that Steve strongly suspected that his soulmate was a man. It made things easier for Mike and Will to get together as Mike had Steve to help work out his internalized homophobia.

He pulled out his phone when it went off to see that Dustin had done what he said he was going to do. He smiled fondly. Yeah, Mrs. O’Donnell could go kick rocks for all he cared, because he had his people.

~

Eddie was a professional above all else, especially when it came to his music, but there were days when he didn’t feel the music. Like he had been disconnected from the mainframe or like a puppet with its strings cut.

Jeff noticed it first. But that was because being on rhythm guitar he took his cues from Eddie so when the energy didn’t match their opening song he knew something was up. Brian and Gareth didn’t notice until about halfway through the third song when Eddie actually fucking missed a chord.

Gareth called a halt with his sticks, crossing them like an X to get the techs to stop, too.

“Okay, man,” Brian huffed, “what is with you today?”

“‘Cause if this about us teasing you about Steve,” Jeff said, gripping the body of his guitar, “we’re sorry. You are usually right there with us laughing about it.”

Eddie let out a long shuddering sigh and rubbed his chin. “It not just that. Because yeah, today I wasn’t in the mood to be teased about my long standing crush, but it was sleeping through my alarm, too. Getting yelled at first thing in the morning is exactly a recipe for a good day, you know?”

“Yeah,” Gareth said, “I’d be in a pretty shit mood, too.” The other two members nodded. “So why don’t we take a break, grab a smoke and clear our heads a bit?”

Eddie ran his fingers through his hair and let his eyes flutter shut. A cigarette did sound really good right now. “Yeah, and have one of the PAs run and get us some burgers. I didn’t have time to eat, so that might be affecting my mood too.”

So they took a break, had a smoke, got some food in their bellies and cleared their heads. They were all feeling a little better as they got on back on the stage to finish the sound check.

As Eddie was plugging in his guitar, Chrissy came up to him.

“Hey, you got a minute?” she asked. Eddie half shrugged, so she took that as sign a to continue. “I wanted to apologize for this morning. I heard a couple of the guys talking about how much it upset you and I shouldn’t have came in like a bull in a china shop, no matter how late you were.”

Eddie half shrugged again. “I’m an adult, Chris and you treated me like a child who was late for school. And I checked, no one had even tried calling me or texting me to see where I was. So yeah, I think I have a right to be pissed.”

Chrissy sighed. “I know. When I arrived and saw that you weren’t there I just stormed up on the war path and that wasn’t fair to you. So this me apologizing for it and I promise it won’t happen again, okay?”

Eddie nodded and then turned to Gareth and jutted his chin up to indicate that he was ready to go. Gareth counted out time on his sticks as Chrissy stepped back, chewing on her thumbnail.

She had royally fucked up this morning because she had a fight with Georgia this morning about how the two tours were going on at the same time and that it had been a deliberate choice for Chrissy to join Corroded Coffin instead of Lilith’s Little Monsters.

Which of course it had, Chrissy was their manager, but she wasn’t the one who had set the touring schedule that was the label, but no amount of explaining that did any good. So she had taken Eddie being late as a personal attack and went up there guns blazing. Which she really, really shouldn’t have done no matter what her own morning had been like.

She had known that the boys had gotten in super late and literally crashed into their beds and slept like the dead. She should have set up morning calls for all of them to make sure they were awake in time. But she hadn’t because she relied so heavily on Eddie’s need to be on time.

So she had set the tone for their morning and while their playing was vastly better than it been before the break, it wasn’t their best.

It was time to do some grovelling and not just with her band, but with her soulmate too. Since her boys were currently playing, she was going to start with her soulmate. She pulled out her phone and dialed Georgia.

“Hey, babe,” she murmured softly. “I’m sorry. You were right. I could have pushed a little harder so that the two tours wouldn’t line up, especially with Corroded Coffin having way more control with that sort of thing then most bands.”

“Oh, wow,” Georgia said, “I wasn’t expecting an apology, like ever. Thanks.”

Chrissy winced. “I know. I’m such a bitch. But I’m your bitch and I love you so much.”

“I love you too, honey,” Georgia laughed. “And I do know that it’s your job that you have to be there, I just rolled over in bed this morning and you weren’t there, so I chose violence.”

“I would have too,” Chrissy admitted. “We’re going to be in the same city at the same time for Boston, so I thought I would come woo my pretty wife and bring her flowers and the whole nine yards. How does that sound?”

“Sounds great,” Georgia breathed. “I’ve got to get to my sound check, but I love you.”

“Love you more,” Chrissy replied.

And then they said their goodbyes and hung up. Now to figure out how to make it up to Eddie.

She was going to have to do a lot of groveling to start. but she would figure it out.

~

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9- @themoonagainstmers @eyehartart @tartarusknight @chaotic-waffle @dotdot-wierdlife