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logaenhowlett · 3 days ago
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COME BACK BABY PLEASE - L.H.
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Summary: When it comes to you, Logan would do anything - even break his own heart.
Pairing: Logan Howlett x Female Reader
Warnings: Mature themes (masturbation) 18+ only, Angst (with happy ending), Fluff, Hurt/Comfort, Mutual pining (but Logan's a stubborn fool), Empath!Reader
A/N: For @lubdubology's and @yxtkiwiyxt's Loveuary Challenge (great idea btw)! The prompt was DoFP!Logan + We Belong Together by Mariah Carey. Also, I hit 500 followers last week and I'm floored, honestly. Thank you so much for all the love and support! Now, back to this gorgeous man.
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Logan fucks himself into his fist.
Because there you are, latched onto his mind like some parasite.
Iron, harsh and metallic in taste, blooms on his tongue as his jaw locks. A piss-poor attempt to crush the memories of sun-kissed smiles, of tangled fingers - of your love.
It's like holding water in a sieve, you slip through his defenses, elusive and inevitable. He loathes himself truly for possessing such a traitorous heart.
And still, beneath all that armour, it's you he reaches for.
But he doesn't touch you. Can't touch you. Not when you're living and breathing again just beyond his door, as if he hadn't felt your body go limp between his arms, his trembling pleas silenced by a last kiss, an "I love you" murmured against cold lips.
As if you hadn't died.
Jean notices first. Though she'd sworn off trespassing on anyone's mind, least of all his, it's hard not to. His thoughts are loud, but his agony screams louder. It seems even the kids whisper amongst themselves in the hallways - Professor Logan, their beloved hero, now a man adrift.
Everything becomes awfully clear as Charles explains - the reality a lightning strike so blinding it jolts the room. The time travelling, the ever-present fear of failure, the responsibility he'd shouldered in solitude–
You're an idiot.
Jean's voice rings in his head, unwelcome yet painfully true. His eyes lift, her subtle nod drawing his attention to you. And he'd rather flay himself alive, unsheathe his claws into his own chest, than brave the unwavering love written in your tear-filled gaze.
Just talk to her. You're only hurting yourselves–
Stay outta this, Red.
She's right, he knows it. But knowing and doing are two different beasts entirely. Because now, you're here, and here is a minefield. One mistake, one single moment of weakness, and the nightmare could swallow him whole once again.
Stupidly, Logan avoids you.
Mornings are the most torturous. He remembers chasing your lips as you slipped from his embrace only to be drawn back. The sheets would pool around your waist, barely clinging to your frame as you stretched lazily.
Utterly captivated, he'd watch as you moved about, gathering your things, playfully dodging his kisses between buttons and zippers. "If you keep distracting me, I'll never make it to class on time," you'd laugh, followed by his teasing: "That's the fuckin' point, darlin'."
That's how it used to be.
Now, he paces his room, attuned to the creak of your floorboards, the rustle of your clothes, the unmistakable hitch in your footsteps as you perhaps hesitate by his door.
Maybe today, he thinks. Maybe today, you'll storm inside, fists pounding against the walls around his heart, demand answers and finally scream at him for the coward he is.
Much like yesterday, all the days and weeks before, you never do. And that, Logan realises, is the cruellest curse of all.
It's suffocating; a prison of his own making, brick after brick cemented by fear, bars forged in the white-hot fires of regret. Every cell, every corridor, every inch serves a reflection of his self-destruction. And the key? Lost, or perhaps never truly deserved in the first place.
If nothing else, shame doesn't choke him as harshly in here; dull in the way it gnaws at him. Logan closes his eyes, conjuring you between his legs as he's sprawled on his back, one hand gripping his cock, the other fisted in the sheets.
Within minutes, everything blurs. Like shattered glass, fragments of your lives crash and collide. His vision whites out for a heartbeat, then slowly returns, leaving him limp and spent in the darkness.
And then, nothing.
Just a shuddering sigh tinged with disgust. Wet smears on his palm. A small, pathetic offering to some patron saint of loneliness.
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You don't remember the last kiss.
Was it in the kitchen, his fingers on your nape, the counter waking all sorts of purples and blues across your back? Maybe on his motorcycle, the engine dying as he dismounted, leather and gasoline twisting in the air? Or perhaps something else entirely?
A silken thread spun from longing unwinds, stretching and stretching through the fog of time; it frays, it thins, it threatens to snap, leaving behind a faint echo.
When was the last time Logan kissed you?
Rain lashes against the windowpanes, moonlight spilling across the floor in flimsy slants. A hollow reminder of his absence, the dent on your mattress glares back rudely. The weight of his bones, the warmth of his skin, his fading presence - reduced to nothing but a shallow impression on the foam.
You remember other moments, though. Lazy days, the kind where he'd rise first, propping himself on an elbow, hair spiking in twenty-odd directions. Sometimes he'd be content with just admiring you, simply ghosting knuckles across your cheek. And sometimes, those fingers would slip lower and lower while he'd mumble all sorts of filth into the valley between your breasts, chasing your sweet dreams away.
Then, there were times when you'd return from missions, bruised and hacked to pieces, but very much alive. And in no more than three strides, his arms would curl around your waist, all fierce and protective. Home had never felt so precious - so real - as it did in those moments.
So, when was the last time Logan kissed you? And did it even matter anymore, when he's so determined to erase you from his life?
As luck would have it, sleep plays the spiteful mistress tonight, taunting glimpses of oblivion only to snatch them away. Across the hallway, Logan's room offers no comfort either, creaking bedsprings, muffled thuds, a growl - more animal than human - rips through the noise.
He's at it again.
Another restless night, grief rolling off him in thick, asphyxiating waves. It bleeds through the walls, and you know, instinctively, he's reliving everything. You need to help him.
What if you only make it worse? What if your touch only deepens the wounds?
Fuck it.
Six steps separate him from you. Six steps you consider crossing every day. Six steps that might as well be infinite. But now, six steps are simply six steps. Trembling, you gently push his door inward.
Clothes litter the floor, cigar boxes lay scattered amongst the clutter on the nightstand, and a trail of empty Jim Beams leads to the rumpled figure on the bed. If your presence startles him, he betrays nothing - his stillness a deliberate barrier, his back a silent rejection of your intrusion.
"Logan?"
No answer comes, just the ragged, uneven rhythm of his breathing. Carefully, you navigate around discarded boots, jeans - and who knows what else - until your knees bump the edge of his mattress.
Tension crackles in the air, and thrumming beneath is a raging current of heartache, a frequency you know all too well. Nights like this have been a constant ever since you've known him.
The first time had knocked you sideways. He'd been much younger then, more vulnerable. More trusting too, in your abilities, in the connection you'd found in each other. Through long, dark hours, through tremors and tears, you'd absorbed the worst of it, steady hands bearing the brunt of his suffering.
"You're shaking..." Hesitantly, as if approaching a frightened deer, your fingertips brush his shoulder. Then, with a slow, reluctant creak of his neck, he turns. Dark circles obscure red-rimmed eyes, haunted and hollow as they find you. He looks broken. More broken than you've ever seen before. "Oh, Logan," you breathe.
He stares, unblinking and effectively mute as if you've materialised from the very air he'd been choking on for weeks. Confusion flickers across his features, quickly shrouded by something grim, something guarded.
"You shouldn't be here," he finally croaks, dismissive in ways that are suspiciously akin to fear. With me. That's what he's really saying.
"I know you're hurting," you whisper, fighting tears that streak down your cheeks anyway. "Let me help you. Let me take your pain away."
A scoff, sharp and unfamiliar, cuts your words. And for a moment, the man before you becomes unrecognisable - a stranger wearing his skin. "Go away, sweet–" Logan snarls, the near-spoken endearment on the verge of escape before his jaws snap shut. He looks away, almost ashamed, scowling at some unseen point across the room. "Just... go."
"I can't."
"Don't make this worse."
"Worse for who, Logan?" you challenge, bitter like he's never heard. But you've had enough. Enough with the walls, the shields, the self-inflicted exile. "Because this– it's killing you. And it's killing me too." Gently, your hand grazes his own, and when he doesn't flinch, you try once again. "Please."
Hope, a fragile little thing, flutters behind the hazel you've long adored. Logan doesn't resist as you settle beside him, instead falling into a much-needed embrace. Warmth seeps into his chilled body, stress ebbing, hard edges softening. He buries his face into your neck, inhaling deeply for the peace he so desperately craves.
From the dark vines of his nightmares, shadowy figures extend scorching hands, poking the edges of his consciousness. And like always, your powers banish them completely, drawing visions of happier times in their absence. Memories, perfectly curated, lovingly held.
His arms tighten around you, pulling you flush against his chest. Like melted wax, Logan molds himself to your touch. For a long time, you simply exist together, soaking in this closeness, this feeling of home. Two puzzle pieces have never fit so well.
"I don't need your help," he mutters into your shoulder, soft and unsure, as if he doesn't believe his own words.
A small, watery chuckle lures his gaze to yours, you offer a kind smile, damp lashes pillowing the affection in your eyes. "I know," you whisper, running a gentle hand through his dark tresses, lingering a little longer by those grey streaks you adore. "But you're letting me anyway." The corners of his mouth twitch in response.
He doesn't speak again, and neither do you. Words feel superfluous, inadequate as the night carries on. Eventually, sleep begins to claim you both, inviting dreams of a tomorrow painted in the colours of a rekindled love.
Dawn arrives, like clockwork, creeping its invasive presence through the curtains. Disoriented, your fingers brush the space beside you, encountering only the cold, vacant sheets.
It's not a surprise, not really.
Old habits, especially Logan's, die hard.
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Tires scream against asphalt, and Logan's pissed. The engine growls angrily, replicating the simmering tension rattling his very skeleton. His grip remains unyielding on the wheel, knuckles bone-white, veins protruding.
"That was reckless, and you know it." His tone is clipped, barely controlling the razor-sharp irritation he's unbothered to hide. Darkening roads ahead borrow his attention, as if the blurred lines are the only thing maintaining his composure.
The mission had been a success, technically. But the phantom impact of the debris nearly crushing you still has his adrenaline jacked.
"I'd do it all over again, and you know it," you snap back, daring in the face of his obvious fury.
"For fuck's sake!" Logan bangs his fist against the steering wheel, the horn blaring for a brief second. "Don't you have any concern for your life?" He doesn't understand your blatant disregard for safety. It's that goddamn martyr complex of yours, always prioritising everyone else. Even if you did manage to save innocent civilians from the collapsing building.
"Don't act like you care!" The venom in your words stings more than he'd ever admit. How can you say that? To him, of all people. "Pull over."
"What?" He shoots you a glance in disbelief, a little afraid even. The request is so absurd, so completely out of left field, he wonders, momentarily, if his mind's playing tricks.
"Pull. Over." You enunciate with a chilling calmness, and somehow that terrifies him more than any outburst. Denial flares in his throat, a knee-jerk reaction waiting for a trigger, but his breath catches, strangled by the sudden movement of your hand curling around the door handle.
The threat is extremely evident. And he just knows you'd do it. Logan slams on the breaks, the car swerves violently before coming to a harsh stop. "What the hell's your problem?"
"My problem is you, Logan. You and your self-sacrificing bullshit! I'm done," you croak. It's not about the mission, he realises with a nauseating lurch in his stomach. It's about everything.
You’re done?
He stares, dumbfounded, frozen to the core until you're unbuckling your seatbelt. "What're you doing?" Desperate, but he doesn't care.
"Walking."
"No the fuck you're not. Safe house's another four miles."
"Good." Cold air rushes in once you exit the car and slowly increase the distance from where Logan sits, alone and upset.
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He drove the four miles to the safe house at a snail's pace, fighting the instinct to veer off course and find you. Beg you for forgiveness.
The house was dark and empty when he arrived. With the flickering hope that perhaps you'd reached before him, Logan checked every room. Twice.
Three hours. Three agonising hours since you'd disappeared along an off-beaten path aside the main road. Three hours of replaying the argument, the accusation in your eyes, the finality in your words.
"Goddammit. God-fucking-dammit."
Possibilities, each more gut-wrenching than the last, churn in his mind. You could be hurt. Lost. Captured. Or worse - a thought so unthinkable he tries to shy away.
What if this was it? What if his relentless pushing had finally worn you down, despite the twisted, fucked up part of him that wanted you to fight?
Logan sinks onto the couch, its springs groaning under the weight of his misery. He examines his hands, rough and calloused, capable of inflicting severe damage, yet completely useless in holding onto the one thing he truly cares about.
Suddenly, the steady hiss of running water startles him. Then, it registers. Running water. Like a moth to a flame, he reaches the bathroom in record time, hesitating for a beat before sliding the door open. As the steam clears, Logan stiffens at the scene.
Perched on the edge of the tub, one leg submerged in the water, the other stretched out before you, you stay facing away from him. Wet strands of your hair cling to your neck and shoulders, the damp t-shirt you'd been wearing beneath your suit revealing a faint outline of your bra straps.
A small pouch, one you always carry with emergency supplies, sits open on the floor, its contents spilling out: bandages, antibacterial wipes, sutures - and blood. A thin, crimson line trails down your calf, turning the water a faint, unsettling shade of pink.
"You're bleeding," he says lamely, attempting to quell the guilt - and bile - rising up his throat.
Weary eyes meet his own, but there's something else there. Defiance? Resignation? He can't quite decipher it. "Popped a few stitches," you reply, detached, matter-of-fact. "I'm not the best medic." That's very much known to him, yet your wry shot at humour falls undeniably flat.
Logan kneels beside the tub, fixed on the uneven, inflamed wound you're tending to. It screams of pain and neglect. His neglect. "Let me," he whispers softly. "Please."
And to your credit, you don't oppose his efforts. No winces, no protests, no sounds; he doesn't know what to make of that, instead, working in a meticulous fashion, throwing every stitch with deliberate care.
The minutes tick by, slow and heavy. And after what feels like an eternity, the last stitch is in place, a small knot securing everything together. Sitting back on his heels, Logan doesn't withdraw his touch from your thigh, inspecting his handiwork with a saddened gaze.
"I miss our old life."
Your voice, quiet and laced with an unapologetic yearning, torches the silence, and with it, the remnants of his weakening defenses.
"I'm sorry," he says, tearfully. "For pushing you away. For being an asshole. For letting you... die. I'm sorry for everything."
There's a long pause. Logan contemplates granting you space, giving you the distance he'd so readily forced all along. But then, your hand finds the curve of his cheek, halting his retreat.
"It's not your fault. None of it. I know you did everything you could," you murmur, thumbing away a stray tear. Relief warms his heart, a feeling he recognises as wholly genuine. And it comes solely from you, untouched by your powers. "I don't need to say this, but I will, for you." With a deep breath, you dispel the demons and monsters plaguing his soul in four simple words: "I forgive you, baby."
The iron band around his chest loosens its grip, and Logan takes his first breath all over again. Still mindful of your injury, he gathers you into his arms with a force that nearly throws you off balance.
"I'm right here," you continue, muffled against his shoulder. "I’m alive because of you. So, I'm asking you to come back. Come back to me, Logan."
Tentatively, he tilts his head down, capturing your lips with a reverence so implicitly him. Not even the sweetest nectar could compare to the taste of your love. For it is, quite simply, everything.
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whitecompri · 1 day ago
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Going to Market With Your Hedgie
(Sonic, Shadow, Silver, Scourge)
Pairing: Sonic x Reader; Shadow x Reader; Silver x Reader; Scourge x Reader
Genre: Fluff, comedy
Rating: T (Teen)
Warnings: Mild Suggestive Themes
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Sonic
He had been bothering you for about three days to take him along to the market. When you asked why he was suddenly so interested, Sonic simply said he wanted to keep you company and, if possible, buy a soda for himself. In the end, you couldn’t resist the lost puppy look he was giving you and ended up taking him to the market.
At the moment, you had your back turned to your shopping cart, evaluating the price of some essential household items. That’s when you felt the familiar breeze that hit you whenever the speedy hedgehog ran. You only managed to hear his quick steps and the sound of him breaking the speed of sound inside the market. You decided to ignore it at first—he was probably just grabbing the soda he had asked for.
However, you narrowed your eyes when you felt the breeze and heard the noise at least three more times. Turning around suddenly, still holding the items you were choosing, you saw him—completely at ease, leaning against the shopping cart, a sly little smirk on his face.
When your eyes focused on the cart, you could only sigh. He had filled it with packs of sausages, hot dog buns, and a ridiculous amount of ingredients to make chili. On top of everything sat the can of soda he had promised to grab.
"Sonic... are you trying to make me go broke?" You stepped closer to the cart, looking at the prices. "Look at this—no. You’re putting half of this back."
"Aw, come on, [Y/N], don’t you want to make your favorite hedgehog happy? I promise I’ll share the chili dogs with you."
You could only sigh and scratch the back of your neck. In the end, at least he had already decided what dinner would be that night... and for the next few days too.
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Shadow
Shadow preferred not to express when he needed to go to the market for his monthly groceries. Usually, he only accompanied you when you went, but if he ever ran out of supplies in the middle of the month, he refused to say anything or admit that he needed to go shopping.
Noticing this, you started paying attention to when his coffee beans, chocolate, or skincare products were running low. That way, whenever you saw something was about to run out, you’d call him to go with you to the market—even if it was just to restock what was missing at home.
Today was no different. You walked through the aisles with your shopping basket in hand, looking for the coffee section. Shadow kept pace beside you.
Then, at one moment, you noticed he suddenly stopped. He stood there for a few seconds, impassive, then shook his head slightly before quickly returning to your side.
"Did you see something you want?"
"No."
"You can tell me, Shads, I’ll get it for you."
"Nonsense. We came here just for the coffee beans."
"Yeah, but I don’t mind getting something extra for you. Come on, tell me—what did you see?"
He hesitated for a moment, crossing his arms, then tilted his head toward the store’s freezer. Following his gaze, you spotted the frozen food section and saw some Hot Pockets on sale. A small smile appeared on your lips.
"Shadow, whenever you want something, you can just say it, okay?" Giving him a reassuring smile, you walked over to the freezer, grabbed several of the frozen snacks, and placed them in your basket.
"Now, let’s go get your coffee." You resumed walking through the aisle toward the section where you could find what you needed.
"Thank you, [Y/N]." Shadow murmured, making you smile like an idiot and blush slightly at the rare display of gratitude from the hedgehog.
"Anytime."
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Silver
Silver excitedly scanned the market shelves alongside you, helping you find the best prices. It was common for the white hedgehog to accompany you on your monthly shopping trips—he was always helpful and loved coming along to carry the bags or grab something from a high shelf using his powers.
For Silver, nothing was better than spending quality time with you, which was why he always went and returned with a huge smile on his face. Today, he was being especially attentive to everything you needed—reminding you of items running low at home that weren’t on the shopping list and picking the most budget-friendly brands.
Feeling grateful, you decided to do something special for him.
"Silver, I’m done getting what I needed. I just need to check this one last product—why don’t you pick something for yourself?"
You felt warm inside when you saw the sparkle in his eyes.
"Really? Anything?" He looked at you hopefully.
"Yes, feel free to choose whatever you want."
His smile grew even wider. Thanking you, he immediately used his powers to levitate and disappeared into the market.
You finished selecting your item, placing it in the cart, and started looking for Silver. But before you even reached the end of the aisle, you saw him floating back, carrying several products with his psychokinesis.
He gently placed them into the cart before landing back on the ground with a bright smile. You blinked in surprise, glancing at the items he had picked.
You had expected him to grab sweets, snacks, or the usual junk food people typically go for.
But now, looking at his choices, you couldn’t hold back the soft giggle that escaped you. Your cart was now filled with neatly packed vegetables, fresh fruits, and leafy greens.
"Is something wrong? Did I pick too much?" He watched you, slightly worried about your reaction.
"No, not at all. I just thought it was adorable."
"Huh?"
"Yeah, you chose healthy food. I wasn’t expecting that—I thought you’d grab something completely different."
Silver chuckled quietly at your comment.
"Well, these are all essentials, right?"
"Definitely. Honestly, I never really bought much of this stuff myself." You admitted your lack of a healthy diet.
"Then how about we eat them together? What do you say, [Y/N]?"
His words made you feel warm all over again.
"I’d love that. Thank you, Silver."
He let out a soft laugh, walking by your side as you headed to the checkout to pay for the groceries.
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Scourge
Honestly, you didn’t want to take Scourge to the market. It was always a battle to keep him from filling the cart with the junk food he loved. But when Scourge wanted something, he was absolutely insufferable.
He acted deeply offended that you didn’t want to bring him along. Said he wouldn’t let you run your hands through his quills anymore. Even threatened to smoke inside the house if you didn’t take him.
In the end, with a deep sigh and a hand to your temple, you gave in, telling him to get in the car. He slid into the passenger seat with that smug grin of his, sunglasses perched on his face.
At the market, you left him in charge of the shopping cart while you went to grab some cleaning supplies for the house. When you returned to where you had left him, he was nowhere to be seen.
You sighed, placing the cleaning products in the cart, but as you did, you started noticing items that definitely weren’t there before. Energy drink cans. Instant noodles. And… a toy car? You had no idea what he planned to do with that.
As you dug through the cart, you found even more questionable purchases. Your brow furrowed when you spotted an expensive bottle of whiskey hidden at the bottom. And then—your face heated up as you found a few condom boxes stuffed underneath everything else.
Shaking your head, you turned to the side and spotted him standing there, a massive bag of potato chips in hand.
“Ey, Babe. You got everythin’ ya need? C’mon, let’s skedaddle.”
You grabbed the bottle of whiskey and held it up, giving him a pointed look.
“Huh? What’s the big deal? Just a lil’ somethin’ nice for yours truly.” He flashed you a grin.
“I thought we agreed to only get the essentials for the house.” You kept your voice firm.
“Eh, deals ain’t set in stone, sweetheart.” Scourge was impossible sometimes.
You opened your mouth to argue, but the words died in your throat the moment you felt his hand gently take yours—surprisingly soft and warm.
“Aw, don’t gimme that look, [Y/N]. I got some cash on me.” His voice had an almost sincere tone, and for a second, you nearly apologized for being upset.
But then—
“…And later, ya can show me just how grateful ya are.” His tone turned unmistakably suggestive.
“Scourge!”
He only chuckled, clearly entertained. You had no idea what to do with him anymore.
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altarecs · 2 days ago
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note: welcome back to altarecs! we're reviewing in depth tonight, fellas. strap in.
today's fic is actually by a dearest friend of mine. shall we?
spoilers under the cut!
notes before reading: POSEIDON THIS PU-*gunshot* also, i wrote a fic for this collaboration too! but anyway i digress. onward!
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real as hell already, jessifer.
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me either, chan!! sometimes i think about them
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oh i'm already so sad...
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ageism prevalent in the world of greek gods is CRAZY work but i see the vision.
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i have no idea why this made me as sad as it did. it really shows how losing all you know, everything you have can change you as a person and warp your sense of self. it's kind of like losing yourself in the past while still trying to prevail in the present.
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no clue what you're talking about, i'm never wrong.
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mentions chan without mentioning chan is my favorite thing ever.
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MY FAVORITE PLOT DEVICE EVERYBODY, KWON SOONYOUNG!!
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this entire paragraph reminds me of the call of the void, actually. i feel the same.
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OH I LOVE LEE CHAN I LOVE LEE CHAN LEE CHAN DO YOU NEED HEAD!
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i do girl, give that application here.
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me convincing myself that everyone isn't out to get me
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girl fym 'thankfully'??! that's pookie! he's our endgame, idiot!
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CLOCK HER, TIGER MAN!
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oh lawd the goin' is gettin' GOOD.
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goodness me...maturity does the soul good, doesn't it.
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soonyoung, oh soonyoung...i love you so dearly.
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GUYS IT'S SHERLOCK
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I AM GIGGLING AND KICKING MY FEETTTT AUAUAUAUA
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still cutie patootie chan, after all. i love him so dearly, it's like that video of him at a photoshoot when he got shy after lifting up his shirt. i love himmmmm so BADDD FREE ME
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that wasn't the question, chan. you're not slick.
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circle time with mr. lee telling us stories is my new favorite thing.
something about it makes me think of that connect the dots meme
this one
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anyway, i digress
OH YOU BITCH THEY KISSED
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I LOVE A MAN THAT LIVES FOR VERBAL CONSENT I LOVE A MAN THAT ASKS FOR CONSENT I LOVE CONSENT
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alright bro.
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BLUSHES LIKE A SLUT? HELLOOOOO LEE CHAN?
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man i wanna come work at the aquarium too tf
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yanno, i could feel the angst coming and yet i ignored it
butter me up and call me a biscuit bc i'm stupid as fuck for that
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when did you meet my ex, jessifer???
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YN IS ME YN IS MEEEE
WE'VE REACHED THE IMAGE LIMIT SO WE PROCEED IN INDENTS.
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And that’s when it clicks. That’s when he realizes. You’re not just a reincarnated sea nymph. No, it’s much deeper than that. He knows your soul more intimately than he knows his own. He can’t believe that he didn’t see it right away. Can’t believe he’s had you in his bed for months now without realizing.
girl this is amphitrite, get with the program.
“Poseidon. The one true love of my life, yes,” he says. 
is this where we kiss again!! long lost lovers found each other across the time and space continuum!!!
She should have been given a say in her own life rather than treated like property by her father and the man who claimed to love her. 
ah yes. because we are somebody, not just some body. thank you for touching base on that.
Now, it just felt like she had been forced into a life she never wanted.
this makes me so incredibly sad for the both of them, and i've read and reread poseidon and amphitrite so many times.
There’s the sparks that always fly between you two.
sparks flyyyy it's like electricityyy
also funny because he's the god of the sea and sparks =/= water
Then, almost as if on cue, that whispering voice returns. It reminds you of how you felt when you first met Chan. Of the distaste you had without being able to place it.
we can never have nice things, can we? sigh...
a part of me feels really...i understand her. but thinking about the hurt that both of them have been through, and to think that she could potentially rip herself away from him after all of these conversations and all of these truths...where does that leave her? where does that leave him?
He’s incredibly sorry, but he’s going to be leaving for a while. He knows that it’s not fair to you, but it’s something that he’s got to do.
for some reason...i can hear 'the power of love' by celine dion playing in my head right now.
also, i've begun to tear up! yay!
It’s selfish, he admits, so incredibly selfish, but he can’t move forward with you, even if that’s what you want, without knowing more. He can’t watch as you age and he doesn’t. Can’t grow to love you more and more only to know you have an expiration date. It’s cold, he knows, to say it that way. It’s also the way he’s going to approach it. The whole letter is filled with apologies and acknowledgements followed by buts. 
seeing the route you took and comparing it to the route i made seungkwan and y/n take in my fic is so insane. we are so different and i love it, i love how your mind works.
'wherever you will go' by the calling is playing as i type this.
It seems like both of you have a lot to figure out before you see each other next.
i hate you for doing this to me.
ENDING NOTES:
This fic has made me incredibly sad, and I could physically feel my chest tighten and loosen up with every word. I wanted to understand mc, and while I do...I think I appreciate both of them taking the decision to search deeper for answers. Do I think maybe Chan could've done this face-to-face? Yes, of course. But then I'd also be hoping for a yearning, a begging scene of rekindlement, of "we can do this together, please don't leave me."
Well done, Jessifer. I love it.
as wild and untamable as the sea | l.c
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pairing: greek god!chan x reincarnated sea nymph!f!reader genre: angst, romance, smut | reincarnation, fantasy, greek gods!au rating: explicit, minors DNI word count: ~15.8k warnings: mentions of past unhealthy relationships, (possibly inaccurate) greek mythology, lots of POV switches (but i don't think it's confusing) mentions of eating, explicit smut, multiple sex positions, unprotected sex (just don't), slight edging, overstimulation, fingering, oral sex (f. receiving), chan is strong and very in control, i think that's all but let me know if it's not
summary: Chan remembers everything. Every little thing that's happened to him since his days as one of the twelve Olympians. Poseidon to be exact. Even though he tries not to think about it now that he's living in modern times running a sad little aquarium, some memories are more vivid than others. Then, you stumble into his life and he can't explain the draw. You can't seem to figure out how this man is keeping an aquarium like this running when it seems like it's not that busy. Something about him really seems to put you off, despite the fact that he seems drawn to you. None of it makes any sense...until it does.
a/n: this is for the 13 Gods of Olympus collab that @beomcoups & @wooahaeproductions have been tirelessly working on. thank you so much for hosting this! i know this isn't the end for this couple, but i really needed to get this out into the world. if you want to know what happens next with them, let me know.
a/n 2: this is semi-unedited and i'm just throwing it out into the world but i'll come back. if you see anything glaring, no you didn't!
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Another day, another dollar. 
Wasn’t that what the humans said about another day spent working at some mindless job? Despite all the years he’s spent blending into their world, Chan still doesn’t really understand the humans. Doesn’t really understand why they put up with so many things they seemingly hate. Doesn’t really understand why they waste their short lives on something that makes them miserable. But, in fairness to the humans, Chan has also never had to worry about the trivial things that come along with working like money, possessions, or a home. When you’re one of the original gods of Olympus and life is seemingly infinite, money isn’t really an issue. 
That’s who Chan was in another lifetime: Poseidon. The God of the Sea, among other things. At least, until Olympus fell. A painful thought that he usually tries to push from his mind.
In the early days after Olympus fell, Chan still went through life acknowledging who he was. He leveraged his powers for favors or for payment. He used his control of the water and everything in it to get him what he needed. But, the years went by and the Olympians became the stuff of myth. Of stories. The kind of characters that you read about in books. Only the most eccentric members of society continue to worship the Olympians as if they’re real. Which they are, Chan reminds himself. Or, they were. As the faith faded, so did the Olympians’ belief in restoring themselves to full power. One by one, they gave up the task of finding a way back until it was only Chan and Zeus left. Two of the brightest minds of Olympus. Even they had to admit their own defeat. 
Which leads to the present day. Chan has taken on a new persona, for the…well, he’s lost track of what number this one is. He’s just thankful for his ability to shapeshift into someone new whenever he needs to. Takes a new name every time, too. At first, he tried to keep in touch with his siblings and the other Olympians. That, too, fades over time. It’s been at least a century since he’s spoken to any of them. Though, occasionally, he’ll catch wind of something through the chattering of local sea creatures. Something that says at least some of them are still out there.
Chan sighs. There’s really no reason for him to be wandering down memory lane in this way. He thinks, not for the first time, that maybe he needs to pick a different cover job. One that will keep his mind a little more occupied. The reality is, though, he’s tried nearly everything he could think of over the centuries. Changing professions is a frequent occurrence when he doesn’t want to let his body show too many signs of age. Not that he minds, it’s just that people start to ask too many questions about how he’s handling things someone “his age” shouldn’t be able to handle. In the end, working with sea life has always been the best. And this set up, where he’s running a smaller aquarium off of some long forgotten boardwalk in an area that doesn’t get much traffic, is also great. It isn’t even that Chan doesn’t like being around people. He finds humans entertaining in most senses. It’s just that nothing in this life is permanent for him. He’s not going to fall in love and grow old with someone. Best to just keep things at arm’s length. 
Most days are more or less the same and Chan works the majority of them. On the rare days off, he’s not far away since his little house is within walking distance of both the aquarium, the boardwalk it’s on, and the water. He trusts the limited staff that he has because he pays them well. Better than any other similar business, but he values loyalty. And they don’t seem to question how he’s able to make things work. That is largely due to the anonymous donors that make monthly contributions to the aquarium. Really, it’s just Chan funneling money that he’s earned over his many years on Earth so that he can keep a business afloat. Nobody seems to have anything to say. Beyond the staff not asking questions, they are all very good at their jobs. It makes life easier for Chan that way because he doesn’t have to micromanage them. Everyone knows what they’re supposed to do and will only ask questions if they hit an actual block. No, the aquarium runs very smoothly. It just doesn’t get a lot of business.
Since every day kind of blends together, Chan almost never realizes as days or weeks or even months pass by. He’s in a sort of autopilot where he also knows what he has to do and just does it without question. It’s just rinse and repeat day in and day out. 
Until it’s not. Until the first day that he notices you in his small, out of the way little aquarium. Until the day that everything starts to change.
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You’re not really sure what pulls you in for the first time. You’ve probably passed this sad little aquarium dozens of times without giving it a second thought. Then, one day, you decide that you might as well go in. The cost of admission is incredibly reasonable, but you think that’s probably why you haven’t gone sooner. It might seem counterintuitive. You just wonder how well the animals can be taken care of with such a low cost of admission.  You’re not sure if you can handle seeing animals mistreated. Still, there’s no going back now. Even with the outside seemingly a little poorly cared for, you still find your feet pulling you forward. 
You’ve never been more wrong about anything in your life. 
The dingy outside gives way to a vibrant inside that’s teeming with love and light. The art on the walls is carefully curated to match the different areas of the aquarium. There are workers with genuine smiles going about their days. Even the animals seem to be happy. It’s also deceptively large on the inside. It makes you wonder why it looks so run down from the outside. Surely, someone that cares this much about the animals could care a little more for the outside as well. Maybe that’s the point. Why waste money on an outside nobody really cares about when it can go to the best care possible?
Almost immediately, you feel a sense of peace wash over you. Just this morning, you were ready to explode from all the stress in your life. Now, stress feels like the furthest thing from your mind. In fact, you can’t even remember what you were stressed about. Strange. This is the first time you remember a single place erasing any sort of worry. Just as you’re about to consider that the place holds some kind of magic, you realize that not everyone seems to be as at ease. A mother scolds her child and an elderly couple bicker. It breaks a little bit of the illusion, though you still feel calm. 
Subconsciously, your feet carry you to the area with the sea otters. They have always been some of your favorites, even if they’re not the typical sea resident that people think about. As you watch on, two chase each other around the enclosure. They seem like they must be young with the way they can’t seem to stop playing. It’s incredibly endearing to watch. Another, slightly larger, otter emerges from around a bend and the original two quickly dip under the water to shoot off. It almost seems like a mother scolding her children, but maybe you’re creating too many stories within your own mind. Your imagination, especially around sea life, can be a bit active.
A few minutes later, a worker comes out and starts feeding all the otters. They’re quick to come and get the food, showing just how many there are. You weren’t expecting to see such a large population in this off-the-beaten-path aquarium. The man feeding them looks young, but that’s true of nearly everyone that you’ve seen here. They all look young and entirely too pretty. This man is no different. He’s sporting a very blond, shaggy semi-mullet that doesn’t look like it could possibly be his natural hair color. Yet, it looks remarkably believable on him. When you frown at the amount of food he’s giving to the otters, he walks over to the side of the enclosure and leans on the railing close to you. He tosses a bucket of crab legs out into the water and the otters go crazy for that. It seems an odd choice for animals living in captivity, but what do you know? 
“Did you know,” the man begins, “that sea otters eat 25% of their weight in food every day?” 
Well. That certainly explains it. “I didn’t.” 
“I like to give them the crab legs too because it’s a fun little activity for them,” he carries on with a smile. “It’s also something they’d eat in the wild.” 
“That seems…expensive,” you say carefully. 
The man only smiles bigger. “Oh it is! But our boss has really great donors for the aquarium and we can afford to feed them well.” 
“Well, then the otters are definitely lucky,” you note and turn back to the otters.
“We all are. Chan takes care of us just as well as all the animals that live here,” he says. 
“Chan?” you ask. 
“Oh, our boss,” the man carries on happily. “I’m Soonyoung, by the way.” 
You take his extended hand and give your own name in response. Soonyoung happily carries on with telling you all about the otters they have, including the name of each one. Then he offers to take you on a tour of the aquarium because of your interest. It’s too nice of an offer to turn down. It also further proves that you should not judge a book by its cover. Every inch of the aquarium is so masterfully cared for and every living being seems happy. That is, if a fish can also seem happy. The tanks aren’t overcrowded or dirty. And, you can’t explain it, but you can just tell they’re happy. Each person that they encounter seems to genuinely love their job. You’re not even sure why you’re paying such close attention. Or why you care so much. 
Truthfully, there’s always been something of a call to the ocean. A peace that comes over you when you’re near the water. It was enough to get you to move cities, figuring that would satisfy that need. The pull only got stronger. Plenty of people feel at peace surrounded by water, you reason, and don’t think further on it. You don’t consider that worrying about the conditions in an aquarium may not be normal. Don’t consider that most people don’t start getting moody when they’ve been separated from the ocean too long. Don’t consider that it really is only the ocean. Although sometimes a freshwater lake, when it’s big enough with plenty of fish in it, will fill up your cup, it never lasts as long. It also never works to alleviate your mood when you do something as simple as going into the pool. 
The trip around the aquarium with Soonyoung seems like exactly what you need. Until suddenly, it doesn’t. As he’s taking you through an exhibit area, a young man appears from behind a closed door marked as Staff Only. He’s got a dress shirt on with the sleeves rolled up to the elbows. His short dark hair highlights striking features. And, you think, he would be beautiful if it weren’t for the frown on his face. He looks entirely too serious for someone so young. He’s also much more dressed up than anyone else at the aquarium.
“Oh, there he is!” Soonyoung exclaims, causing the man to turn towards the two of you. His face softens a bit at seeing Soonyoung before studying you somewhat quizzically. 
“Soon,” he says with the air of someone exasperated at Soonyoung’s antics. 
“This is Chan, our boss,” Soonyoung carries on and your eyebrows fly into your hairline as he introduces you to his boss. 
Truthfully, Chan looks younger than Soonyoung in some ways. But, there’s a wisdom in his face that your new friend lacks. Like he’s lived a hundred lifetimes already. It catches you off guard. But, Chan extends his hand to shake yours and that’s when you feel it. A sudden surge of annoyance that lasts only as long as your hands are connected. If he feels anything, he doesn’t show it. His smile is friendly and it only confuses you further. 
A moment later, Chan excuses himself from the pair of you and Soonyoung leads you away to continue the tour. You can’t really shake the odd feeling you got from the handshake, though. When Soonyoung concludes his tour, you ask about opportunities to volunteer. There’s something about this place that feels like home and you’re not really sure what it is. Soonyoung’s face brightens. 
“Chan doesn’t believe in volunteers. Even if you only come in once a month, he pays you for your time and obviously waives the entrance fee so you can come visit even when you’re not working,” he says with a bright smile.
“Oh, I don’t need a job…” you start before he waves you off. 
“Leave me your contact information and I’ll pass it on. He coordinates everything himself and he can go over it all with you. I’m sure he’d be happy to have another animal lover around here,” Soonyoung says with a smile that you can’t ignore. You just met this man, why are you already incapable of saying no to him? 
“Do you have some paper?” you ask.
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Chan spends the rest of the day thinking about you after a simple handshake. Then, when Soonyoung tells him that you’re interested in helping out, his pulse races in a way that’s entirely foreign to him. He can’t remember the last time a human turned his world upside down with something so seemingly trivial. In fact, he was so focused on keeping his face neutral, he didn’t notice the look on your face in response to him. He’s too concerned with seeing you again to consider anything else. Too consumed by the need to unravel whatever mystery there is to you that he can’t seem to place. Honestly, Chan can’t remember the last time he felt anything even approaching this. Nothing makes him really feel in this way. Not anymore, at least. He finds himself counting down until your first shift.
Until it actually gets here, that is. 
You report to Chan’s office, just as he asks. He holds his breath as you cast your eyes around his office area. Wonders what you’re thinking when your gaze lingers on certain things within the office. For a second, Chan considers whether it seems human enough. It’s been nearly a year since anyone new joined the staff and he wonders if he’s gotten sloppy. Nothing in your face seems to give any sort of feeling away. It surprises Chan a bit that he can’t seem to read anything about you. When your eyes rest on him, he sees a flicker of something he can’t place. Something that looks an awful lot like annoyance. 
He confirms it when his hand accidentally grazes yours to hand over your new ID. It says volunteer since you insist on only being there when you have the time, but it’s a full ID anyway. That’s just how Chan does things. When his hand meets yours briefly, he gets the sharpest flash of irritation he’s ever felt. It’s confusing because it is definitely not his own emotion that he’s feeling. And that’s not something that Chan can remember happening before either. Not like this at least. 
Chan has powers, he knows that. He can, sometimes, tune into the emotions of others. It’s easiest when he’s trying to tune into a sea animal or someone at home in water. Back before Olympus fell, he was able to tune into the emotions or even the minds of all the creatures in the sea, like the sirens, sea nymphs, merpeople, and everything else you could imagine. Even then, he usually has to actively try to tap into those emotions. It’s not something that just…happens. Not when all he’s done is let his hand graze someone else’s. Not when he’s not actively trying to feel something. It shouldn’t be something that happens with a mere human, either. 
You, for your part, don’t seem to realize there’s anything out of the ordinary. Your face looks the same. The same annoyance that you’re trying your hardest to mask under a poor attempt at indifference. Trying to shake it off, Chan calls for Soonyoung to come into the office. But, that doesn’t make it any better. It’s worse, really, because your face immediately changes into one of genuine happiness. Soonyoung seems just as happy to see you and happy at the prospect of showing you around. To be fair, Soonyoung always seems happy when there’s someone new around for him to chat with. Still, your face lighting up for him frustrates Chan in a way he can’t explain. 
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Your first few times volunteering at the aquarium go really smoothly. Well, once you’re handed off to Soonyoung, it’s smooth. There’s just something about your new boss that you can’t really put your finger on. Seeing him causes annoyance to flare within you. It’s something deep that you can’t really explain and can’t recall feeling before. There’s no reason for you to dislike this man. He’s really just a man, which shouldn’t be enough on its own. Whenever he’s around, he’s perfectly friendly. It’s obvious that he cares deeply for every living thing within the aquarium. This is something he’s incredibly passionate about, which should endear him to you. Yet, it doesn’t. You can’t recall ever disliking a fellow animal lover until now. 
Thankfully, you don’t really have to deal with Chan very often. Soonyoung handles your training when you’re working, but everyone that works there seems kind. And everyone seems young. The place is full of bright-eyed 20-somethings who all genuinely seem to want to be there. It contributes to that little nagging feeling in that back of your mind that something is just…off. Not with anyone that works there apart from Chan, though.
Soonyoung seems delighted to see how quickly the otters warm up to you. Apparently, they can be a bit picky with new people. But, the first time you meet them, they all flock to you instead of their normal handler. Anyone else might be frustrated. Instead, he only thinks it’s cute that they seem to love you. Tells you that he thinks he means you're a good person. Apparently, he often judges people based on how the animals react. You both have that in common. It only seems to reinforce the point when this happens with each new enclosure you go to. None of the animals seem to treat you like a stranger. It’s more like they’re greeting an old friend. You can’t really explain that you feel the same way. Your brain periodically supplies a story for some of your new animal friends, too. It’s not the first time it’s happened and you figure it only makes sense in this setting. Your imagination is active and you love the sea creatures.
Each new visit to the aquarium seems somehow better than the last. Well, in most ways. You often feel Chan’s gaze on you before you even look over at him to check. And each time he is actually looking at you. There’s something that just sets your nerves on edge about it. Even the animals around you seem to react to the sudden surge of anger that courses through you. It’s a strong physical reaction without any clear reason that you can figure out. Yet, it’s the way you feel every time you sense his attention on you.
“You good?” Soonyoung asks, eyes cast down at your hands balled into fists. 
“Yeah, sorry,” you apologize, turning back to him. “What were you saying?” 
“What’s going on with you and Chan?” he asks skeptically. 
“Between Chan and me?” you ask with clear surprise.
“Yeah,” he says. “He spends half the time you’re here watching you and…” 
“He does, doesn’t he?” you ask, a little too loud. “What’s up with that?” 
“What’s up with your hatred for him?” he asks instead.
“I don’t know, I just get a bad feeling,” you say after a moment. “Do you like him?” 
“Do I like the boss that overpays me to hang out with animals all day?” he asks with a laugh. Then, he looks at your face and carries on. “Oh, you’re serious. Yeah, I love Chan. None of us really know him that well because he keeps his distance from the staff outside of work, mostly. But, he’s the best boss I can imagine having. I don’t ever get bad vibes off him.” 
“Huh,” is all you say before turning back to whatever Soonyoung is teaching you.
Your eyes catch on the mysterious aquarium owner once again and that anger flares. But, you realize that it’s something more complicated than anger. It’s far too complex an emotion to put a name too and definitely too complex for someone you barely know. 
It’s just odd you think, not for the first time, that someone seemingly so young is running an aquarium that doesn’t seem to be that busy. How is he affording to take care of the animals and pay his staff so well? How is someone that seems so unlikeable able to convince so many donors to give money when it could be better spent elsewhere?
The nagging voice in the back of your mind reminds you that you seem to be the only person that doesn’t love Chan. Everyone on the staff seems to love him. The few donors his staff have met also seem to only have good things to say. You have to consider the possibility that your feelings about him could be personal or that you’re seeing something that doesn’t impact anyone else. It’s still weird, though. Nothing about this business model should work. Is that a reason to hate someone you don’t actually know? You’re not sure.
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Chan speaks with a dolphin that he’s grown to trust. No, not Chan. Poseidon. He’s Poseidon again, in all his glory. And he’s asking the dolphin to find someone for him. He’s explaining where she might be and what to say to her when the dolphin finds her. Stressing how important it is that the dolphin is the one to find her because they’re not the only ones looking. There are others looking as well and Poseidon doesn’t want them to find her. It would be bad, he knows, if anyone but himself or someone working on his behalf were to discover the truth. He’s protecting her as much as he’s protecting himself. At least, that’s what his brain insists. Whether it’s true or not, well…
The scene blurs and shifts. Poseidon is once again by the sea and this time speaking to a giant squid instead of the dolphin. The squid tells him that the woman has been found. That the dolphin succeeded and is currently speaking to her. That brings Poseidon a small sense of relief. Surely, when she understands the situation, she’ll be not only willing to come home but happy to do so. Nothing can keep them separated any longer. They are truly meant to be. 
Again, the scene blurs and shifts. This time, Poseidon sits on his throne, trident in hand, while one of his brother’s messengers kneels before him. When she rises, she delivers the message that Zeus has requested for Poseidon and his bride-to-be to join himself and Hera for an upcoming event. That’s not good, Poseidon thinks, not good at all. Surely his brother isn’t fully aware of the situation and yet he sends his messengers with invitations like this. Just as Poseidon prepares himself to make an excuse, the door to the room opens. Usually, he doesn’t allow interruptions, as his guards well know. But, the sight of his love walking through with her head held high keeps him from scolding the guards. He cannot believe that she’s back and walking in as if nothing happened. As if it hasn’t been weeks since they last saw each other. He got word she was coming back, but had not dared to hope for this.
“I’m so sorry to interrupt, my love, but I heard your brother had sent an invitation,” she begins. The messenger won’t notice the hesitation or the emotions that pour off of her because she doesn’t have that gift. Poseidon feels it, though. It doesn’t put him at ease
“It’s fine. You are always welcome to hear anything shared here with me,” he says quickly. 
She turns to the messenger with her signature soft smile. “I would still apologize for interrupting your message. However, I heard that you were here with an invitation. I fear that my darling may have declined as I was recently suffering an illness.” 
“Yes, that is what I was about to do,” Poseidon agrees.
“There is no need for that as I have told you that I am feeling much better now,” she says with a brief, but calculated, smile at Poseidon. She returns to the messenger. “Please inform Zeus that we would be delighted to join him.” 
“I am thankful to hear you’re feeling better and to…see you with my own eyes,” the messenger says slightly suspiciously. 
“I am also thankful that I will get to see Hera. After all, we have so much to discuss with the upcoming wedding,” his bride-to-be says. 
With pleasant goodbyes, the messenger takes her leave and Poseidon excuses the guards remaining in the chamber. He indicates that his bride should follow him to a much smaller room off to the side so that they can speak. After all, there is so much to discuss after her running away and only to finally return. Yes, she had indicated to the messenger that she intended to go through with the wedding, but Poseidon needs answers. He needs to know why she left and to impress upon her that she could not do something like that again. 
Chan wakes up in the early hours of the morning in a cold sweat from the most vivid dream he’s had in centuries. The fact that a dream lingers at all is strange on its own. He doesn’t dream. Not anymore, at least. When he does, the subject is usually something inane and the remnants of it are gone by the time he’s fully awake. This dream is both vivid and lingering, seared into the back of his eyelids like it may never leave him. Perhaps it is because it’s not just a dream.
There’s a lot to Chan’s past that he wants to forget and for good reason. When he was one of the gods of Olympus, he made a lot of decisions that he wouldn’t make now. Or, he likes to think he wouldn’t make the same decisions now. It’s hard to remember the feeling of the weight of the world so many years later. But, he knows he did a lot of things in the interest of finding the greater good. Something that ruined some of his closest relationships and clearly still haunts him today. 
Which leads him to this dream. A dream of Amphitrite. The legends about the gods of Olympus over the years have gotten a lot of information both right and wrong. Unfortunately, the legend of Poseidon and Amphitrite seems mostly right, at least to Chan. She was the one true love of his life. The only being in the entire universe that he actually wanted to spend an eternity with. And he had not treated her the way he should have. Hadn’t appreciated her and respected her autonomy the way he should have. That’s something he thinks about now, as he continues to mature and evolve to understand all the mistakes he made once upon a time. He knows that the way he tried to hold onto her was wrong and that he worried entirely too much about what the other Olympians would think if he lost her. 
There’s also a part of him that lingers on the way she looked in the dream. He remembers that conversation because it actually happened. But, he’s not sure if he’s actually remembering the way she looked or the way he felt a tightness to his chest. That could just as easily be him looking back on the interaction through a different lens. There are so many things he wishes he could go back and change with her. So many things he wishes he could say. Mostly, even though he loved her more than he even loved himself, he wishes he could go back and give her the chance to walk away. To leave him without any sort of reprisal from the other Olympians. 
After all these years, he regrets how their relationship went. It wasn’t love when someone didn’t have options. He knows that he can’t change the past. He knows that he can’t even ask for forgiveness. It’s part of why he keeps himself from getting too close to anyone now, he thinks. As a sort of penance for forcing the only one he ever loved into a marriage that he can’t say that she wanted. Of course, she told him when she came back it was because she wanted to. Insisted that she was just nervous to be thrust into such a spotlight by his side. Says that she was worried because he had other relationships with other people and she saw how it affected other Olympians, like Hera with Zeus. That wasn’t who she ever wanted to turn into. Chan took her at what she said. It was only after he lost her that he realized it may not have been the truth. Their love may not have been the great story that he created in his head. 
He knows that he won’t be able to fall back to sleep, so he resigns himself to starting his day. After he gets ready, he sits down with a cup of coffee and his schedule for the aquarium. Today is the once per month visit from the local marine veterinarians. Although miraculously, it seems the animals never need much care, the vets still come in every month. They collect samples and run their tests to ensure that everything is going well as a general health study. They have staff that come over more frequently for some of the animals that need more consistent care. It’s also an excellent place to study since Chan allows them such complete access. 
That monthly visit isn’t what really catches his eye. Your name is on the schedule and Soonyoung has you listed as the person who will be working with the vets to make sure they have the help they need. It’s standard, really, and Chan knows Soonyoung will be around as well. That man can never ignore a chance to chat with anyone that comes through regularly. Chan also knows that Soonyoung trusts you. There’s just something about your name that sends his stomach lurching without an explanation. Sure, you haven’t exactly been the warmest in the interactions with Chan, but you’re good at the jobs assigned. It’s like there’s something just on the edge of his consciousness about you. Something just out of reach. A connection that he should be able to make and can’t. At least, not yet. 
Even though he’s going to be very early, he sets off for the aquarium and tries to shake the feeling that there’s something about you he should see. He’s never been very good when he can’t solve a problem. You may present his most complex puzzle yet. 
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It’s one of the best days since you first started volunteering at the aquarium. Somehow this is the first time you’ve gotten to see the vets there for a full day and it even makes you extend your own shift. Well, it’s partially influenced by Soonyoung’s offer to buy dinner if you’re still there when he gets finished. Mostly, though, you’re just fascinated watching the vets do their work. It’s interesting to see how willing the animals are to be still for tests and how it seems like they know what to expect. You know that animals are smart and they can learn. There’s something a little different about this, though. Not only do they seem to actually see the veterinarians, but they also actively wait their turns to be seen. 
At the end of the day, you’re a little tired and feeling very accomplished at the same time. Maybe all of Soonyoung’s energy is actually infectious because you find that you’re ready to go get dinner with your friend after work. His presence is somehow calming to you even in all of the chaos. Once you make sure everything is done, you change into the spare clothes you have with you. The last thing you want is to smell like fish and whatever else got on you over the course of the day. Then, you go to find your friend. 
“Hey, are you ready for dinner?” you ask without realizing that he’s standing with Chan.
“You guys have plans?” Chan asks with curiosity, looking from you back to Soonyoung.
Soonyoung looks incredibly apologetic. “I’m so sorry, but I completely forgot that it’s roomies night in and I can’t skip it because I missed the last one.” 
“Oh, that’s fine,” you say quickly and wave it off. 
“You should come! We always have a bunch of appetizers and stuff. I can’t remember what movie it is tonight, but it’ll be fun!” he says, as enthusiastic as ever. “I know I offered to buy dinner tonight…” 
“I appreciate it, Soonie, but I think I’m just going to get dinner and go home,” you say. “I’m going to hold you to your dinner offer, though.” 
“I was actually just about to go get something to eat myself,” Chan interrupts and you narrow your eyes. “I would be happy to get dinner for you as well as a thanks for everything you’ve been doing here.” 
“I don’t want to make…” you start, only to have Soonyoung cut across you.
“That’s so nice of you, Chan,” he says and turns to you. “You should go! He’s got the best taste in restaurants. I still think about the last time he took all the staff out.” 
“It’s really fine, I can just get something on my way home,” you say. 
“I insist,” Chan says with something unreadable on his face. “Please. Let me say thank you for jumping in so completely.” 
“Yeah, what reason could you have to say no?” Soonyoung asks with a smirk. That’s the other thing about your new friend. He can be such a shithead when he wants to be. Of course he’s using this to needle you about your dislike of the boss. It comes up at least once every time you’re at the aquarium (and plenty of times when you’re texting outside of work).
You sigh, knowing that there’s no easy way to get out of this. “Okay, let me just get my things and I’ll meet you at the entrance.” 
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The walk from the aquarium to Chan’s favorite restaurant is outwardly quiet. It’s not entirely uncomfortable to walk in silence with you. Or, it wouldn’t be if your emotions weren’t screaming into the silence. The general annoyance that seems to be present any time Chan is in the same space as  you comes through loudest. There’s more now that it’s just the two of you outside of work now, too. He feels a kind of anger and distrust coming off of you along with confusion about why you feel any of these emotions. It takes time to separate that as your own confusion because Chan’s also confused. The two of you barely interact at work and yet your distaste for him rolls off of you in violent waves, like an angry ocean. It’s the only time he’s felt something like this from someone at work. Everyone else seems to like him at the very least. Something about you is very different. 
Thankfully, it’s harder for Chan to sense you once you get into the restaurant. It’s a little busier since it’s a weekend, but you still get seated right away. If you’re impressed with how Chan greets the staff like old friends, you don’t show it. Just sit down in the chair and accept the menu with a smile before disappearing behind it. Suddenly, this doesn’t really seem like the best idea. What does it matter if you don’t like him? 
“You don’t like me,” Chan announces a second later. He never has been able to let a mystery go unsolved. He’s also always prided himself on being able to work out a puzzle. He tries not to ever be as arrogant as his brother, though. 
That makes you peer across the table at him. When he thinks you’re not going to answer, you blurt out: “No, I don’t,” and seem genuinely surprised.
Chan chuckles and looks back at the menu. “At least you admitted it.” 
“I really don’t know why I just said that,” you carry on, setting your menu down. 
“Is it not true?” Chan asks. 
“No,” you say and that makes Chan raise his eyebrows. “I mean, it is true. I don’t really like you. I’m just not sure why…”
“Why you said it? Or why you don’t like me?” he presses.
“Both,” you say with a shrug. 
“Can I ask you something?” he wonders.
“You can,” you say. “I’m not gonna promise to answer if I don’t want to.” 
“That’s fair,” Chan says with a smile. “Why do you volunteer at the aquarium if you don’t like me?” 
“I like to be around the animals,” you say immediately. “I feel at peace.”
“You misunderstood part of what I was asking,” he says. Your eyes are wide. “Why not let me pay you if you don’t like me? You could be making money instead of offering your time for free.” 
That actually makes you laugh. Not a fake polite laugh, one of the real laughs he hears when Soonyoung gets you going. It’s a beautiful sound and it instantly reminds Chan of something. Or someone. He’s not really sure beyond wanting to hear it again. 
“You’re kind of funny. I’ll give you that,” you concede. 
“I’m glad you think so,” he says, eyes still glued to you. 
“I don’t know why it doesn’t feel right to take money for working at the aquarium. It just doesn’t,” you shrug. “It’s the first time in my life that I’ve ever really felt like I was where I’m supposed to be and I probably sound crazy saying it. But, I get to the aquarium and my brain gets quiet and it’s like a weight lifts off my chest.”
“You don’t sound crazy,” is all Chan can say for a second. 
He’s looking at you differently now and he’s not even concerned if you realize it. It’s like something clicks for him. Like he finally pinpoints what it is about you. Of course he didn’t realize at first. It’s so unbelievably uncommon that he never thought to look. But, there’s no denying it. The way you are around the aquarium, the way you seem to slot in like you’ve been there all along, the way he can read your emotions without trying. 
This isn’t your first life. He’s only seen it a handful of times since Olympus fell. The main gods of Olympus, like himself, were able to seek refuge on Earth. Other beings were not so lucky. Many managed one or two reincarnations, but more still just…ceased to exist. It’s something he and some of the others spent a lot of time working through in the beginning. It’s been over two hundred years since Chan came across a reincarnated soul. Yet, here you are. Sitting before him. There’s no mistaking it. Once upon a time, you had been a sea nymph in Olympus. Everything clicks into place when he acknowledges that. He knows the sea nymphs as well as he knows himself. It seems impossible that he wouldn’t recognize all the signs and mannerisms. Then again, he hasn’t come across a reincarnated sea nymph in a very long time. Centuries. 
“Are you okay?” you ask after a few moments. 
“Yeah, sorry,” he says and shakes his head. This isn’t the place to try to process this. “I just haven’t met anyone that could relate to the way I feel in a long time.” 
“You don’t think I’m crazy?” you ask, voice thick with hope. It’s the first time he’s been around you without feeling any negative emotions. 
“Not at all,” he assures you. “I should have known that you understood as well. I felt like you were a kindred spirit, but…”
“I’ve been cold?” you offer with a light laugh. 
“Cautious, I would say,” he disagrees. 
“Maybe we should just start over,” you suggest and that makes Chan smile. 
Dinner actually gets much livelier from there on out. Realizing your past allows Chan to entirely change his approach. Without saying anything before you’re ready, he lets his guard down. In doing so, he hopes that some part of you will realize the connection runs deep. It seems to work, even if it’s only a little. Curiosity becomes the most prominent emotion and he capitalizes on it. 
Chan is able to suggest some of the dishes that he really likes before you ask if you can just get a few things and share them. You’re asking questions about the aquarium and his life that he tries to answer in a way that sounds honest without inviting follow up questions. Instead, he finds himself wanting to know more about you. Despite your initial reluctance to talk too much about yourself, he gets you to open up to his questions. Each answer you give draws him in further. Gives more of a glimpse into you as a person. Nothing feels too small to learn. He wants to map each of your reactions to things you actually love to things that seem difficult to speak about. 
Before either of you realizes it, it’s been over two hours and the restaurant is starting to wind down. Of course, nobody rushes you since Chan knows everyone there by name. But, you still insist it’s probably best to head out. Surprisingly, he’s still only picking up on warmer emotions from you now and maybe that makes him a little bolder. 
“There’s this really great ice cream shop just a little walk that way,” he says as you’re exiting the restaurant. 
The sideways look you give him leaves him wondering if he’s misread the situation. Then, you’re smiling like you know a secret. “I’m shocked you eat dessert.” 
“Are you…are you checking me out?” he splutters. Very little manages to catch him off guard and you have him stumbling over a simple question. 
Without answering, you just laugh and start walking in the direction he indicated. When he doesn’t immediately follow, you look over your shoulder and call out to him. “Well? I thought we were getting ice cream.”
“You can’t just say shit like that and expect…” he starts as he hurries to catch up with you.
“Expect what?” you ask, actually poking out at his side. “I would bet my entire life savings that I’m not the first person to check you out.”
“Oh, so you were checking me out,” he says like he’s just won. 
“I think that’s only fair with how many times I’ve already caught you checking me out,” you fire back, effectively wiping the smug look of Chan’s face. 
It’s been a long time since someone challenged him the way you seem to. Now that you’re talking openly, it feels like he’s known you for years. There’s a comfort that he can’t remember feeling in centuries. It feels like you just implicitly understand a piece of them that he tries to hide in any other situation. 
Something whispers from the back of his mind, like a tickle of familiarity. He ignores it, though, in favor of getting to know the incredibly interesting person before him that doesn’t seem to hate him anymore. 
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After having dinner with Chan, you start to look forward to your shifts for an entirely different reason. Yes, you still get the peace that comes along with being around so many beautiful animals and so much water. You also get to feel the pleasant shift of feelings when Chan is around. Instead of feeling like something gnaws at your consciousness, now you feel a warmth coursing through your body. It’s a little strange, too, because it’s like nothing you’ve ever felt before. 
Soonyoung notices the way you and Chan gravitate towards each other now and says nothing despite the knowing smile. You don’t have to ask him to know that he thinks it’s down to him insisting you get dinner together. He doesn’t comment, though, and you’re not going to give him the satisfaction. It’s hard to stop yourself from smiling, even when that makes Soonyoung smile even harder. It’s like he wants all the details of something that you don’t have many details on. At least, not at first. 
Hanging out with Chan outside of the aquarium becomes a regular thing, even on the days that you don’t go in. Each of you shows the other your favorite places in the area and you find yourself looking forward to that time more than anything else. Once or twice, you even consider asking Chan if he’s got a more full time position for you at the aquarium. You don’t quite realize you’re not living fully until something like this happens and so much more of life opens up before you. For now, though, you’ll settle for dragging him to a couple of food trucks that you love. He looks entirely out of place in his slacks and dress shirt, though at least he’s rolled up his sleeves. 
“So when are you going to come work with us full time,” he asks after sitting down with his food in front of him. He doesn’t ask you to work for him. Even his phrasing is considerate.
“Oh, well, I…” you stutter out.
“You don’t have to, of course,” he assures you. “I’ve just never met anyone that’s better at it than you and you’re not even there that often” 
“I have been considering it,” you admit. 
“What’s holding you back?” he asks. 
You take a bite to give yourself a minute to think about the answer to that. What is holding you back? Admittedly, you’ve never felt more at ease anywhere else. It’s increasingly harder to leave every time your shift is over. You look forward to when the next one will be. Have even added extra shifts when you can fit them in. There’s a part of you that also looks forward to seeing Chan. Although, you know that you could see him whenever you wanted. He always seems to make time for you. 
“I don’t know,” you finally say.
“Well, there’s a position waiting for you if you ever want it,” he says with a look on his face that you can’t quite read. 
“Why are you so patient with me?” you ask.
“Because we understand each other,” he answers a little too quickly. 
“It’s more than that,” you press, feeling, for the first time, like he’s keeping something from you. 
Chan sighs and sets his food down. “It is, but this isn’t the place to discuss it.” 
That catches you a little off guard. Thinking that there was more to the story and having him admit it so easily were two different things. “You’re not secretly in love with me or something, are you?”
He laughs at the look on your face and it eases a little of the tension. “I don’t think it’s a secret that I love being around you.” 
“No, I guess that’s true,” you say with your own laugh. 
“You’re going to think I’m crazy, but I’ll tell you when we finish eating and we can leave. This kind of thing…well, it’s best to say to you somewhere that’s not so out in the open.”
That announcement surprises you, but it also excites you a little. It’s difficult not to rush through dinner, a fact that Chan picks up on and laughs about. Makes a joke about wanting to get him alone that has color rising on your cheeks. There’s an air of confidence about him despite whatever he’s going to share with you. It makes it a little easier for you to also be calm because it can’t be that bad. If it were bad, he would not seem so confident. 
After dinner, and a short back and forth, he takes you back to his apartment, which includes walking by the aquarium. Somehow, you’re still much more nervous than he seems to be. It seems like the most natural thing in the world for him to invite you back to see where he lives. He also seems quick to assure you that it’s not that he’s trying to get you alone. It just needs to be a space that is actually private. 
Despite any better judgment you may have, your curiosity is piqued. What is it that he has to say to you that others can’t overhear? Is he about to admit some crazy belief? Or tell you that somehow you were destined to meet? You’re not really sure what sort of comment might come once the two of you are alone, but you’re distracted the second you step into his apartment. It’s amazingly decorated. It feels both cozy and modern at the same time. It also feels so impossibly like him and the ocean combined into one. Maybe that’s saying the same thing. He does give you the impression of the water sometimes. 
Being inside of Chan’s personal space also feels surprisingly natural. He disappears off into the kitchen without a second thought and allows you to look around the space. When he returns, it’s with a drink for you as he encourages you to take a seat on his couch. It’s the most comfortable couch you’ve ever sat down on.
“How much do you know about the Gods of Olympus?” he asks without any preamble. Thankfully, you haven’t taken a drink yet. Otherwise, you might have spit it out.
“Like the stuff from mythology?” you ask. It’s so unexpected.
A little voice whispers in the back of your head asking if it’s really that unexpected. The truth is: you’ve always been incredibly fascinated by the myths. There’s a draw to them almost to the point of getting lost in them. But, are you going to admit that you’ve read all the books you could find and watched all the shows or movies? It’s only fantasy, really, when you think about it. You’ve bared a lot of your soul to Chan without meaning to. You’re not sure you want him to laugh at you about this. That same little voice comes back to ask if he would laugh. You’re not so sure.
“Not exactly,” he says with a knowing laugh. “You consume it though, don’t you? I can see it on your face.” 
“I - well, lots of people do, don’t they?” you ask noncommittally. 
“Not like you, I’d bet,” he answers, unbothered. 
“I guess it’s a bit of a guilty pleasure,” you finally admit. 
“I think it’s more than that,” Chan presses. 
“How can it be? They’re just myths after all,” you say.
“Do you believe that?” he asks and it’s like he’s challenging every one of your long held notions. 
“Chan, what did you want to tell me?” you ask.
“Let me tell you about Olympus as I remember it,” he says. 
“As you…remember it,” you say slowly. “Chan, what…”
“Just hear me out and let me tell you a story. You can decide afterwards if I’m crazy or if it makes everything fall into place,” he says. 
And he does tell you a story. It’s a story about the Gods of Olympus with more information thrown in than you’ve ever read in any story or seen in any movie. It’s at once more fantastical and somehow more believable than anything. There are parts that you recognize. Parts that seem to line up with the stories. And there are parts that feel entirely new. Parts that are deeply emotional and clearly difficult for Chan to say. You delight in the way his face lights up when he talks about the parties or living amongst the sea animals. Completely accept it at face value when he tells you about how his scouts used to be dolphins and how much he misses that. Your heart breaks when he talks about the fights with his siblings and the other Olympians. It all feels like you’re walking along beside him in his stories. 
It’s insane to think that any of this could be real. You keep telling yourself as you listen to the stories. But, it’s hard to remember that when you see the look on Chan’s face. There’s fondness when he talks about some of the sillier memories. Like he can’t believe that anyone was ever that ridiculous. There’s genuine pain as he tries to get through the more complicated parts. When it comes time to tell you about how Olympus fell, he chokes up. 
You believe him. It’s like something shifts and you can tell that he’s not crazy. He’s not delusional. He’s not on some crazy conspiracy theory. He was Poseidon once upon a time. The feelings of calm that you feel every time you walk into the aquarium wash over you. Like this is the only thing that’s ever made sense. That should be a little disorienting to take in all that information. Instead it feels like the most natural thing in the world.
Chan isn’t even done talking when you lean over and press your lips against his. You’re not even sure why you do it or if it’s the right thing to do. When you go to pull away, he puts his hand behind your head and holds you against him. Kisses you breathless like nobody has ever kissed you before. It feels instantly familiar and new all at the same time. Like something you may have done before. But, it also sends sparks flying through your entire body. 
“So, should I carry on with telling you how you fit into all of this?” he asks when the two of you break apart from the kiss. 
“Me?” you ask, still recovering from the impulsive act of kissing him. 
“Yes, you,” he says with a soft smile. 
“I’m just a person lucky enough to meet an actual god, what could I…” you start.
“You’re not just a person,” he contradicts with a frown.
“I’m not trying to diminish myself or anything,” you assure him, but he still shakes his head.
“Can I talk?” he asks without any exasperation, though you may deserve it. You just nod. “You’re not just a person. You’re…well, I’m not sure how it works, really. I’ve come across it so infrequently. You have the reincarnated soul of a sea nymph within you. Possibly even one I encountered in another life.” 
“How can that be?” you ask with wide eyes. “No, I’m just a normal person, I…” 
“If you think about it, it actually makes perfect sense,” he says and carries on.
It sounds so simple when he outlines it for you. He asks you about your connection with the ocean, talks about your instant familiarity with the aquarium and how at peace you feel. Points out that you never feel at peace in a swimming pool, though you’re sure you’ve never said that to him. He talks about your mood shifting when you’re away from the water for too long or the way that everything about the water just seems easier. He even laughs when you admit that once when you were on vacation, a dolphin came right up to you in the ocean and seemed like it wanted your attention. It’s also not the only time something like that happened. 
Everything starts to fall into place. It’s like decoding the last little cypher of your life up until that point and showing you memories in a different light. You wonder if you’ll be able to remember anything from being a sea nymph and Chan looks apologetic when he says he doesn’t think it’ll work like that. But, he admits he’s never gotten close enough to another reincarnated soul like this to fully be able to answer it. The excitement drowns out a small voice in the back of your head that’s urging you to move cautiously. Urging you to consider if all of this really sounds right. 
You can’t really help the way your bodies seem to be drawn to each other. Many more kisses follow now that the invisible barrier seems broken. When he’s not kissing you, Chan runs his hands along whatever part of you that he can reach. 
Eventually, you don’t really want to talk. It seems absentminded, the way that Chan runs his fingers along your arm or squeezes your thigh. It’s driving you insane, though, and you need to know if he’s feeling as bothered as you are. 
“How much are you paying attention to this conversation?” you ask.
“Uh…” he says, eyes widening a bit at the question. It’s the first time he’s looked remotely out of control. 
“You’re driving me crazy,” you whine and look at his hand gripping your thigh. 
That causes his look to change entirely. He’s not out of control anymore. Now he looks a bit smug. “Oh, I’m driving you crazy?”
“Yes,” you admit without a second thought.
“I thought you weren’t even sure if you liked me?” he presses and you huff out a breath.
“I already kissed you, Chan. I think it’s clear I’m not on the fence anymore,” you say.
“Maybe I should show you my bedroom,” he says and stands.
You take his outstretched hand without hesitation. “Finally.” 
The two of you get through the doorway into his bedroom and he doesn’t even bother pretending to give you a tour. He only turns around to face you, crowding your space and forcing you back into the doorframe. He takes your face in his hands and kisses you hard. It’s not desperate, it’s perfectly controlled. Nobody has ever kissed you like this before. At least nobody that you can remember. His body presses tight against yours until you’re gasping for breath. Still, he doesn’t let you relax. He’s proving a point. If you thought he was driving you crazy earlier, it’s nothing to this. 
You gasp into his mouth when he moves a hand to hitch one of your legs around his hip. Gasp again when he does the same to your other leg and he’s balancing you against the doorframe. It seems impossible that he’s this strong. Maybe that’s part of being a god because he also barely seems to lose his breath as he keeps kissing you. You’re not usually so content to let someone else lead, but it’s so easy with him. It helps that nothing is frantic. Even though he’s driving you crazy, you love that it doesn’t feel rushed. Love that he’s really taking his time with you.
It could be minutes that Chan kisses you or it could be hours and you’re not really sure if you would know the difference. When he sets you down, it feels like an immediate loss. At least until he pulls you towards the bed. Only his eyes give away how badly he wants you. They’re dark with lust that you’re sure your own eyes reflect back at him. 
“Is this still okay?” he asks, voice thick with desire. You nod. “I need to hear you say it.”
“Yes, Chan. I want this,” you assure him. 
Thankfully it’s the only reassurance that he needs. He gently pushes you back onto his bed and immediately gets to work pulling your clothing off you. His eyes drink in every mark on your body and for the first time, you’re not self conscious. You don’t feel like there’s something wrong with you and it has nothing to do with the way he looks at you. Though, it doesn’t hurt that his desire only grows as he peels your clothing off. No, there’s just this inexplicable comfort with him. That voice in the back of your head quiets. You’re not sure if it’s because you’re so in the moment or because this is actually right. You’re not really sure it matters. 
When Chan steps back from you, you have the briefest moment of insecurity. It’s gone the next moment when he starts to undo the buttons on his shirt. Actually, your entire mind goes blank. If Chan was beautiful with clothes on, it’s nothing to seeing him removing his shirt. You know that he can change his appearance at will and know that it’s how he’s fit into places this long. So, you know that it might not be entirely him, but you’re not sure you care. Your eyes travel over the scars he still has. Probably remnants of real scars over the years. Somehow the imperfections make him more perfect in your eyes. You’re so caught up in looking at the scars that you miss him removing the rest of his clothing until he’s approaching you.
“Sit back,” he instructs.
You do as he asks without even thinking twice about it. That, at least, makes a voice stir in the back of your mind. Makes you wonder why you’re so content to do as he asks. When he climbs onto the bed and settles between your legs, the voice goes quiet again. He peppers up your leg and down the other with feather light kisses. He doesn’t draw out the build up, though. 
Chan runs a finger carefully through your folds and it makes you shudder. He watches your body carefully as he does it again, like he’s trying to map your reactions to everything. Like he wants to know exactly how to make you come undone. It’s such a simple action that works you up. When he licks into your pussy, you think it’s your new favorite feeling. It makes your entire brain go fuzzy. You don’t even realize that you’re arching your back until one of his hands snakes up your stomach to press you back into place. 
It’s almost too much, the way he works you over. He’s constantly changing the pace and his movements. His mouth moves up to suck on your clit and his finger moves down to pump into your pussy in lazy motions. The contrast of the movements makes you squirm. When you feel like you’re getting close to an orgasm, he switches it up again and pulls you back from the edge. Over and over again. He keeps switching up his attention every time you feel yourself getting close. 
“Chan, oh my fucking god,” you groan. “I’m going to die if you don’t let me come.” 
“Well, you got one thing right,” he says, pulling away from your pussy. “I am a god.”
“I hate you,” you say without any heat.
He pulls himself up your body so that he’s hovering over you, entirely too close. You can see the way your juices cover his lips. He eyes you greedily and it’s the hottest thing in the world. It’s even hotter when he lets you pull him down on top of you and kiss him. You moan into his mouth when he ruts his hard length against your thigh. 
When he pulls back, you know that you lost whatever game you’re playing. “Doesn’t seem like you hate me.” 
“Just please fuck me,” you say, completely breathless. 
“Anything you want,” he says. 
You gasp when he leans forward again to capture your lips in a bruising kiss. Everything about him seems so in control. Yet, you can feel how much he wants you, too. It’s obvious that you’re not alone in wanting this and that he’s just better at controlling the situation. 
Somehow, as he’s kissing you, he manages to spread your legs apart underneath him. It’s embarrassing the way you chase his lips when he pulls back. Or it would be if you didn’t meet his eyes to see all the desire reflecting back at you. He repositions so that he’s between your legs again and lines himself up at your entrance. Chan runs his tip through your folds while he watches for your reaction. It’s all you can do to stop yourself from wiggling to urge him to work faster. Nothing he does is fast, though, and why would this be any different. Slowly, he presses himself into you. Even as you’re begging him for more, he inches into you instead of snapping his hips forward. 
Finally, after what seems like minutes (and is probably only seconds), he’s fully buried and it’s the best feeling in the world. Your fingertips dig into his shoulders as he adjusts his position. Then, he pulls almost all the way about before snapping back in and your mind goes blank again. Like nothing else exists apart from the two of you, the sound of his skin on yours, and the words shared between you. Praise spills from Chan’s lips as you’re just asking for more and more of him. 
This time, he doesn’t bring you right to the edge only to pull you back. He picks up his pace and has you coming so hard that you see stars without warning. You’re so thankful that you don’t immediately realize that he doesn’t pull out of you. He stills himself inside you and peppers gentle kisses all over your face as you work through the orgasm. 
He’s definitely not so gentle once the aftershocks work through your body. 
In one motion, he has you in his arms and in a completely different position. It’s a level of strength and speed you’re not expecting. You’re sitting up now and about to protest that you don’t have the energy to fuck him like this, when he does the work for you. Even though you’re straddling his lap, he plants his feet and thrusts into you. It’s a slightly slower pace than you’re expecting. Just enough that you feel the tension building, but not enough for it to do anything. At least for you. You’re not sure about Chan. 
You can’t help it. All you want to do is kiss him so that he knows how good this feels. Not that he really needs more of an indication. You think he can probably read your body pretty well. The first time with someone new is usually awkward. This has been anything but. He knows exactly what you need and just how far he can push you before it’s too much.
And that really does seem true. You’re just about to go into overstimulated territory when he changes the position again. You get the briefest of breaks for him to settle behind you. It could be as innocent as cuddling until he hikes your leg up and presses his length into you without warning.
“Chan, jesus fuck,” you cry out. 
“You’re being so good for me, baby,” he coos into your ear. “Can you be good for just a little longer?”
“Yes,” you pant. 
“Even if I fuck you hard?” he asks, experimentally picking up his pace.
“Yes, please, just…fuck,” you yell out as he snaps into you harder.
“So perfect,” he murmurs into your skin. 
His thrusts immediately get faster and you can tell he’s ready to stop dragging it out. He’s still doing more than his share of the work and it’s insane to realize how much stamina he seems to have. The new angle allows him to hit you deeper than before. You’re already so worked up that it’s not long before he’s pushing you into your second orgasm. This time, he follows right behind you, erratically thrusting as his breath stutters by your ear. 
He collapses behind you, but still holds you close against his chest. Your breathing matches his without even thinking about it. Neither one of you really needs to say anything to know that it was something completely unexpected. You can’t remember ever having better sex than with him. Leave it to Chan to ruin you for anyone else that could possibly try to come after him.
Eventually, Chan pulls himself out and off the bed. He holds out his hand to help you into the bathroom with him. You make a joke about how you don’t have another round in you and his smile is instant. His features go soft when he says he just wants to help you clean up. 
(That doesn’t hold true for the next morning since he insists you should sleep over. You may be incredibly sore afterwards. You also know that you don’t care. In that moment, you think you would let Chan fuck you senseless for the rest of your life without complaining. Who cares if you’re a little sore? You’ve never felt so connected to someone in your entire life. And he just happens to be one of the gods of Olympus.)
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Things seem to fall into place quickly for you and Chan after he shares his past with you. It’s like the last two puzzle pieces in an absurdly complicated puzzle. One of those ones where the pieces aren’t in the standard square shapes. Yet, now that you’re perfectly slotted together, it’s like you’ve been that way your whole lives. The two of you are together more often than you’re not. Late nights exploring or staying up until the early hours of the morning talking. Lazy mornings wrapped up in the covers of the bed (where you actually get Chan to spend more time away from the aquarium than he ever has before). Chan doesn’t even really have time to overthink anything.
His biggest win comes when you finally admit that you’re ready to leave your boring job and come to work at the aquarium full time. That only takes a few weeks after he tells you that you were a sea nymph in a former life. He’s still even a little at the complete lack of pushback on it. You accept it just as easily as you accept that he was Poseidon once upon a time. And you’re not accepting it in the way someone does to pacify a crazy person. That much is clear with how much more time you spend anywhere that Chan is. Somehow, the rest of Chan’s staff doesn’t even seem to comment on how quickly you become inseparable. Soonyoung seems to be smiling even more than usual (a feat Chan didn’t think possible). But, otherwise everyone just accepts the new normal. Everyone seems thrilled to have you around more permanently and that makes Chan’s heart constrict. 
He doesn’t have time to think about any of it. Until he does, very suddenly, think about all the feelings you bring up in him.
Chan is careful with relationships. He’s friendly with his staff, but they’re not really friends (despite Soonyoung’s best efforts). He doesn’t get to know anyone at any of the places he shops or have any hobbies where he interacts with people. It can get lonely if Chan thinks too closely about it, but what is the alternative? People’s lives are finite, measurable. Chan’s is not. At least, it hasn’t been yet. There are no signs he’s slowing down over the many centuries he’s been through. Then there’s you. You who are very much human. Though, it’s been a long time since he’s come across another reincarnated Olympian. There isn’t a rule book for how those lives go and there’s never been one that Chan stuck by long enough to find out. 
The real question, though, is whether he’s willing to stick around this time to see how it works. Is he willing to risk everything only to figure out that you’re merely a mortal? That you’re going to fall victim, if you’re lucky, to the curse all humans succumb to? That’s if you’re lucky enough to live to old age and something else doesn’t happen before then. Human life is so fragile. It’s a lot to process. More so since he’s not really talking to you about how he’s feeling. 
You notice. Of course you notice. Chan starts to get a little more distant as weeks turn into months. He’s still physically present with you and he still tries to act like everything is fine. But, he can feel it in the shift of your moods. Doubt creeps in and he gets snippets of your feelings or even your thoughts. It isn’t fair and he knows that it’s not. He knows he has to talk to you instead of just acting like everything is normal. 
“Are you ready to talk to me yet?” you ask one evening when you’re sitting on his couch with your feet in his lap. 
He stops scrolling through something on his phone and looks over at you. Somehow, you always seem to know when it’s best to apply just a little pressure. Knows his moods and senses when he’s ready to talk about something. There’s no use in acting like he doesn’t know what you mean.
“It’s nothing you’ve done,” he starts and you smile.
“Oh, I know that,” you assure him. That makes him laugh. It’s you all over. 
“It’s just…I don’t usually let myself get close to anyone,” he starts and your eyebrows knit in confusion.
“Bit late for that, isn’t it?” you say with an attempt at a joke, though it doesn’t quite land.
“I think we both know you’re special,” he says quickly to reassure you. “It’s just…well, there’s a reason for that. Human life is so fleeting.”
“Ah, yes,” you say with a wry smile, “because you’re ancient.”
“Enough,” he chastises without any real heat. 
“Sorry,” you say and throw up your arms.
“I am kind of ancient, though. Not in this body since I’m always changing forms, but in mind. I’ve been around a long time and you…” he says and trails off.
“You’re so sure I have an expiration date?” you ask.
“You’re human,” he says simply.
“And also have the soul of a reincarnated sea nymph,” you remind him. As if he could ever forget. 
“I know,” he concedes. “But I don’t know what that means for your…”
“Life expectancy?” you offer. There’s something almost detached and also calming about the way you say it. “You can’t say for sure that I won’t live beyond a normal human life, either.”
“No, I can’t,” he says. “I’ve never wanted to stick around another reincarnated soul the way I can’t seem to let you out of my sight.”
“Doesn’t that mean it’s worth at least considering?” you ask. 
There’s nothing desperate or emotional about the way you approach the conversation. It’s all based in fact and the information in front of you. As much as you and Chan like to go out on dates, you also like to sit with him while he tries to do research. Both of you want to understand what your soul means for the rest of your body. You want to understand why sometimes he can feel your mood or even hear some of your louder thoughts. It’s fun when you can control it and send something disruptive towards Chan. Fun for you, at least. He doesn’t always appreciate the image of what you want to do to him while he’s trying to do something at work. 
So, you go through all the knowns with him again. Go over everything that you’ve learned. Go through the questions you have unanswered and where there might be more information. You talk things through logically in a way that feels familiar to him. Chan finds himself getting lost in his amazement at your brain and the way you process information. It’s also incredible to him to watch you work through a problem. It lulls him into a place that he hasn’t been in since…
And that’s when it clicks. That’s when he realizes. You’re not just a reincarnated sea nymph. No, it’s much deeper than that. He knows your soul more intimately than he knows his own. He can’t believe that he didn’t see it right away. Can’t believe he’s had you in his bed for months now without realizing.
“You’re not listening anymore,” you comment. You don’t seem upset, only curious. It’s like you want to know where his mind goes.
“No, I’m sorry,” he says and you wave it off. “It’s just, well, I figured out who you used to be.” 
“Uh,” you say, clearly missing a piece. “Yeah? A reincarnated sea nymph? We’ve already covered this.” 
“No,” he disagrees. That makes you raise your eyebrows. “Well, you are, but you’re also more than that. Your soul, it’s…”
“What is it, Chan?” you ask, full attention focusing on him. 
“I should have known. You feel so familiar, like I’ve known you for years,” he says and it’s like he’s talking to himself. “It’s not just some ordinary sea nymph’s soul…”
“Yes, because sea nymphs are so ordinary,” you say with a scoff. “Like people every day are just coming across sea n-”
“It’s Amphitrite’s soul,” he finishes and that stops you mid sentence. Your eyes lock onto his, wide and wondering. 
“Amphitrite? As in Goddess of the sea, most prominent of the sea nymphs and wife of…” she says and can’t seem to finish the sentence.
“Poseidon. The one true love of my life, yes,” he says. 
If you think anything of him referring to Amphitrite as the one true love of his life, you don’t say anything. You go into a contemplative silence. Like if you think hard enough, you may be able to remember her or the relationship with Poseidon. Who knows? Maybe you can. Try as he might, Chan can’t seem to think of a single instance where something like this has happened before. Doesn’t remember someone like Hera returning in this way. He also can’t think of any reason why you would return now, after all this time. Unless this is just the first time he’s found you. There are far more questions than answers. 
“This…changes things,” you say.
“Does it?” he asks. 
“Doesn’t it?” you immediately return. 
“I don’t know,” he admits. “It’s like it suddenly makes sense in a way I wasn’t expecting. But, it also feels…more complicated.” 
“Complicated, how? I mean, you were in love with Amphitrite and I assume she, or I, was also in love with you,” you say. “Doesn’t that explain this pull we have to each other?” 
“Our relationship was incredibly complicated,” he says softly. “I have…many regrets about how I handled things when it came to her. And I also can’t wrap my brain around her reappearing after so many years or what that means for you.”
“Why don’t we just start at the beginning? Tell me about your relationship,” you prompt.
“There are parts that were ugly,” he says without meeting your eye. 
The couch shifts and dips as you get closer to him. You lift his chin up gently so he’s looking at you. “The fact that you can admit parts were ugly or that you have regrets shows you’ve learned. So, tell me the whole story and then we’ll go from there.” 
So, he starts talking. 
It starts at the beginning. He was at a celebration when he saw Amphitrite dancing among the other Nereids, the daughters of Nereus, who was also known as the Old Man of the Sea. There had been other consorts before her, but he was instantly smitten. She symbolized everything beautiful and kind about the sea. Everything that he could ever want. So, he approached her father before ever approaching her and asked for her hand. Her father was, understandably, thrilled. It seemed like there was no better match than to allow Poseidon himself to marry one of his daughters. In hindsight, that was absolutely the wrong way to go about it. She should have been given a say in her own life rather than treated like property by her father and the man who claimed to love her. 
Chan talks about what he can remember of their courtship as honestly as he can. From his perspective, everything went wonderfully. After all, why shouldn’t she have been thrilled that he wanted to marry her. Once he had nothing but time to think back on what he had done, he realized that she had not seemed all that interested. It was more like she was going through the motions because she had to. He tried to include her in everything that he could so she would see what her life could be like. Maybe that had been the wrong choice. But, she was a natural when it came to hosting or offering opinions in meetings. At the time, it made him happy to see how well she settled in. Now, it just felt like she had been forced into a life she never wanted.
As the wedding itself got closer, she fled to the far reaches of the ocean. It was a dolphin scout of his that finally managed to find her. He never knew what his scout said to her that made her return. He only knew what he told the scout. They never spoke about it once she came back. She simply returned, assured him she had only been nervous about how important he was, and said she wanted to get married still. So, he also acted like nothing happened, which he knows was as wrong as he could have been. He does think that he tried to be a better partner to her after that, though he’s not sure he succeeded. When he had to make decisions between what might be best for her and what might be best for his position, he chose himself. He also chose the sea over her when he had to make those choices. It was never fair to her. 
Somehow, through all of that, he did really grow to love her. He valued her beyond what he showed. He appreciated her for her unfailing kindness and her insistence when she knew she was right. He appreciated her wit and her mind. He appreciated the way that she was never afraid to tell him what she thought or to let him know when he was making the wrong decision. He appreciated that she didn’t just bend over backwards for him or fawn over him. He only realized after she was gone that he never appreciated her the way that she deserved to be appreciated. Once he lost her, he realized that he should have done anything in the world to protect her. He realized he should have given her the entire sea and made her the ruler because she was far smarter than he had realized. 
You only listen intently without interrupting. In the few moments where Chan looks at you, he struggles to figure out what you’re thinking. Not that you won’t tell him. He knows you will. It’s just very daunting to speak that long without you interjecting. When he stops speaking, you’re still quiet for a moment. 
“I think…Chan, I think I’m starting to remember,” you say with wide eyes. 
And that’s the last thing he expects to hear. He figures you may tell him that he’s horrible for putting someone he claims to have loved through that. Or you could say that it sounds far-fetched to think she’s not just a sea nymph, but a specific nymph that he was deeply in love with. He doesn’t expect for you to look at him in wonder and say you’re remembering. That’s another unknown in this entire mess of a situation. 
Before he can consider if this is something that should even be possible, your lips crash into his. There are so many emotions behind that kiss that he can’t begin to process. There’s longing and a long-forgotten love. There’s excitement about returned memories. There’s the sparks that always fly between you two. The mix of the established feelings with ones Chan never expected to feel again is startling. So, he just lets his mind wander. He lets the feeling of kissing you consume him so thoroughly that it pushes any other conversation out the window. All that exists in that moment is the two of you, however you want to define that. 
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The excitement of finding out a long forgotten identity wears off far quicker than you expect it to. Not that you have any frame of reference for this sort of thing. But, surely it should last longer than this. Longer than it takes for you to fall into bed with Chan again. Longer than it takes for him to worship your body as he’s done before and for him to bring you to an orgasm so good it has you screaming. Somehow, in the post-sex haze, he doesn’t realize that you’re quieter than usual. Perhaps that’s a blessing. He kisses you so softly, so sweet and tells you that he’s going to do some research. That’s fine, you insist, because you want to get back home to really get a good night’s sleep. It seems unspoken that he wants to let you process.
But…well, you’re not really sure if you’re still okay with the information. It’s like having sex this time triggered a new flood of memories. Some come across as clearly as if it was something you directly experienced. Others come through more as feelings than anything else. And it’s a lot. Overwhelming in a way that nothing else has been. It’s how you expected to react to finding out that all those myths you were so drawn to were actually real. That feels easy to accept, especially now. Remembering is something else entirely. Because remembering Amphitrite’s experiences as your own just feels complicated. 
Maybe it’s wrong to think of her as a separate person if her soul lives within you. That part isn’t hard to accept, not when you can feel it. The hard part is accepting the feelings about Chan. The memory pushes back on you calling him that. Accepting is also the wrong word. The hard part is reconciling the person you’ve gotten to know with the memories that come flooding back. 
Then, almost as if on cue, that whispering voice returns. It reminds you of how you felt when you first met Chan. Of the distaste you had without being able to place it. Which is true, isn’t it? You didn’t like him without any reason beyond just a feeling. The voice presses memories onto you. Things you actually experienced with Chan mixed in with scenes between Poseidon and Amphitrite. The more you see, the more it feels like your own memories. Like something that you took part in directly. 
It’s putting it mildly to say that things are complicated. There is clear affection there for the person that Amphitrite got to know. Although it’s clear she did not love Poseidon from the beginning, she grew into much stronger feelings. Yet, she can’t separate those fully. She can’t say for sure that the feelings would develop on their own. Did she just love him? Or was it because she, at times, had little contact with anyone outside their palace? Though, that was largely her own choice as things went on. There were too many things to do at home to leave. And there was too much unrest.
Yes, it feels complicated. Now your own memories or the past few months mingle with decades of memories from someone else. You can’t decide if you want to push your own memories aside to make room for the returning ones or keep them side by side. Your new memories don’t really seem to fit, though. Which isn’t surprising. The person you know isn’t the same one that Amphitrite knew. He’s grown in ways that she can scarcely understand or imagine. He’s thoughtful and considerate and much more mature. That doesn’t sit perfectly with the memories. Although, you can tell that there’s a part of the lingering voice that appreciates the growth. Maybe even feels a little responsible for it. Wants to believe that she’s part of the reason he made the changes. 
By the time you make it back to your apartment, your head feels like it’s going to split open. You’re no closer to any answers about what you want to do. No closer to reconciling incredibly complex feelings. No closer to the next step. That’s fine, though. All you can really do now is let yourself drift off to sleep and revisit 
The morning, unfortunately, doesn’t bring answers. You’re not sure how to approach Chan other than to ask for time to process your feelings. That seems like as good a place to start as any because it’s a lot to take in. He must know that. Surely he’ll understand. Even though you seemingly accepted the news yesterday, it’s a new day today. And your brain is fighting to catch up. 
You’re trying to figure out how to approach the conversation with Chan when you make your way through the apartment. A piece of paper by your front door catches your eye and you approach it. You pick up the envelope and recognize the writing on the front of it as Chan’s. There’s something so impossibly him about the gesture. Of course he would write a letter instead of…wait. A moment too late, your brain catches up. Why would Chan be writing you a letter? What changed?
Opening the letter feels close to the last thing you want to do. But, you know that you need to just open it to see what’s going on. See if anything changes. 
A lot can change overnight, it seems. Chan fills the letter with apologies for things you can’t even begin to understand. He’s apologizing to you and also to Amphitrite. It seems he got to the conclusion much faster than you, which shouldn’t be surprising. He’s had centuries, apparently, to learn and to spot things others may never notice. That’s especially clear as you read through his letter, now. 
Getting past the general apologies, you find more specific apologies. He’s incredibly sorry, but he’s going to be leaving for a while. He knows that it’s not fair to you, but it’s something that he’s got to do. At least he acknowledges that it should ultimately be your decision on how to proceed with the relationship. He can’t let you do that without more answers to his questions. He needs to know how it’s possible for Amphitrite’s soul to have found its way into your body. He needs to understand what that means for your own mortality. It’s selfish, he admits, so incredibly selfish, but he can’t move forward with you, even if that’s what you want, without knowing more. He can’t watch as you age and he doesn’t. Can’t grow to love you more and more only to know you have an expiration date. It’s cold, he knows, to say it that way. It’s also the way he’s going to approach it. The whole letter is filled with apologies and acknowledgements followed by buts. 
Chan goes on to say that he’s going looking for his brother, Zeus. He’s the only one that might be able to help them understand what’s happening. The problem is that he hasn’t seen his brother in centuries and doesn’t entirely know how to find him, or if he’s even still surviving. He just has to trust that he’s out there somewhere, going through the same motions as Chan and chugging forward in the only way either of them know how. Somehow this tidbit is a lot to process. Accepting the existence of Poseidon was easy. Maybe that’s because of your own past. Accepting Zeus is something else entirely. Some of that stems from your own disbelief. Most seems to come from Amphitrite’s complicated feelings about her brother-in-law.
Just as you’re about to put the letter down in frustration, you see the postscript. Chan asks you to help his staff look after the aquarium until he returns. He knows that it’s not fair to ask. He knows you may even say no. Your heart tightens at the thought of the animals without Chan. Now that you know who he is, you know that they’ll miss him when he’s not around. You don’t have powers the way he does, though. And it’s his choice to just leave on a whim to chase answers for a relationship that may not even be there when he returns. 
Well, two can play this game, you think. It may not be a fully rational thought. It may not even be fair. Before you can overthink it, you send a text to Soonyoung saying that you’ll be out of town for the next few weeks, at least. You just tell him that you have some things to work through and leave it at that. In the meantime, you throw things haphazardly into a suitcase and you’re out the door before even getting a response.
Your letter from Chan stays sitting on your table as you rush out of the apartment without a second thought. All you know is that you’re going to let Amphitrite guide you on a journey of your own to find missing memories before you make any more decisions. 
It seems like both of you have a lot to figure out before you see each other next.
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v-eee · 1 day ago
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── jungkook x you
scenario: you and Jungkook used to be best friend until new female staff came into his workplace, Jieun. He has introduced you to her. Jungkook starts getting busy with his work and often cancel the usual food hunting night with you because he needs to work overtime with Jieun. You know Jieun doesn't like you because she has come to your cafe a few times and told you to stop texting Jungkook during his work hour. when you told him about that, he didn't believe you. Starting that day your friendship is not like it used to be.
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Jungkook wasn’t dumb—he could tell you were slowly pulling away. You barely told him when you had to leave town, and every time he showed up at the café, the staff would just give him the same apologetic look.
'She's out of town for work again.'
Again.
Jungkook would just nod, acting like it didn’t bother him. But it did.
And honestly? He couldn't even be mad. This was karma.
This was exactly how you must’ve felt when he used to ditch you for work with Jieun. Back then, he thought you were just being dramatic, but now? Now he knew better.
But there was one thing Jungkook knew for sure—he wasn't about to let this friendship fade just like that.
So he asked the café staff where you went. And the moment he got the answer, he’d hop into his car and drive. Three hours? No problem. five hours? He’s got good playlists.
And every time, he'd show up at whatever café you were managing that day. He never made a big deal out of it—just casually walked in, ordered a drink, and sat in the corner, watching you work.
You'd always look surprised to see him.
"Jungkook… What are you doing here?" you'd ask, hands on your hips.
He'd just flash his signature grin. "What? Can't a guy enjoy a good cup of coffee?"
"You drove five hours for coffee?"
"Best coffee in the country, I hear." He'd wink, taking a sip.
You'd roll your eyes, but he’d catch that small smile before you turned away.
And that was enough to keep him coming back.
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At first, you thought Jungkook was just dropping by once in a while. But when he started showing up every single day, despite the five-hour drive, you were shocked.
Was he out of his mind?
That night, after spending a few hours in the café, drinking his usual iced latte and getting his daily dose of your smile, Jungkook got up, ready to leave.
You watched as he stepped outside, and without thinking, you rushed after him.
"Jungkook!"
He turned around just as you caught up, slightly out of breath. "What’s up?"
"Where are you going?" you asked, crossing your arms.
“Uh… home?” He said it like it was obvious.
You frowned. "Home? That’s a five-hour drive."
"Yeah, and?"
You looked at him like he had lost his mind. “Kook, it’s already 9 PM. You're not seriously thinking of driving all the way back at night?"
He shrugged. "Done it before."
You huffed, clearly not having it. "Not today. Absolutely not.”
"What do you mean, no?"
"You’re staying the night," you said firmly. "I have an Airbnb. There's an extra room."
Jungkook blinked at you. "Wait—what?"
"You heard me. Stay the night. Unless you want me to worry the entire time you’re driving in the dark."
Jungkook scratched the back of his head. "I’ll be fine, Y/N. Seriously."
You pouted. "I said no. please..."
Jungkook sighed, but then he made the mistake of looking at your face—your big, sulky, pouty face.
And just like that, something inside him softened. You looked exactly like the old you—the one who used to guilt-trip him into buying you extra desserts, or make him agree to silly things just because you flashed that look.
"…Fine," he muttered, stuffing his hands in his pockets.
You brightened immediately. "Good. Just wait for me to close up the café, and we’ll head there together."
Jungkook groaned dramatically. "Ugh, more waiting?"
You glared at him.
He smirked, shaking his head. "Man… you’re so bossy."
"And you love it."
Jungkook chuckled, but as he glanced at you walking beside him, he realized—yeah, maybe he really did.
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When you arrived at the Airbnb, you led Jungkook inside and gestured toward the vacant bedroom. "That’s your room for the night. Feel free to use anything.”
He dropped his bag near the door and stretched his arms.
Digging through your suitcase, you pulled out a big hoodie and tossed it to him. "Here, you can wear this."
Jungkook caught it with one hand, but the moment he unfolded it, he froze. His brows furrowed as he inspected the fabric, his fingers tracing the old logo on the front. The hoodie was slightly faded, but it was still in good shape. And it was familiar. Too familiar.
"…Wait a second." He turned it around, his eyes narrowing. "This is mine."
You barely spared him a glance as you grabbed your phone charger and walk to the couch. "Yeah."
His mouth fell open. "You stole this from me?!"
You smirked at his reaction, enjoying how dramatic he was being. “Borrowed. Kept. Same thing.”
Jungkook scoffed, looking between you and the hoodie. "No, it is not the same thing! I was looking for this years ago!" His voice rose in exaggerated betrayal. "When did you even take it?"
"The night I slept over at your parents’ house," you answered nonchalantly, plopping onto the couch. "You let me borrow it cause I forgot my pajamas. And, well… it was comfy, so I kept it."
Jungkook gasped, pressing a hand to his chest. "You never gave it back?"
"Nope."
"And you don’t even feel bad?"
"Not even a little."
Jungkook just stood there, blinking at you, before suddenly bursting into laughter.
At first, you thought he was mocking you, so you narrowed your eyes. "What’s so funny?"
But he just shook his head, still chuckling. "Nothing. It’s just…" He looked down at the hoodie in his hands, rubbing the fabric between his fingers. His laughter softened into something else—something almost nostalgic.
"You still have it," he murmured, more to himself than to you.
"Well, yeah." You stretched lazily. "Like I said, it’s comfy."
Jungkook smiled, but it wasn't his usual cocky smirk—it was softer, warmer. He didn't say it out loud, but knowing that you had kept his hoodie all these years, despite everything that had happened between you two, made something in his chest tighten.
You still treasured something of his.
And for some reason, that made him stupidly happy.
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mulswriting · 20 hours ago
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rafe!bf x femreader!gf summary: after discovering she’s pregnant, y.n’s excitement is overshadowed by fear. she remembers rafe admitting he’s not ready for fatherhood and hides the darker parts of their relationship from her friends. overwhelmed, she leaves alone, crying on the beach, unsure if rafe will ever change. warnings: swearing, mention of drug use, alcohol use, implied domestic abuse, very angsty, pregnancy, emotional distress, crying, and toxic relationship dynamics.
a/n: hii, i'm new here! lmk if u like it and want pt 2!
you wake up and feel the empty space beside you. the faint sound of the shower tells you that rafe is in the bathroom. closing your eyes, you shift onto his side of the bed, inhaling his lingering scent.
"y/n, you up, baby?" he steps out of the bathroom, a towel wrapped around his waist.
yawning, you glance over at him. "hey, good morning." he walks over and presses a soft kiss to your forehead "good morning, beautiful."
oh, he must be in a good mood today, you think to yourself before smiling. "you smell good. what are your plans today?"
"thank you, baby. going over to barry's for taking care some stuff. gonna be a long day," he says while getting dressed.
"oh, okay. i think i'll just stay home and read some books." you respond.
"good. see you later, y/n." ____________________________________________________________
the afternoon sun filters through the curtains as you turn another page of your book. you’ve been trying to distract yourself, but the words blur together, your mind unable to focus. with a sigh, you close the book and stretch, but as you do, a strange feeling washes over you—your stomach feels off, a mix of nausea and unease.
at first, you brush it off, blaming it on hunger or maybe just boredom. but then, realization creeps in like a cold chill down your spine. wait… when was my last period?
you quickly sit up, counting back the days in your head. one week… two… three.
three weeks late.
your heart pounds. no. no way.
without wasting another second, you grab your things and rush out the door, heading straight to sarah, kie, and cleo’s place. you don’t even think about texting them beforehand—you just need answers.
when you arrive, breathless and slightly panicked, your friends immediately pick up on your energy.
“what’s wrong?” kie asks, brows furrowed.
you hesitate before blurting out, “i think i might be pregnant.”
their eyes widen in shock, but without a second thought, cleo grabs her keys. “come on, we’re getting tests.”
the next hour feels agonizing. the three of them wait anxiously outside the bathroom while you sit on the closed toilet seat, staring at the sticks lined up on the counter. one by one, the results appear.
positive.
positive.
positive.
the room spins.
you step out, barely able to say the words before sarah, kie, and cleo erupt in cheers.
“oh my god!” sarah beams, pulling you into a hug. “you’re having a baby!”
“this is crazy!” kie grins. “but, like, in a good way.”
cleo nudges you playfully. “rafe’s gonna lose his mind, man. he’s gonna be a dad.”
they’re all so happy. but you’re not.
you try to force a smile, but it doesn’t reach your eyes.
sarah notices first. “wait… why don’t you look happy?”
you swallow hard, looking down at your hands. you want to tell them. you really do. but how could you? they don’t know everything. they don’t know about the nights rafe came home drunk, or the times he used just enough to take the edge off. they don’t know that his temper—though mostly controlled—sometimes flares, and in rare, awful moments, he’s lost it on you. they don’t know that on his worst days, when frustration and exhaustion pushed him over the edge, he had struck you. it wasn’t often, but once was already too much.
and yet… there’s also the rafe they do know. the one who kisses you awake in the mornings. the one who walks with you by the beach and talk about a lot of stuff. the one who takes you on late-night drives just to get your favorite snacks. the one who wraps his arms around you like you’re the only thing grounding him.
you don’t want them to see that version of him—the broken one. so, you keep it inside.
instead, you whisper, “i overheard rafe say he’s not ready to be a dad. that he’s still too… fucked up.”
their smiles falter, concern replacing excitement. “oh, y/n…”
kie rubs your back, while sarah takes your hand. “you don’t know for sure how he’ll react, though,” she says gently. “maybe he was just scared in the moment.”
cleo nods. “yeah, he loves you, y/n. that much we do know.”
you force a small smile, appreciating their comfort even if it doesn’t ease the fear in your chest.
after a little more reassurance, you thank them and say goodbye. you tell them you’re heading home, but that’s a lie.
instead, you go to your favorite spot by the beach.
by the time you get there, the sky is already dark, waves crashing softly against the shore. you sit on the cool sand, wrapping your arms around your knees, letting the night air sting your skin.
reaching for your phone, you realize it’s dead.
shit.
you were going to text rafe, tell him where you were. but now, you’re completely alone.
the weight of everything crashes down at once.
tears slip down your cheeks, silent at first. but then, a sob escapes, and before you know it, you’re crying—deep, gut-wrenching sobs that shake your whole body.
you’re terrified.
you love rafe, but what if he’s right? what if he’s not ready?
and worse—what if he never will be?
so, you sit there, crying under the night sky, feeling more alone than ever.
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rhiannonsknife · 14 hours ago
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Hiiiii! I'm a huge fan of your work!! May I please request a fanfic of Jackie Taylor x Sunshine! Reader? Reader absolutely loves arts and crafts and does it day long. Jackie and Reader don't have a lot in common but they're drawn to each other. Maybe they even fuck as reader is painting??? Perhaps the reader wanted a painting of them like that?
May I please claim 🦜?
── COLOR ME YOUR COLOR, DARLING
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— summary: your girlfriend visits you in your atelier.
— warnings: fluff. established relationship. fem!reader. nsfw content. mdni. didn’t beta read this and kinda rushed through the nsfw part, so it ended up a bit short. anyway.
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the smell of paint hits jackie the moment she steps inside your atelier, blending with the scent of coffee from the two cups she carefully balances in her grasp. she nudges the door open with her shoulder, her free hand pulling her spare key from the lock before slipping it into the pocket of her jacket.
sunlight filters through the large windows, casting bright afternoon light across the space that’s overtaken by half-finished projects, watercolor palettes, and more supplies than you probably need but jackie couldn’t possibly name if she tried.
you’re standing with your back turned, too absorbed in the work to notice her presence, humming softly to yourself until a familiar voice cuts through the quiet.
“you know,” jackie says, “i think you’d forget to eat and sleep if i let you!”
at the sound of her voice, you turn, catching sight of her leaning against the doorframe. “is your practice already over?” you blink as if you’re only just registering the time.
jackie huffs a small laugh, shaking her head as she crosses the room. “see?” she teases, and presses one of the warm cups into your paint-smudged hands. “you’re proving my point here! it’s 4:30”
you take a sip, sighing as the warmth spreads through you. “you’re my angel”
“i better be,” jackie smiles. she studies you for a moment before nodding toward the canvas. “how long have you been sitting here?”
you shrug, already distracted by your project again. “a while?”
she perches on the edge of your desk, careful not to disturb the scattered sketches and open books. her eyes scan your latest piece; something abstract, bright, and warm.
it’s funny, really. on paper, the two of you would make no sense: jackie, all soccer games, and pep rallies, perfectly put together and effortlessly admired. you, forever covered in paint smudges and endless creativity, always lost in some new artistic obsession. somehow, against all odds, it works.
jackie grounds you when you forget the time, and you remind her to slow down, to breathe. you balance each other, in a way, and have been together long enough that jackie has a spare key to your atelier and no longer questions the paint you inevitably leave on her clothes when she pulls you in for a hug.
“you really could take a break, you know?”
“i could...” you agree. “or you could keep me company while i finish?”
“you’ve been at this all day!” she protests, pouting. “i feel like i should demand some quality time!”
jackie steps closer from behind. you raise a brow at her over your shoulder. “quality time, huh?”
“before you say anything,” she rolls her eyes affectionately, “watching you paint while i sit quietly in the background doesn’t count!”
you grin, dipping your brush into the paint. “i thought you liked watching?”
“i do,” jackie admits immediately, nudging your arm. it’s not something she has to assure you of: she shows up to your atelier first thing after soccer practice, even when she doesn’t have to, gladly watching you work in the quiet. “but i wanna do something together today!”
you tilt your head, amused. “like what?”
jackie hesitates, then shrugs. “i want to paint too!”
that makes you pause. it’s not like you haven’t suggested it before, countless times, actually, but jackie was always the one to turn you down, insisting that art was your thing, not hers. you turn to face her fully, narrowing your eyes. “i thought you said you were bad at it?”
“that’s why i have you!”
you gaze flicks to the half-finished painting in front of you, then back to her. “you’re not touching this one!”
jackie gasps, pressing a hand to her heart theatrically. “wow. no faith in me at all!”
you laugh, already grabbing a fresh canvas and carefully setting it up, replacing your current work. “it’s not about faith,” you explain as you rip off the plastic wrapping. “it’s about the fact that i actually like this painting, and i know you’d get bored halfway through and start doodling soccer balls in the corner!”
jackie doesn’t argue, probably because she knows you’re right. instead, she steps closer, her hands settling lightly on your waist, her chin coming to rest on your shoulder from behind. “fine, fine. i have a better idea anyway!”
you smile, leaning into her touch as you set everything up for whatever jackie is planning.
“hear me out,” jackie presses closer, voice dipping. “i’ll draw,” her fingertips glide over the fabric of your shirt, tracing soft patterns against your back. “on here. and you’ll paint whatever i draw. team effort!”
you glance at her, skeptical. “that’s your idea of quality time?”
“of course!” you can’t help but shiver slightly at her touch, even as you try to hide your smile. jackie’s hands are warm, her fingertips leaving a trail of heat as they linger on the fabric of your shirt.
“alright, artist,” you reach for your paint palette, ”what color are we using?”
jackie hums in thought. “hmm…blue!”
“dark blue? light blue? sky blue?”
she sighs, dramatically. “i don’t know! the nice one!” her eyes flicker over your supplies, scanning all the shades of blue you’ve got. “you know what? just take pink instead” she nudges the side of your neck with her nose and points towards a light shade. “that one”
you snort, grabbing a brush. “you’re really taking this seriously!”
“i am!” she insists, one hands still resting on your waist and eyeing the assortment of brushes. “take that!” jackie points lazily toward a smaller brush.
“that’s a detail brush, jax. i need something bigger if i’m actually gonna paint what you draw!”
she groans, leaning her forehead against your shoulder. “god, you’re such a perfectionist!”
“i’m the perfectionist? i just take my work seriously,” you counter with a smile she cannot see, but grab the brush she picked anyway, just to humor her. “let’s see what you got!”
at that, jackie perks up, her fingers pressing against your back. she starts out slow, drawing a shape between your shoulder blades. “heart,” she murmurs, confirming what you already guessed. you guide your brush across the canvas, recreating the shape with strokes of pink.
when you finish, you wait for her next move. her fingers jump into motion again, tracing something new, more precise. letters.
j.t.
your hesitate, your lips twitching. “your initials? really?”
jackie grins, her fingertips trailing up and down your spine. “you said i could pick!”
your shake your head, but the brush moves anyway, copying the letters onto the canvas. jackie watches, pleased, her hold on you tightening slightly as she shifts closer. “looks good,” she praises.
hyper-aware of how close she is, you swallow. the full length of her body is pressed to yours, holding you comfortably. “yeah,” you manage, barely above a whisper. “it does”
just as you’re about to dip your brush back into the pink, her hands slide down, fingers grazing lower along your waist instead of your back. you pause, sensing the shift. “jackie”
“hm?” she presses the faintest kiss just below your ear. “i think we should switch colors,”
you exhale sharply, trying to keep your grip steady. “do you?”
“mhm,” she hums. her hands rest against your stomach now, thumbs brushing over the hem of your paint-streaked shirt. “red,”
you feel the word more than you hear it. as much as you want to stay focused and not give in to jackie immediately, it’s impossibly difficult with the way her hands are splayed across your skin, how her lips are skimming just below your jaw. you swallow hard, keeping your eyes on the canvas. “red?”
“yeah,” she murmurs, kissing your neck again slower. “it suits you.”
“you’re trying to distract me!”
“is it working?”
yes. god, yes.
you don’t say that, though, just force yourself to dip your brush into the red paint, feigning focus.
jackie laughs softly. “look at you,” she teases, dragging her lips down.
you squeeze your eyes shut. “you’re-“
“here,” she pushes her hands underneath your shirt, feeling up your chest with both palms, cupping your breasts. “oh?” she whispers teasingly when she realizes you’re not wearing a bra. “try that,”
jackie's teeth nibble on your earlobe as her thumb and forefinger circle your nipples. you shiver, head lulling back against her shoulder. “ah, ah, ah!” she scolds. “paint!”
“wha-“
she squeezes them to cut you off, your words morphing into a sharp yelp. “circles, baby,” she says matter of factly, soothing the sharp sting out of your nipples. “circles.”
you comply, at least, reaching for a larger brush to move it in circles across the canvas. the colors spread evenly over the blank background, creating circular patterns that mirror jackie’s touch.
“mhm,” jackie hums, her mouth brushing your neck. her fingers roll your nipples some more, pulling them into full hardness underneath the fabric of your shirt before she runs her hands downward against your sides until her fingertips reach the waistline of your pants, then dip lower.
they leave goosebumps in their wake as she pushes them into your underwear, all the way down, until her middle- and index finger press against your clit.
“o-oh-“ your thighs part instinctively under her gentle touch.
“paint…” jackie singsongs into your ear, simultaneously rubbing featherlight circles.
you try to keep up with the motions, to capture jackie’s touch on canvas before it passes, but it’s hard when she’s gotten so familiar with the outline of your body: she knows exactly where to press, where to dip and rub to get you close to the edge without actually pushing you over it.
jackie gathers your arousal on her fingertips, scoops it up where it’s dripping from you, and spreads it across your stiff clit smoothly.
“that’s it,” she praises when you, even through the haze, manage to repeat it in soft shades of pink and red. “fuck, you’re so wet”
your knuckles whiten under the force of your tight hold on the brush. “jackie,” you sigh, the painting in front of you shifting out of focus as she presses harder between your legs. “jackie, jackie, jackie!”
your hips jerk forward to chase the feeling of her fingers, to have them where you need them the most. “shh it’s okay” jackie assures. she’s biting her lip absentmindedly, looking down to where her hand has disappeared in your underwear. “it's okay, i got you”
you spread your legs a little wider, your body pulsing for her. a gasp falls from your lips at one particular good motion, her fingers curling against a spot that has your eyes rolling back in your head.“is that good for you?” she asks.
you can only give her a short nod before you throb against jackie again, every nerve ending in your body aching. she feels it, too, the way your cunt convulses against her, gushing slick over her fingers. it’s been mere minutes and you’re already trembling from the force of an imminent orgasm.
jackie uses her thumb to stimulate your clit, pumping two of her fingers into you at once. your body accommodates the stretch with ease, walls fluttering around her while she rubs you in tight circles.
“holy shit- right there! right there!” you cry as your body melts into jackie’s embrace and the brush clatters from your hands, paint splattering from the bristles.
this time, jackie doesn’t scold. she keeps up her pace, peppering the back of your neck with soft kisses while you work your body towards its height together. her fingers are steadily fucking into you and you roll your hips against the heel of jackie's hand. it seems harder for her to pull out all the way now, as if your walls are too tight, sucking her into yourself greedily.
she drags along your soft, velvet walls and pushes against your g-spot in a come hither motion each time, coaxing the pleasure out of you easily. she feels your orgasm long before you do, when your body starts to shiver and you clench around her. “come on, baby” she whispers. “i know you’re close, give it to me.”
and, oh, you do. the pleasure in your stomach tightens impossibly until it suddenly snaps and your back arches into jackie‘s front.
when you cum, your legs tremble with the force of your orgasm. they almost give out altogether, but she holds you upright, working you through it until you have no more left in you and collapse against her.
jackie only stops when your limbs start shaking from overstimulation and her wrist begins to ache. then, she slowly removes her hand from between your thighs, holding you through the aftershocks. once you have caught your breath, you let out a chuckle, wiping sweat from your forehead with the back of your head.
“so,” jackie murmurs, nudging your throat with her nose. “this does count as quality time now”
she tilts her head toward the forgotten canvas, her chin still resting on your shoulder: the streaks of pink and red cover and smear over what’s left of her initials and the heart. “pretty sure we ruined our masterpiece!”
you turn your head, eyeing the painting. “abstract,”
she rolls her eyes, but the smile doesn’t fade. she just tugs you closer, pressing a lingering kiss to your temple.
“c’mon,” she murmurs, her palms brushing down your arms before lacing her fingers through your paint-stained ones. “i’ll help you clean up”
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ladykailitha · 3 days ago
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Yellow Daisies Part 3
I appreciate all the love this one has been getting. And after this is the epilogue with Eddie giving Stevie all the flowers in the most ridiculous ways possible. Because we love one enamored goober.
Part 1 Part 2
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5. Valentine’s Day: Red Roses and Purple Lilacs, Hydrangeas, and Roses- True Love and First Emotions of Love, Desire to Understand One Better, and Enchantment
Valentine’s Day was Steve’s favorite day of the year. He loved that he could get flowers for everyone and no one would bat so much as a single eyelash at it.
He was particularly excited because it was his first Valentine’s day with Nancy. He was going to pull out all the stops.
But not in the way everyone thought he was going to do it. He wasn’t a total putz. He knew she was still hurting from Barb’s death and he had assured her it was going to be a quiet night in. His parents had already given him the okay to use the kitchen and the living room, so he was totally set.
He made sure to get her favorite meal and dessert from her. He could have asked Karen or Mike, but he couldn’t be sure Mike wouldn’t fuck with him and that Karen paid attention to Nancy. Or least judging from the comments Nancy had made about her mom lately.
So being absolutely as open and guileless as he could be he planned the perfect night.
Complete with red roses in a vase for the centerpiece and lit candles that weren’t the only lighting. He wanted her to be able to see what she was eating after all.
But it was perfect.
Or it would have been had Nancy not gotten Holly’s cold two days before. Her face was red and puffy, her nose was runny and her eyes watered.
In short she wasn’t going anywhere, least of all, Steve’s.
He still brought her over the presents and treats and even boxed up the meal for her to eat once she was feeling better.
But it was by far the worst Valentine’s Steve had ever had, going to bed sad and alone.
~
Steve was nervous as hell. He hadn’t done anything like this before and he was really anxious. He chewed his lip as he waited for Eddie to answer the door.
Eddie threw open the door and skidded to a stop. “Oh. Hey Steve.”
“Were you expecting someone else?” Steve asked, his heart in his throat.
“Um...” Eddie hummed, pressing his lips together. “Like not a date or anything. Just um... like there have been a lot of ding-dong ditchers today and uh...well...” he scratched the back his neck sheepishly.
Steve’s smile came back in force. “I getcha. Those assholes like to psych each other up into ringing doorbells of so-called ‘scary people’.”
Eddie raised his eyebrow. “You one of those boys, Stevie boy?”
“Once upon a time,” Steve said with a bright laugh. “But these days I know what real fear looks like and a softy who takes in lost sheep under his wing is not one of them.”
“Oh.”
Eddie looked down at the flowers in Steve’s hands. “Have you done something to apologize for again? Because I don’t recall anything you’ve done that requires flowers.”
He reached for them and Steve willingly handed them over. “You do have a fascination with purple flowers, though. I am but a simple man and like red and black.”
Steve’s eyes went wide.
“Not that these aren’t great!” Eddie rushed to assure him. “But I’m just saying if you wanted to get me flowers in the future...”
Steve’s cheeks turned a bright red. “Black tends to mean bad things, but black tulips mean power and strength. And of course red flowers are all about passion and true love.”
Eddie tilted his head to the side. “You really like this flower stuff don’t you?”
Steve nodded.
“You want to come in?” Eddie asked indicating the house behind him. “Wayne works and I was just going to watch horror movies and order pizza, but I wouldn’t mind the company.”
Steve shook his head. “I’ve got to help Robin get ready for her date with Vickie. But I could come by after if that’s okay?”
Eddie brightened up. “Yeah! Give me a call when you’re on your way and I’ll order the pizza so it’ll be hot when you get here.���
“I’d like that.”
Steve turned and thundered down the front stairs, but as he got to the bottom, Eddie called out.
“I know you helped with the flowers Birdie’s gonna give her date tonight,” he said with a grin. “So wha’cha get?”
Steve returning smile was blinding. “White lilies, lavender, and purple violets.”
“And...” Eddie prompted.
“It’s all lesbian love coded.”
Eddie burst out laughing. “Because of course it is. Go on, then. Help our dear Sapphic woo her lady love.”
Steve gave jaunty salute and turned to trot back to his car.
~
Eddie looked at the little card that came with the flowers Steve gave him but all that was written on it was the types of flowers in the bouquet.
He rubbed his chin thoughtfully as he wandered into the kitchen. Wayne had gotten his apology flowers a proper vase when he saw them, so Eddie got that out and filled it with water and carefully placed the flowers in it.
He turned the card over and over in his fingers. He wasn’t going to get anywhere on his own so he did the smart thing and called Jeff.
“This better be important,” Jeff growled. “I actually have plans tonight and really don’t have time for your dramatics.”
“Steve bought me flowers again,” Eddie said softly. “But they aren’t red roses.”
“Huh.” There was silence for another beat before Jeff said, “I can’t say I blame the guy he doesn’t exactly have a good track record with the things.”
Eddie looked over at the purple flowers. “They’re all purple.”
“Purple can mean romance too,” Jeff pointed out. He put his hand over the bottom half of the receiver. “Lacy! Hey do you still have that language of the flowers book you got for that college class of yours?”
“Why?” Lacy, Jeff’s older sister called back.
“Eddie got flowers from a boy well versed in the art.”
There was a brief sound of struggle before he heard a female voice come on. “Which flowers, do you know?”
Eddie burst out laughing. “Hey, Lace. Hello to you too.”
“Shut up,” she huffed. “This is too important. Which flowers, Ed?”
“They’re all purple,” he muttered, “because I know that matters.”
“Good,” she said. She turned to Jeff. “The book is on my desk, top side drawer on the right.”
Jeff grumbled but did as she was told.
“The little card says they are lilacs, hydrangeas, and the roses I knew.”
“All right,” she said fiercely. “So we’ll start with the roses because that’s an easy one. It means enchantment.”
“As in bewitched?” Eddie asked, tilted his head. “I mean that could be romantic, right?”
“Oh yeah,” Lacy agreed. “Then hydrangeas....okay. It says here, desire to deeply understand someone. So... to get to know you really well.”
“Okay,” Eddie said, nodding along. “Paired with the roses that’s definitely romantic.”
“And you said the last one was lilac, right?” she said a little breathless. In the background he heard Jeff swear softly.
“Yep!” Eddie said, popping the P.
“First emotions of love.”
And suddenly Eddie wanted to swear too. “He’s asking me out, isn’t he?”
Jeff wrenched the phone back from Lacy. “Considering it’s Valentine’s Day, dude, that’s a hell yes!”
“So I need to woo him back?” he asked, chewing on his thumb.
“He’s wooed, man,” Jeff said and Eddie could practically hear the eye roll from here. “Just fucking say yes.”
“Got it,” he replied firmly. “Thanks, Jeff. Have a good time on your date.”
Jeff snorted. “You too.”
Eddie hung up the phone and looked over at the flowers. “Holy shit, I have a date.”
He laughed out loud.
~ +1 First Date: Yellow Daisies- Happiness and Joy
That night after kissing Steve senseless and telling him he loved him too, Eddie asked Steve out on a proper first date.
The first thing he did after waking up the next day with a shiny new boyfriend was call Jeff and have him come over to help plan the date. They chatted and gushed about their Valentine’s and how everything went.
“So I want to get him flowers,” Eddie concluded. “Because he’s always giving everyone else them and wanted to do the same for him.”
“And you want to say something in the language of the flowers?” Jeff guessed, since Eddie asked him to bring the book with him.
“Yeah.”
After about an hour or so of pouring over the book, Eddie decided on the best flowers. They were perfect for a first date and for Steve.
He picked Steve up the next day, too eager to wait until ‘date night’ or Friday night as single people called it.
He pulled up to Steve’s house in Wayne’s pickup truck because the last thing he wanted was his crappy old van breaking down on their date. He wanted this to be perfect.
He grabbed the flowers off the seat next to him and let out a slow shuddering breath. He could do this.
He walked up to the double doors which had never been so intimidating before. Not even when he was party crashing to sell drugs. Not even showing up for the first movie night as a friend. Not even when he had a nightmare and drove here on autopilot did they instill this much apprehension.
He took a deep breath and let out slow, then he knocked.
Steve opened the door and Eddie was enthralled by the sight in front of him. Steve was wearing a nice button up with a red sweater over and the bottom shirt’s sleeves rolled up over the sweater. He was wearing nice black acid washed jeans and his white Nike’s.
“Wow,” Eddie breathed. “You look amazing, Stevie.” Then he handed him the flowers. “These are for you.”
Steve blinked at Eddie a moment before taking the flowers. “They’re beautiful.” His cheeks dusted pink.
“They reminded me of you,” Eddie said shyly shoving his hair in front of his face. “Happiness and Joy. Like you.”
Steve’s blush darkened to more of a red then a pink. “You looked up the meaning for me?” He looked up at Eddie through his lashes and Eddie was struck at how beautiful he was in that moment.
“Sure did!” he said brightly. “Jeff’s sister, Lacy loves this sort of stuff too so between the three of us, we found a good one.” He paused for a moment. “I hope.”
Steve grabbed Eddie by the lapels of his jacket to haul him inside away from prying eyes to kiss him breathless. When he finally came up for air, the flowers were a little squished but otherwise fine.
“They’re perfect,” Steve murmured. “I love them.”
A small, fragile smile lit up on Eddie’s face. Then Steve kissed him and with every kiss, Eddie and his smile grew more confident.
Steve finally stopped kissing him and Eddie was a little sad about it but at least he got to see his pretty face.
“These are the first flowers anyone has ever given me,” Steve murmured with a goofy smile on his face.
“I know,” Eddie said softly. “That’s why I wanted them to be special.” He stroked Steve’s cheek. “Because you’re special and deserving of flowers as much if not more than anyone else, sweetheart, because you take so good care of everyone, you need to be recognized for it. And I’m going to be the one to show that same amount of love and care.”
Steve kissed him again and then turned to walk into the kitchen. Eddie followed close behind to see what he was doing. He watched in absolute joy as Steve carefully unwrapped the flowers, filled a vase and put the flowers in the water.
Eddie was a little surprised when Steve cut the stems before putting them in the water. “Did they not fit in the vase?”
Steve looked over his shoulder. “Hmm?” Eddie pointed to the cut stems on the counter. “Oh! No. They fit just fine. It’s just helps the stems get water better. Over time the stems get hard and they start to dry out.”
“So cutting them helps them live longer?” Eddie asked, walking into the kitchen to touch one of the blooms.
“Yeah,” Steve said with a soft dusting a pink across his cheeks. “And I want to be able to keep for as long as possible.” He ducked his head and scratched his cheek. “Especially after reading your note. Then I was going to have Dustin’s mom dry them for me so they last forever.”
The note had read: ‘I will love you until the last petal falls- xxxooo Eddie’
Eddie chuckled and picked up one of the fallen stems and twirled it in his fingers. “Those must be some pretty fucking strong sheers, babe.”
Steve turned to him with a frown of confusion, so Eddie dropped the stem into Steve’s hand. Steve held it up and then burst out laughing. He searched the vase for the right flower and pulled it out.
“Don’t want the metal I just accidentally exposed to ruin the water and kill the other flowers,” he said with a giggle. He twirled the silk flower in his hand with that goofy grin come back in full force.
He looked up at Eddie and Eddie melted on the spot. There was just so much love and adoration coming from Steve that Eddie was helpless in the face of it all.
So he did the only thing he could think of and kiss that beautiful smile. When he pulled back, Steve’s blush had returned a third time.
“Come on, sweetheart,” Eddie said brightly. “Let’s go on that date!”
“I can’t wait.”
~
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8- @gutterflower77 @a-lovely-craziness @just-a-tiny-void @w1ll0wtr33 @beelze-the-bubkiss
9- @xxbottlecapx @chaotic-waffle @im-sam-fucking-winchester
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cottonlemonade · 2 days ago
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Tsukki’s Pining
word count: 753 || avg. reading time: 2 mins.
pairing: University AU!Tsukishima x popular chubby!Reader
genre: fluff
warnings: none
request: Hi I would love For breakfast and dinner to have a #14 to study possibly at the museum with Tsukishima. Thank you so much! Love your writing sm. It's been helping me destress these last few days 💞 || fluffy, part-time job with rival crush Tsukishima
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Your popularity was of great annoyance to Tsukishima.
Every couple of steps there seemed to be yet another person you knew that drew you into yet another pointless conversation, distracting you from your job and, ultimately, him.
It was only natural for the two top students of the department to get the highly sought-after internships at the museum and while at first he thought you wanted to work in the same areas as he did to spite him, he quickly found he really didn’t mind spending more time with you alone. At least that’s what a not-so-quiet, but quickly suppressed, corner of his brain said.
Unfortunately, however, every other day there was some guy, looking lost at the exhibits and lighting up when he saw you. He’d come over and strike up an excited conversation, and you’d giggle or hug him even until, eventually, you’d wave a merry goodbye.
Unlike most other people in the department, Tsukishima didn’t have a crush on you - officially. His heart didn’t flutter when you looked at him, his brain function wasn’t restricted when you gave him a smile, and he could easily form full sentences packed full of sarcasm and pettiness in your presence - officially.
In reality, much like everyone else, he had quickly fallen for your charm. With your witty nature and passion for the subject, he had caught (and scolded) himself too many times staring at you during lectures and study sessions, clenching his jaw when he saw you walking hand in hand with another winner over the campus, and he didn’t even have to pretend to be sick to his stomach when he found you making out in the back of the library - annoyingly, right in front of a book he needed. The guy had looked as if he didn’t even know how to spell pterodactyl, and the mental image popping up from that memory still made his blood boil.
Today wasn’t any different. You were both currently deeply engrossed in a discussion about the possible layout for a new exhibit when some stocky dark-haired guy with a megawatts smile and unaware expression beelined to you.
“Y/n! Fancy meeting you here.”
You chuckled in that charming way of yours and noted, “At the place where I work?”
The guy joined in your laughter, not the least bit embarrassed, and stepped closer, only to notice Tsukishima’s cold eyes on him.
“Oh hey! You’re Bunazawa, right?”
“Tsukishima.”, the tall blonde corrected him with a twitch of his brow.
“Ah. Well, I was close.” The other guy said good-naturedly.
“How is tha-“
You interrupted, “What brings you here?”
“I wanted to ask if you wanna come out tonight. I would have texted, but I know you can’t carry your phone with you during work.”
“Sure, I’d love to.”
“Awesome!”
Tsukishima longed for the world that existed 2 minutes ago. Back when he didn’t have to witness you making some jock blush with a simple tilt of your head.
Especially now, as the guy turned to him, obviously in the mood for bonding - an attempt that he very much wanted to smother immediately.
“So, you also study pal-pealeo-pa-paleonlo- dinosaur science?”
Tsukishima had the perfect retort ready, one that would make this guy sorry for ever even considering to procreate when you took his hand to stop him, squeezing it while you kept your small talk going. His skin tingled, his palm felt too sweaty, and he didn’t hear anything you or the guy even said until he was already leaving. And you let go of him again.
Now that his thoughts became linear once more, he couldn’t help himself, “Dinosaur science? Really?”
You smirked at his judgy tone and had the audacity to shrug and reply, “What can I say? He’s a great kisser.”
“I didn’t need to know that.”, Tsukishima grumbled, “And start telling your boyfriends to stop coming here and interrupting our work. It’s annoying to have them drool over you all the time.”
You studied his face for a second with a knowing smile. “What, you don’t agree with them?”, you teased and struck a pose, hands on your pudgy hips.
Every muscle in his face protested when he suppressed a smile, “To me, you’re one of those chubby cats on social media rolling on the floor and chasing leaves.”
“Are you calling me fat?”, you asked, jokingly.
No, I was calling you cute, you idiot., he thought, but would sooner go out with one of your fans himself than admit that out loud.
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art: the insanely talented @freaka-loonyz on Instagram
a/n: this is the last request of the university event! Thank you so, so much to everyone who requested, and so sorry to the people who had to wait months for their request to get done!! I hope you, dear anon who asked for this one, liked it, and thank you for your kind words! 🌟
I will take a bit of a break from request games because this one took so much out of me for no reason! 🥲
Special thank you to @haikyu-mp4 for helping me figure this one out 🫶🏻✨
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sc0tters · 3 days ago
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Comforts and Kisses | Will Smith & Macklin Celebrini
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summary: when the sharks lose another game there is only one person Macklin and Will want to see, you.
request: yes/no
warnings: throuple, minor to minimal swearing
word count: 1.09k
authors note: hello loves! this is our first attempt at a throuple that had nothing to do with a threesome and I have to say that I actually really enjoyed this little piece, so if you saw my post I am tempted to turn this into a drabble series so let me know if it is something you guys want because it would be driven by what you guys want to see. this is apart of the one shot wonder event which still has space for requests if you are interested!
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The boys were feeling rough after the loss. 
You already knew they were coming straight to yours after the game after you couldn’t make it, needing to get course work done. They always felt like they didn’t do as well when you weren’t in the crowd. Nevertheless, they understood that your studies took priority “baby?” Macklin called out as he opened the door to your apartment “living room!” You got up, not entirely sure where your boys wanted to go. Sometimes they’d arrive, desperate for a shower, sometimes it was dinner, and other times it was just wanting to hold you. 
Their footsteps were heavy against your floorboards “shouldn’t have left your door unlocked.” Will clicked his tongue, seeing you in one of his hoodies “didn’t know if you guys had your keys.” You explained that Macklin was notorious for forgetting his key at yours. 
But whatever potential argument was about to start, was cut off when you saw how the younger boy’s cheeks were tear-stained “sweet boy.” You sighed, opening your arms for Macklin to walk straight into them. 
He instantly melted into your touch “we played like shit today.” His words made you frown when your fingers ran through his hair “you tried.” You shook your head “you both did.” Will didn’t often need to be comforted by you but that didn’t mean that he didn’t like to be acknowledged. 
Your way with words often made Macklin feel better “yeah maybe you should tell your dad about that.” Your dad was the coach of the team so Will sometimes took his anger out on you “yeah I’ll make sure to bring it up during family dinner and I’ll even tell him that I’m fucking two of his players.” You scoffed, hating how the blonde would let his feelings about your dad choose how he reacted to you sometimes. 
Will felt his lips push into a thin line “please don’t fight.” Macklin pleaded, running his fingers along you the waistband of your shoulders “not tonight.” His words were soft while he kissed your collarbone. 
You both felt bad looking at the younger boy “you’re right.” You ran your fingers along his cheek before pulled him into a kiss. Macklin felt your tongue run along his lower lip before you pulled away. 
His cheeks were red, making you smile “I am sorry.” You apologised to Will, watching him rake his fingers through his hair “me too.” He motioned to you to come closer to him. 
Will couldn’t help but sigh “it has been a rough week.” The boys had lost three games on the bounce so they were looking forward to a few days off “how can I help you?” Will loved how caring you always were and he made that known as he kissed your forehead. 
A smile formed in Macklin’s face seeing you two okay again “I honestly just want to forget about the last few days.” Will’s confession came as you pressed a peck against his lips, assuming that he meant sex “you wanna pick a movie for us Mack?” The offer made his teammate’s eyes light up. 
Will squeezed your hand “maybe later for that, Mack has been talking about a cuddle all day.” Your cheeks turned red feeling the older boy kiss your earlobe as he whispered his words to you. 
Macklin sat on the couch with the remote in his hand as he stared at the screen “don’t go sitting anywhere that isn’t right here baby.” He patted the side of the couch next to him as it was your usual spot “you coming with us?” It was a two-seater couch but they often found themselves sat resting against you as you’d play with their hair. 
Will nodded, sending you a smile when he sat down before he pulled you into his lap “fast and furious baby?” You asked watching Macklin press play “you okay with that?” He never wanted to disappoint you so he was constantly double-checking. 
You softly smiled tapping your chest “c’mere.” Macklin didn’t need to be told twice as he rested his head on your shoulder “thank you.” He kissed your neck, not entirely sure how else to please you in that moment. 
Will mimicked his teammates actions as he too begun to nip at your neck “fuck.” You caught your lower lip between your teeth as you arched your back against the couch “you good?” Will reached, watching Macklin lean up to your lips. 
The younger boy teased you, letting his lips dance over yours “thought I was meant to be making you both feel better?” You breathed wanting to pull Macklin closer to you. 
And the younger boy wasn’t going to stop you from that as his lips grazed yours “you being here makes us feel better sweet girl.” Will cooed seeing how his words made you smile “shush it’s getting to a good part!” Macklin grumbled, shooting the both of you a glare before he rested his head back on your shoulder. 
The boy brought your hand into his hair, emphasising what he wanted from you “bossy.” Will mouthed making you smile as you kissed the younger boys head. The blonde ran his fingers over your thigh, he knew he should have been watching the movie but still feeling a little irritated, he loved how you looked in his hoodie. 
His eyes staring at you made your thighs press together “such a pretty girl.” The blonde boy mumbled resting his head on your other shoulder, opting to behave for the night as his hand sat on your stomach. Softly, he pushed your hoodie up to reveal your skin. He knew your stomach was sensitive and he played into that when he looked up at you. 
Macklin was just watching the movie, occasionally turning his head to kiss you “stop it.” You warned Will after he had been the one to turn you down earlier “I just wanna feel what my hoodie has got to feel all day.” Will whispered into your ear with a smirk. 
His calloused fingers were rough against your soft skin “don’t remember telling you to take it.” It had been in his own closet, so you took it when you were over having out with them “looks so much better on me, though, don’t it?” You winked blowing him a kiss before Macklin sucked at his teeth. 
The brunette reached up to grab your jaw with two of his fingers “watch it doll.” He ordered wanting you both to shut up because at least then you focus on playing with his hair. 
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sturniololuvz · 2 days ago
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Could do one where the triplets sister is older maybe like 25 and she’s married and she has a kid like maybe her telling them and then them meeting the baby for the first time?
yesss
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“The Best Surprise”
Sturniolos x sister
Y/N hadn’t seen her brothers in months. Life had been hectic—being 25, married, and a mom now meant things were a little different. But today was special. Today, she was finally going to introduce them to the most important little person in her life.
She sat on the couch, bouncing her baby, Luca, gently in her arms while waiting for the triplets to arrive. Her heart pounded with nerves and excitement. She had told them she had big news a while ago but never actually said what it was. She wanted to tell them in person, and now that Luca was a few months old, she felt ready.
Then, the front door burst open.
“WHERE IS SHE?!” Chris shouted dramatically as he entered, Nick and Matt right behind him.
Y/N laughed, rolling her eyes. “I’m literally right here.”
Matt narrowed his eyes. “Yeah, but what’s the big news?”
Nick sighed. “If you made us rush over here just to say you got another dog—”
Then, they saw her shift slightly, revealing the tiny baby in her arms.
Silence.
Three identical pairs of wide eyes stared at her.
Chris was the first to react. “OH. MY. GOD.”
Matt’s jaw dropped. “NO WAY.”
Nick blinked. “Is that a baby?”
Y/N grinned. “Yeah, guys, this is Luca. Your nephew.”
The room exploded.
“NEPHEW?!”
“YOU HAD A BABY?”
“WHEN DID THIS HAPPEN??”
Y/N burst out laughing at their reactions. “I tried to tell you guys, but I wanted to do it in person!”
Chris ran his hands through his hair, pacing. “Dude, I thought you were gonna say you got a new car or something. Not that you made a whole person!”
Nick was still frozen in place, staring at the baby. “I’m an uncle… I’m an uncle?”
Matt stepped closer, a huge grin breaking across his face. “Can I hold him?”
Y/N nodded and carefully passed Luca over. Matt cradled him with surprising gentleness, his face softening as he stared down at the baby. “Holy crap. He’s so tiny.”
Chris leaned over his shoulder. “Dude, he looks like you.”
Nick finally snapped out of his daze and rushed forward. “Okay, let me hold him next.”
One by one, they all got their turn holding Luca, their initial shock melting into pure admiration. The baby yawned, stretching his little arms, and all three triplets lost their minds.
Chris clutched his chest. “DID YOU SEE THAT? HE YAWNED! THAT WAS THE CUTEST THING I’VE EVER SEEN.”
Nick shook his head in awe. “Bro, we are literally uncles. This is insane.”
Matt looked at Y/N, his eyes filled with emotion. “I can’t believe you’re a mom.”
Y/N smiled, feeling her heart swell. “Me neither. But I wouldn’t change a thing.”
That day, the Sturniolo triplets officially became the best uncles ever—and Luca had the coolest, loudest, and most loving family he could ever ask for.
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lou-struck · 2 days ago
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Around Again
Sheishiro Nagi x reader
-Your day at the waterpark turns stressful when you lose your sleeping boyfriend on the Lazy river. 
W.c. 1.8k
Warnings: Reader goes a bit crazy in the heat, sunburns, dehydration
a/n: It’s Wip Mountain Charlie! 
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"Hey, Wake up Lovebirds,. We're here," a voice calls, walking you from your accidental nap. 
The tinted windows of the team's van dull the brightness of the sun just beyond the glass as you blink slowly. The chill of the air conditioning has you nuzzling into the warm body of your boyfriend, Sheishiro Nagi, as his head of snow-white hair stirs against your shoulder. 
"Are we there already?"
"No, we just decided to walk the rest of the way," Reo responds sarcastically as the other men pile out of the rental van with eager smiles on their faces. 
After a grueling season, the Blue Lock team was in desperate need of a vacation, and Reo, as the resident rich friend, was kind enough to invite everyone over to one of his family's luxurious vacation homes, which just so happens to be about an hour away from a very nice waterpark.
The tall, twisting water slides cast a shadow over the team's VIP parking spot as you climb out of the backseat. Having lost his pillow, Sheishiro grumbles but follows soon after. 
"You guys unload, I'll head on inside and book us a private cabana. There are too many of us to all get seats next to each other." the purple-haired man says as if it is no big deal. "Let's all meet up for lunch in a few hours."
You nod and walk through the gravel to the back of the van, where the soccer players are sorting through the bags. Apparently most of them decided to use the same exact bag for packing, so the sorting process is taking much longer. 
"Here's your bag y/n," Rin says, handing you your cloth beach bag. His drawstring bag rests on his arm, heavy under the weight of the horror novels he packed for the trip.
"Thank you, I hope you get some time to read today." you smile taking the wolven handles.
He shakes his head doubtfully and glances toward an overly enthusiastic Bachira, who is pointing animatedly at the park's entrance map. "Me too, but Bachira has threatened to send me down every water slide in the park."
"Mmmhmm, the yellow-eyed man nods as you walk over to him, "It's a bucket list thing; you should come with us; it will be so much fun. Isagi here even promised not to puke."
"Hey. It's not like I want to," the blue-haired man says embarrassedly. "I'm just not used to going on all the rides."
"I'm not going anywhere until my sunscreen sets in." Chigiri frowns behind his shades. "I'll be in the shade until then."
"I'll go with you," Rin says immediately following after the pink haired man leaving Bachira to pull Isagi towards the first looming tower. 
"It looks like it's just us," your boyfriend says, looking around the bustling park. "What do you want to do first y/n?"
"Maybe we should find the cabana and put our bags down," you mention, noticing that his fair cheeks are already turning pink under the harsh sun. "We can put on some sunscreen while we are there, too; you look like you are already getting burnt."
He frowns and looks at you with puppy dog eyes, "do I have to? Sunscreen is such a pain to have to put on over and over again."
You roll your eyes and give him a fond smile. "Yes, you'll thank yourself later."
"Fine, then could you put it on me?" he asks softly. "Since you want me to wear it so badly."
You swat playfully at his shoulder, the act not harming him in the slightest. "Fine."
"Ow, you hit me." he pouts like the big baby he is and rubs gingerly at the spot. "That hurt, why do you hate me?"
"I don't hate you; I love you and want to make sure you don't get sunburnt." you scold; you watch as he tries and fails to keep the soft smile from breaking through his poker face. 
"I love you too," he smiles, taking a step closer to you; his hands come to rest on your waist as he presses his lips to yours. The blissful, lazy rhythm of his lips makes you forget about the heat of the sun and the crowded waterpark for a moment. Until his too-warm forehead comes to rest against yours. 
As much as it pains you to do so, you push away from him. "I'm going to go and get us a bottle of sunscreen. Could you take our bag to the beach area where the cabanas are?"
"Yeah, I can do tha~" he yawns, handing you his credit card. 
"Tired already?" 
"Yeah, the sun drained my battery, so I'll just shut my eyes until you come back."
"In the shade please," you tease, walking off to go and buy some of the park's overpriced sunscreen before your boyfriend turns into a lobster. 
~
Instead of buying one tube of sunscreen, you approach the cabana with a bag full because you know in your heart that (with the exception of Chigiri) these footballers have not even thought about sunscreen all day. 
When they come back to practice next week, their coach would be beyond furious if his starting lineup was out of commission due to sun poisoning. Sand from the man-made beach slips under your sandals as you walk along the edge of the lazy river. Dozens of people float along the strong current in innertubes completely at peace in the water. Rin and Chigiri are the only ones in the cabana when you enter; they both look content as they flip through their books, but your boyfriend is nowhere to be found. 
"If you're looking for Nagi, I would check the Lazy River," Rin says without glancing up from his novel. "He said it looked like something he would want to try."
"Oh, thank you," you reply, setting the bag of sunscreen down on an empty chair. "I got this for everyone, so feel free to use some."
"Thanks, we'll need it," Chigiri says gratefully.
As you walk down to the bank of the lazy river, you peer out at the people floating by, some wave, but you are far too distracted when you notice a wooden sign on the riverbank. 
Welcome to the World's Longest Lazy River
Shit…
If Nagi got on here, he could be halfway around the park by now. You could wait here for him to come back around, but standing out here in the hot sun seems like the last thing you want to do. 
The water, just meters away, calls out to you like a siren, and as the sun beats down on you, you cave and answer it.
Grabbing an empty green and white striped innertube, you step into the water; the strong current pulls you away from the shore before you can consider turning back.
Your legs kick as furiously as a water polo player as you try to steer your way around the dozens of tubes in your path. Until you see a head of white hair bobbing in the distance.
"Sheishrio," you call out to him. Your legs still kicking through the shallow water. 
When he doesn't respond, worry that he has fallen asleep in the tube. If you don't find him soon, it is very possible he could spend all day floating along the river and baking under the UV rays. 
As a large group of people enter the river in front of you, he disappears from your view. 
It takes far longer than necessary to get around the group, but when you do, you come across a fork in the path. 
You sigh and decide to lift your feet and go where the current wants you to go. You bob through the refreshing river and are sent under a waterfall. The moment the colder water hits your forehead, you realize that you are baking in this heat as well. 
Waves fizzle in the air as you spot a head of white floating along the river lazily. Ditching your tube entirely, you swim with the current, the yellow and white striped innertube bobbing closer and closer to your outstretched hand. 
Your fingers slip as they find purchase on the slippery rubber donut, spinning it around, "I found you~"
An older woman who looks to be in her 70's pulls her oversized sunglasses down he nose and glares at you with murderous intent.
"What the heck did you stop me for?"
"Sorry, I was looking for someone," you say, quickly letting go of the tube and pushing it (and her) away from you as she flips you the bird. 
You're too hot
You're thirsty
Where is your boyfriend?
The heat has clearly gotten the better of you as you slap at the water in fevered frustration. Your head pounds as you look forward. 
"What's wrong?" a familiar voice says from behind you. "You don't look too good."
You sigh deeply, "I'm trying to find my boyfriend, but the river is too damn long, and it's too hot out here to think."
A slightly pink hand takes yours, and you come face to face with the very man you have been searching for. 
"I win," he smiles, his hair damp from the waterfall, and his cheeks are more than just a little pink, but you have a feeling you look worse. "Now let's go get you out of the sun for a bit, yeah?"
~
Back in the shade and luxury air conditioning of the cabana, you are sprawled out on one of the Adirondack chairs. Sheishroi brings you what seems like your millionth glass of ice water and readjusts the cold compresses on your neck and forehead. 
"How you feeling" he asks, cupping your face with his cold fingers. 
"A lot cooler now," you sigh, leaning into his touch. "I felt like I was boiling out there."
"I know, I saw," he says, taking your other hand and coaxing the glass to your lips. "Drink up."
You down the glass in greedy gulps, noticing for the first time the sweet hint of the infused fruit inside. "How did you get behind me? You couldn't have gone all the way around the park in that short of time." 
"The river got boring without you after the first bend, so I got out at the next opening. And then I saw you float by. I wanted to catch up with you, but you were moving so fast."
"Because I was looking for you," you murmur. "I wanted to help you, and now you're the one having to take care of me instead of having fun with everyone else."
"I like taking care of you," he says, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead. "Besides, if you want, we can take a quick nap in the shade and then see how we are feeling about going down those water slides in a little bit."
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flyinguraniumrod · 3 days ago
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A thing that I have never seen anyone bring attention to: the lines under Cyberverse Astrotrain's eyes
In 3d it really looks like dimples under the eyes, yes
(the pic is better without the zoom buuttt at least the thing is more visible, also, I don't feel like looking for screenies in the show rn)
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I've been feeling the need to mention this for quite a long time and I got reminded of that today rkjxwkktkgnrnt
Let's take these two elements of his face's design into consideration: the lines that go under his eyes and the lines that go from the sides of his mouth. One knows what those are when translated to human standards.
On one hand, they can indicate greater age, being tired. And on the other one, they could additionally be tied to severe and long lasting stress, even trauma, which could have come from his experiences in the universe he originates from.
I shall also add another thing that I have just noticed: his eyes seem to be rotated outwards quite a bit? Unless, it's just a matter of perspective in this one scene... oh wait it did turn out that it's just the perspective but I will keep this part here anyways, lol
That's the thing which makes me one of the people who wish we knew more about that alternate reality, in which Megatron wins the Great War and creates a master race of Decepticons, additionally getting rid of those who he deemed unecessary. Honestly, if there were a few or so episodes set in it, exploring the world, showing the processes that had happened among the Decepticon ranks, the fates of those who resisted, I would have watched them with excitement (well, I'd probably even want 2 whole seasons of that, lol).
Coming back to the topic of Astrotrain, saying that he looks tired is an understatement. He was kept close and abused for milions of years, even tortured. He has a fear of coming back to his original universe, his old master (therefore, the original Cyberberse Megatron has means of threatening him). Addtionally, it is extremely possible that he lost a few 'cons who were close or even very close to him during his universe's Megatron's purges and executions. Astrotrain is a triple-changer whose massive size combined with the shuttle alt mode make him a very valuable asset, as it is obvious that transporting troops is a crucial element. (Well, transporting the high-command could also be an important thing to such a tyrant as "the other" Megatron, hoh)
And yes, all that while keeping in mind the way he acts, the sadism in his personality, the way how he likes to joke.
All of that makes Cyberverse Astrotrain (and maybe even Astrotrain as a character in general, not just the one from this show) yet another triple-changer with a considerable amount of character and character depth building potential. I shall repeat this: I am of the opinion that the triple-changers are really underused in this franchise, even though I know that the reason why they don't appear so often could be how difficult it is to make decent toys of them, lol. Oh and I am not going to forget about the potential they have in fights (especially Blitzwing tbh)
Oh, I will also come back to the very first line of this yapping session: I haven't been on tumblr for too long so I shall ask: if there is some truly splendid annalysis of Astrotrain then I would really appreciate a link to it if that's possible! (Could also be that of any other triple-changer)
Man, would be noice to see a post with Cyberverse Astrotrain that isn't just about shipping him with Dead End, hahah /hj
However, lastly, I would like to mention @/elili0000's quite-old artwork regarding the story about Cyberverse Astrotrain and their own version of Cyberverse Blitzwing that they had made. It's been a while but I remember that I found it amazing, lol
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astrolook · 2 days ago
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Decode the Universe: Why astrology and tarot are the ultimate power couple! #1
Hey, my beautiful Lightseekers! The past couple of days have been a bit rough—I wasn’t feeling my best, but I’m finally getting back on track. How have you all been? I hope the stars have been kind to you. Let me know in the comments—I’d love to hear from you! Now, let’s dive into today’s topic.
Whenever I do birth chart readings for people, I always associate their placements with the tarot cards. It helps me to give them clarity and profound insights on what their chart is up to.
Imagine if your birth chart and your tarot deck went on a cosmic coffee date. One brings the big picture—your life’s blueprint, personality, and destiny—while the other spills the daily tea with intuitive insights and unexpected plot twists. Sounds like a match made in the stars, right? 🌟✨
Astrology gives you the roadmap, showing where you’re headed, and tarot gives you real-time updates—kind of like a GPS that also tells you if you need to pull over for a reality check.
Both Astrology and Tarot are like your besties that are brutally honest with you - whether you're ready or not. Astrology gives you coordinates(Your Venus in Scorpio in 8th house explains why you stalk your crush like an FBI agent), while tarot slaps down cryptic messages like "You got the Hanged Man… now figure it out." Either way, you’re left scratching your head, but somehow it all makes sense later.
Let’s be real—neither will give you a straight-up lottery number, but they do drop hints. They won't spoil the movie, but will tease the trailer for it and its our job to decode it.
First of all, CONTEXT IS IMPORTANT IN BOTH ASTROLOGY & BIRTH CHART!
For example, Venus in the 1st house makes the chart holder attractive to the opposite sex. These natives loves massages, hot bath and could be having long hair etc. in general. But what sign is the Venus residing in? What other planets are aspecting the ascendant? Is Venus afflicted? Is Venus aspecting other planets? We have to take everything in account. The result would drastically change in the end.
This is where Tarot comes in and let us know what is happening here. The Empress tarot card - aka the divine mom or the divine goddess of the tarot deck. When she appears in a reading in a strength position, it could represent many things such as abundance, security, fertility, mother earth, even your mother or it could represent yourself as well. It is linked with the Planet Venus.
So Today we will see about which card represent each of you according to your birth date. I'll start this as a series and will post about it in the chronological order. I will cover this topic within a few parts as its tough to cover all of them in a single post. Hope you all stick with me. Lets start with Aries people or who has Aries placements in their birth chart.
Aries : March 21-Apr 20/Aries Placements: Mars/Sun/Venus in Aries
Mars in Aries - The Emperor - "I make the rules. I enforce the rules. You’re welcome."
Mars in Aries people has Big Boss Energy.
Sets boundaries like a pro. Reliable AF.
No procrastination, just action. The way they handle their finances is really a kind of superpower.
Aries Mars people probably invented confidence.
On the flip side, if mars is afflicted, these people could be control freaks and micromanages everything. They love authority... sometimes too much. My way or the highway energy.
Sun in Aries : The Tower - "Everything’s fine—just kidding, total meltdown. Enjoy the plot twist!"
The Universe’s Way of Saying, “Surprise, Sucker!”
The No BS people - That toxic job? That fake friend? That bad relationship? BOOM. Cleared out like expired milk. You didn’t wanna throw it out, but now you have to.
Tough love & if these people lost everything in life, they rebuild it like a boss.
If sun is afflicted, these people can be stubborn and avoid changes like a pro. They simply ignore their problems and hopes it would go away..nope, it won't.
Venus in Aries : Queen of Wands - "I walk in, and the room gets 10 degrees hotter."
Venus in Aries people are magnetic AF. People just want to be around them.
These people are like your personal cheerleader and hotter too.
They get what they want. Period.
Loves cats.
Gets bored easily. Will ghost people without warning.
If Venus is afflicted, these people could be hot-headed. Confidence or cocky? Depends on Who you ask. Could be attention seeking.
Taurus : April 21-May 20/Taurus Placements: Mercury / Moon / Saturn in Taurus
Mercury in Taurus : The Hierophant - "Rules exist for a reason. And yes, I wrote them."
Mercury in Taurus people are a walking Wikipedia.
They give you free life advice whether you want it or not.
They respect their elders and follow traffic rules.
Good at teaching and math too. They may love to read books/articles related to spirituality, religion and astrology.
Could be agnostic or an atheist too if mercury is in retrograde.
The good thing is that these people could be bilingual or interested in learning other cultures and religions as well.
If Mercury is afflicted, they could be stuck in the past or could be judgy AF. Won't follow what they preach.
Moon in Taurus : The Empress - "Life’s a garden, and I’m the queen of the harvest."
These people embodies motherly energy and totally a goddess.
These people love unconditionally and turns Pinterest board into reality.
Invented glow.
Strong leadership skill and can make their dreams come true one day.
Bubble baths are a lifestyle. Skin care routines are a must.
On the flip side, if moon is afflicted, these people could be smothering, overbearing, over-protective, etc or their mother could be having these traits. Could give menstrual issues.
Saturn in Taurus : King of Pentacles - "Success isn’t an option—it’s the only way."
This is a good placement for buying and investing in real estate properties.
These people doesn't like cheap things. Saturn in Taurus people eat like there's no tomorrow. Won't waste food.
Would give you gifts if they think you are worth it.
Loyal and stable like a golden retriever.
On the flip side, these people could be a workaholic and stubborn as a bull. Low-key possessive. Could be calling their partner 10 times a day or actually put a tracker on them. Won't tip extra. Stingy.
I'll write about the next two signs Gemini and Cancer in the next post. Stay Tuned!
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dulcescorderitas · 2 days ago
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Heyy!!<3 Hope you're doing well today!
Was wondering if you could write up something about Dean x girlfriend reader smoking💚 I don't think Dean is an every day stoner, but I think every now and again he partakes just to keep his mood in check, clear his mind and find some peace for a while. I'm imagining like sitting on the trunk of the Impala, staring up at the stars and sharing a blunt while talking about life and laughing<3
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the impala's parked on the side of some deserted backroad, miles away from the neon glow of city lights. out here, the stars feel closer, like you could reach up and pluck one right out of the sky if you wanted to.
dean’s sitting on the trunk, legs spread out like he’s got all the time in the world, one arm draped over his knee while the other holds the blunt between his fingers. he’s already taken a hit, exhaling slow, letting the smoke curl up into the night like it belongs there.
“you ever just think about how fucking small we are?” you ask, leaning back on your hands, staring up at the sky.
he lets out a low chuckle, shaking his head. “not when i can help it.” but he passes you the blunt anyway, watching as you bring it to your lips, inhale deep. the burn hits first, then the slow roll of warmth through your veins, spreading like honey, thick and sweet.
“you should,” you say, holding in the smoke before letting it go. it drifts between you, hanging for a moment before the breeze takes it away. “kinda makes everything feel less important. all the bullshit, y’know?”
dean hums, tilting his head like he’s considering it. “or it makes everything feel worse. like, if none of it matters, why the hell do we keep fighting so hard?”
“’cause we don’t got a choice,” you say simply, taking another hit before passing it back. “but just for tonight, maybe we don’t have to think about it.”
he looks at you then, really looks at you, and there’s something softer in his expression, something unguarded. “yeah,” he says, bringing the blunt to his lips again, “maybe.”
the two of you sit in silence for a while, the only sounds the rustling of the trees and the distant chirp of crickets. everything feels heavier and lighter at the same time, the way weed has a habit of making things. you lean into his side, your head resting against his shoulder, and he doesn’t move away. just lets you be there, lets the warmth of him settle into you.
“you remember that time we got stuck in that shitty motel in kansas?” he asks suddenly, a grin tugging at the corner of his lips. “the one with the vibrating bed?”
you burst out laughing, the memory hitting all at once. “oh my god, yes! you put a quarter in just to see if it worked and the damn thing almost threw us off.”
“i still think that place was haunted,” he says, taking another hit. “no way in hell that bed moved that fast on its own.”
“or maybe you’re just bad at physics.”
he scoffs, nudging you lightly with his shoulder. “watch it, sweetheart.”
you smirk, stealing the blunt from his fingers, letting your lips brush against where his just were. his gaze flickers to your mouth, just for a second, before he looks back up at the sky.
“so,” he says after a moment, voice a little rougher now. “you ever think about just... running away? ditching all this hunter crap and going somewhere quiet?”
it’s a dangerous question. one you’ve both thought about but never dared to say out loud. you glance at him, see the way his jaw tenses, like he already knows the answer.
“sometimes,” you admit. “but it wouldn’t last. we’re too deep in it.”
he nods, doesn’t argue. just watches as you take one last hit before stubbing the blunt out on the metal of the impala’s trunk.
“yeah,” he murmurs, voice almost lost to the night. “i know.”
he shifts then, turning towards you, his eyes dark and a little hazy, his lips parted like he's on the edge of saying something. but he doesn’t speak—just reaches up, fingers brushing against your jaw, tilting your face toward his.
“been thinking about this for a while,” he admits, voice low, rough.
before you can say anything, his lips are on yours, slow at first, tasting of smoke and warmth and something undeniably dean. his hand slides to the back of your neck, pulling you in closer as the kiss deepens, the air between you thick with heat, with need.
his fingers tangle in your hair, his other hand gripping your hip as he pulls you flush against him. the kiss grows hungrier, his teeth grazing your bottom lip before he deepens it, tongue sliding against yours in a slow, intoxicating rhythm. the heat coils low in your belly, a delicious, lazy burn that makes your head spin.
you let out a quiet sound against his mouth, and he groans in response, his hand tightening on your hip. he breaks the kiss just long enough to catch his breath, his forehead pressed against yours.
“guess we’re not thinking about anything else tonight, huh?” you whisper, lips still tingling.
dean smirks, his thumb brushing over your cheek, then trails lower, his fingers skimming the bare skin beneath your shirt. “not a damn thing.”
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ladykailitha · 2 days ago
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You're a Dream to Me Part 2
Woohoo! I love the response the first part got for this! Keep it up! I loved every like, comment, and reblog!
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
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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.
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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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runningincircl3s · 15 hours ago
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Sinematic
Vinny Mauro x Reader
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Prologue
chapter warnings: nsfw, non-detailed smut (in the first chapter i'm sorry)
i went through about 6 title changes before i settled with sinematic so i'm hoping i don't regret it!! but wow this is going to be a wild ride!! and yes i know i said i would be posting for this fic on mondays and today is sunday but i'm impatient!! :)
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7 months later...
“C’mon y/n!” Your co-worker, and friend, Cass begged as she flopped down onto your couch with a dramatic sigh, “When was the last time you went out?”
“Last month, I went to visit Angela in New York. That was when when I lost my phone and couldn't remember how I got back to her place.” You shrugged, not bothering to look up from your phone.
It was true.
Angela and you still kept in touch after the tour, and so did Shae. They've helped you book gigs, trying to get you back on your feet, but that didn’t stop you from having to still work at the library. 
“Yeah but… I’ve got someone for you to meet! His name is Ciaran, he works in the music industry-” 
You scoff, interrupting her. 
“You’re seriously setting me up on a date? I’ve said before I’m not interested. And I don't think I'm ready.”
“But maybe it’ll help you feel better! That, and he’s already on his way… Please! Just meet him and if you don’t end up liking him then at least tell him that yourself!” 
“I will!” You glared at her, “I’m not ready to meet anyone yet, not after everything that happened... I thought you'd understand.”
“I know, but we can’t just let him down. He’s travelled for this!” 
You sigh, wondering whether it was really worth complaining. All you had to do was show up, chat to this guy for a bit, bore him and watch him leave. It was simple really.
“Fine.” You say, getting up from the couch, “Can you help me find an outfit?”
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Cass helped you put together an outfit for your “date”, one that wasn’t too overdressed but still said you cared enough to put some thought into it. 
The bar you were meeting him at wasn’t far from your home, so you both walked. You felt a little nervous, you hadn’t so much as spoken to a guy since coming home from the tour, and now you were going on a blind date for the first time. You wanted to turn around, go back home to your comfort bubble, but Cass stopped you. 
“You never know, you could be meeting the love of your life tonight!” She teased. 
“Yeah, sure,” you rolled your eyes, “So how do you know him?”
“I kinda… Might have set you up a dating profile.”
“What the fuck-”
“Don’t get mad!” She pleaded, “I just want to see you happy again. When was the last time you smiled?”
“I’ve been quite happy by myself, thank you very much.” You raise an eyebrow, “But I guess since here now…”
You hold the door open for Cass, before following her in. You both look around for this mystery guy, not that you would even know what he looks like. 
“Oh, he’s over there!” 
You looked over, surprised to see a rather attractive guy, and you felt yourself blush a little when he waved over at you. 
“Good luck.” Cass grinned as you walked over to him. 
“Hey,” he smiled, “Wow... You’re even prettier in person.” 
As he stood up to greet you with a hug, you noticed he was about the same height as Vinny- not that you cared. He had light brown hair, and hazel eyes. As he pulled back, you took a second to take in the rest of him. His nose ring, his earring, the rings on his fingers…
“Thanks,” you grin, “What accent is that?”
He smiles as you both sit down. 
“Irish,” he nods, “But I’ve been living over here for nearly ten years so it’s not really that strong anymore.” 
“Oh, cool,” you didn’t know what to say, “So, uh, my friend actually set this up-”
“Oh, yeah I know,” he chuckled, “Do you want a drink?”
“I might just get a lemonade.” 
“Okay., I'll be right back” He smiled, before heading to the bar, leaving you to sit at the table. 
The night ended up to be not so bad afterall, you found yourself kind of liking this guy. He told you he used to sing, then was part of a band, but he’s more of a producer these days. You were really getting along, until you heard the door open and a group of guys walked in.
And instantly, you recognised one of their voices. 
How could you ever forget? 
You suddenly felt hot, a panic washing over you. You didn’t want to turn around and confirm your suspicions, but you couldn’t just sit there and try to ignore him. Not when Ciaran had noticed something wasn’t quite right, frowning at you from across the table.
“Are you okay?” He asked, seeming quite concerned. 
“Uh… Yeah,” you swallowed hard, trying to gather yourself, “I think… I need to go. It’s not you, I’ll explain… I’ll text you when I’m home.” 
You try to give him your sorriest smile, and head for the door, but Cass caught you by the wrist before you could escape. 
“Y/n? What’s happened?” She looked over at Ciaran, who appeared just as confused as she was.
“I need to go, please-”
“But you were getting along so well!” 
“...Vin where are you going?” One of the guys he was with asked, and you gripped your friend's hand tighter. 
“I need to go.” You whispered, your eyes narrowing, “It’s him. Vinny.”
“Which one?!” Her eyes widened, and you shook your head, “The pretty one? Oh girl, how could you turn him down?!”
“Can I just go?”
“If you have to, but don't you think it’ll be a good idea to talk to him?”
“No,” you shook your head, “I haven’t spoken to him in like 7 months. There’s nothing to talk about!”
“Really?” Cass raised an eyebrow. “Well I guess-” 
As she picked her phone up from the bar to get ready to leave, you felt someone gently tap you on the shoulder. 
“Ciaran I’m sorry to-”
But as you turned around, you were not met with Ciaran.
This was someone else.
“Y/n?”
“Oh. Vin…?”  
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You weren’t exactly sure how you got here, it was only a matter of minutes since meeting him again in the bar and now you were pushed up against your front door, his lips on your neck and his hands trailing up your skirt as yours worked on unbuttoning his pants. 
“Vinny,” you panted, “Couch.”
“Hmm?” He hummed, before pulling away, “Lead the way.”
You take his hand, leading him into your living room and pulling him down on top of you on the couch, his curls dangling over his face.
Clothes were lost, your bodies pressed against each other as his lips found his way back to yours. You warned him that you haven’t done this in months, you might need to take it slow, and he respected that.
You held him close, your arms wrapped around his neck as he began to fill you. Every hair on your body stood up on end, your eyes screwed shut as you felt him slowly inch into you, asking if you were okay, to which you nodded. 
Nothing had ever felt so right, your legs wrap around his hips, trying to feel more of him as he began moving, pleasure coursing through your veins. Tears filled your eyes, and for a moment you wondered if this was real. An hour ago you were in the bar, talking to a guy you had never met before, and now you were underneath Vinny once again, who you hadn’t seen since summer last year. You had to open your eyes, to double check it was Vinny that was here with you. 
“I love you,” you whispered, feeling that familiar feeling in your stomach, “I’m close, Vin..”
“I know,” he whispered, “Me too.” 
You didn’t know what part of that he was responding to, but in this moment you didn’t care. You only cared that he was back here in your arms, his bare skin on yours, something you had been craving over the months.
Your orgasm washed over you, with the help of his fingers, and it didn’t take long for him to finish either, releasing deep inside you.
Once you had both caught your breath, you exchanged lazy smiles, both agreeing you needed to clean up- and clean your couch.
“Do you want to stay?” You asked as you both stepped into your shower. 
"Yeah," he smiled, “I think that’s a good idea.”
You smiled to yourself as you felt the warm water begin to hit your body, Vin’s hands holding your hips from behind as his lips found your neck again. 
“Think you can go again?” He whispered, smirking as you turned to look at him. 
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You woke up the next morning, surprised to see Vinny was still asleep beside you. It had been a long time since you’ve shared a bed with someone who wasn’t one of your friends.
You couldn’t help but smile at how peaceful he looked as he slept, you ran your fingers through his hair, missing the feeling you had once taken for granted. You couldn’t help but wonder how things could’ve been if you had taken his key that night, if you agreed to make things work between you, but you were just afraid.
Vinny had never really had a public relationship in all the time he had been in the band, and you didn’t want to cause any conflict with his fans when they’d find out he’s dating the girl everybody had assumed was cheating on Noah Sebastian. There’s another name you haven't heard in a while.
You got out of bed, stretching before reaching for your robe, tying around your waist before heading to the kitchen. You smiled to yourself as you thought about making Vin breakfast, something you had never done for anyone before. 
However, your smile quickly faltered when you turned around to see him fully dressed, a sorry look on his face. 
"Morning," you said softly, trying to read his expression. "Do you have somewhere to be?"
Vinny swallowed hard, his jaw tightening. He took a breath before answering.
"Not really, but… Look, last night shouldn’t have happened. I’m sorry."
Your heart sank. 
"What do you mean?"
He exhaled sharply, running a hand through his hair. 
"I can’t do this, y/n.” His voice was quieter now, like he hated saying the words but knew he had to. "Last night was… fuck, it was amazing. But I’ve only just really started getting over everything that happened..." His gaze flickered to yours, "I didn’t want to show it at the time, I was holding onto the hope that if I ignored it then it wasn’t real, but you hurt me, y/n. Even if it wasn’t your intention, you gave me all this false hope, made me believe I had a chance- then ripped it away and left me with nothing."
You opened your mouth to speak, but he shook his head, stepping back.
"I just don’t want to feel that way again. I can’t put myself through this. I’m so sorry."
"But, Vin-"
"No." His voice was final, thick with something that sounded almost like regret. "I have to go. I wish you the best."
And just like that, he was gone.
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