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semisgroupie · 1 year
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oct 3rd: gojo satoru
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gojo satoru x fem. reader
wc: 3.3k
warnings: yandere, size kink, stalking, creepy satoru, public sex, fingering (f!receiving), oral (f!receiving), multiple orgasms (f!receiving), unprotected sex, creampie, slight dumbification, satoru is OBSESSED with you, photo taking, hints at violence, bribery, breaking and entering, panty stealing, mention of naoya x fem. reader but it’s very brief
synopsis: having a one night stand with who you think is some random guy in the club might not always be the best idea
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Breakups were tough, you absolutely hated them but what you hated most was the numb feeling you felt the weeks following the breakup.
The numbness that would just consume you and leave you walking around like an empty carcass until you found something to fill you. That something always was a night filled with alcohol and sweaty dancing then ended with a quick fuck from the hottest guy you could find at the club. It was something that you’ve gotten used to especially with your most recent ex, dealing with three breakups before you two officially decided that this breakup would be the last time. You definitely needed to find a new way to cope with breakups but until you could find a new method, this one would work just fine.
You shimmied yourself in a new skin tight dress you bought just for tonight and grabbed your clutch purse and made your way out the door. There was a new nightclub that opened up a couple streets from your apartment and it would be a new scene for you, maybe even a new beginning but you weren’t hoping for that much.
You maneuvered your way through the sweaty and drunk bodies that were pressed against each other on the dance floor, pushing away any creeps that tried to cop a feel. When you finally made it to the bar you let out an exaggeratedly loud sigh before ordering your drink. Once you had the martini glass in hand you turned to look at everyone, trying to scout out who you’d let take you home tonight. Before you could really look through the crowd someone immediately caught your eye. He was moving through the crowd, his white hair and beautiful eyes were like pristine crystal orbs, just captivating you as he moved closer and closer. The closer he got the bigger he became too.
Your breath hitched in your throat as he moved to stand next to you, making you look so small next to him. He ordered his drink and you had to fight the urge to press your thighs together and whimper. God, what wasn’t attractive about him? His voice had a deep timbre with the perfect rasp, he even smelled good too, slightly sweet with a tinge of spice.
As he turned slightly you immediately shifted your gaze away from him, not wanting to get caught staring at him like he’s the first man you’ve ever seen.
“You know it’s rude to stare at someone right?” He leaned down to whisper by your ear, hints of mint mixed with alcohol in his breath. Your cheeks burned as if you had a million sun rays inside them. You took a sip of your drink to try to calm down before turning to him.
“Maybe you’ve had a few too many drinks, I’m not sure what you’re talking about.” He laughed and shook his head, it was the poorest retort you’ve ever come up with and he obviously saw right through it.
“Yeah sure, I’m Satoru by the way.” He stuck his hand out and your eyes widened as you placed your hand in his, if he decided to close his fist your hand would no longer be visible. He took your hand to his lips and pressed a gentle kiss against your knuckles before releasing your hand. “And your name?”
“Y/N.”
He smiled and nodded, “beautiful name for the most beautiful woman I’ve seen.” The comment was one of the corniest ones you’ve heard in your adult life but it still caused the blood to rush to your cheeks. Hearing a compliment like that from an Adonis like him no matter how cheesy it was, would fluster you.
The rest of the night was spent with you two drinking at the bar, dancing and led you two to the position where you two were now, against one of the few empty spaces of one of the walls in the club making out. His lips were soft and you could taste the liquor he had off his tongue. His large hands pinned your hips against his, rocking you against him hard enough for you to feel how his cock twitched. To say you were getting wet was an understatement, you were practically dripping down your thighs at this point. Your mind was clouded with lust and you had half a mind to just pull him into one of the bathrooms to finally get what you wanted most. But, you had some class so bathroom sex was off the table unless he initiated it.
He broke the kiss and leaned down to your ear, slightly panting which made your arousal pool even more. “How about we get out of here and head to my place? It’s a couple minute walk, if you could wait that long.” You could hear the smirk grow on his lips before he pulled away so you could see it for yourself.
“Lead the way.” You shouted over the music and he took your hand in his and made his way to the exit. Your heart was pounding in your chest and your clit was throbbing. You needed him badly and by the way he was practically pushing his way through the crowd, he needed you just as badly. You let out a small sigh once the fresh air hit your face, hopefully that would be able to cool your overheated body off. You glanced over at Satoru, finally seeing him in better lighting and your heart started pounding faster. He was insanely attractive, perfectly chiseled and you couldn’t doubt that he worked out with the way his shirt clung to his muscles. He glanced back at you, the smirk still on his face. “What did I tell you about staring, darling? Or do I have to teach you some manners?”
A small whimper left your lips and you broke your gaze, transfixing it to your shoes as you continued walking with him. “S-sorry.” A meek apology was all that could leave you until you two reached his building. It was a luxury building and your eyes widened at the sight of it. He led you inside and walked past the security desk to the elevators. “This is a really beautiful building, the rent must be really expensive.”
He chuckles and shrugs as he presses the button to the elevator. “It’s nothing I can’t handle.” Your eyes widened a bit, this place was extremely expensive, you couldn’t even afford to live in the storage closet with the salary you made. You wanted to ask about his work but all thoughts were brushed aside when the elevator came and he led you inside. Once the door closed he swiped his key card, pressed the button to the top floor, pinned you against the wall and kissed you deeply, almost bruising as his tongue explored your mouth. His fingers slid up your thigh and grazed the hem of your dress before moving up higher to drag his finger along your clothed slit. “Fuck, you’re so wet for me already. Do you always get this wet when a stranger kisses you?” He kissed you again before you could even answer and pulled your panties to the side so he could slip two fingers inside you.
Only if you could really comprehend the falsity in just the word stranger. He was by no means a stranger and you weren’t one to him, he knew who you were for almost a year now but you never met him formally. He has been waiting for the right moment to strike but you always got distracted by some random drunk at the club or your incompetent boyfriend. Only if your guard wasn’t always down when you were out and about, then you would’ve recognized him from the chill that would run down your spine when you were out with your best friend or running around doing errands. He couldn’t forget the first time he saw you, he was new to the neighborhood and was dragged to one of the most popular clubs in the neighborhood by one of his friends, he didn’t want to go but the second he saw you walk through the crowd and thoughts of leaving quickly flew out the window. He was instantly enamored by you but just as quickly as you walked past him, you walked out clinging onto the arm of some random guy.
His blood boiled at the sight, no guy deserved to be in your presence, let alone touch you. So, he went out to follow you and the guy, he kept a reasonable distance between you two and that was when he learned where you lived. The following weeks he learned your frequent spots, where you worked and your routine. Still you were clueless to the eyes on you, the footsteps that followed yours every corner you turned. There were some moments when you felt you were being watched so when you turned around with your keys in hand to see nothing, you just continued on your way. Little did you know he just turned to hide in between some buildings or crouched his large frame behind some garbage cans.
He also learned about your boyfriend, Naoya or nincompoop, same thing to him. The guy was a massive asshole but no matter what he did to you, you always came running back to him so Satoru decided to end your relationship for good. It was easy, just a threat and a little bribe and that was it. But he did feel guilty when he saw the breakup go down, you looked so hurt, so broken and he wanted nothing more than to go to you and put the pieces of your broken heart back together. But he couldn’t, just not yet. He still had some business to handle before he could swoop in and be your superman. After dealing with your past one night stands and your now ex boyfriend he had to get himself ready for you. The main thing was to get rid of all the pictures he took of you and get rid of any clothes stained with the blood of said past one night stands and your ex boyfriend, they weren’t too injured but they knew not to go near you ever again and knew not to go to the police.
Call him old fashioned but he had some polaroid pictures of you stored in his bedside drawer along with some panties he snagged from your apartment. He needed to warn you about leaving your spare key in such an obvious place but that was a problem for another day. He’s had this day planned for months and now he could finally execute it, he knew after one night with him he could snag you in his trap to make sure you were his and only his and if that wasn’t enough to convince you then he had his methods but he was sure his plan would work. It was foolproof.
His fingers pumped inside you at a leisurely pace while you whimpered and moaned against his lips. He wanted to take you right then and there but just as he moved his hand to undo his belt the elevator stopped at the top floor. The doors opened to reveal his penthouse apartment. He slipped his fingers out of you and moved his hands to the backs of your thighs, “jump.” You hooked your arms around his neck and jumped, wrapping your legs around his waist as you met his lips again. He walked inside and kissed you back deeply. His fingers dug into the flesh of your ass as he ground your hips against his. He moved back slightly, panting against your lips, “where do you want me to fuck you? Or should I choose?”
You could barely think, let alone make a decision, “you choose, I just need you to fuck me.” He chuckled and crashed his lips back against yours as he made his way to the balcony. Why not make your first time with him memorable? Plus, he had it planned anyway. He walked out with you and dropped you onto the couch, he moved between your legs and hiked your dress up ‘accidentally’ ripping it in the process then moved down to your panties, ripping those off you and tossing them to the side. He had more for you tucked away in a special drawer anyways. Once they hit the ground he spread your legs and dropped his head down, latching onto your clit and sucking harshly. Your eyes widened and a gasp of his name left your lips. He ravaged you like a man starved and you were in complete euphoria. His mouth licked all over where you needed him most and before you knew it you were crying out his name as your orgasm washed over you but he didn’t stop. His tongue kept running over your folds, cleaning any traces of your orgasm off of you as he moved to rip another one right out of you.
You moved your hands down to try to push his head away, it was pleasurable but it was too much for you in one sitting. “S-Satoru please, fuck I’m too sensitive.” He pulled off and placed his palm over your cunt, gently rubbing into it. His lips, cheeks and chin were soaked in your juices, his pink tongue poked out to clean his lips and he chuckled. “Sorry beautiful but I haven’t had enough. Just let me do as I please and then I’ll fuck you. All you need to do is feel good for me, okay?” He moved his hand away and kitten licked your clit before pressing a kiss to it. “Okay.” You couldn’t deny him and you couldn’t deny yourself, he was someone you needed to fill the void during a time like this. Someone who could make your mind turn to mush and make you forget about everything in the world.
After two more orgasms you couldn’t even think of anything but his name. If it wasn’t for him spelling his name out on your cunt then you probably would’ve forgotten that too. He pulled away from your swollen cunt and moved to undo his pants, he quickly got rid of them and his boxers, showing you his cock. Your eyes widened at the sight, even in your already fucked out state you couldn’t deny that his cock was one of the biggest you’ve seen in a long time. Hell, it was probably the biggest you’ve had.
His tongue clicking against his teeth pulled you out of your trance and you looked up to meet his eyes, now darkened with lust. “And here I thought I warned you enough about staring. It’s not a polite thing to do but I’ll let it slide for now.” He dropped down a bit and hooked your legs around his waist with one hand while the other hooked around the deep neckline of your dress and yanked it down, the thin spaghetti straps snapping from the sheer force. “Oops, didn’t realize how strong I was.” He winked at you and before you could wrack your brain around a possible response he slammed his cock into you. The stretch alone making you cum around his cock, making this your fourth orgasm of the night. “Hm, how many was that now? Three? No, it was four. Hm, I’ll make you six times before I fill you with my cum.”
Without warning he snapped his hips into yours and started pounding into you. You couldn’t even question whether he meant that he was going to make you cum two more times to make it six or if he was going to make you cum six more times on his cock but you prayed to whatever god out there that it was the former, you didn’t know if you could handle ten orgasms. Your ex would only bring you to two orgasms before it was over and when you were alone the most you could bring yourself to was three, maybe four on a good day before you were out of it. But with the way the night was going, you began to think that it would be the latter rather than the former and as his hips continued drilling into yours. After each orgasm he pulled you into different positions, on all fours, on top, in a full nelson so you could see his cock drilling into you, he bent you over the couch and bent you in half in a piledriver so you could feel him even deeper before he lifted you and made you hold onto the railing of the balcony as he pounded into you. You could barely hold yourself and your throat was growing hoarse from all the screaming you’ve been doing.
His hand snaked around your hip and went down to rub your swollen clit, “just cum for me once more, you can do it for me baby.” Your legs shook and if it weren’t for his tight grip on you then you’re sure you would’ve fell, “Satoru! Satoru fuck!” He groaned and continued thrusting into you, “cry my name out louder, let everyone in this fucking town know who’s making you feel like this. Cry it louder.” He snapped his hips into yours harder, each time you screamed out his name. He needed to hold himself back just a little more, just one more orgasm for you and then he’ll fill you up. He could finally mark you as his, finally keep you as his. He wouldn’t need to fight anyone off, he wouldn’t need to resort to any desperate measures to keep guys away from you. He wouldn’t need to bribe the police and doctors to keep the random attacks hidden from the public. All his work wouldn’t be for nothing, he’ll finally have you.
He’ll finally have you.
It took a few more thrusts for you to cum all over his cock which instantly triggered his own orgasm. He dropped his head down and bit down on your neck as his hips continued moving, thrusting all his cum inside you. His arms moved up and wrapped around you tightly when your grip on the railing finally let up. “I got you. I got you.” He pulled out and scooped you into his arms, you were limp in his hold but still had a fucked out smile on your face. He leaned down to kiss you, whether you reciprocated it now meant nothing, the first time your lips met sealed your fate. There was no escape now, you were his and his alone.
“S-Satoru?” Your voice was barely above a whisper as he walked back inside the penthouse to his bedroom. “Yes beautiful?”
“Where have you been all my life? If I met you sooner so much would be different.” He didn’t know what caused those words to fall from your lips, maybe it was all the orgasms and the booze, maybe you actually meant it but it still made his heart swirl in his chest.
“I’ve been around all the time, you just didn’t notice me.” He set you down on his bed and removed the rest of your dress in exchange for one of his shirts. God you looked so beautiful, one picture wouldn’t hurt. Instead of his handy disposable, he took out his phone and snapped a few pictures of you. He changed into pajama pants and laid down behind you, pulling you to his chest. “All mine, you’re all mine now.” This was the start of your forever with Satoru, you wouldn’t need anyone or anything else but him and he’ll make sure of it.
He’ll do anything for you, love knows no bounds and neither does he. Maybe he’ll have to dig back in his bribery stash but that wasn’t important now, now he had you and that was all he needed and it would be all you need.
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7-wonders · 7 months
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Wishful Drinking
Morpheus/Dream of the Endless x GN!Reader
Summary: After Morpheus cruelly dismisses you, you decide that you'll get back at him by staying out of the Dreaming one night for as long as you can. What you don't anticipate is letting your feelings get the best of you and getting very drunk instead.
Or, drunk shenanigans galore!
Word Count: 3.5k
Author's Note: I don't know what this is, y'all. I haven't written anything in more than a month, and it was so tough to even write this, but I wanted to write SOMETHING. As always, hope you enjoyed, let me know your thoughts, and likes, comments, and reblogs make my world go round.
ALSO! Dream logic applies here, in that you're still drunk when you reach the Dreaming.
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Listen.
You know that certain coping mechanisms, like, say, going out clubbing with your friends and getting crazy drunk for the first time in a long time, aren’t exactly healthy. But things have been difficult for you lately! You’ve been struggling a lot, in both your professional and personal life. These hardships are only compounded by the fact that the one person (or person-shaped being) in your life that you thought you could count on, your Morpheus, has been too busy to have time for you.
Literally. He said those exact words to you a mere three days ago, when you had found him in his personal study (a study that he almost never used) after what felt like a day spent chasing him around the Dreaming. You meant for it to come out as teasing when you took note of the fact that you hardly saw him around lately and that it felt like he was purposefully avoiding you, but he had sighed and glared at you before saying, “I have much to do, and I am far too busy to entertain you right now.”
You glowered, but, as he said, he was too busy to see it. Fine, you thought as you turned around and stalked out of his study. Leave him to his business. 
Cut to today. When your friends asked if you wanted to go out with them, you almost said no, having gotten accustomed in the past couple of months to the routine of going to bed by nine o’clock in order to maximize time spent in your lover’s realm. But then, the more you thought about it, the more you realized that you didn’t want to just continue sitting around in the Dreaming and hoping that Morphues would come out of whatever funk he was in. After all, why should you make an effort when he won’t? You’re not about to beg for his attention.
With that in mind, you texted back that you very much wanted to go out with them and proceeded to get ready for a fun night out.
The plan was to have a couple of drinks, dance for a bit, and stay out of the Dreaming just long enough to make Morpheus sweat a bit.
But then shots had been ordered.
And your friend bought you a drink because they knew you had had a tough week.
And you bought yourself two drinks.
And a group of guys bought you another round of shots, and though you all laughed at the fact that they were not getting anything out of this, you still took them because you weren’t about to turn down free alcohol.
This leads to you and your friends stumbling out of a bar at two in the morning, holding each other up as you do. Definitely not the plan, but what’s that one quote about plans and mice and men?
“What about a mouse?” your friend asks from beside you, making you realize that you said that out loud.
“Don’ worry ‘bout it,” you say.
Somehow, you make it into a Lyft (thank the gods for friends who don’t get carried away), and somehow, you make it into your home. Not without its difficulties–you dropped your keys multiple times on the walk to your front door, and there might be a you-shaped indent in the entryway wall from where you fell into it when trying to kick your shoes off. 
When you reach your bedroom, you decide that actually, the floor looks comfier than your bed does. You’re so drunk that the room feels like it’s spinning when you lay down, and you close your eyes to enjoy the ride.
“Fuck, I’m so drunk right now,” you say out loud, laughing at the sound of your slurred words.
You don’t mean to fall asleep, really. You know that you need to crawl to the bathroom to wash your face and find enough dexterity to change clothes before hopefully sobering up just enough that you can make it to the kitchen to grab painkillers and water for the inevitable killer hangover you’re going to have tomorrow. The floor is just so soft, though, and you work yourself into a trance-like state by staring up at the ceiling fan and watching it go around and around and around. On one blink, you’re staring at your ceiling.
And on the next, you’re staring at another ceiling, one that’s not really a ceiling at all, but an entire galaxy above your head.
It’s easy to get lost in the magnificent colors swirling above you (especially in your current state), and you do, until you hear someone calling your name. When you look away from the universe, you see the love of your life looking at you, though at present, he is not reciprocating the heart eyes that you are always looking at him with.
“Where have you been?” Morpheus demands.
“Morpheus, my love!” You throw your arms out and grin. “I’ve missed you.”
“Do you have any idea how worried I have been? I sent Matthew to find you hours ago when first you were late, only for him to report that he could not find you at your home.” You’re a little surprised that Matthew hadn’t managed to track you down; your little raven friend was almost scarily good at finding people/places/things.
“Aw, you’ve missed me?” It makes sense, of course; after all, you’ve missed him, so it’s only natural that he would miss you in return. Still, the sentiment makes you feel all warm and melty on the inside.
 It’s obvious to anybody who actually takes the time to know Morpheus—a tiny list of people and beings, two of whom are in the room with him right now—that he’s fighting a war between wanting to scold you and wanting to hold you and check you up and down for wounds. Morpheus crosses the room towards you, and you ready yourself for the inevitable lecture you’re about to get, about how you’re just a fragile little human and he worries every moment that you’re away from him (y’know, now that you have the clarity of a drunk person, you’re actually annoyed that this is constantly coming from the being that’s meant to be your lover).
But that’s not what happens.
Instead, you find his arms wrapped tightly around you and his face buried in your neck. He’s hugging you, not the other way around. He’s never done such a thing before, and you don’t know how to react. What you do know is that any of the residual anger you had been feeling drains out of you like water from an unstoppered bathtub. You really didn’t think that being away for—the math isn’t mathing for you currently, and you don’t actually know how long it’s been—a couple of hours would affect him this much.
“You are the one most dear to my heart,” he mutters into your ear, cognizant of the fact that you are not alone in this throne room. “Of course, I missed you.”
“Oh. When you said you were ‘too busy to entertain’ me, I just kinda assumed you wouldn’t notice I was gone.” Though you don’t mean to weaponize your words, the poison darts make contact with their target anyway, and Morpheus stiffens in your hold.
“Are you alright?” he asks instead, choosing to wait until a later time to have this particular conversation.
“Aw, dream boy” you coo, snaking a hand up to clumsily run it through his hair. “I’m okay baby, swear it! Like, absolutely, one hundred percent fine.”
Morpheus pulls away from you so that he can look you up and down to confirm that you really are okay. “You smell like a pub,” he notes. 
“How can you tell that in the Dreaming?”
He ignores your question when a realization seems to hit him. “Are you inebriated?”
“No, I’m drunk,” you correct very matter-of-factly.
“That is–” he stops, choosing instead to just shake his head.
“Oh, dear,” Lucienne mutters from behind Morpheus, reminding you of her presence in the first place.
“Lucienne! Hi! How have you been!” 
You crane around Morpheus to be able to see your favorite librarian, but you almost fall over in the process. Before you can tip too far over, Morpheus is there to right you again. When he does, he looks down at you with quite the serious expression on his perfect face.
“Who did this to you?” he asks, ready to punish whoever put you in such a state.
“Vodka. Rum, maybe?” You think back on your drinks for the evening, though it’s hard to think back that far. “Yeah, the second round of shots was definitely rum.”
“You put yourself in this state?”
“Yes?” Has Morpheus never heard of the concept of going out and getting shitfaced with your pals? “To be fair, I didn’t think that my drunkenness would…” You search for the word that you want to use, but it’s just not coming to you! “Uh, carry over?”
“Please tell me you managed to make it home safely?”
You nod. “Sure did! Pretty sure I fell asleep on the floor, though.”
Lucienne slowly begins to back up towards the door, and Morpheus stares at you for a long moment before sighing heavily.
“Are you mad at me?” you ask nervously, starting to get upset the longer the silence drags on. Did you say something that you shouldn’t have? Is there a rule you don’t know about against sleeping on floors?
Instead of answering you, Morpheus waves a hand in the air and says, “This dream is over.” 
You’re awake and once again staring up at your ceiling fan, only this time, Morpheus is also in your line of sight. It’s impossible to stop yourself from touching him when you’re sober, so it’s not at all surprising that your hands go up to caress his face now when you’re drunk.
“Hi cutie,” you greet, laughing in delight when he flushes just the slightest amount.
He grabs your hands and kisses the back of both before setting them against your chest. “Why are you sleeping on your floor?”
“Because,” is your simple, childish reply.
“That is not a good answer.”
“It’s the one you get because it’s the one I have.” You throw in a peace sign to be extra spicy, but Morpheus, unfortunately, doesn’t comprehend your 21st-century humor, and instead just segues into the next order of business.
“Might I help you up, so that we can get you properly ready for bed?”
“But I’m comfy,” you groan. Morpheus is not buying what you’re selling, unfortunately, so you sigh. “Fine.”
Morpheus holds his hands out for you to take and helps you to your feet. Too fast, apparently, because the room begins to spin and your stomach tilts dangerously, making you clap a hand over your mouth.
“Oh no. Dizzy, dizzy, dizzy,” you chant, squeezing your eyes shut and laying your head against Morpheus’s shoulder while you try to breathe through sudden nausea. You will not throw up on your super hot eldritch nightmare king boyfriend, you command yourself. Not tonight, and not ever.
“What is wrong?” Morpheus sounds panicked, and you want to reassure him, but you hold up a finger in the meantime.
When the nausea finally passes, you take a deep breath and slowly look up. “Okay, I think I’m good now.”
“Are you sure?”
“I’m sure. Sometimes drinking too much combined with moving too fast makes people feel sick. It’s my fault, but I’ll be okay.”
“Are you well enough to move?”
“Yes, I promise.” 
To prove your point, you let go of his hand and start walking heel to toe as the police require during field sobriety tests (honestly, you’re a little surprised that you can actually do this right now). You can practically feel your lover's amusement behind you, but it proves to him that you are capable. Morpheus lets you walk to the bathroom on your own power, and you think the only reason he doesn’t sweep you off your feet is because he’s worried you’ll throw up if he does. He watches you intently the entire time, though. 
You sit on the lip of the bathtub, watching Morpheus move about your bathroom as though he knows where everything is; he probably does, you realize, whether it be from that endless wealth of knowledge about everyone and everything that he possesses, or just his familiarity with your home. After rummaging around for a few moments, he comes back with a washcloth and your favorite pajamas. The sight of the familiar material makes you tear up, and you sniffle loudly.
Morpheus looks up in alarm. “Are you okay?”
“You remembered my favorite pajamas,” you say, trying to not start crying. You can count on one hand the number of times he’s come directly to see you off to his realm, and you’ve probably worn those pajamas twice. Yet he remembered the one-off comment you had made about how they were your favorite because of course he did.
His face softens. “Of course I did.”
You clear your throat and wipe your eyes. “Sorry. I’m okay! Just drunk.”
Morpheus hands you said pajamas before turning the faucet on and letting the water run. He seems to realize something after a moment and looks at you helplessly. “I do not feel temperature as you do. Is the water alright?” 
You grin and stick your hand under the faucet, moving the tap just a smidge hotter before nodding at him. “It’s good now. Thank you for asking.”
He begins to run the damp washcloth gently over your face, a barely-there smile appearing on his own when you wrinkle your nose at the cool sensations. Where this situation would be awkward with anybody else, it feels entirely natural with Morpheus. You’ll take these little moments of domesticity with him whenever you can get them, even when you’re still half drunk.
Even if you wanted to, you can’t hold yourself back from saying, “You’re so beautiful, do you know that? Seriously, you’re the prettiest man-slash-anthropomorphic-personification I’ve ever seen in my entire life.” The words are heavy on your tongue, but you’re pretty proud of the way you only barely stumble through ‘anthropomorphic’.
“You are still under the influence,” he notes.
“So? Drunk words equal sober thoughts, right?”
“‘A drunk mind speaks a sober heart.’ Jean-Jacques Rosseau,” he supplies.
“Sure, that. I’d tell you how pretty you are even if I was sober, and you know that.”
“Perhaps.” He says it in that infuriatingly sexy way of his, the one that makes you want to tear his clothes off.
Instead, you’re the one taking your own clothes off, though not for any fun reason. Getting changed is not as difficult a task as it would have been when you first arrived home, with the benefit of time naturally sobering one up on your side. Morpheus still keeps a hand held out, just in case you lose your balance and need something to grab onto, but after you’ve finished changing, that hand slips under your shirt and caresses your side.
“Thought you were supposed to be helping me keep my clothes on,” you say with a shiver, grabbing his wrist and pulling the offending extremity out from under your shirt.
“Apologies.” His tone implies that he’s not sorry at all, not that you would want him to be. “I simply couldn’t resist.”
He looks down at you with so much love in those blue eyes of his that you feel like you don’t think your mortal mind could ever truly comprehend it. Nobody has ever loved you the way that Morpheus has—all-consuming and passionate. He told you once that many of his relationships had ended because he had been seen as too intense, too obsessive in his love. Bring it on, you had told him when he expected you to back down. To date, you haven’t regretted that.
You don’t think you ever will.
Now that you can see the end of your night in sight, tiredness begins to seep into your bones. Though your bed is just right through the bathroom door, it feels miles away. With that in mind, you ask,  “Will you carry me?” 
“Were you not worried that you would feel sick?”
“Yeah, but I’m tired.” You pout (on purpose because you know what it does to him), and you can practically see his resolve break. “Just be careful?”
“Always,” he promises.
And careful he is, slowly picking you up and waiting until you nod to carry you to your bed. He sets you down gently, You’re thrilled to see a glass of water already waiting for you on your bedside table, Morpheus anticipating your needs before you’ve even realized you have them in the first place.
Crawling under the covers after finishing your water, you motion for Morpheus to sit next to you on the bed. He does as you ask, and you move your pillows so that you can sit up and lean on him. When you’re comfortable, you say, “Thank you for everything tonight. I know taking care of me wasn’t what you had planned.”
“You need not thank me. I enjoy caring for you, no matter the situation.” 
Your eyes flutter closed at the sensation of his hand carding through your hair, and you start to feel yourself inching closer to the Dreaming. Something keeps you from truly falling asleep, though, and when Morpheus shifts next to you, you realize what it is: the conversation’s not over. Morpheus is trying to figure out how to say what it is he wants to say.
Finally, he figures it out. “Might I ask you something?”
You open your eyes to give him your full attention and nod.
“Earlier, when you seemed surprised that I had noticed your absence. Did you do this,” ‘this’ being getting very drunk, “because of what I said?”
“No. I mean, I went out because I was mad at you, and I figured that me being a couple of hours late would make you learn your lesson, but I got drunk because I wanted to have fun with my friends and let loose.”
“And did you?”
“Maybe a little too much,” you admit cheekily.
“I apologize for my harsh words the other day. I have been…feeling burdened under the weight of my realm, and I took it out on you for no reason.”
“It’s okay, Morpheus. You’re busy running an entire realm and overseeing the collective unconscious. I shouldn’t be so needy.”
He shakes his head. “It is not okay. I should never talk to you in such a way, and you should never feel as though I do not want you around. I do want you around, always.”
“People say things that they don’t mean. That doesn’t mean they’re not worthy of forgiveness. But you gotta talk to me, okay? When you’re feeling stressed, or when things get to be too much. I’m here for you, and I want to support you however I can.”
“I love you,” he says. The fact that he’s being so open with his emotions is a pleasant surprise; it took him so long to be the first to say it, and even longer to be comfortable with it. You smile up at him.
“I love you, too. Stay with me until I fall asleep?”
“Of course.”
Morpheus turns your bedroom light off without you needing to ask (seriously, you love him so much), and you close your eyes. Then, a thought hits you.
“Hey,” you say, staring up at him in the dark and waiting until he looks at you to continue. “Can you get drunk?”
“No.”
“Why not? I mean, isn’t there special alcohol for preternatural beings? You’d think gods and goddesses would’ve figured out a way to get turnt by now.”
Though he doesn’t want to give in to your rambling when you’re meant to be trying to fall asleep, he can’t help but indulge you. “Gods and goddesses can. We, the Endless, cannot.”
“What? That’s so fucking lame. No. That’s–that’s an injustice! I’m so sorry.
“I promise, it is okay. Now, please go to sleep.”
You nod, but close your eyes for maybe thirty seconds before they snap open again with a realization. “Wait.”
“What?”
“You mentioned other gods and goddesses. How many are there? Are they all real? Is actual God real? I mean, I know the devil is real, you kicked their ass for your helm, but for some reason that’s more believable than–”
“Go. To. Sleep,” Morpheus commands.
“Ugh, you’re no fun!”
“I am not afraid to use my sand if need be.”
“You wouldn’t.” You raise an eyebrow in challenge, and he raises one right back. After a brief stalemate, you’re the first to give in. “You have to understand how world-altering this information is to a regular human like me, I mean–”
You’re asleep before your head hits the pillow.
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sunshyni · 1 month
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big boy energy
Jisung × Fem!reader
notes: this is my first text in English, so I'm feeling nervous 😬 English is not my native language, so forgive me for any errors or mistakes like that!! And that's it!! I hope you enjoy it!!
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I don't even know if this is good. I write more to see how my English vocabulary is doing, but anyway!!
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Your older brother's getting married in a few months, and dance lessons were scheduled for the couple and the godparents to avoid any embarrassment on the big day. Right now, you have no clue who your dance partner will be because your brother keeps saying, “Her right dance partner will show up any minute”.
You're chilling in a chair, adjusting your high heels for dancing, when you hear a noise from the salon door, and your eyes immediately snap in that direction.
— Hey guys, am I late? Sorry, my flight was delayed — Says the guy standing by the door. Jisung looks taller and stronger than the last time you saw him, but he still has that same sparkle in his eyes from when you were kids. Jisung, just two years older than you, used to mess with your braids all the time.
It was tough when he left town to study and work in Korea, his country of origin. You couldn't help but miss him, even though it seemed like he didn't give a damn about leaving you behind.
You kinda resented him for that because you've always had a thing for him, but he either didn't notice or didn't feel the same. I mean, you used to like him, but now that you see him another time, your heart can't help but race.
— Jisungie! You're not tired, are you? — Your brother asks. Jisung, dressed all black, looks even hotter than usual — I've got a mission for you.
— I'm good, let's do it — Jisung says, meeting your gaze with a nostalgic sweetness. You finally stand up, and thankfully, you don't trip and fall flat on your face.
— You'll be dancing with my sister, okay? — Your brother practically pushes Jisung in your direction. Jisung smiles at you, and all you can do is cross your arms and scowl.
— I hate you both — You mutter to Jisung and your brother as he heads back to his fiancée, sticking his tongue out at you in a teasing way. The dance teacher starts the class, and you even have the chance to complain to Jisung. He holds you tighter, causing you some agitation, but all you can focus on is trying to breathe normally while his face is so close to yours.
— Did you miss me, shawty? — He asks, leading the dance with skill, not like the same boy from years ago who learned to salsa from “Shall We Dance?” while you were sighing over the charmer Richard Gere.
— I'm not giving you the answer you want, Andy Park — You say, and Jisung chuckles softly in your ear, sending shivers down your spine, but you brush them off, wrapping your arms around his neck like they were made to be there.
— I prefer when you call me Jisungie, babe.
— I preferred it when you didn't leave me alone, babe — You retort, stepping on his feet. Jisung lets out a low groan but still holds you close, dancing like there's no one else in the room.
— I'm sorry for letting you down all this time. I'm an asshole, it's true — Jisung admits, acknowledging all the times you two didn't talk when you really wanted to, even if it was just to argue, something you did a lot as kids — Can we make peace, pretty please? Go back to the way things used to be?
You hesitate for a moment before letting a small smile slip.
— Like the old times, huh?
— But this time, I really wanna kiss you — Jisung whispers in your ear, and your heart feels like it's about to leap out of your chest. You feel his cheek against yours, and if you don't answer him soon, you might just pass out.
— Andy...
— Keep calling me like that, and I'll kiss you right here, not giving a fuck about your brother and my best friend — He says, planting a soft kiss on your cheek, leaving you dizzy with his scent filling the room, making it hard to breathe. You muster up the courage to speak, looking into his eyes.
— When did you get this big boy energy?
— I don't know, but you better enjoy it, cutie.
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kz-i-co · 1 year
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Don’t Fall In Love
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Summary: You are one of the most popular bloggers on your campus, telling enriching stories of your personal heartbreaks anonymously. But your readers are not ready to handle the newest heartbreak of finding out your best friend dating your ex.
Pairing: Lee Haechan (Donghyuk) x f!reader
Genre: college au | angst (eventual fluff x smut)
Warnings: story may contain strong language, mentions of drugs and alcohol - sexual references - reader discretion advise.
Words: 4.3k
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::: LoveAboveMyPinkClouds: blog post #47: "If I were going to give anyone advice, I would tell you......Don't Fall In love.... Because it's not fucking worth it" :::
You slammed your bag down on the table, still hungover from last night.
"Not a word." You spoke before your friends can say anything.
"You stripped on the table."
"Shut up Ji- I know." You laid your head down on your backpack.
"Come on guys she's having a tough time." Minjeong spoke up for you.
"My head is killing me." You lifted your head back up. "I'm never drinking again."
"We heard that before." Yetak giggled causing you to glare in return.
"So what was with you last night?" Minjeong asked the curiosity killing her.
"I don't want to talk about it." You slouched.
"But you said some things-"
"You say stupid shit when you're drunk." You shrugged. Well.....that may be true but it still has honest meanings behind them.
:::Last night::: *Clink* *Clink* *Clink*
"Attention e-everyone." You tapped your shot glass standing on the coffee table, slurring your words. "Here's to anyone who's heart has been shattered by a stupid guy who can't decide if he wants top or bottom.....ain't that right babe?" You pointed your glass right at the newest victim of your most recent heart break.
He smirked in response raising his cup. He really didn't care about fucking you over. "You were good but not as good as my ex." His smirked wiped right off causing you to giggle.
"(Y/N)." Minjeong tugged on your arm.
"And here's to my ex....I know you are here somewhere." You searched the crowd that decided to form around. "Thank you for wasting two damn years of my life and best to luck for your future mate. Be careful ladies, he's a clinger."
"CHEERS TO BEING SINGLE!" You down the shot as people cheered and you began dancing where you stood causing Minjeong to shake her head disappointed. To make matters worse, you lifted your dress causing you to step dangerously close to the edge just about to fall until someone guided you down.
"Hey handsome." You smiled at the platinum blonde you just embarrassed.
"I thought you said you understood." He said setting you down.
"Sure I do Jaemin." You slurred your words some more.
"She's drunk. I should get her home." Minjeong spoke as you leaned your head against Jaemin's shoulder.
"I don't want to go home." You spoke clearly feeling your drunken state causing you to feel drowsy.
"Too bad (Y/N). It's for your own good."
"Thanks." She spoke to Jaemin letting him off the hook as she held you up, moving towards the door. "Thanks for making my friend a drunk." ::::::::::
"I told you to end things with him before you caught feelings. I said that right from the start." Minjeong spoke up.
"I know, but I was hoping things would change." You sighed. "I'm just sick of the guys at this school."
"Are you still not over your ex?"
"It's kind of hard to get over him Riri when I still see him walking around campus like he doesn't give a shit."
"Well, I'm glad I never met him because I hate seeing you this way." Minjeong said before taking a sip of her tea.
"Isn't he best friends with Jaemin?"
"What!?!"
"No way!"
"Are you kidding me (Y/N)?"
"Why have I never met him?" Minjeong still lost, being the newest friend in your friends group.
"He's not friends with Jaemin, I've wouldn't of known that when I dated him." You suddenly felt nervous.
"I'm pretty sure he is." Jimin clenched her teeth.
"Thanks for your concern best buds." You sassed before getting up. "I need food before my head explodes."
::: LoveAboveMyPinkClouds: blog post #47: Don't fall in love you ask? How can you say such a thing - you ask? It's because it's not worth the heart ache later on. Not even that.....the hatred that follows will almost break you. Did he deserve my shoe flying at his face? Of course. Would I do it again? Absolutely. Okay so maybe I went a little far but what can I say....he broke my heart. And the best part is, he doesn't even seem upset. Hold the applause. But the positive thing about all this is you learn to move on like I did, maybe not in the best way since I've put myself in dangerous situations multiple times, by this point - Thank God I'm alive... But the thing is you live and learn and I for one will learn that you can't fall in love twice....well maybe you can apparently, but definitely not with that same person again......Right? Or perhaps maybe I never fell out of love in the first place. Shit. You see, J was only another stepping stone to the long disappointing path of destruction. He was everything a broken single girl can ask for.....charming, sweet, that damn dreamy smile, a tad bit weird but what guy isn't and can't forget...hot af. Sorry guys who are reading....we love them sexy - cute works too - but only if it's natural and not cringy....I rather not see that in my nightmares, no offense. If you're smart than I'll throw on some bonus points. But ladies, let's not be so naive - just because they are as said "hot af" they can also be quite manipulative. Turning into a mindless zombie for that damn charming smile did not do me justice. He was sweet of course, like I said; but he was just another as they might call it - a player. T.m.i and I'm so sorry for those who are pure - but the s*x was fantastic and the second time....even better. Hell - even the third time but who's counting because that's not what matters here, what matters is the fact that I wanted more and he didn't. I scared him off.....ME!! Only because I fell for that damn charming smile. J said he was fine with dating but he had no commitment, no loyalty. J was a disappointment. And even after my heart crumbling disaster of a relationship with someone who starts with the letter "D" - I took the regrettable decision to trust again and fuck was that a mistake. Because boys don't just stomp on your heart - they tear you up from the inside out. And once again any guys out there who are reading this and are decent? Please come my way because I'm dying to meet you. *PS - I know you guys are dying for me to spill the beans on D but you will have to wait on my next session because honestly I'm stupid hungover and it's the first day back after Christmas break and I'm not ready to write that novel. Till next time:)" Xoxo Peace :::
Your head was pounding as you grabbed a tray and made your way over to the lunch line.
"Excuse me." You felt a slight bump as the last Tteokguk was taken before you even had a chance to grab it.
Your anger quickly rose as you knew exactly who that voice belonged to. "You asshole!"
"Oh I'm sorry, did you want this?" He smirked at you as he walked away.
"Donghyuck!-" You were quick on his tail. "Give me that back."
"You snooze you lose." He laughed.
"I was not snoozing, you intentionally stole it from me."
"Maybe you were intentionally being slow." He mocked.
"I hate you." You argued still following him. "Why are you such a jerk?"
"Why are you still here (Y/N)? You said you were transferring." You both got in line to pay.
"I still do, but you know what - why should I....why don't you transfer?"
"Can't do that. I have less than 2 years left." He shrugged handing over his meal card.
"So do I." You fought.
"Great so it's settled." He had amusement in his voice.
"You paying for her?" The cashier asked.
"Her? Hell no." He smirked with his response causing you to roll your eyes, handing over your card.
"Such a dick." You mumbled, quickly following him, not letting him get away so easily as he began to move through the seating area.
"Why are you still following me?" He asked, sass to his tone.
"I'm not done talking to you." You argued.
"You're never done talking."
You gasped. "What the fuck is wrong with you?"
"What are you gonna do about it (Y/N)?" He finally turned to look at you. "Throw another shoe at me?"
"I would love to." You snarled.
"You were always cute when you were angry......By the way, nice dance last night." He winked before turning around and disappearing from you again - hopefully for the last time.
You flipped him off before returning back to your table probably looking much angrier than you left.
::: LoveAboveMyPinkClouds: blog post #48 Would I do it again? Never. Can't believe I dated that jerk.....actually let me rephrase that....I can't believe I was in love with that jerk. 2 years of my life wasted. Kudos to his next girlfriend that's for sure - good luck with that one and bless your soul. :::
"What's wrong?" Jimin laughed at your angry state.
"My ex is an asshole, that's what's wrong." You snarled before pouting at your sad lunch of a chicken sandwich and some fries. Donghyuck always had to put himself first even when you were dating.
"We're still talking about this?"
"It's not my fault Min, when he just harassed me in the lunch line."
"Can't you just ignore him?" Jimin spoke with a smirk. I'm glad they're enjoying this.
"That's hard to do when we go to the same school." You sighed. "And no he won't transfer, I already asked him."
"You asked him to transfer? I can see you are both handling the breakup well." Minjeong spoke with sarcasm.
Jimin nudged her as a warning seeing your distraught state but you played it off with a smile. You were fine. Maybe.
"May I ask what happened with Jaemin?" Yetak asked with sympathy.
You sighed. "I wanted a relationship and he didn't. He only looked at me as a fuck buddy."
"I'm sorry (Y/N)." Minjeong said once again, even though she heard your whole spiel last night as you cried over the toilet.
"I told you he is a player (Y/N)." Jimin spoke up once again. "But you said you didn't care....you said "I will change his mind"."
"He looked sweet okay."
"He is sweet, just not in that department." She laughed at your remarked. "Sorry I know you're hurting." She quickly retracted.
"It's fine, I'm just done with boys."
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::: LoveAboveMyPinkClouds: blog post #48 And you were....In times like these.....turn to your friends because they will have your back first and foremost.... who needs dick anyway, your fingers worked just fine.....alright tmi but hey let's be honest with ourselves for once, we don't need men to please us :::
You stopped typing as soon as the door opened. "You know when I sighed my soul just to make you my roommate, I didn't plan on you hardly being here."
"Oh shut up (Y/N). You're barely here either. I had to carry you up the stairs the last night."
You rolled your eyes because of course she had to be right again but it didn't mean she had to kick you while you're down. "What if I was drugged." You sighed dramatically.
"Don't even joke about that, I worry about you every time you leave this apartment.....you always end up passed out somewhere."
"But you guys are always there to help me." You batted your eyelashes.
"Yeah well, I didn't sigh my soul to babysit." She used your own words against you.
"I'm sorry......I'm just having a tough time. I want to meet someone new."
"You will (Y/N), let fate take over."
"I don't believe in that shit." You bit your lip frustrated as Jimin burst through the door kicking her shoes off, already being glued to her phone.
"What about online? That seemed to work for you?"
"It's not just me meeting someone online (Y/N)....he goes to our school."
"Is that why you've been so m.i.a?"
"Maybe." She confirmed. "He's really nice."
"I would love for you to meet him. He's got your lovely sarcastic humor....I'm sure you guys will get along great."
"I'm sorry are you trying to hook me up with your new boyfriend?" Jimin looked up interested in your conversation.
"I want my best friends and my boyfriend to get along." She sighed. "Especially since I will be having him over more often."
"What like sleeping over?" She glared at your response. "I don't want to hear you guys."
"Oh and like I wanted to hear you and Jaemin?" She sassed but quickly pursed her lips seeing your pale reaction to his name.
"It's not like we even done anyway yet, we just started going out." She got up making her way towards your kitchen.
"What are we talking about?" Jimin finally entered the chat.
"Min's new catfish."
"He's not a catfish. He looked just like his picture when we first met up."
"That doesn't mean anything." You whispered. "If you want my advice...."
"I don't."
"But if you did....I would say break up with him now before it's too late....."
"What's your hang up on relationships lately? I'm sorry your relationships didn't work out but that doesn't mean every guy is an asshole."
"I know." You shrugged. "I'm just done falling in love." You got up following her closer to the kitchen.
"You're done with love? Just like that?"
"Yup. Because Jaemin was just another life lesson on how guys will continuously disappoint you and just because they are sweet in the beginning doesn't mean they won't turn on you late-"
"(Y/N)." She cut you off. "Forget I asked."
"Have your been reading that blog again?" Jimin squinted at you puzzled.
"What blog?" Minjeong asked.
"LoveAboveMyPinkClouds." Jimin confirmed as you stayed quiet. "She's always talking about her bad relationships and I do think she brings up a lot of good points but maybe her advice isn't all that helpful.....at least in your case."
"Sounds like she's been through a lot if you ask me." You sat back down, shutting your laptop.
"We'll maybe you two should swap stories and come to terms with your past relationships and finally move on." Jimin pursed her lips.
"Yeah....maybe you're right." You agreed to disagree. "Okay enough depressing talk about me, let's do something."
"Jimin, want to go to karaoke....it's been a while." You continued to ask since your scheduled was oh so clear.
"I can't, I'm hanging out with Sungchan." She got up and began to make her way to her room.
"Uggg. How about you Min? Karaoke? I'll let you hit the high notes this time." You danced teasingly.
"I have plans as well, with...."She said more timid.
"The catfish?"
She rolled her eyes. "Stop calling him that."
"What's his name?"
"Oh - ah- Haechan, he's really cute - let me show you a picture of him-" Her phone started ringing with his name popping up. "Sorry I gotta go, I'll see you later (Y/N) - hey, I'm coming down now."
Alone again.
::: LoveAboveMyPinkClouds: blog post #49 Okay maybe I was wrong....being single wasn't as fun as I thought it would be....I'm not the type to just hook up with strangers, okay maybe not anymore but to make it worse, falling for your fwb because that shit stings. I wanted someone to hold me and cuddle with me, kiss me sweetly that may or may not lead to something intense later..... I know, I'm getting sappy. I feel vulnerable and this is the last time I will post anything like this, so don't get comfortable folks. And yes.....I'm thinking of that famous D, who broke my heart but he was my everything once and he gave me all that sweet stuff I wanted - but then he had to fuck it up. But am I crazy saying I miss that. Not him, let's be clear - he turned into a real jerk but at our peak I miss who he was. I miss the reminiscence..... Okay I think I had enough of the internet for tonight. Xoxo peace :::
As soon as you hit post, the comments started flooding in. -"please give us the scoop on D?" -"what did he do that was so bad?" -"you're making all this shit up." -"do you miss J." -"the guy I just started dating is name is Dongjun - I hope it's not him? 0.0" -"WHAT DID HE DO! IM DYING TO KNOW." -"why are girls crazy over this blog, she sounds bitter to me. Maybe it was her fault why they broke up." -"hang in there - you'll get through this." -"she's totally still in love with D - maybe they will makeup." -"anyone else trying to do research on J and D - I want to know who they are so bad, there's not that many guys at this school is there?" -"my sources are telling me J is either Juhyun or Jaemin - they are both players with that damn charming smile." -"what about Jaesung? His smile is to die for <3." -"that's a good guess as well. Damn this is hard." -"I don't go to this school but I'm dying to know who they are as well." -"how do I enroll here?"
You rolled your eyes closing your laptop. You just wanted to cuddle up in your blanket and find a good movie in your lonesome apartment as your so called friends are enjoying their own lives as you sulk feeling like yours is over. At least you had fans.
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*tap* *tap* *tap*
"Can anyone tell me the meaning of anonymity and what it represents?"
*tap* *tap* *tap*
You gently shoved your friend, sitting besides you to stop her excessive texting. "Anyone?"
"Minjeong." You whispered and she finally looked up as the professor stared at the both of you.
"(Y/N)?" He tapped his foot.
"What was the question?" The class echoed with soft giggles throughout the room.
"Anonymity."
"Oh right.......um keeping your identity a secret."
"And....why do you think it's so common?"
"Well, it depends on the reason - some people could be ashamed or embarrassed on who they are or they could be working incognito to find out information or it can even be used to give credit off yourself."
"Okay, good. Pay attention ladies." You nodded putting your head down.
"Who are you texting?" You whispered.
"Her new boyfriend." Jimin said on the other side of you.
"At least silence your phone, I'm trying to focus."
"Sorry guys." She blushed.
"Wow she's crazy over this guy." Jimin whispered next to you causing you to just shrug with envy.
...
"Minjeong, food?" You asked again. "Can you pretend for like one second that I'm the only person that matters to you." You spoke as soon as you left class.
"I'm sorry." She blushed.
"It's him again? You guys been dating a week and he's already turned you into a mindless zombie?"
"I'm sorry, he's bored in his class." She giggled. "Food right? I'm actually meeting Haechan there for lunch, you can join us if you want."
"On second that, I got a lot of work to do." You tried to quickly speed off.
"Come on (Y/N)."
"What I'm a communication journalist major. I've got papers to write."
"You afraid to meet him? Maybe he has some friends he can introduce you to but of course he needs to meet you first."
"Come on hungry." She whined.
"Fine."
"How long have you two been dating again?" You asked confused from her excited state of getting flustered over just a lunch date.
"Almost 2 weeks."
"Wow you must really like him." You teased under her knowledge.
"I do and I can't wait for you to meet him." You both sat down at your chosen table.
"Oh look there he is." She blushed excited again like some celebrity was making their way over.
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LoveAboveMyPinkClouds: blog post #50
If I transferred, would you guys miss me? New school, new bae, new friends.....doesn't sound so bad. I mean I'm not trying to run away from my problems....but maybe a fresh start will do me good. It's only college, my money technically. Idk.... Okay maybe some of you are already typing, I'm being over dramatic but the info I just found out is truly unbelievable and if not unbearable, at least for me. And by all means, if you feel the need to stop reading go ahead because what I'm about to tell you probably sounds made up but the evidence is there, if you decide to believe me or not and I don't know what to do about it. Once again.....transfer? Sounds good.
:::
You huffed seeing Donghyuck make his way over, not making anything of it as you moved to try to see around him. "Where?"
"You're funny (Y/N)." She laughed and Donghyuck's face went pale as soon as he saw you.
"Hey Channie, this is (Y/N), my best friend and roommate - the one I was telling you about."
"Wait - this is (Y/N)-" He started getting all flustered.
"Yes - nice to meet you....Haechan was it?" You stood up reaching for his hand, playing it off.
You smiled sarcastically to hint off his confused state. "You're the one that's got my friend all mushy. You must be amazing in bed."
"(Y/N)-" Minjeong warned embarrassed.
"I've been told." He smirked playing along with whatever façade you were pulling.
You let go of his tight grip and sat down trying not to act pissed. "So Haechan huh? Nice name.....I don't think I ever heard anyone with that name."
Minjeong looked at you with confusion but clearly was blinded what was really going on. "Yeah....- I mean it is a big school."
You just wanted to get your shoe ready if you were being honest. You tried to hide your anger with not only your ex but the fact that this was the guy that was seeing your friend for almost two weeks. How could he be so low to hurt you like that.
"Are you sure you go here?" You began as Minjeong spilt her drink accidentally, invested in from the conversation she was hearing.
"Shoot, I'm gonna get some napkins." She quickly got up making her way across the cafeteria.
As soon as she left, you pressed the boy in front of you. "How fucking dare you?"
"Relax, I didn't know she was your friend."
"Clearly you did when you gave her a fake name....because if she knew your name was Donghyuk, she would have known to stay away."
"Haechan is not a fake name....it's what my friends call me - oh wait, how would you know that since you hated my friends." He started, leaning closer on the table. "Tsk - actually I forgot you fucked most of them."
You arched your eyebrows. "I only fucked Jaemin and I didn't know he was your friend and yes I fucked Jeno once to get back at you but in my defense I was wasted."
"Don't act like you're some angel. Did you forget how we broke up?"
"I remember my side, which was the truth and then I remember you're psychotic accusations."
"Don't play that card.....you fucking cheated on me." You yelled in a hushed whisper.
"I told you the whole story and it was your fault not to trust me."
"I caught you with your pants around your ankles."
"Sorry I had to ask an employee to get me more." Minjeong sweet voice broke the tension not suspecting anything. "So what did (Y/N) say about me?" She giggled.
"She just said what I already thought about you. Sweet, loyal, and caring, a great friend."
"Aww, I thought you would have said something embarrassing."
"Nope, I actually care about my best friend and if any guy breaks her heart like they did with mine....they better watch out."
"She's kidding." Minjeong quickly spoke causing a glare from your ex.
This was how it was gonna be huh? How do you get Minjeong to breakup with Haechan without giving away your secret? How to convince her that he's a liar and a cheater?
Maybe it wasn't Minjeong you should be convincing, what if you convince him to break up with her? It's for her own good.
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::: LoveAboveMyPinkClouds: blog post #50 So best friend dating my oh so famous ex. Yes, that ex. The famous D which I know you are all waiting so patiently for hearing about our bitter not so sweet end. Yes you heard that right but, in this case,....my best friend never met my ex - so is it fair for me to be pissed about it. Idek. It's not like she is intentionally trying to hurt me. What would you do? Next thing....is it fair for me wanting to break them up....is that cruel? This is definitely a brain teaser my friends. Looks like the tables have turned here because now its my turn to seek advice. What do I do? Transfer you say? Thinking about it. Well, thats all for now, stay tuned for next time. Xoxo Peace
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"Why would I do that?" He spoke as Mark laughed behind him.
"I never thought I would see you two talking again." Mark laughed some more.
"Trust me, it's more of an argument." You smirked but then alerted your attention back on Donghyuck.
"Because I love my best friend and I don't want her to get hurt."
"I'm not gonna hurt her." His tone shot back annoyed.
"Yeah, let's pretend I believe that." You snickered. "She's too innocent for a relationship with you."
"Wow that's insulting for someone who knows better."
"I mean she's sensitive, she won't be able to handle any kind of dispute with you, especially if she finds out about us.......she's even a virgin."
"I can't just break up with her without a reason."
"Sure you can....you found someone else yotta yotta yotta."
"And that sounds like it won't break her heart?" He arched his eyebrows sarcastically.
"Well, don't be a dick about it."
"How about I break up with her after a few months and find real reasons to end things."
"So work your way to make her fall in love and then pull the carpet?" You argued.
"Just tell her the truth then." He groaned ready to shut the door.
"I can't now."
"Yeah because you opened your big mouth and lied about us knowing each other."
"I panicked." You shrugged hearing random laughter down the hall as your argument was starting to cause attention. "Actually maybe she'll see how big of a true asshole you are and do it herself."
"Sure." He was about done with you and wanted to go back to his video games.
"Do me one favor though?" You turned back as he was just about to close the door.
"What now?" He huffed.
"Don't sleep with her."
"How come? Will you be jealous?" He smirked.
"No....I don't want you corrupting my friend and who knows where you've put that thing."
He sighed walking out the door and knocking on the door across from his room.
"You really want to play that game." He spoke before the door opened revealing Jaemin and then seeing past his room was a Jeno. "Hey Mark, it's your turn."
"Huh?" He asked confused.
"You're the only one (Y/N) hasn't fucked."
"You're a real prick, you know that?" You sneered.
"You fucked all of my friends so why can't I fuck yours? Don't be a hypocrite."
"Wait, this is your ex? You said she transferred." Jaemin laughed.
"I was hoping." He glared.
"Minjeong will see pass you, just wait. She is going to break up with you if you like it or not."
"Can't wait." He smirked at you again causing your anger to just boil over.
Of all guys on this campus, she could hook up with and it had to be Donghyuck. You weren't angry with her of course, hence her lack of Information but it felt worse knowing how infatuated she was already. She didn't stop talking about him since you and him finally met. You wanted to tell her everything but Donghyuck was right, you had to open your mouth and make up this whole lie of not knowing him.
But the worst part wasn't because he was dating your best friend. It was because you were still hopelessly and annoyingly in love with him. Sounds stupid right? Well that's how you felt. Everything was perfect up until that one night.
Well, maybe you were just caught up as well and maybe he just was never the guy you think he was. Maybe you should transfer? It's not too late.
>> Next Part
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livin4mybabes · 1 year
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I would do anything for you- jude bellingham
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summary: jude being the cutest and most caring boyfriend, helping you to take off your make-up. pairing: jude bellingham x reader  warnings: none words count: 1.07 k Author’s note:This is my first story, sorry if there are some mistakes but English is not my first language. I hope you enjoy this cute Jude!
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You and Jude decided to go out with some friends.
You weren't the type of person who drank a lot, but tonight you decided to have a good time with your boyfriend in a club to relax for a while - you from the stress of university and Jude from the World Cup, which had been a bit tough-
It was past 2:00 am and you were quite drunk so Jude thought it was time to go home as they didn't want you to have a terrible hangover in the morning.
"Babe, let's go home" Jude takes you by the waist as you dance with one of your friends.
"But Jude, I don't wanna go. It's still early" you wrap your arms around his waist and lean your head on his chest while you pout.
Even though he couldn't look directly at your face, he knew the expression you were making.
He wraps his arms around your waist as he places a few small kisses on your neck and whispers in your ear loud enough for you to hear over the music.
"Are you sure you're okay? Of course if you want to continue with the girls it's fine, just tell me when you want to leave and we'll leave right away."
"It's ok baby, or do you wanna go? are you feeling tired? Then tell me and we'll leave" You look him in the eye looking alarmed.
"No, no, it's fine. I just wanted to make sure you're okay and comfy. Let me know when you need to go, I'll go with the guys" He says and gives you a kiss as he walks away and approaches his mates.
It was about an hour after Jude left when you felt your feet hurt, so now it was time to go. So, you said goodbye to your friends who were still at the party and approached Jude who was with the guys with a glass in his hand.
"Babe, I think I really want to go home now," you said as you hugged him.
"Sure, let's just say goodbye" He said and you nodded, only saying goodbye to the boys as you had said goodbye to your friends before.
With that, you left the club and headed to the car, Jude opened the door for you and you got in. As you sat down and were about to close the door, Jude kneels down and helps you to get rid of your heels. He stood up and closed the door, walked around the car and now got in as you smiled involuntarily at his action.
With that, you left the club and headed to the car, and Jude opened the door for you and you got in. As you sat down and were about to close the door, Jude knelt down and helped you take off your heels. He stood up and closed the door, walked around the car and got in as you smiled inevitably at his action.
Arriving at your flat, you headed to your bedroom while Jude went to the kitchen to get a glass of water, you thought.
While Jude was in the kitchen getting a glass of water and a pill - for the headache he was sure you'd have when you woke up - for you.
" Baby?" He spoke to you as he walked down the corridor "Baby, are you in the bedroom?" he spoke to you again, which made him frowned because you didn't answer
When he walked into the bedroom, the first thing he saw was you sleeping with one of his shirts on - you probably hadn't found your pajamas and grabbed the first thing you saw - and with one of your makeup remover wipes in your hand. You probably fell asleep while removing your make-up, so he smiled as he remembered that you always, ALWAYS remove it as you don't like to sleep with any make-up on no matter what.
Although you wouldn't have noticed, Jude does pay attention to your night routine, such as how you remove your make-up with a wipe, wash your face, apply a toner, and apply creams that you're assured leave your skin feeling soft as a baby.
Leaving the glass and the pill on your side, he walked over to you and laid you down on the bed. He took the wipe from your hand and began to remove your make-up which made you moan and move his hand away from your face.
"love, wait I'm removing your make-up" he continued to remove you make up while laughing.
"baby, wake up. You must wash your face, I know you will kill me if I don't wake you up and you sleep with makeup on" He spoke to you as he caressed your face, and you snuggled more into your place.
"y/n, wake up please, or there will be no breakfast in bed tomorrow" Jude continued talking to which you replied "but I want a chocolate croissant" you speak with your eyes still closed. Jude nodded and smiled.
As you wash your face, Jude looks at you through the mirror smiling.
"I can't, the creams will be another day" you say heading back to bed.
"No, no, babe come back," he grabbed your wrist as you walked back to the bathroom. "I'll finish this for you" and put you down on the counter
He took the toner and gently wiped it over your face; then he took the moisturizing cream –that by the way, Jude thought smelled really good - and put it on your face, carefully massaging it in a little. When he finished, he gave you a kiss on the tip of your nose that make you smile.
"There you go, baby, that's it. Now to sleep," he said as he put you on the floor and gave you a little smack.
" babyyyyyyy" you moaned. "What? That's what I deserve for helping you with your routine."
You both headed to bed, you lay down and Jude took off his clothes to finally lay down next to you.
"Thank you, I love you so much Jude" you hugged him around the torso.
"I have to say I loved doing that and don't worry babe, I would do anything for you. I love you" he said as he kissed you on the top of your head.
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sorrowsofsilence · 3 months
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Burning Out • Teaser
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I was lost, but now I'm found Under the lights and in the sounds So let us sing and sing it loud That we're not perfect, but we're proud of who we are
Noah Sebastian is lost. His crime-filled lifestyle is anything but perfect; but everything changes once he meets you.
Noah Sebastian x Fem!Reader
General Warnings: explicit content, smut 18+, mentions of drugs, alcohol, murder, other forms of crime, violence.
Authors note: hiiii. This story was requested by an anon a while back and I have decided to try and give it a shot (Prompt given was: Noah and the boys have a tough life and steal to make it by, and live in a motel room together. Meets reader and ends up breaking into her house unknowing.) I hope this vibes with what you wanted! <3 I have no idea how many chapters this will be, im just kinda gonna go with the flow!
Here’s the beginning of the chapter, just to see if anyone’s interested :3
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NOAH
The world was always in a state of grey, the life of the concrete jungle persistently sucking out the souls of its inhabitants with every passing second. Destruction. Crime. Greed. A shattering abyss of capitalism and corruption.
Yet, within this life time, I don’t think I was meant to be the good guy either.
Perhaps there was a chance for me, someday or somehow within another universe.
For now, the only thing I could think about was how my heart pounded as the gun sat between my fingers, threatening the innocent ahead. Destruction, Crime, Greed.
“Noah, let’s go,” Ruffilo pulled at my wrist in desperation. My arm remained still, resisting against his force.
The woman’s eyes watched me in horror, tears brimming as her back hit the brick wall behind her, arms wrapping protectively around her body in defeat.
My heart rapidly raced, but I remained still.
“I won’t say anything I swear,” She pleaded, lips trembling, saliva foaming from her mouth as she was too afraid to swallow.
I don’t want to do this, but I fucked up.
“Noah,” Ruffilo said through gritted teeth, “We need to go,” he placed a hand on top of my gloved one, in another attempt to have me lower the bad decision.
I closed my eyes, squeezing them shut in contemplation as my chest heaved, the voice of rationality fighting against the voice of destruction.
I’ll be even more of a fuck up if she rats on us.
You’ve never been able to kill anyone before you moron, why do you think this time will be any different?
My eyes snapped open, leatherd finger dancing along the trigger as I stared at her. My teeth barred through chapped lips, a snarl of frustration crawling from my throat. The woman's eyes turned away in fear as if watching her own demise would kill her. Ironic.
Seeing her in complete terror left me broken. Is who I am? I am nothing more.
The next thirty seconds passed as though I was walking through molasses, my thoughts battling contradictions before I audibly screamed in frustration, shoving the gun back into my pocket as Nicholas and I ran towards the van.
“Fuck!” I yelled, slamming the car door a forceful as possible. The tires squealed in place, burning out as Jolly’s foot pounded onto the gas pedal.
I ripped off my ski mask, throwing it angrily onto the floor of the vehicle.
“You should’ve just left her Noah. Now if they find us we could be charged with assault with a weapon.” The deep Swedish accent was the last thing I wanted to hear. He eyed me sternly in the rear view mirror. I lingered on his gaze for a moment before turning my head towards the window.
“Oh Fuck off Jolly,” I sighed angrily, closing my eyes as my breathing quickened, the anxiety beginning to set in. The pounding of my heart began to vibrate along my entire chest, and my leg bounced in anticipation, waiting for the panic to subside.
I kept justifying to myself that we’re all dead anyway, so what’s the difference between a God and a loaded gun?
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I'll leave the prompt given below. Chapter one will be out later tn <3
“BUT what about a Noah fic where him and the boys grew up with a hard life, but they always stuck together. Growing up they got into a lot of trouble, and they are still struggling. So they all live in a little motel room together. Then one day Noah runs into reader, and she’s new to LA and she also grew up with a bad background but she got away from it and worked her ass off to get a nice little house in LA. So they talk for a bit and get along with each other, they swap numbers and stuff. Then one night it’s noah get money for him and the boys. So he decides to break into a house and just steal some stuff so he can sell it for money. BUT he ends up breaking into readers house by accident, and she catches him. She hurt and scared at first, but then she starts kind of sympathizing for him. He is apologizing profusely to her telling her he didn’t know it was her house, and basically they have a conversation about Noah’s life with the boys, and why he does what he does. And basically they end up falling for each other, and after a while reader realizes how lonely she is living in her house alone in LA with no friends. So she tells noah that him and the boys should move in with her, and she would help them find jobs and stuff. Eventually they agree, and then after they move in she notices how much they love music and that the two nicks both have old acoustic guitars that they occasionally play while Noah songs along. She works at a bar and then ends up getting them a gig at her work, and then after they play there a few times they start blowing up on the internet and getting popular, then eventually they get huge and go on tour. When they become famous they all convince reader to go on tour with them so they can start taking care of her like she did them when they needed it the most.”
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Lots of commentary on Penelope and Colin lately. I thought I'd throw my two cents in (I'm old and have lived the Fandom life before Tumblr existed).
My thoughts? Book wasn't great, but out of the ones I read, their book was the best for me (don't get me started on Benedict's book, oof). I like how the show has made Colin and Penelope true friends, definitely more than what happened in the book.
In the book, I think the world of Penelope. And the fun-loving Colin too, although I was a bit... disturbed at jealous, angry Colin. In the show, I think they gave much of Colin's charms to Benedict but I still like Colin's kind of moral compass. He's young and impulsive and generally a good person. He's a great son to Violet, a great brother and a good friend to Pen. He is also a little clueless about his true emotions. He says things without meaning offense, not necessarily thoughtless or unkind, just lacking insight. So what we interpret is this great guy who unknowingly leads Pen on. I don't think he means to, she's his very close friend. But unfortunately, he does sort of push the boundaries of propriety with her. Holds her hand, takes her into private rooms and closes the door, tells her how special she is. I can only imagine how confused Penelope would be. Everything points to his growing affection. Until she hears him state otherwise. And regardless if he didn't mean for her to hear, it was kind of a cruel, especially the laughter. Ouch!
Now onto Penelope. She's allowed to be upset. She read the signals and unfortunately, she read them wrong. Everything she's ever known about courtship is from her perception of society. She watched Marina take Colin into a private room with the intent to seduce (and to this day, she would be clueless as to what happened in that room). So when Colin grabs her hand and takes her into a private room, well, she's thinking that Colin is into her! Then he dances with her, tells her she's special and he'll always look after her. I mean, she was riding Cloud Nine. So for her to hear him laugh about courting her, well, that's gotta be a tough pill to swallow. So let her have some anger and be upset. She's allowed emotions. Honestly, I'm sure even if she's angry at Colin (and Eloise), she's having just as hard time looking internally and discovering that part of her problems stem from her own issues and fallacy of reading too much into things. I mean, she's done some very questionable things. Things that were not pretty. She has hurt people with her lies. But she also isn't the villain that some people make her out to be. The show clearly shows her expressing remorse for doing awful things. She sobs after delivering the LW about Marina and is seen crying as she writes about Eloise. I'm not sure the show will have her apologize but I don't think they'll show as this selfish manipulator that a lot of people tend to see her as. She's supposed to make errors. She's young and for the first time in her short life has got people talking about something that she created. So she's probably making questionable choices with her skewed sense of importance.
All I want for season 3 is to see them fall in love. Not with an idealized sense of love (Penelope) but truly accepting each other's everything. I love a good Friends to Lovers trope, and I think Luke and Nicola are gonna be incredible. I'm excited (and I'd be more excited if they released a date, a picture, a hint, anything about season 3).
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Ummm who is this wearing a crop top 6 weeks postpartum and feeling totally comfortable doing it? I’ve never worn a crop top in my life but I like it. I feel like a badass mama owning my curves and little stretch marks peeking out.
I planted some little mums out front. We (me, MIL & the boys) spent this morning walking around town enjoying a Septemberfest event with live music. It was nice. Holden loves music so much. He screams and dances and is just filled with pure joy hearing music being played so loudly. It’s lovely. We got some fresh fruit from a local farm market. All in all, not bad, though I keep feeling in the back of my mind that I’d rather be spending these fall days with my husband too. Having a tough time this week with B being away so much.
Last night after having Holden fight a nap and be an absolute asshole all afternoon, I finally got Derrick down and all I wanted was to get a hot shower and go to bed. I cracked the back door to make sure it was closed properly before locking it and the literal second the door cracked open, one of those Asian giant hornets flew into the kitchen. Do you guys know of them?! They’re fucking prehistoric looking, loud as all hell, and enormous. And absolutely not invited inside my house. After an embarrassing amount of tears (evidently that was the LAST straw for me), I managed to spray the shit out of it with bleach spray and smash it with a frying pan. A frying pan. Sucker was easily 3” long with a 3” wing span. Not okay. So as long as THAT doesn’t happen again, today will no doubt be a better day than yesterday was.
Holden is going down for a nap now and I plan to veg out on the couch with Derrick, a turkey sandwich, and some cold case files on Netflix. ✌🏻
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Hi costume anon here! I love goth Soap and tech Gaz so much!!!!!!!
Do I have ideas about the effects of repeated and long term exposure to ghostly energy?why yes, yes I do >:3c
Okay Ghost isn’t a full Ghost (ha!) which means he operates on a plain/wavelength (or what have you) closer to humans then a regular goulie would, close enough that a little bit of the extra energy the run off starts to affect the mortals around him… (you can use this for horror or comedy depending on how far you want to take it (I don’t think it would lead to death though))
At first there’s a bit of lethargy and a feeling of lingering cold slight numbness and or tingling on fingers and toes easily ignore or brushed off
Insomnia would hit after that and if they were early birds they’d slowly become night owls but again given what the guys have been through they don’t think much about it
It isn’t until they get sick and they start leaking a little ecto that things start dawning on them (queue the angst (Ghost sulks and tries to avoid them ( this does not work)))
After a while their colds (he he) settle down but if they remain paler then before and their canines are a little sharper, they can see a little better in the darkness and have a feeling of general otherness about them who’s to say?
Itty-bitty baby cores they can’t replenish on their own so when soap gets angry people get static shocks if they touch him and it’s a little easer for Gaz to hack tech when he can speak tech. I’d also wager they’d build a tolerance to Ghost abilities so the ghostly wail and cold glare wouldn’t effect them much maybe they could even sense him.
The speed with which the changes happen would be determined by length and rate of exposure
I hope this isn’t to much rambling my autistic arse would not stop thinking about this even when I had things to do today lol
I hope you have a great day!
RAAAAAAHHHHH YOU'VE SOLD ME ON IT
Nobody would notice them being tired or testy, because they're in the military, everyone's tired and testy. They have caffeine addictions, but so does every soldier. They bark orders at recruits, but come onnnn they're sergeants. It's literally their job to be tough on lower ranks.
Ghost would sulk thinking he's hurting his friends, meanwhile-
Gaz: "who needs wifi when you ARE the wifi?!" Happily tip-tapping away on a laptop that absolutely should not be getting signal where they are, and yet he's getting better signal and faster internet than anyone else does on fucking base. Suddenly he's got controll of all the electronics the enemies have. Drones self destruct, turrets open fire, every door simultaneously locks, trapping men. The enemy base is in chaos.
Soap: "AHAHAHAHAHA! Zippity zap, pippity pop! And yer transformers all go BOOM!!!" His eyes shine brightly and electricity crackles and dances through his mohawk. Distant explosions as the every transformer and junction box gets overloaded simultaneously. There's fire everywhere.
Through their constant proximity to Ghost, and constant use of their powers, it doesn't take long for them to both become powerhouses in their own right.
Tbh, I fucking love electricity powers for Soap. I know we all headcanon him as a pyro, a firy little demon man, but I really think electricity suits him. Ever seen an outlet shoot sparks? They're blue! Not all the time, but still. Blue's always been his color, to me at least. Ever seen a transformer exploded? Big ol' fireball. And he'd cause constant electrical fires if he could.
Anyhow! Fuck I love this AU 🥰 And you! You're brilliant!
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luvfae · 2 years
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MY FAVOURITE
HENDERSON
PART FIVE
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summary: you finally beat eddie at his own game.
fandom: stranger things
parings: eddie x f henderson reader
warnings: swearing, dirty talk
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After another long afternoon at cheer practice all you wanted to do was go home, have a shower and lay in your bed. But alas, it could never be that simple, not when Eddie Munson was at your house.
“Are you ever at your own house?” You asked as you walked through the front door, dumping your school bag on the kitchen bench.
“Why would I want to be at my house when I could be here, annoying you?” He asked.
You rolled your eyes, opening the fridge and grabbing out a cold drink. “I’m not in the mood for any of your antics today, Munson,” you warned, walking straight past him and into your room, where he followed you.
“What’s wrong, princess? Tough afternoon of dancing in that short dress that fits you so well?” He asked.
“Go play with Dustin,” you replied.
“Dustin is currently in the shower, I think it’d be a bit inappropriate to play him right now,” Eddie said. “You on the other hand, i’d gladly play with you in the shower.”
You froze, eyes widening, you felt his breath fan across your neck. It made goosebumps rise on your skin.
“Don’t pretend that you haven’t thought about it before,” Eddie said.
“Thought about what?” You played dumb, wanting to hear him say exactly what he meant. His hands snaked around your waist, pushing your back flush against his chest.
“Me and you,” he whispered in your ear.
“Care to elaborate?”
Eddie laughed, spinning you around so you were facing him. “If you want me to talk dirty to you all you have to do is ask, kitten,” Eddie said.
You shivered at the nickname, he had called you many things before. Princess, sweetheart, babe, but kitten was new.
“You’re disgusting,” you said, acting as if your core wasn’t aching right now.
Eddie smirked, tapping your nose. “Says the one who asked for me to elaborate when she knew damn well what I was talking about,” Eddie said, his hands moving from the small of your back, resting comfortably on your butt. “I could list off all the dirty things i’d do to you but unfortunately we’d be here for hours.”
“I have nothing but time, Munson,” you replied, hands resting firmly on his chest. “Try me.”
Eddie raised his eyebrows at you, his smirk not once faltering at your words. “i’d bend you over-“
“Bend me over what?” You cut him off. You wanted to make him fidget, wanted to make him stutter and stumble over his words like he did so easily to you.
“Anything,” Eddie replied quickly, without even thinking about it. “I’d fuck you so hard it’d be painful for you to walk for the next week.”
You gulped, imaging him drilling into you, you pushed your thighs together trying to relieve some tension and of course he noticed.
“What’s the matter?” He asked.
And for once, instead of backing down, instead of telling him some lie, you mustered up the courage to talk back.
“You’re making me so wet,” you whispered. And just like that, Eddie Munson froze. You had finally caught him off guard, beat him at his own game. “Cat got your tongue, babe?” You asked, mocking his words from a few nights ago.
“You… I- what?” He stuttered, eyes wide as he stared at you. Trying to comprehend what the hell you had just said to him.
“Do you need me to repeat myself?” You asked, looking up at him. “I said you’re making me so wet!” You practically yelled.
Eddie’s mouth opened slightly, in shock at the words you had just spoken to him for a second time.
“Yuck, yuck, yuck, yuck, yuck!” Dustin’s voice rang through your ears and all the colour drained from your face. “What is wrong with you guys?!” Dustin yelled, walking away from your bedroom. “I hate you both. So damn disgusting, I can’t, I can’t handle this!” You could hear him yelling from outside of your bedroom, his voice becoming muffled as he closed his door.
“Fuck…” You whispered, pushing Eddie off of you. “Piss off, Munson,” you ordered, pointing to the door.
Eddie blinked at you, slowly turning on his heel and leaving you alone in your bedroom. He was still in shock for the remainder of the night, your words replaying in his head over and over and over. He couldn’t even hear a word of Dustin’s almost hour long lecture, to focused on the thought of you being wet.
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Cheater, Cheater
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Keys x reader! Based off an idea by @loliakeoghan23​
Before the story of Free Guy begins, reports of a hacker stealing user codes pile up to the extent that Antwan enlists Keys to track the culprit down or risk losing his job
TW: Cursing, sexual themes, actual crime
The furious clacking of the keyboard’s tiles echoed around the room as Y/n’s eyes fixated on the screen, finger whirring as she fired repeatedly at the digital avatars.
The Harlequin-style character shot in accordance with each click, sending the surrounding players to the ground.
“You’re pretty good at this,” the chat crackled to life through her headphones as the player count dropped. Y/n rolled her eyes at the condescending tone and flicked down her mic. “I’m no expert,” she replied coquettishly in a sugary voice. “Just playing for fun.”
Clearly it was the right move, as the guy seemed to gain more confidence from her answer. “Your boyfriend help you rack up all those levels, babe? Pretty high score for someone who’s using it for rec.”
Jeez, that was predictable, Y/n smirked, used to the ‘smooth’ lines of Free City’s most frequent players. Judging by his skin and gamer tag, this dude was either some geeky teenager or a thirty-year old who was still dependant on his mother.
Pulling up a sidebar, she started implementing lines of code into the program, mining through the available data as her opponent kept obliviously blabbering on. “I’m just saying, there are hardly any gamer girls that get this far. And the ones who do are like, threes at best.”
Y/n grimaced, stalling long enough for the information to transfer before discreetly moving her character into the enemy’s line of fire, yet not enough so it looked purposeful. 
The gun sound effect mixed with the guy’s triumphant exclamation brought her back to the game, where a heavily decorated YOU LOSE floated over the image of her opponent’s avatar dancing idiotically.  
“Sorry, baby, tough luck,” he crowed, more focused on collecting the onscreen rewards to realise his entire financial information log had been compromised. “We could do this again sometime, I could give you some pointers?” he added hopefully.
“Thanks, but no,” Y/n sighed, double checking the info transfer before exiting the match. The game disappeared into it’s small window, revealing the clear numbers of every purchase ever made with his account. 
Sliding her headphones down around her neck, she started scrolling down each date and timestamp until she got to the core signup information. Free City’s account creator was sketchy from the beginning, with little to no credit security, yet every player needed bank information to join. It was like they were ASKING to get hacked.
“You spend a surprising amount of money on video games for someone with no income, Mr...Brandon,” Y/n mused aloud as she copied each code down and encrypted them. “What would your mother say if she knew you linked her debit card onto your account as well?”
“I really hope you learn your lesson from this, honey” she tsked, 
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“Keys, Keylime, K with a capital E, what is up, man?” Antwan called from behind his desk. 
Keys hesitated awkwardly as the doors slid closed. “Um. Hi. I heard you wanted to talk about something?”
Antwan hopped up, his jacket swishing as he made his way around the table. “Well, I was just thinking about you, bro! I wanted to see how you were doing, ask how’s the wife, you know,” he shrugged. 
“I’m not married?” Keys protested weakly as Antwan wrapped his arm around his shoulder. His boss nodded, clearly not interested. 
“Right, right, that’s cool. So I had a little question I wanted to run by you, being the smart little nerd you are.” 
He opened his mouth to respond, before Antwan kept on talking. 
“I was talking to my dudes in Account Security, that boring stuff, yeah? And usually those meetings are a total snooze. But this week, they had some new stuff to blab about. You got any complaints about bank info being whisked away?”
Keys frowned. “Yeah, uh, we got like four this week. But I checked through the player data base and there’s no record of any breakthroughs.”
“Hmm. See, that’s the fun thing. I know that there’s a hacker, with a cute setup in a dingy basement somewhere, and they’re smart.”
Antwan tapped the side of his head. “But I, my geeky little man, am smarter. Which is why I’m assigning you to finding our fun little thief.”
“Wait, wait, wait,” Keys closed his eyes, trying to process what he was saying. “You want me to find a hacker, who could be literally anywhere in the world? Don’t you have a security team for this kinda thing?”
“Aw, bro, those guys are pathetic. Besides, you’re more than capable. Think of it like a mystery, Detective Hair Gel, assigned to you from the King himself.”
“You’re kidding.” Keys deadpanned.
Antwan smiled, pulling Keys along with him to the large windows at the back of the room. “Look out there, bro,” he said seriously, gesturing to the city beneath them. “There are people out there in danger, losing their hard earned money to this secret villain. Don’t you feel the urge to defend your fellow dudes?” he asked seriously. 
He turned to stare at Keys, a momentous look on his face. “This mission, if you so choose to accept it, will make you a hero.” Suddenly his whole expression changed. “Besides, if you don’t, I’ll have you fired.”
“Antwan, what-” 
“Nice talk, man,” Antwan said nonchalantly, shooing him out. “Good luck on catching the hacker!”
“-but I’m not-” Keys started, before the door slammed in his face. “-going to catch the-damn it.”
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Keys collapsed into his chair, sending it spinning in lazy circles around his cubicle. 
Mouser looked up from his own desk, a scrutinising look on his face. “What happened in there, man? You left and came back looking like you haven’t slept in weeks.”
Keys groaned in response. Tilting his head back to the ceiling to avoid Mouser’s inquisitive gaze. “Antwan’s making me track down this prick who’s stealing user codes.”
 “Oh, man, that’s awful.” Mouser chuckled. 
“Tell me about it,” Keys griped. “My job is riding on tracking down some deadbeat loser.”
Mouser shook his head. “A genius deadbeat loser. I’ve gone through some of the user complaints, and there’s like, nothing there.”
Keys sat up. “So what, I can’t track this guy,” he put down a finger for each point. “We have no idea how he’s managing to get in the accounts,” Another finger. “And finally, my career is on the line if I can’t figure this out.”
He shrugged, exasperated. “I’m screwed.”
“Man, you can do this,” Mouser argued, leaning on the divider between the desks. “Use the MIT smarts.” 
Keys glared at him.
“I’m serious! This dude is pretty good at taking advantage of idiots, right? So act like an idiot and pull a full whamo on him”
“So what, you want me to just parade around in hopes that this one specific hacker decides to hack me?”
Mouser shrugged. “Sure. Catch a fly with your web of smarts, I guess.”
“Thanks, man,” Keys sighed. 
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Y/n hummed along to the music playing on her speakers, nodding her head to the beat as she swiped through the Free City menus.
“-and the haters’ gonna hate hate hate,” she sang along quietly, clicking on her avatar. The pixelated figure appeared on screen, along with the customisation menu. Scrolling down, she settled on a lower grade cutesy costume, and selected the Online Play option. 
Y/n leaned forward in anticipation, fingers resting lightly on the keyboard. As the dial up appeared on the screen, she paused her music and lowered her headphones over her ears. 
When the game finally kicked in, she immediately noticed the classic “I’m-an-angsty-teenage-boy” combo, and sighed in disappointment. Easy marks, with next to no security whatsoever. Sad.
She barely had to do anything, letting the appearance of her character do most of the work as the players shot and fired in accordance. 
As she entered in the code, her phone rang, loudly blaring from beside her. “Shit!” she muttered, scrambling to shut it down, quickly entering the last line of numbers before quickly exiting the lobby. 
Pressing the button on the screen, she exhaled, letting some of the tension roll off her. Putting the phone on silent, Y/n pulled her headphones back on and reentered the game.
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From across the city, Keys sat forward, startled by a security error in the mainframe. A small mistake, only a couple letters misspelled, gave him a pinpoint of someone entering through a backdoor. 
“Bingo,” he grinned, typing in the error location. 
His avatar appeared onscreen, in his default customisation, as he entered the lobby address into the game bar. 
He inhaled deeply as the screen displayed the loading symbol, plugging in his earphones and focusing on the screen.
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mister-mk86 has joined the lobby
The words popped up at the top of the screen, momentarily distracting Y/n from the current menus in her inventory.
She scanned over the player bio, looking for any irregularities that could equal a bot or scammer. Coming up with nothing, she exited the profile and focused on the game.
new message from mistermk86
Y/n groaned. Predictable, really. The lobby had gone down to significantly less players, all newbies or bots at this point. She clicked on the message.
Hey
“Wow. How eloquent.” Y/n scoffed, pulling up her keyboard. 
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Keys stared at his screen, watching the typing indicators in the message board.
rebelfan is typing...
Hi there 
He smirked, quickly typing a response.
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mistermk86 private match?
She rolled her eyes, but clicked on the invitation.
The icon over her character appeared, showing the game type and weapons menu. Navigating it easily, she selected her defaults and began playing.
Part 2----> Coming soon
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Definitely interested in a drabble of Kishibe and SO addressing the future!
Thank you for the wait 🥺. Being the dramatic diva that I am, I had to wait for the perfect opportunity to unleash my angst.
“不要人在乎
I don’t want people to care,
不要人羡慕
I don’t want people to envy,
若我能与你同舞
as long as I can dance with you.”
Warning: Angst, Crying, Discussions on Mortality, Age Gap, Family Planning, Mother’s Tough Love/Being a Disappointment to Your Parents, & Bittersweet Slice of Life.
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It was somewhat of a mundane day today. Well, it was as normal as it could get for a Devil Hunter. A “typical” day just means that the devil was terminated, no one had died under his watch, and there was little to no interventions from Makima. The veteran hunter unlocked and opened the door to his apartment. He was hoping she would be right there on the other side of the door to greet him, but she wasn’t.
She could be asleep; he was unexpectedly called back to work this evening, it was 2 am right now. But then again, it was still odd to him. No matter how late, she had always been there to welcome him. Thinking maybe she felt unwell and was sleeping it off, he kept his footsteps quiet so he would not disturb her. He had always been a detached man, preferring to live his days unbothered by whatever that might be happening around him. But, at this age, he can’t help but to start pandering about the little things; the nonsense emotional things, growing attachments. Although he would never admit it out loud, he feels uneasy without her gentle presence.
After hanging up his coat, he walked deeper into their home via the hallway which led to the living room. He stopped with a sigh of relief when he saw her standing before him. Her back was towards him while she faced the window, seeming to admire the night sky.
The room would’ve been pitch black if not for the dim moonlight illuminating the outline of her figure. She didn’t acknowledge him. Something must’ve happened today to upset her. Could it have something to do with him heading back to work? No, this wasn’t like her and she understands that work is work. Today wasn’t anything special, so it shouldn’t be a matter of him forgetting about a sentimental date.
“Hey.” He breathed as he stood behind her with his arms wrapped around her body, pulling her back snug against his chest.
Still no verbal reply, but she returned his affection with a simple gesture of squeezing his hands with her own.
“This is a bit too melodramatic, even by your standards. Anything happen while I was gone?”
The closeness of their bodies allowed him to sense the irregular rhythm of her heartbeat. It was frantic, that’s how he knew something was troubling her mind.
“My mother called today.”
Shit. That was all he had to hear to know that whatever follows wouldn’t be pleasant. He had faced devils and had many close callings with death, but nothing was more frightening to him than the very woman who had birthed her. How could someone be so closely blood related but so inherently different? He opted to stay silent, because silence was golden when it came to topics pertaining to her estranged family.
She said nothing as well, but this didn’t mean that there was nothing left to be said. The conversation she had with her mother plagued her mind like a curse; she couldn’t forget the hurtful yet honest statements her own mother had made against her.
When you first said he was a Devil Hunter, I had only thought that you were going through your rebellious phase later in life.
When you said you guys were officially together, I had come to accept that maybe you were in it for financial stability.
When you said he was older, I had thought that maybe you were looking to settle down and perhaps a young man slightly older was a good influence.
It wasn’t until I had pieced together everything that you had been hiding from me, I came to the only viable conclusion: that you were absolutely out of your mind.
The man you are with is a Devil Hunter who is barely a few years younger than your own father. You are with a man who stayed in this erratic line of work since his youth, and will most likely die one day in a manner where you wouldn’t even have a body to mourn over one last time. He is an alcoholic. He is an avid smoker. He is an absolute abomination. This is the the man you are wasting the brightest years of your youth on.
I had thought that maybe I was insane for thinking perhaps you did it for money. I had thought myself to be a shameless mother for accepting that perhaps you were just waiting for him to die in the line of duty, so that you could collect the spousal compensation that came with being married to a ticking time bomb. However, you aren’t married. He could die, and you be left with nothing. He could tire of you and move on to the next pretty young thing, leaving you with nothing. There is no stability in this nonsense you are entertaining. It was then, that I came to understand that it was you who was mad. Wasting the limited years of the most valuable time of your life with an immoral deadman who lives on borrowed time.
Saying that you are a disgrace doesn’t even capture the full extent of the disappointment I have for you.
The words of her mother screeched interminably in her mind, like nails scratching harshly against a blackboard. The most detrimental part of their conversation wasn’t even the cruel things her mother had said…it was the fact that she knew that her mother had only said them, because she loved her so dearly and wanted only the best for her. A mother’s tough love.
“Do you ever think about the future?”
He paused and pondered at her question before replying, “the furthest I think ahead, is coming back to see you at the end of the day.”
He felt her muscles tense.
“No…the future. I meant further down the road, like a year or two or even a couple of years later down the path.”
“No.” This was one reply he didn’t need to think about; it came so easily, so naturally.
“Not even about us?”
He knew where this was leading. This was a conversation he had with the many women in his life, but somehow he was able to avoid with her until now.
“I can’t say that it had never crossed my mind, but I only think about us in the present tense.” He relied back on his classic line.
“So, do you ever thin-“ he cuts her off with a sudden kiss on the top of her head followed his reply, “I don’t.”
“Why…?” He could feel her heart beating faster and faster, almost as if it could burst out of rhythm at any second.
“Because I can’t plan for a future I may not even have.” He kisses her again as his lips traces down until the tip of her left ear. “Every day I am still kicking it with you by my side is a blessing already. I cannot be too greedy and covet for anymore than what I am already grateful for.”
“Why is it so hard for you to even think about our future?”
“Because it is not our future. It is yours, and I have no say in that. It is your life, kid.”
She broke out of his embrace to stare him in the eye. Despite their height difference, she stood her ground and locked her eyes with his. “How could you say that?” She asked with defiance laced in her tone.
Pointing at the entry way, he spoke, “Because one day I won’t be able to walk back through that door.” He could see tears start to collect at the corners of her eyes. It was always such a beautiful sight as the gleam from the moisture enriched her eyes with an ethereal iridescent glow, almost making her pupils appearing gemlike. “I want to ensure that if - no - when that day comes, you will be able to move on with your life. Finding another guy, hopefully one that will give you normal life. A guy you could bring home to your family during the holidays. A guy who won’t subject you to your mother’s relentless ridicules of you and her endless mockeries of your life choices!”
Maybe it was the alcohol which was constantly present in his system. Maybe it was the lack of tolerance as his patience worn ever-so thinly in his old age. Maybe it was a stressful day, after all he did get called back to the job twice today. Or maybe it was hard to keep an indifferent composure when he was being honest about his feelings. F*ck feelings and the irrationality it brings, he had lost his cool as he shouted his most intimate thoughts at her. He had never once raised his voice at her…until now.
Tears starts to flow uncontrollably down her cheeks. Her hands rushed to cover her exposed shame as they rubbed desperately against her face to wipe away the evidence of her humiliation. Soft whimpers came out of her mouth as she hiccuped against the surge of teardrops which threatened to suffocate her.
.
..
F*ck, it was the only word which came to his mind. He had really f*cked up this time.
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Notes:
The recommended song is Shan Yichun’s Dancing in the Dark. Like the lyrics depicts, the protagonist is in the dark. Kishibe doesn’t discuss a future with her. Their future has no guideway, no direction, and not even a frail moonlight to shine the most faintest pathway. Their future is unknown: it is the darkness. The saddest part is that she knows this, but is still willing to “dance in the dark” because that is the only way she could remain by his side.
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The Girlfriend Who Remade Christmas
Part Eight: Fancy Ties an' Granny's Pies
Square: Food Coma ~ spnchristmasbingo (2022)
Song: Mistletoe and Holly ~ Frank Sinatra
Pairing: Dean x Nicole {Nico/Nic} OFC
Summary: Making new friends leads to an emotional confession.
Warnings: Sexually suggestive flirting; Implied sex; Fluff; Melancholy-Nicole gets emotional; Mild language; Canon divergence
Word Count: 5,012
Beta: @princessmisery666
Credit: @talesmaniac89 made the wonderful title card and chapter headers.
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Series Master Post
The Road So Far https://forgottenworld.travelmap.net/
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Nic squints an eye open. It’s bright, too bright, and she groans, throwing an arm over her eyes to shelter them. 
“Was just coming to wake you.” 
The mattress dips as he sits, and she rolls to curl around him, laying her head on the knee he props on the bed. “Hmmm, so warm and solid.” Her fingers play with the material of his boxers as her eyes travel up his shirtless torso, giving him a wink.
Smoothing a hand over her hair, he chuckles, “Are you still drunk?”
“Nah.” Giving the firm flesh of his thigh a nip before rolling onto her back, “A little groggy,” she throws her arms above her head, arching her back in a full body stretch with a satisfied sigh when the facet joints crack. Flicking her tongue around her mouth, she smacks her lips together, adding, “And I think something crawled in my mouth and died. Otherwise, not bad.”
“Well, that’s appealing.”
“Isn’t it?” Puckering her lips, she reaches for him, “Give me a kiss,” but he slips from the bed with a laugh.
“Why don’t you take care of that whole,” he wiggles a finger in the air, “mouth situation, and I’ll order breakfast. Or, uh, I could serve myself up on a platter,” he taunts, with a smart-ass grin and eyes crinkled at the corners.
“Ugh,” she groans, pushing herself upright. “That’s not going to go away anytime soon, is it.”
“Nope,” he laughs.
With a deep shrug and a wink, she laughs with him, “You know what? I stand by it. My guy’s H-O-T …hot. Smokin’ hot and almost as tasty as bacon!”
“Almost? Someone need a reminder?” The challenge in his eyes, coupled with the seductive, domineering edge of his tone, sparks an answering defiance. 
“Oh, someone needs a reminder, alright,” swinging her legs off the bed, she stands, dragging her fingers up his torso, “but it’s not me. I think,” she pinches a pert nipple, eliciting a hiss, “you need to be reminded,” her nails scrape up and over his shoulder, as she glides around behind him, “of exactly who is in charge this time.”
His hands fist at his sides, muscles roll and flex beneath her fingertips as she rakes them down his back, but he remains silent. Massaging an ass cheek before giving it a firm whack, she dances away, laughing as she calls over her shoulder, “Order breakfast while I’m in the bathroom, and then we’ll see about that taste test. Oh, and Dean,” she waits for him to turn, “please order extra bacon. We’re going to need it.”
His hushed ‘Fuck me’ makes her chuckle as she closes the bathroom door behind her.
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Nicole looks up at Dean, chewing the piece of bacon he places on her tongue, using his thighs as leverage to push up on her knees. With a hum and a sweet smile, she swallows the tasty morsel, “I don’t know,” fingers curling into his flesh, her head tilts in contemplation, “it’s a tough call. Both are just so …yummy.”
Dean’s grunt of disapproval makes her giggle, and she places a quick peck on the top of a thigh, scraping a nail down the length of his other. “I think I need to gather more data.” 
“Well,” he reaches over for another slice of bacon from the tray on the side table, “you better get to it then,” before settling back into the couch cushions and spreading his legs a little bit wider.
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“You ready to go yet?” he calls from the living room a while later. “Daylight’s burning.”
“Yeah, yeah, don’t get your panties in a wad,” she chides, fastening her necklace as she walks into the room. “Why are you in such a rush? Thought you didn’t want to go.”
Dean shrugs as she steps up next to him. “Changed my mind.” 
“Uh huh, and why is that?” With a sheepish grin, he hands over his phone. Staring at an image of a table full of pies, she asks, “What am I looking at?”
“I looked up the festival, and there are a bunch of beer and food vendors. One of them is a pie shop.”
“Ah, I see.” It’s tough, and his big cheesy grin doesn’t help, but Nic holds back the laugh that threatens to burst from her chest and pouts. “So, it’s not about wanting to spend time with your adorably awesome and oh-so-loving girlfriend. It’s about getting buzzed on craft beers and scarfing down pie.” 
“Not true.” Slinking an arm around her, he roughly pulls her against him, burying his face in her neck, nipping and licking the tender flesh. “It’s about enjoying all three of my favorite food groups.” Sharp teeth gently tug on her earlobe as he pulls away.
Smacking his arm, she giggles. “Well, after that amazing breakfast you served me, I suppose I could return the favor with a special treat and nightcap later.”
“That’s my girl,” he cheers, smacking her ass, “now let’s get this show on the road.”
As they exit the elevator into the lobby, Nic asks, “You want to drive today?”
“Seriously?” Dean looks like she just handed him a giant rainbow slinky, and she can’t help the giddiness that bubbles inside her.
“Yeah. As much as I love being in control, it does feel weird doing all the driving. Besides, I want to look at your pictures from yesterday.”
Once they’re on the road, she pulls out her laptop, wiggling in the seat until she’s comfortable as his latest pictures load. When she gasps, Dean glances over, ready to ask what’s wrong, but she raises a hand to forestall any questioning.
A few minutes pass as she scrolls through the images and then whispers, ‘Wow’, before falling silent again. After another ten miles of silence, he can’t take it anymore and nervously asks, ”That bad?”
“Bad? Hardly,” she chuckles, finally looking at him. “These are wonderful. You’re a quick study.” Dean’s ears tip pink, but his smile is broad, and she can’t help but reach over and give his arm a comforting pat.
“Yeah?” His tone is doubtful. Face pinched in uncertainty.
“Oh!” She clicks her tongue and sits up a little straighter, a wide grin parting her lips as she starts typing. 
Curiosity piqued when she starts humming to herself, he leans to the side, trying to see what has her so excited while keeping one eye on the road. “What are you doing?” 
Without looking at him, she lightly pats his cheek, nearly poking his eye out while pushing his face away. “Watch the road. I’ll show you when we get there.”
Thankfully, it’s a short drive, and he doesn’t have to wait long. However, sitting in the parking lot, Dean squirms with anticipation when she fails to acknowledge they’ve reached their destination.
“You’re worse than a two-year-old,” she huffs, finally looking up from the computer, a teasing smile meeting his sullen pout.
Gesturing toward the park and rows of vendor booths beyond the windshield, he whines, “Food. Beer.”
“Chill, dude. I’m sure there are still plenty of pies and alcohol to stuff in those adorable cheeks and fill this bottomless pit.” With a wink, she pokes him in the belly, receiving an epic bitchface as he swats her hand away.
Ignoring the remark, he asks, “You gonna tell me what you’ve been doing?” pointing a finger at her laptop.
“Oh, yeah!” Placing the device on the console between them, she takes him through the online travel journal she created to showcase his pictures of their trip. “What do you think?” 
“It’s a- a cool site, but what do we need it for? We can look at the pictures anytime we want and already know where we’ve been.” 
“Well, I was hoping you’d be okay with me sharing it on my blog. I won’t be posting every picture you take, just some highlights. It will be a little memento of our journey, like a digital scrapbook. Plus, it will showcase your photos. You never know where that might lead.”
He runs a hand over his thigh, the other clenching around the steering wheel. “Uh, I don’t know. They’re not that good, and we are still hunters. Still need to stay under the radar.” Pursing his lips, he mentally catalogs all the ways this could backfire. “Why would anybody want to read about our trip?”
Nicole understands his hesitancy. She had a bit of a meltdown after sharing her first works online. He’s probably thinking about those damn Edlund books too. “Hey, I won’t post them if you don’t want me to. It’s just a fun little way to share our experience with others. A chance to share your unique perspective, like we discussed.” 
If he chose to pursue a career in the field, there’s no doubt he’d be amazing at it.
“But, speaking professionally, and not as your girlfriend, these photos are very good. Yeah, the first ones are a little rough, but you can already see your progress.” 
The tightness in his body eases as she continues. “Not everyone will be interested, but there will be people that will enjoy following along. Maybe they want to gain insight into a place they’ve never been or hope to travel to someday. Or they want a reminder of a favorite spot, see what your take is on a place they’re familiar with. Some just like sharing the joy in someone else’s adventures, and a few simply like being nosey. We won’t post pictures with any identifying features in them.”  
Dean bobs his head, drumming his fingers on the steering wheel. “No names? No faces?”
“You know I don’t use my real name on my blog. I’m not going to start now.” Eyeing him with barely contained enthusiasm, she adds, “No personal details whatsoever, all metadata removed.”
“You really think they’re good enough for your site?”
Expelling an exaggerated breath, she rolls her eyes. “Do you remember my first photos? The first pieces of jewelry I made years ago that are now shoved away in that box?” A smirk forms, and he opens his mouth. “Eh!” she cautions, holding up a finger. “Don’t say a word. My point is no one starts out an expert. But yes, these are fabulous pictures. You should be proud of them."
The cheeky smile remains as he ultimately relents. “Fine. But I get the final say on what’s posted. Like, uh, what’s the deal with this one of the bartender?” The smile shifts, lips twisting and pursing as he reads her comment. “Really?” Brows knitting together, he side-eyes her. “You thought he was ‘incredibly charming’?”
Excited as she is about him agreeing to share his photos, it’s hard to contain as she explains, “He was! Oh, and did you know that his wife Abbey is one of the distillers?” Dean's features ease at the mention that Marcus is married, and Nic suppresses the giggle bubbling in her throat at his snit of jealousy. “She created one of the signature whiskeys for the season’s Distiller’s Cut.” 
“Oh, yeah! She was nice, and that was the whiskey in my drink, right?” His smile is contrite but more relaxed, and he refrains from saying more about her comments in the posts. He kisses her forehead, then sighs, “Alright, show me how to do this.”
“Well, I already have everything set up for the past few days,” Nic scrolls through the site to show him the images she’s uploaded, “all you need to do is click here to share the link. Tomorrow, we can update the journal together so you can see how it works. You good with that?”
“Works for me.” After sharing the link, he slips the laptop under his seat and pulls the keys from the ignition. “Alright, let’s get some grub.”
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Head resting on his shoulder, Nicole snuggles in closer to his warmth, thankful she’d brought her jacket. It’s still much warmer than back home, but the temperature has dropped to align more with the season. Since Dean ignored her advice to bring one, she’d bought him a hoodie from one of the brewery stalls that also carried branded merchandise. He’d flipped for their signature stout and signed them up for the company’s membership program with a promise to visit the brewery in the spring.
After nearly putting himself into a food coma with a metric ton of carb-filled fried foods, they found a bench away from the main throng of people, watching the sun sink lower in the orange-washed sky. 
The rumble beneath her palm resting over his belly is a warning, and she quickly sits up out of the path of the loud belch he emits. Crinkling her nose when she catches the tail end of it, she waves a hand in front of her face. “Geezus, Dean!”
“Sorry,” he chuckles, giving her a sheepish grin.
“Well, I guess I should be thankful that it’s not as bad as Sam after one of his monster burritos.” His laugh is loud and boisterous, and Nic snorts, causing a few people to turn their heads, but neither of them notices. Laughter fading, she pats his stomach. “Is there room for pie now?”
“Phfft, of course!” he huffs, rolling his eyes and feigning shock. “You doubt that I would have room for pie? You wound me.”
“How imprudent of me,” she teases back.
Dean’s features soften as he brushes his thumb over her chin before picking up her hand and kissing the back of it. “Thank you.” Another kiss to her hand, and she curls her fingers into his. “Thank you for planning this trip and for always supporting me.”
Heart doing a little fluttery thing in her chest, she leans forward to kiss him but is abruptly forestalled when he turns his head to the side to let out another burp. Exhaling in disgust, she sits back. “Way to ruin the moment, dude.”
“I’m sorry,” cupping her face in his palms, he pulls her in to kiss her forehead, “again.”
Hand on his chest, she pushes him away and stands. “C’mon, let’s go get your pie.” Dean grips her hand with exuberant delight as he walks beside her.
They don’t have to wait in line long at Granny’s Pies. The crowds have thinned around the vendors’ booths as people make their way to the center of the marketplace, where the massive 35-foot tree is ready to be illuminated. 
While Dean decides which twelve slices he wants for his diabetes-inducing sugar fest, aptly named the Confectionery Coma Sampler, Nicole peruses the selection of ties in the adjacent booth. She hums in admiration, picking up a burgundy tonal abstract number and sliding the soft, satiny finish over her palm. 
“Excellent choice.” Nic looks up to find an older woman approaching her from the right. “Is it for that tall drink of water?” 
Nic chokes on a laugh as the woman wiggles her eyebrows and tilts her head in Dean’s direction. It takes a moment to compose herself, but Nic finally responds, shooting a fond smile toward Dean. “Yeah. Yeah, it is.”
“Well, I’m guessing he looks good in just about any color,” the woman hums in approval before looking back to Nicole with a smile, then thumbs over her shoulder. “I got one of my own. Forty-two years last month.”
Nic looks to the back of the booth to find a tall, distinguished-looking gray-haired man rearranging a display of pocket squares, who gives her a cheeky smile and a wink when they make eye contact. When he joins them, he swats the woman on her ass, and she snorts, backhanding his chest while chastising. “Bill, behave.”  
“Well, that’s no fun, darlin’. But I suppose, since we have a customer, I’ll try and contain myself.” His hand moves to the small of her back, but the smirk remains on his lips.
The sense that she’s looking at an older version of Dean and herself washes over Nicole in a swell of emotion, and she can’t help the smile that spreads over her face. Being reminded that they now have a chance to grow old together—live a life outside of all the darkness and suffering—unexpectedly fills her with undiluted happiness, and she reaches over to hug the woman.
“Oh, my.” The woman pats her on the back. “You alright, dear?”
Nic steps back in shock, swiping a tear from her cheek. “Wow, uh, I’m so sorry. I, uhm, I don’t know what …why I did that.” 
Taking another step back, she stumbles over a booted foot. With cat-like reflexes, Dean lifts the large box of treats he’s carrying above their heads and moves in close behind to support her body as she falls into his chest while Bill’s calloused but warm fingers grip her elbows to keep her from toppling to the side.
“You alright?” the men ask simultaneously.
Sucking in a breath, Nicole nods, tucking her chin in embarrassment. Dean twists to set the box on the table next to them, then gently grips her shoulders. 
Bill releases his hold, “Ellie, would you grab the girl some water?” and steps away.
Turning her to face him, Dean brushes his fingers over her forehead and down her cheek, not so discreetly checking her temp, and Nic tilts her head back to smile up at him. “I’m okay.”
The twist of his lips and arched brow lets her know that he doesn’t believe her, but he nods, accepting her assurance—at least for now.
“Here you go, sweetie.” Ellie rubs a hand over her back. “You sure you’re alright? You want to sit down for a minute?”
“Thank you, but I’m fine. Really.” Dean’s hands drop to lightly grasp her around the waist as she takes the proffered bottle of water, drinking half of the cool liquid in one go. Resting a hand on Dean’s forearm, she hands him the bottle and turns out of his hold, looking to Ellie, “I’m sorry for creating such a commotion.” Her gaze flicks to Bill, then back to Ellie. “You just reminded me of something …someone, and it took me by surprise.”
After a few more minutes of fussing, Nic’s had enough and goes for a distraction tactic. Locating the burgundy tie she’d dropped, she holds it up for Dean to see. “What do you think?” 
He’s still eyeing her like she will keel over any second but hums, “Nice.” Nic smiles, pulling out her wallet, wanting to pay for the item and make a break from the scrutiny, when he interjects, “But I don’t need fancy ties anymore. You know, with the shift in work and all.”
The pouty scrunch of her face quickly shifts into a smirk when she spots a cobalt blue gradient striped silk. “Who said,” slinking back over to him, she lifts his hands, “they’re for your neck,” then wraps the material around his wrists, “when they’ll look even prettier, here? Oh, look at that.” Pushing up onto her toes, she purrs into his ear, “You know how sexy I think you look in blue.”
Giving him a smug smile as she steps back, she silently congratulates herself on a successful mission. She knows that typically, he would turn the tables with a dirty little comeback, but since they’re amongst strangers, he’s not so bold, and she delights in the outcome. A dark pink flush creeps up Dean’s neck to the tips of his ears, his mouth gaping like a fish out of water. 
Bill roars, doubling over with laughter as Ellie giggles beside him. Nicole joins in on their merriment as Dean shakes the material from around him, tossing the strip of cloth at her with a gruff, “Get that one too,” as he turns to pick up his sampler of pies.
She does indeed purchase that one, along with the burgundy abstract and another dark blue silk with tiny white and gray squares. The older couple obliges in letting her take a couple of photos, and she even convinces Dean to join them for a selfie of the four of them after promising not to post it online.
The rest of the evening is spent watching the tree lighting ceremony, dancing to the music of the local bands that grace the concert stage, and enjoying the time together. They run into Bill and Ellie as they stroll through the light display walk, and Bill invites them for a drink at his friend’s bar.
One drink leads to two, then three, and before long, the two couples are sharing stories of their lives, laughing and marveling at the similarities of their relationship progression. Nic bites back tears on more than one occasion, but as the night draws to a close, she can’t hide them any longer.
Stretched out in the booth, she leans back against Dean, relaxed and sated by good food, alcohol, and even better company. Dean’s arm is draped over her shoulder, their fingers entwined as their other hands rest on the table. His chest's steady rise and fall and the low rumble when he speaks lull her into peaceful contentment.
The men are debating the merits of the Shelby GT350 when Nic brings Dean’s hand to her lips, kissing each knuckle, and he pauses to kiss the top of her head. Ellie chuckles, and Nic turns to smile at her new friend. “You two remind me of a younger version of us.” Setting a hand over Bill’s, she gives him a loving smile when he turns to place a kiss on her forehead. 
Nic sucks in a breath and tears well. Dean’s entire body tenses behind hers, immediately sensing her distress. She drops her free hand to his thigh, giving it a squeeze of assurance, but there will be no escaping an explanation this time. He is already pulling her in closer as he sits up straighter.
“I’m so sorry. Did I say something wrong, sweetie?” The degree of concern marring her countenance for someone she barely knows sends Nic over the edge.
“No. No, you didn’t- I-” Tears spill down her cheeks, her body shaking as she struggles to get her emotions in check. Dean’s arm lands across her lap, releasing her hand to cradle the back of her head as she rests her forehead against his jaw. Out of the corner of her eye, she notices Bill pushing a stack of napkins in her direction and grapples for one, steadying her breathing as she cleans her face. Dean murmurs in her ear, hand running over her thigh soothingly.
When she feels calm enough to speak, she kisses Dean’s cheek and shifts to face the couple across from them. Reaching for Ellie’s hand, Nic shares a shaky smile. “I’m sorry. I’m not usually such an emotional wreck. What you said about- about us reminding you of yourselves,” her fingers flutter, and Ellie grips tighter in support, “that’s the same thought I had earlier. That- that while watching you, I was looking at an older version of Dean and myself.” The cork has been popped, and now everything is spilling over.
Leaning forward, her other hand grips one of Bill’s. “Dean and I-” he smiles encouragingly when she glances at him over her shoulder. Being the amazing man he is, he nods approval, a sense of understanding for what she’s about to share. She mouths, ‘I love you’ before turning back around.
“The …jobs Dean and I had before were dangerous, sometimes extremely so. A couple of times, I nearly lo- lost him.” Dean’s hand strokes over her spine when she chokes on the last words. With a deep exhale, she forges on. “For years, it was a constant teeter-totter of worrying about what might happen and trying to live in the moment. Enjoy the time we had together. Always the possibility that any given day was the last one we had. I know that’s still a possibility, but what we did, the cases we took on, made that a bigger threat—almost a certainty. I tried not to let myself dream of a future because I was never sure we’d have one. At least, not to- together.” Dean shifts in his seat, hand stalling on the small of her back.
A barrage of questions will be headed her way when they are alone, but now that she’s voiced it, the weight it held eases, and she’s thrilled to let it go.
“This trip, it’s the first time in years that we haven’t been looking over our shoulder, wondering what big bad thing is headed our way next. I haven’t fallen asleep terrified that tomorrow we’ll share our last kiss, that the other shoe will drop, and my life will be torn to pieces.” Both Bill and Ellie’s fingers tighten around hers, and she gives them a watery smile. “Dean mentioned earlier that things had recently changed for us, and they have. Our lives are much calmer now. But watching you two, seeing the connection, the teasing, and the love you share, kicked something loose. It reminded me that we-” Pulling her hands free, she turns and cradles Dean’s face in her palms. “We have a chance. A chance for a long, long life together.”
A single tear slips over his lashes as his arms encircle her, crushing her against his chest. Face smashed against his neck and hands trapped between their bodies, she can only hum agreement when he whispers, “We’re going to talk about this later.”
Bill clears his throat, “Well, that was a lot. You gonna be okay, darlin’?” The deep, rich timbre of his voice is distinctive but so similar to Dean’s that it fills her with unutterable serenity. It wouldn’t take a huge stretch to imagine them as father and son. 
Whoa, okay. That was an odd thought—time for some sleep.
Nicole chuckles, pushing against Dean. “Yeah. I'm sorry. I’m sure when you woke up this morning, you didn’t say, “Ellie, let’s spend our evening with some stranger spilling her emotional baggage to us.”
As everyone chuckles, Dean scrubs a hand over his face, Nic gathers a wad of napkins to dry hers, and Ellie tuts, “We’re not strangers. Not anymore. I’m honored that you felt comfortable enough to share that. And I can see that it made you feel better.” She slides out of the booth, and Nic does the same, meeting her for a hug. 
Both men follow to stand beside them. Bill claps Dean on the shoulder as they shake hands, “Good to meet ya, son. You take good care of your girl.” 
“You too, sir. And I will.” Exchanging a warm smile, they mimic each other, placing an arm around the waist of their respective partners. 
Nic gives Ellie another quick hug and a quiet thank you, hesitating for only a moment before throwing her arms around Bill’s waist to give him a quick squeeze. Chuckling, he smooths a hand over her hair, “You two be safe out there.” 
Sensing Nic is about to burst into tears again, Dean bids the couple a Merry Christmas, promising they will come back to visit soon, and steers her toward the exit.
“You said Merry Christmas.” Nic sing-songs the words as they walk toward the parking lot, the grin she wears nearly splitting her face.
“What?”
Turning to walk backward in front of him, she playfully pokes him in the chest, reiterating with glee, “You wished Bill and Ellie a Merry Christmas!”
“I- uh,” his forehead creases, eyes flicking left, then right, eyebrows popping before stammering, “Yeah, well, what of it? I was just …being polite. No need to make a big deal about it.”
While she doesn’t want to push too hard, inside, she is bursting with joy. With a jump, she wraps her arms around his neck and hoists her legs up around his waist. Unprepared, Dean stumbles, arms instinctively encircling her, body twisting slightly to take the brunt of the fall if needed. He manages to keep them upright, as well as hold onto her keys while she peppers his face with kisses. “I love you. And I love your sweet, soft center, Mr. Tough-guy.”
Dean grunts, pressing the key fob as they approach the car, bringing the Jeep to life. She starts to untangle herself from around him, but he traps her between the car door and his body. “So you didn’t think we had a future together?”
Nic blinks, trying to catch up with the shift. The tension in his body, the specter of pain that never quite leaves his eyes becoming brighter, makes her insides twist with anguish.
She runs a thumb over his brow, then cups the back of his neck. “Of course, I knew we would be together. It was always about the time. About not having enough of it because even if I get a hundred years more with you, it will never be enough.” Pulling him in for a kiss, she slips her other hand beneath the hoodie and t-shirt to find warm flesh.
His chest vibrates as he moans, hands gliding up her sides as she drops her legs from his waist to straddle a muscled thigh. Her fingers play at the waistband of his jeans, and his tongue brushes along her bottom lip, but Nic breaks the kiss, “Did you hear that?”
“Nico-” he groans.
“Shush!” Grabbing the keys from him, she turns off the car and wriggles free. Walking to the edge of the parking lot, she spins, straining to hear the sound again. A cry comes from her left, and she takes off with Dean hot on her heels.
“Hold up!”
Rounding the corner of a small utility shed, Dean crashes into her, nearly sending her sprawling when she stops without warning. Grabbing the back of her jacket, he steadies them both and peaks over her head. “Well, son of a bitch! Is that-”
“It’s a baby!” Slipping from his grasp, she rushes toward the car seat holding the infant.
“Nicole, wait!”
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Lost Princessa: Meet the Reaper 21
I am SO sorry for the wait guys. It's been a tough month. I'm currently on a heart monitor for my issues. I'm writing as much as I can, but it's hard when you can't think well. I will do my best to get things out in a timely manner, but I have to beg for your patience.
I also need to ask for you to be gentle with this chapter. I went WAY out of my comfort zone. A little something to reward your patience. Minors DNI.
Warnings: Fluff, 18+ content. Let me know if I missed anything.
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Once the food got there, Taza got Megan to swap back to her cowboy boots with a chuckle so that the others could come in to eat. Megan’s quince dress was moved back to Mama’s car so that the reveal wouldn’t happen unintentionally, and Diana called the men inside.
Coco, Hank, Angel and Gilly came in from working in the yard.
Megan smiled as Hank came inside with a huge grin. “Having fun, Princessa?” He leaned down to kiss her softly where she sat on a bar stool.
“Mmhmm. We had another dancing lesson and my dress fit just fine.” She smiled up at him. “It’s pretty.”
“I have no doubt it’s beautiful, mi amore.” He pressed another kiss to her lips. “I’ll go make you a plate. You wait right here.”
“‘Kay.”
He slipped off to make her a plate where it was spread out at the other end of the bar.
While Megan was waiting, Coco approached her. “Hey. Ma?”
“Yeah Coco? Need something?”
“Is this a good time for Gilly to grovel? If not, he can take his fucking plate to the yard to eat. Just say the word.” Coco slouched down onto a stool next to her, keeping his eyes on her face as he lit a fresh smoke.
Megan glanced around to see Angel watching Coco for some kind of signal. He had Gilly blocked from fully joining the family for lunch. She sighed. “Coco - he’s fine. He’s not the first drunk to hit on me and won’t be the last. Give him a break, okay?”
Coco shook his head. “Naw, Ma. I saw your face last night. He’s not getting off that easy. What he did was almost as bad as Angel scaring the shit out of you.” He took a deep draw on his cigarette. “Only reason he’s not in the ring already is ‘cuz you didn’t cry or panic. No means no.”
She sighed. “You aren’t going to let this go, are you?”
Hank rejoined them and sat a plate on the bar beside her before running a soothing hand down her spine and feeling the tension there. He gently guided her face to look at him. “Mi reina, you’re tense as hell. Is it because you’re uncomfortable with him apologizing or are you uncomfortable with him being this close? Either way - we can take care of it. Just say the word.”
Megan swallowed a little. She closed her eyes and thought as Hank’s hand continued to soothe her. Gilly had been pushy as hell the night before. He’d tried to get her to drink even knowing how she felt about it. He’d invaded her space until Rex had been between them. But - he hadn’t been mean. He hadn’t hurt her, and he’d backed off when he was called on his bullshit. “He did scare me last night - but he didn’t mean to and he backed off once he really saw me uncomfortable,” she explained out loud leaning into Hank’s body. “Gilly wouldn’t hurt me - so him being here doesn’t bother me...”
Hank nodded. “But him having to do penance does, doesn’t it?” he asked gently.
Megan nodded. “It was a private mistake. A public apology makes it worse.”
Coco sighed, “Ma - he’s got to apologize. The public apology is to make the lesson stick - like the beating your tíos gave Angel…”
That made her frown. “He’s not a child, Coco, to be taught a lesson about being naughty. He’s a grown ass man who should be left some dignity.”
Angel left Gilly to stand by the door and came over to join them. “So - what’s the verdict? Are we beating his ass or what?”
Megan growled. “No one’s ass is getting beat!” She stomped her foot frustratedly. “Just let him come talk to me now that he’s sober and we’ll forget it ever happened!”
Hank lifted her good hand a pressed a kiss to her knuckles and then her lips. “Alright, mi princessa. Whatever you want.” He met her eyes. “But I won’t be forgetting it anytime soon. And he and I will talk - privately - after lunch. Alright?”
“Is that the best offer I’m gonna get?” she asked quietly.
Hank nodded.
“Fine -” she agreed with a sigh.
Angel waved Gilly over and then wandered off to find his own food. Coco remained nearby as well as Hank, simply because he hated the idea of his best friend hurting Megan.
Gilly made his way cautiously to the bar where Megan sat. He stopped well out of reach of her and tucked his hands into the pockets of his kutte as his shoulders drooped. “Megan - I’m sorry about last night. I shouldn’t have let myself get that plastered around you before I had my feelings under better control.” He dropped his head. “I hate that I scared you.”
Megan hopped off the bar stool and stepped close to Gilly. “Hey - I’m alright. I’m not scared of you, Gilly. You backed off when you realized you were being an ass and you can’t make me believe that you would have hurt me or forced me to do anything even with you being drunk.” She reached out and gently touched his elbow. “Just… maybe lay off the booze for a bit, huh?”
He nodded emphatically. “Of course.” He finally met Megan’s eyes. “I really am sorry.”
“I know you are. As far as I’m concerned - all is forgiven.” She smiled.
Gilly snorted. “Hank’s gonna beat my ass, isn’t he?”
Megan rolled her eyes. “He assures me that you will be having a private conversation after lunch…”
Gilly just chuckled. “No more than I deserve, Princessa.”
Hank nodded meaningfully. “We’ve got that load of copper to deliver this afternoon. You’re with me.”
Megan sighed and looked at Hank dolefully.
“A conversation only, mi amore. Promise.” He smiled. “Come eat. Your food’s getting cold. Gilly needs to go make his own plate.”
Megan gently squeezed Gilly’s arm in encouragement before she made her way back to her stool next to her caballero.
Diana had ordered from a nearby barbeque joint for everyone and Megan’s plate had a large assortment of food on it. Her eyes widened comically as she saw the sheer amount of food Hank had gotten her. Hank grinned. “It’s not all yours, mi princessa. I figured we could share a plate since you haven’t tried this place yet.”
Megan’s shoulder relaxed. “Oh. Good.” She slid back onto her stool and leaned into his steady presence.
After lunch, the padrinos, Taza and Chibs all retreated back into Templo. Before Marcus followed the others in, he pressed a gentle kiss to Megan’s forehead. He smiled gently at her as he slid the Templo door closed behind him.
Hank smiled and pressed a kiss to her temple, drawing her attention back to him. “Alright, Princessa, we’ve got to get back to work. Gilly and I are going to deliver a load of copper to a vendor. Will you be alright? Taza will still be here.”
She smiled a little and leaned into him for a cuddle. “Papa and the tíos are close. So is Tía Diana and Mama. I’ll be okay.” Rex stretched from his dog bed nearby. “Plus Rex is here. When will you be back?”
He grinned and wrapped his arms around her to hold her close. “Shouldn’t take more than an hour. Maybe two.”
“Okay.” She smiled up at him, biting her bottom lip. “Promise not to kill Gilly?”
Hank chuckled and nuzzled his nose into her hair. “Yes, mi reina. No murder and no maiming.” He kissed her deeply. “You have fun with your girls, okay? Call if you guys need us to pick something up.”
Coco stood and put his gloves on. “Alright, Ma. Headed out to get Letty. She just texted.”
Hank drew Megan close for a long kiss that left her breathless. “Angel and Creep will be around, mi amore. Call if you need me… or they will.”
Megan smiled up at him. “Alright.”
By the time six o’clock rolled around, the elders were still in Templo. Megan and all the ladies had fresh manicures and pedicures courtesy of Letty, they’d done face masks, and eaten all the snacks. 
Diana and Mama were packing away what was left of the beauty products Letty had convinced Coco they’d need for a “true girl’s day” as they chatted. Tessa was engrossed in a movie with Letty and Venud and Megan had a few minutes to themselves.
“Venus, can I ask you something?” Megan said quietly as they sipped cokes at a table.
“Of course, Sweetie. That’s what I’m here for.” She smiled softly at the younger woman.
“How do you do it? How do you keep the Sons… well… them, but still be you?”
Venus chuckled softly. “Baby girl, you just need faith in yourself. You stand your ground when something is important enough to you and you trust that your family will back you up. That’s all a club is. A big, rowdy family who would do anything for each other even when they disagree.” She patted Megan’s hand. “You’re doing just fine, Princess.”
“But Venus- a month ago I was completely alone in the world. My birth mother had OD’d and I was running from everyone. I don’t know how to be anyone’s family.”
Venus moved to hug her gently. “I know, Sweetie. It’s hard to get used to having people give a shit. If anyone knows how you feel - I do. Give yourself time. Trust your boys. They love you dearly. They’ll teach you how to be family. Mine did. Just trust your boys, Baby. You’ll be alright.” 
Megan hugged the tall woman back and nodded. “I’m trying. I really am…”
“We know, honey. We see it. Now - you just need time.”
Megan laughed. “And patience.”
“Oh you need that in spades, Sweetie, because these bikers - they’d try the patience of Job,” Venus said as she sipped her drink and grinned.
By the time Hank clocked out, the clubhouse was back to - mostly - normal. Tessa still had the t.v. remote, but other than that it was fine. The elders were still locked away. When Diana decided it was time to take Tessa back to Bishop’s, Hank convinced Megan that it was best for them to head home too. Mama left them with kisses and promises to see them very soon.
Diana knocked on the stained glass door and let the men know that they were all headed out. Marcus and Taza came out to say goodbye to Megan and Tessa.
As Taza cuddled Megan for a moment, he sighed. “Don’t wait up, Chica. Your tíos and I have a lot to work out. Eat something though, okay?”
Megan nodded and squeezed her papa gently. “Okay, Papa. It’ll be okay.”
Taza chuckled. “Sweet Chica, of course it will. Go. Enjoy having the house to yourselves for a few hours. I’ll see you in the morning if I get home after you’ve gone to sleep.” He pressed a kiss to her hair and released her so that he could get back to the meeting.
Megan gathered Rex’s things and smiled as she realized that her papa had stopped to say something quietly to Hank. Hank nodded with a soft smile and Taza patted his shoulder before closing the Templo door firmly behind him.
After a few more good nights, Megan and Hank loaded into the mustang and headed for the ranch.
On the way home, Hank stopped at the diner to pick up an order of food that he’d called in while he and Gilly had been out. Megan’s eyes widened seeing the amount of take out boxes in the order. 
“Hank! I’ve literally just spent all day being fed snacks by Mama…” Megan said uncertainly.
Hank smiled and leaned over the console to kiss her. “I know, mi amore. It looks like more than it is. I got a bunch of little things instead of actual orders. I didn’t think you’d be super hungry for a real meal after hanging out with Mama all day.” He chuckled and smoothed her hair out of her face. “I promise, mi princessa, it will be alright.”
Megan bit her lip and nodded. “If you say so…”
At home, Hank brought things in while Megan checked Rex’s food dishes. Once he was done, he leaned against the counter watching as she sat in the floor giving her giant dog belly rubs. Rex wiggled gleefully on his back with his tongue lolling out, making Hank chuckle. 
“You want a shower, mi reina?”
Megan smiled softly up at him. “Is it horrible if I say yes? Tessa had a blast playing with my hair, but I think it’s horribly snarled.”
He smiled softly. “Is she as enthusiastic about hair styling as she is everything else?”
Megan smiled and nodded. “Let’s just say I was grateful not to be tender headed.”
That made him laugh. “C’mon. Let’s get you detangled and into something more comfortable.” He offered her a hand up.
Megan took his hand and allowed him to pull her to her feet. She followed him to the bedroom where he sat her gently at her dressing table and proceeded to slowly and gently detangle her hair. Her eyes closed as he worked and she relaxed slowly. Once he’d gotten all the snarls out, he kept brushing for a few minutes just because he didn’t want to disturb her. “C’mon, mi princessa. I’ll help you wash your hair,” he whispered.
In the shower, Hank slowly and methodically washed Megan’s hair for her. Once the conditioner was in and setting, he sped through his own shower routine so that he could help her wash. After rinsing the conditioner carefully out, he soaped up a washcloth with the soap that smelled so nice on her skin. As he washed away the stress of the day, he gently massaged her muscles until she was as relaxed as he could get her. 
In the bright lights of the ensuite, he realized - Megan’s bruises were nearly completely faded. He pressed a kiss between her shoulder blades as he helped her pull on a soft pair of leggings and tank top. She got her fuzzy socks on while he dressed in sweats and a hoody.
“Ready, Princessa?”
“Mmhmm.” She smiled at him and they made their way out to the couch.
Megan went to get drinks while Hank laid out the boxes he’d picked up at the diner on the coffee table. Sliders, onion rings, fries, hot wings, and for dessert - slices of pie and cake. He turned on the t.v. to play old superhero movies and turned the volume low.
After eating as much as they wanted, Megan laid with her head in Hank’s lap covered to her chin in a fuzzy blanket as they discussed the merits of different superpowers and Hank stroked her skin under her top.
“All I’m saying is that super speed would beat flying any day of the week…” Hank rationalized.
“Maybe, but super speed doesn’t hold up to super strength. Think how much easier some things are for you than for me because you have the strength to back you,” Megan pointed out. “Like in the ring - you can take some guys with one hit. I’d never be able to do that. I have to rely on speed and precision.”
“But someone with the right training AND speed can take out someone who only relies on power every time as long as they stay out of their reach. Speed is key.” Hank ran his fingers through her loose hair absently.
“But training and speed can’t beat super strength. Look at Batman and Superman. There’s no way Batman could beat Superman on a budget. It doesn’t matter how much he trains - it still takes something outside of that for him to stand a chance.” Megan yawned as she looked up at him from his lap.
“FLash is still faster than Superman thought - and he can do some serious damage to some metahumans who have strength.” Hank’s fingers moved to stroking the length of her jaw gently as her eyes fluttered.
“Not if one of them ever gets hold of him though - then he needs the rest of the Justice League to save his ass.”
Hank chuckled watching Megan struggle to keep her eyes open. “It’s late, mi amore. Are you ready for bed?”
Megan struggled upright and rubbed at her eyes. “Not sleepy.”
That made Hank laugh more. “Sure you aren’t, Princessa. So what would you rather do?”
Megan giggled. “You do realize that we have complete privacy for what feels like the first time EVER and all we’ve done is watch old superhero movies and debate them, right?” She turned to face him on the couch, kneeling between his knees.
Hank smiled. “Mm. You have a point.” He tugged her to straddle his lap. “And if you weren’t still injured –”
Megan opened her mouth to protest and Hank gently shushed her with a finger over her lips.
“And you ARE still injured, mi reina - if you weren’t injured, I might have been in trouble.” He pressed a kiss to her pout. “A few more days. A week at most. Once your sling is off, I’ll make sure we have all the privacy we need. I promise.”
Megan sighed and buried her face in the crook of his neck, pressing kisses there.
Hank tilted his head away, giving her more room as he chuckled.
Megan nibbled gently on his tattoos. “That doesn’t mean we can’t do other things.”
He wrapped his hands around her hips and drew her closer to his chest. “What did you have in mind, mi amore?”
She giggled and nuzzled his ear. “That depends…”
“On?”
“What you’re willing to give me…”
He squeezed her hips and took a deep breath before catching her lips in a deep kiss. “Everything.”
Megan melted into him as he took control and leaned into his hands.
He nudged her face up until she met his eyes. “Will you trust me?” he asked her seriously, searching her face.
“Of course, Hank. Always,” she answered him breathlessly.
He smiled and kissed her deeply before standing up with her legs wrapped around his waist. He walked them into the bedroom, slowly, and guided her back to lay on their bed beneath him. He broke the kiss with a soft smile. “Easy, mi amore. Let me lock the door or your papa might shoot me.”
Megan giggled as he went and shut and locked the bedroom door before rejoining her on the bed. He shed his hoody and carefully helped her to remove her soft tank top before re-fastening her sling. Between kisses, he laid himself down between her legs and felt her hitch one up to wrap around his hips to keep him close. “That’s my girl,” he whispered, pressing kisses to her jaw and neck while he stroked her bare skin. “Easy. We’re going to take this slow, mi amore. And you better stop me if I hurt you.” He smiled as she tried to lift her hips.
The way he was laying - while it kept his weight mostly off of her - she couldn’t move. She could only take what he was giving her.
She breathily moaned his name as her slid a hand down to caress her still clothed thigh. “Shh. I’ve got you, Princessa. But only…” he stroked the skin just above her waistband - “.. if you…”-
he gently traced her panty lines as he thought about the innocent white panties he’d helped her put on after their shower - “trust me.” His fingers slid inside her leggings to encounter the cotton that was practically soaked through.
He smiled as her eyes snapped open and met his own when he pushed her panties aside to feel her wetness for the first time. Megan whined softly as he traced along her wet slit. “Be still now. Don’t hurt yourself. Let me…”
Megan reached to pull him into a messy kiss with her good hand with a growl, making him chuckle and slide his fingers through her wet heat to circle her entrance. He could feel her trying to press down on his fingers, but kept his touch light for now. The noises coming from her were muffled by his heavy kisses as he pressed his own hardness against her hip to relieve the pressure. 
Very softly, he circled one heavy fingertip around her entrance before sliding it inside as his thumb found her clit. Megan cried out softly as he stroked her and he felt her nails on his back, scraping his tattoos.
“Oh mi reina - you’re so tight.” He groaned into her skin and slid down to press kisses to her breasts. “And so wet. You’re going to feel like heaven on my cock.” He chuckled as he stroked figure eights over her clit and pumped his finger slowly. “Think you can take another?”
Megan panted and nodded, biting into her lip to try to stay still. She knew if she moved too much, Hank would stop for fear of hurting her injuries.
On the next stroke, Hank pressed a second finger inside her and gently crooked them. Megan jerked and cried out in pleasure. “Hank! There!”
Hank moaned softly and captured a nipple in his mouth to suckle as he sped up a little more, aiming his fingers for the spot he’d found and tightening the circles his thumb was rubbing on her clit. As Megan panted and tensed beneath him, he pressed his hard cock against her in the same rhythm as his fingers stroked. He caught her eyes with his own heated ones and smiled. “Cum for me, Megan…” he whispered before sucking hard on her nipple.
Megan’s breath caught and she exploded with a soft cry - clenching so hard on Hank’s fingers he could barely move them. Hank groaned into her skin and let himself go as well.
They both went limp, panting as they came down from their shared euphoria. Once he could breathe again, Hank slid his fingers out of Megan and moved to where he could hold her properly. He murmured to her in Spanish between soft kisses pressed everywhere he could reach.
When he felt her go limp in his hold, he smiled. “Better, Princessa?” he whispered with a chuckle.
“Mmhm…”
“Good girl. Let me get you cleaned up so you can sleep.” He kissed her gently. “Be right back.”
By the time he returned from the ensuite with a warm cloth, Megan was already fast asleep. He shook his head amusedly before gently guiding her out of her wet panties and leggings. He cleaned her carefully before redressing her in clean clothes.
After cleaning himself up and changing into clean sweats, Hank unlocked and cracked the bedroom door to allow Rex to move freely for the night before finally joining Megan in bed - to sleep. 
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lustheavens · 1 year
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SFW Alphabet - A
A/N: Hello everyone! I’ve been gone for almost a year now although I said I’d be back sooner. Unfortunately a bunch of things came along and I didn’t have the time or energy to run this blog the way I did before my break. However, I’m hoping to finally have a little more time to be active again but I will have to make a couple of changes for that to happen. I will make a proper post about this soon! Anyway, today I bring you the first part of a SFW alphabet series that I will run in parallel to the NSFW alphabet series. Hope you enjoy!
A = Affection (How affectionate are they? How do they show affection?)
Angelo
Words are not Tommy’s strongest attribute so automatically gifts and surprises speaks volumes when expressing his affection towards you. Every now and then he’d come home at the most random times, ask you to get dressed up and meet him outside for a surprise. In the majority of those occasions he’d be planning a night out at a fancy restaurant or going to the saloon to get some drinks and have a fun time dancing the night away together. Money is something he wouldn’t give a damn about as long as you are having a great time and nothing you’d say or do could make him change his mind about that. Another thing that Tommy does to show affection is to hold your hand whenever he gets the chance to, whether it be in bed at home or out in public. He really likes the feeling of your fingers intertwined with his. Behind closed doors he always make sure to ask if you need help with anything. He doesn’t mind doing the cooking or the dishes every once in a while and he certainly doesn’t mind the smile spreading across your lips when he offers to relieve you from all of the household chores. Don’t be surprised to come home to a bouquet of roses and chocolates with little love notes, he loves giving them as much as you love receiving them. He simply doesn’t trust how the words will come out of his mouth so action is the way to go.
Lombardo
If there is one art that Paulie has mastered it would be to show affection without you having to ask for it. His whole love language is based on being as physically affectionate as possible. Random hugs from behind, little cute gifts every now and then followed by a big kiss, a loving arm around your shoulders or around your waist...as long as he gets to be close to you he’d do anything to show you how much he loves you and how much you mean to him. Even when he’s not in the happiest of moods or even when he’s in a devastatingly sad or frustrated state he still finds most of his comfort in holding you in his arms. It’s important to him that you’re aware that despite how good or bad his day has been, you are still the only thing that makes it all better. Paulie is all for public display of affection. As much as he loves cuddling up close with you on the couch in the evenings listening to the radio and playing with your hair, he loves it even more holding you close as you walk the streets of Lost Heaven together. Wether it be a night out with the gang or you dragging him along to go shopping during the day, he loves sneaking in loving kisses on your cheek or running his hand down to your lower back when walking past a crowded space before pulling you back in close to his side. Simply put he loves showing you how much he loves you.
Trapani
You’d think that Sam would approach affection in a somewhat cold way, but the fact is that he’d be quite the charmer. Although he’s a rather tough guy who likes to assert dominance he’d never turn down a chance at seeing you smile because of something he said or did - even if it meant being a softie for a little bit. He would be the most affectionate in private due the pride he puts in his intimidating image and therefor late night romantic wine-drinking and sensual kisses would not be unusual between the two of you. When you’re cooking he’d walk up behind you and wrap his arms around your waist, pressing his chest enticingly close against your back, brushing your hair to the side and placing light kisses on the back of your neck and shoulders. Sam’s affection towards you would also show when you’re crying or feeling very down. Your happiness is everything to him and he’d take your bad days very seriously, sometimes a bit too serious to the point where he’d not let you do anything on your own. His soft and gentle side would really shine through in moments such as these and he would have no shame whatsoever about it. Generally though he’s not that big into being all over each other in public. A guiding hand on your lower back and soft spoken nothings into your ear are not uncommon however.
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Absolutely living for WMITS right now! I'd love to hear more about what outsiders make of Izzy and Charlie. That bartender at their favorite club, or someone who successfully or unsuccessfully cruises one of them, or a neighbor, or a colleague of Charlie's - who has them figured out and who's way off?
(Anon I started this and then stalled out weeks ago, I was going to do like five takes, and realized I just didn't have enough, so here's what I did get through and I hope you enjoy! )
Kingston- Go-Go Dancer at Bastille  
It had already been a great night. Kingston had gotten his favorite platform, the one close to the back room, but still very visible to the crowd, and within the first half-hour of dancing secured his car payment for the month. Everything else was gravy, and he loved to drizzle it on. 
He also had a  good view of the rest of the club. Even with the surging lights, up there Kingston could make out faces and bodies, easily avoid exes and wave over friends. And if he aimed his dancing at some favorite regulars that was all part of the job. 
Scanning the crowd tonight, he saw a few new faces.  An awkward looking guy, who was hanging around the door that Kingston didn’t look at too hard. The new ones could startle away if you paid them too much mind. 
It took him a few minutes to identify a new hot player. The guy was tall, very short golden hair and a lean gym toned, but not overdone body. He was garnering a lot of attention, moving through the dance floor with total confidence. Eventually, he zeroed in on Dante, which figured. 
A new song dropped through the old one and Kingston got to go a little faster, really showing himself off to best effect. He leaned down to grab bills and blow kisses, catching Blondie on the move again. Apparently he’d abandoned Dante, which must’ve stung that blowhard’s ego, because he was on the other side of the dance floor now. He was grinding up on a smaller guy, too far to see details. 
“Kingston!” His friend Sal was below him, holding out a one for plausible deniability. Sometimes the club owner was a dick. 
“What’s up?” He reached out, taking the bill slowly. 
“Come over to mine tomorrow? Do brunch?” 
“Yeah, babe, sure thing,” he laughed. “That what you came over for? You could’ve texted.” 
“No I came over cause I want you scope that fucking hot piece of ass that just murdered Dante in cold blood. It was hot.” 
“Oooh, he’s got some guy going across the floor.” He pointed, “Straight shot, can’t miss.” 
“Thanks, doll!” 
All through the next song, Kingston tried to figure out if Sal had made it, but the lights were really going now and it was hard to follow.  Then he kind of forgot, really getting into the bump and grind and losing himself in the flow of the music. 
It was a least a half-hour later when Blondie appeared at the base of his platform with a smirk and a twenty held out to him. 
“Ooooh, that’s sweet of you,” Kingston licked his lips and drew it out from his fingers. Blondie laughed. 
“Finder’s fee,” he grinned. “We liked your friend.” 
“Sure, sugar,” Kingston beamed at him. “Did you leave him alive?” 
“You’ll have to ask him later,” Blondie had a hell of a smile. 
“Ready?” The smaller guy from before rocked up beside Blondie. He was a tough looking piece of work, grizzled in a way most of even the older guys weren’t.  
“Yeah,” Blondie put an arm around his shoulders. 
Kingston watched them head off.  When he got back to his locker, hours later, there were texts piled up on the phone. 
Sal: i just got double teamed so hard I saw stars 
Sal: Didn’t even catch a name! 
Sal:  the blond guy could just pick me straight off the ground. The other one bit me. Going ot have a mark. 
Sal:  come over at 10, details forthcoming 
Kingston slid his phone in his pocket. Sal exaggerated a lot, but he had the feeling that it wasn’t this time. Something about those guys definitely said wall slammers. Kingston could get behind that. Maybe he’d try his luck next time. For now, Blondie’s twenty was going to buy him a late night taco truck special on his way home. 
Leaf, Barista at the Good Sip 
The thing about working the afternoons was that things were slower. Sometimes so slow,  you might wonder if the clock was moving backwards. So slow that you even did all the ridiculous tasks that your manager left for you and some more that you invented. Leaf had done all that and they still had a full hour left on their shift. 
But they had hope. Because it was Thursday and pretty reliably on Thursday at 3pm They showed up. They eyed the door hopefully. Behind them, Allison was ‘cleaning the counter’ which usually meant she was texting her boyfriend. Fine by Leaf. 
At 3:17pm there they were. The door swung open and the young guy came in first. Leaf had seen him around campus a few times before putting two and two together.  The older guy was the one who approached the counter. Leaf never saw him anywhere, but here and they really doubted that he had anything to do with the college. 
“One small black coffee, no sugar, no milk,” Leaf recited before the guy could open his mouth. “And one large latte, extra shot of espresso and almond syrup.” 
“Hey,” the tall guy smiled. He nudged the older guy. “Hear that? We’re regulars officially now.” 
“Great,” was the dry response. “Just what I always fucking wanted.” 
“Thanks,” Charlie winked at Leaf. “We appreciate it. Could I get a brownie too? Got such a craving for sugar today.” 
“You always bitch about the ones here,” the older guy reminded him. “Too dense.” 
“The brownie cookies are better,” Leaf offered. “They’re lighter.” 
“Two of those then, thanks.” 
Leaf didn’t disturb Allison’s ‘cleaning’. It wasn’t a hard order and it wasn’t like anyone else was waiting. They tipped, the older guy tossing ones into the glass jar. Then they went to their usual table, a two-top right by the windows. 
That was when Leaf got to just observe them. They had a few theories about them, which he had subjected all of his friends to, to the point where they were now also invested.  
Group Text: we the people 
Leaf: they’re here again
Alan: omg the may-december couple? 
Jilliam: why are you so obsessed with them 
Leaf: it’s proof that love is real and it’s kind of mean 
Alan: I’m just being supportive of their interests.  
Jilliam: bet they’re not even real. Like the possum people.
Leaf: that was a mistake anyone could make. These two are definitely real. Not garbage. 
Jilliam: that’s what you say about the possum people. 
Leaf huffed and very carefully aimed his phone up and set his phone to silent while he snapped a pic. 
Leaf: see? Very real. 
Jilliam: father and son 
Leaf: kiss a lot for that 
Alan: hey I think I know one of them, he’s a T.A. or some-
Leaf did not get to read the end of the text. His phone was suddenly not in his hands. 
“Hey!” 
“You think you’re cute?” The older man scowled at him, looking through and pressing a button then handing it back to him. “You don’t take pictures of people without their goddamn permission.” 
“Oh shit,” they whimpered. 
“You get to learn today. I’m not going to report you or whatever the fuck you’re pissing your pants over.” 
“Yeah, yeah okay. Sorry. Really.” 
“What’d you even want with it?” The younger guy draped himself over the older guy’s back, giving Leaf a look that could dissect someone’s brain. 
“Nothing!” They flushed darkly. “I’m sorry, really. I wasn’t making fun. I just notice you guys a lot and my friend though I was being nuts.” 
“They noticed us,” the younger guy grinned, winding an arm around the older guy’s waist. “Think we’re noticeable, Israel?” 
“Apparently.” The intense stare didn’t leave Leaf’s face though the tone lightened. “But no, demon.” 
“Aw, you’re no fun.” There was a laugh, distinctly chilly and Leaf had a feeling very much at their expense. “But fine.” 
And without further comment they just went back to their table. They didn’t pay Leaf a single note further of attention and they had never been more grateful to be ignored in their life. After that, when they saw them coming in, they either made Allison take register or avoided all eye contact.
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