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serverusslaype · 6 months

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The Yule Ball, pt. 1

Severus Snape x professor!reader

omg wow two posts in one day? who am i?

i also wanted to post this because i asked about it a while ago lmao, but i'm going to split it into two parts and finish the end of the second part tomorrow after work, it's mostly done, i just need to tidy it up hehe. this isn't very long, however, in part two, it gets good of course. pls don't hate me :( </3

i hope you are all doing well!! :)

warnings: slight harassment? ew, karkaroff

The atmosphere in the Great Hall was sparkling and lively as loud laughter and chatter filled the wintry and festively decorated room. Several large round tables were dotted around the sides of it, laden with beautiful white centrepieces and matching silver cutlery and glittering glassware. Long, blue-grey curtains adorned with artifical snow hung from the walls between the majestic and mythical stone statues, as if imitating frozen waterfalls. A warm and fuzzy feeling settled in your body as you glanced around the gorgeously decorated Hall, a small smile finding your cherry-red painted lips.

You sat alone at a table in a silky, backless, long-sleeved dress with only a goblet of wine for company as you watched students and teachers alike dance joyously on the floor to a melodious tune. You had to bite back an amused grin as your eyes caught sight of Hagrid's hand slipping down to Madame Maxine's rear. She quickly swatted it away, and you couldn't help but chuckle quietly to yourself. Ever since the international schools arrived at Hogwarts, Hagrid seemed to be smitten with the enormous witch, and you could see why. Madame Maxine was stunning and classy; always dressed in the finest attire you could ever imagine - and of course, always carried herself with elegance. You envied her slightly as you watched the pair sway sweetly together.

Speaking of the international schools, a certain Headmaster had taken a liking to you during their stay and Hogwarts, and it didn't please you at all. In fact, it made you rather uncomfortable. Well, he made you uncomfortable. You shivered slightly at the thought of Igor Karkaroff and lifted your goblet of wine to your lips, downing the rest of it carelessly. You'd been avoiding him all night, and you hoped you wouldn't have to speak to him for the rest of it.

As you placed the goblet back down, you glanced around, catching sight of Minerva stood to the right of Dumbledore and Snape who were currently observing the dancing students. Though you were looking at the older witch, your eyes were magnetically pulled to the wizard dressed in all black - surprisingly without his signature cloak.

Professor Snape.

You'd spoken to him a few times, but not many - he wasn't the most welcoming man you'd met. In fact, he was rather cold and short with you, which wasn't too unsurprising since he'd taught you back in the day when you attended Hogwarts as a student. So, you knew exactly what he was like. In those days, despite his harsh and cruel attitude towards you and your classmates, you developed a silly little crush on him. You weren't exactly sure why - perhaps it was the mysterious aura that he possessed, or his deep, sultry and silky voice he spoke with, or maybe it was just the plain simple fact that he was... attractive to you. Gods, your classmates would have disowned you, had you admitted such a thing.

Regardless of your history here, being the youngest professor here was a little intimidating to say the least, and the need to prove yourself was overwhelming. At times, you felt as if you didn't deserve your post as the professor of Astronomy - how could a twenty-something-year-old be qualified enough to teach students less than ten years their junior? Doubting yourself was bound to happen, especially in the presence of such talented, wise wizards like Dumbledore, Flitwick and McGonagall - Flitwick was a duelling champion, for goodness sake. And what were you? Merely infatuated with the nightsky and everything that possibly dwells beyond it? Merlin.

A deflated sigh swiftly fell from your lips as you quickly stood up from your seat, beginning to reluctantly head over in the direction of your fellow colleagues. It's not like you didn't want to stand with them, you just felt awfully out of place, and you didn't want to look weird by sitting all by your lonesome all night. Being the new person at the new job was never fun.

As you neared them, your eyes were drawn to the gloomy Potions Master again. As if he could sense someone watching him, his deep black eyes flicked to you, and you quickly glanced away with burning cheeks, walking forwards to stop beside Minerva. Maybe your crush never went away, and you winced slightly at the thought.

Turning to Minerva, she looked at you with happy eyes, a smile gracing her lips. "Y/N," Minerva beamed, her shoulders relaxing in a cheerful manner, "we'd wondered where you'd disappeared off to."

You hummed happily at her words, your stiff body relaxing slightly. McGonagall had been your favourite professor when you'd studied at Hogwarts, even though you didn't exactly excel in her class of Transfiguration. She never berated you for your lack of skill in the subject and that was probably what solidified your preference.

You looked at the witch beside you, though a silhouette of a prominent nose and a mop of black hair clouded your vision. "Just needed a sit down, really." You replied with a soft voice, smiling as you linked your fingers together in front of your waist. "Also, I fancied some more wine, it's rather moreish." Minerva and Dumbledore chuckled at your light-hearted joke, but Snape did not. You swallowed awkwardly.

"Perhaps it isn't wise to be drinking in the presence of students, Professor L/N." Snape drawled in a demeaning tone from beside Dumbledore, side-eyeing you.

"What makes you think I'm going to get drunk?" You frowned, his subtle dig at you twisting your insides. Crush or not, he was getting under your skin.

Snape snorted slightly, "A history of misbehaviour at Hogwarts doesn't bode well." He said, turning his head to face you. You fought the itching urge to roll your eyes at his words, remembering that one time you had pranked his class.

"That was one time, Snape." You sighed, fighting hard not to groan. Apparently, he wasn't going to let this go. "And it was years ago now."

"I wouldn't want to take any chances." He sneered at you, and your stomach twisted horribly. Did he really despise you that much? It hurt to say the least, you thought he would've put that in the past and moved on, but apparently grudges are the next best thing.

"Right." You huffed quietly, and Minerva cast an awkward glance to Dumbledore who also looked rather uncomfortable. Yes, this was a terrible idea coming to stand with your colleagues. A fucking terrible idea. Snape always had to make you look childish. Suddenly, you pathetically wished that Karkaroff would suddenly appear and bother you so you wouldn't have to deal with this awful interaction. Anything would be better than this right now.

As if on cue, someone called your name. "Would you excuse me?" You sighed, casting an apologetic smile towards Dumbledore and McGonagall, purposefully ignoring Snape. Dumbledore also excused himself, leaving only the Heads of Slythering and Gryffindor together.

As you and Dumbledore walked off, Minerva turned to Snape with scornful eyes. "You shouldn't be so harsh on her, Severus," she huffed, "she's not a child anymore. Y/N is an adult, capable of making adult decisions. There's no need for such hostility."

Snape didn't reply, he only sighed heavily at Minerva's comment, prompting the older witch to roll her eyes at his petty behaviour. Though, underneath his cold and dismissive attitude towards you, there was something else. Something he did not want to unfold, nor understand. It wasn't a familiar feeling, and that was what worried him. And so, each time you spoke to him or looked at him, he had chosen to push that feeling away by being malicious to you. Snape wasn't fond of it, and he did resent himself slightly by acting so horribly towards you. Something inside of him tugged at his heart each time your face fell due to his sharp words, or the way he'd glare at you whenever you looked at him. It was the only thing he knew. Snape wasn't familiar with nor welcoming to feelings other than hatred or disdain.

The Potions Master cast his eyes over the crowds of students, absent-mindedly looking for your small figure. It's not like he wanted to check on you, he just wanted to see who had called for you, out of... curiosity. And there you were, chatting with the Weasley twins. Snape couldn't remember your exact age, but he was sure you were mid-twenties, perhaps early-twenties. Your youthful face and essence said so. As he observed you, his chest burned unusually as you laughed at something the twins had said, and it burned even hotter when he saw them hand you something. What were they doing?

"It's just a little something," Fred grinned goofily in his tuxedo as you held a small, neatly-wrapped box in your hands. It was a pale red, with a shining green bow. You looked up at them and smiled gratefully.

"Yeah, we just wanted to say thanks for being a brilliant teacher," George added after his brother, making you grin amused. The two of them always made you laugh in your classes, it was like they were the same person from how well they bounced off of each other.

"Oh, thank you, boys," you grinned, a little shocked at their kindness, "you didn't need to get me anything." Both Fred and George grinned together, their fluffy ginger hair bouncing a tad as they glanced at each other.

"You're our favourite, you know," George said, and Fred nodded with him, beaming. You chuckled at their silly smiles.

"Yeah, you're a thousand times better than any of the other professors," Fred agreed cheerfully, folding his arms against his chest.

"Especially Snape-" George interjected. Your heart skipped a beat at the sound of his name.

"Yeah, he's a right old miserable git, he is." Fred grumbled, nodding behind you. "He's staring right at us, too." Your stomach dropped the second Fred said those words, and you quickly whipped your head around, your eyes meeting with Snape's own fierce ones. As quickly as you looked at him, you turned back around, your face becoming hot and pink.

"Are you blushing, professor?" George grinned wickedly, glancing at his brother who also shared that same expression.

"No!" You answered quickly, gasping.

"Don't tell me you like that horrible arse," Fred laughed, his eyebrows shooting upwards.

"I wouldn't have expected you to fancy a Slytherin like him." George frowned, his nose turning up in slight disgust. "I mean, he hates everything and everyone, why would you-"

"I never even said I liked him! You two just assumed so!" You scoffed, folding your arms against your chest. The twins laughed at your reaction, glancing at each other. "Anyway, boys, thank you for the gift, but this conversation is over." Another hefty sigh fell from your lips as you looked between the two of them, smiling politely.

"Professor L/N," A raspy, deep voice came from behind you, and instantly, your blood went cold. You knew that thick accent very well. Fred and George Weasley looked like they were on the verge of busting out laughing. They knew of your dislike for the Durmstrang Headmaster, and you were sure that the majority of the school knew of his weird, little thing for you.

"Headmaster Karkaroff." You turned around hesitantly, fighting back a scream of utter frustration. He looked a little more groomed than usual - his messy, dark brown hair with specks of gray in it was brushed through, and his long goatee had been neatly manipulated into a sharp point. You were also surprised to see him dressed in such expensive looking clothing. The dress coat he sported was a creamy-beige, adorned with a shining black leather belt around his middle, accentuating his lanky figure.

"You look like you need a dance," The corners of his lips turned upwards into a mischievous smirk, and an uncomfortable shiver ran down your spine. "May I help with that?" Karkaroff held out his hand, and your eyes shot down towards it.

"Erm," you stuttered, "well-" You couldn't find the words at all, and it wasn't helping that you could hear the twins behind you snickering to themselves. Before you could even answer, Karkaroff had his hand grasping yours and tugging you to the dancefloor. You stumbled slightly at how fast he had pulled you, and with your other hand, you reached down to grab your skirt to hike it up so you wouldn't trip over.

As the pair of you reached the floor after winding through hoards of dancing students, Karkaroff spun you around a little too quickly, and you ungracefully fell into his chest with a squeak. "Sorry," you mumbled, using a hand to push yourself away from him, "I wasn't really expecting you to do... that."

"You know," Igor chuckled, ignoring your previous comments, "I've been waiting for this moment ever since I arrived here at Hogwarts." He admitted with a wicked smirk, allowing his rough, bony fingers to slide down your bare back, gripping you a little too tightly for your liking.

"...To dance?" You frowned, using your free hand to fidget with his hand that laid flat against your bare back, silently telling him to ease off a little. "Don't be silly." You chuckled awkwardly, casting a glance over to where you had previously stood with the other teachers as you and Karkaroff swayed. Only Snape remained, and your face grew as hot as a firepit as you noticed his eyes were already stuck on you. His face was the usual unhappy, scornful, sour frown.

"Oh, but I am not being silly, little bird." Igor murmured, pushing his face closer to yours. Instinctively, you pulled your head away from his, scrunching your nose up at the awful pet name.

"Little bird?" You repeated, almost choking the words out. You squirmed within his uncomfy grip, casting another glance to Snape, hoping that he'd have just an ounce of human decency to realise that you were asking for help. Surely, he wouldn't be that much of an arsehole to ignore the sign of a colleague in trouble.

"Yes," Igor smiled, making your skin crawl. "You remind me of a little bird - tiny, beautiful..." Your eyes widened at his words, and again, you glanced to where you had seen Snape. Your heart dropped like a rock as you noticed the empty space where he had previously stood. You knew he was a dick, but not so much of a dick to let you get taken hostage by a man you hardly knew - and didn't want to know. "So beautiful... why don't we ditch this party and head back to my quarters? I could show you around." Karkaroff muttered and pulled you even closer, grinning lecherously as he brushed his nose against the crook of your neck. Your breath hitched - but not in a good way.

"Igor..." Your voice was shaky, yet low, indicating that you weren't comfortable at all.

"How about we go somewhere more private?" Karkaroff's hands tightened even more as they slipped down to your hips, pulling your body flush against his. A quiet gasp left your lips as you pressed your palms flat against his chest, attempting to push him off of you. Your eyes flicked to where Snape once stood again, but he was no-where to be seen.

"Something caught your eye, pilentse?" Karkaroff hummed lowly, his eyes narrowing, evidently upset that your attention is busied with something or someone else.

"No." You quickly replied - almost too quickly. "I just need a refreshment, do you mind?" You forced yourself to glance up at Karkaroff's intense, wrinkled eyes.

"Oh, no, that can wait. I've waited almost the whole night for this moment..." Igor grumbled with a sneer as his grip on you became deeper and a little tighter, as if to say you weren't leaving until he deemed it so. That was until you saw that same sneer fall from his face, replaced with what looked like fear. Instantly, your brows furrowed together into a confused frown as you noticed his eyes dart from yours to something behind you, and so you turned around, curious to see why Karkaroff looked like he was about to flee.

"Karkaroff." Snape's deep, almost threatening voice reached your ears, and immediately, your mouth went dry as your heart leaped up into it. So... he did notice you? A rush of relief filled your body and your shoulders relaxed a tad. Snape glanced down at you, his thick mop of black hair framing his pale face. The blue-white light from above highlighted his prominent, handsome features perfectly, and you felt a sense of warmth prickle your skin, pooling in your stomach. You looked away, certain that if you kept staring, he'd assume you were weird or something along those lines.

Igor swallowed thickly, his bony fingers digging into the skin of your back in fear. You winced slightly at the sharp prod, catching Snape's attention. His eyes darted down to where Karkaroff had an iron-grip on you, and his lip twitched into the beginning of a sneer as he looked back to Igor's worried eyes. "Snape," The Durmstrang Headmaster greeted the gloomy Potions Master, clearly a little afraid of him. Apparently everyone was fearful of Snape, except for a select few, you realised. "What can I help you with?" Karkaroff's thick accent had slipped slightly, his voice wavering. You had to stifle a laugh at that - how was a man like Igor Karkaroff afraid of Snape? There was definitely something that you were missing here.

"Professor L/N," Snape ignored Karkaroff and shifted his bored expression to you, though you didn't miss the venomous look that he'd shot at the Bulgarian. You were still in disbelief that Snape had answered your silent cries for help, let alone actually come to save you from Karkaroff's slimy grasp. "I believe we have some important matters to tend to." Snape said matter-of-factly, arching a brow at you expectantly.

"Wait, what?-" You choked out with wide eyes. You'd been staring a little too hard at Snape, and so you stumbled over your words, unprepared. "Oh, right, yeah- the, erm, the... valerian root." You finished, turning a bright shade of red as Snape's brows furrowed at you in a judgemental fashion, as if to say 'seriously?'.

"Yes," Snape drawled, dragging his disappointed eyes from you to Karkaroff. You huffed quietly, embarrassed. "The valerian root." The Potion Master repeated, shooting you a glare. He held out his hand for you to take, and you reached out to grasp a hold of it, when you were suddenly tugged backwards by Karkaroff. Snape's narrowed eyes darted to the Headmaster's hand wrapped securely around your waist, his nostrils flaring in slight anger. This old, despicable man had no business holding a young witch like you in such a manner.

"That can wait, surely?" Karkaroff said, his voice low as he tucked you closer to his side. You shot a desperate glance to Snape, begging him to help you again. A frustrated breath shot out of his nostrils.

"Tragically, no." Snape quipped sarcastically, his dark eyes piercing a burning hole through Karkaroff. Snape looked furious - his body was rigid. He hadn't moved a muscle apart from his eyes to look at either you or Igor. "Professor?" He glanced to you, stretching his hand to you once more, and you took it happily, allowing him to pull you out of Karkaroff's slimy hands and to his safe side. Your cheeks flushed pink at the closeness between you two, and you kept your eyes on the ground as Snape shifted his hand to sit on the small of your back, guiding you away from Karkaroff.

Part 2! (wip) Masterpost

there is part 1, i hope you enjoyed it, and i hope it was sort of what you expected! i can't remember what i said i was going to do but this is what i came up with hehe. i'm always a sucker for jealousy.

let me know if you liked it/what you thought, i do apologise that it was kinda short, but it'll be finished tomorrow! <3

i hope you're all well! :)

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nicxl333 · 6 months

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“Baby you sold me a dream” IS SO GOOODDD WTFFFF YOU GOTTA MAKE A PART 3 FOR BAROU AND RIN 🫶🫶PLSSS

BABY YOU SOLD ME A DREAM PT.3

you ask and you shall receive (•̀ᴗ•́)و

i do feel like rin and barou deserve some form of justice so here’s a continued ending to part two. i swear to you there’s a good ending this time.

also this took me time to write cause i’m hella busy with school since it’s my last year…exams and the like yadayadayada. anyways enough about me, happy reading!

characters: barou shoei, itoshi rin

content: angst, fluff, swearing

please note: if you haven’t read pt.1 or pt.2 please read both for context

taglist (cause ik i pissed y’all off 💀): @faeroow @samisamaza @dookiemeshibear @91ed0 @v1v1arish

BAROU SHOUEI ☆彡

it was bound to happen. you both had mutual connections to each other, but you were hoping and praying you wouldn’t have to have direct contact with him at this event.

however, you can’t get everything you want in life.

this event was one of major importance: the wedding of chigiri and his long time partner. you were close enough to be made the maid of honour by chigiri’s soon to be wife, and therefore already stressed with the meticulous planning of the wedding. even worse once you learned barou was on the guest list. it was stupid of you to think he wouldn’t be, given that the entirety of former blue lock players were there.

and so, you dreadfully counted down the days to the wedding, growing more and more anxious that you would have to see him.

ever since you ended things with him, you hadn’t been the best simply put. you still had feelings for him. regardless of how he treated you, there’s was something about him that put him apart from the rest.

and that scared you. mostly because you thought you were exiting your relationship for your own good, but you were fighting with yourself just as hard to avoid taking him back.

and you hoped those feelings wouldn’t overload during this wedding.

you sat in the room where chigiri’s fiancé was getting ready. the room was bustling, the makeup artist and hairstylist working simultaneously to get her finished in time, while you and the bridesmaids, already dolled up in your tailor made dresses, were giving her words of encouragement to ease her nerves, ignoring your own for the sake of the couple. once she was done and the dress was on everyone stared in awe, you included at how beautiful she looked. however you couldn’t help but think if that’s what you and barou could’ve been, what you could’ve had. who knows.

you pushed it all away though, for the ceremony was about to begin. all the bridesmaids lined up with their groomsmen, you at the front with chigiri’s best man, kunigami rensuke. when the music started, the venue coordinators opened the ceiling high doors and out your pair walked first, arm in kunigami’s.

“congrats on your win rensuke, i saw your match. looks like you’ve gotten sloppy though, your kicks have lost power.” you teased.

you and kunigami were friends, meeting each other through chigiri, immediately getting along.

“oh please, i’d like to see you do better in my exact position.”

“i wouldn’t need to, a five year old could’ve done better.”

“stay bitter y/n.”

you lightly chuckled to yourself as you reached halfway down the aisle. you could see your best friend at the alter, smiling proudly at you. you smiled back, looking around to see how beautiful the hall was. everyone involved with the planning had really outdone themselves.

your eyes had happened to wander too far however, immediately locking with a familiar pair of red eyes conveniently standing in front of a seat closest to the aisle. in that moment your heart had skipped a beat, seeing the man you still once loved looking at you as hard as you were looking at him. his hair was down for once, donned in a black sheen suit, with a navy blue tie. he looked so handsome, and you had fallen right into his trap. you couldn’t pinpoint it, but he was also looking at kunigami with a face of…discontent?

you forced yourself to tear your eyes away, focusing on what you were supposed to be doing, which was completing your walk.

as you neared closer to him, your anxiety grew with each step, until you were parallel to him. you passed him completely with two more steps, proud at yourself for not acknowledging him. that work was undone though once a wave of your favourite cologne on him hit your nostrils, melting at the familiarity.

you immediately collected yourself, completing the walk up to the altar and disconnecting from rensuke with a small pinch to his arm, to which he lightly swatted at you with a smile. your hand reached out to briefly hold chigiri’s with an encouraging smile before making your way to stand to the left of the altar, facing the crowd.

as the other bridesmaids were walking down the aisle you couldn’t help but sneak a few glances towards barou every now and then, only to find he was already looking at you each and every time.

after an exchange of vows, a few tears shed here and there, and rings given, the spotlight couple were announced husband and wife and exchanged a long kiss. the crowd erupted into cheers and applause, and the reception was about to commence.

once the food was eaten and speeches had been given, most of the attendees had either made their way to the dance floor or broke into conversation with others.

you did neither the former or the latter however, instead opting to sit at your table alone, watching others have their moment.

“hey.”

you froze, head whipping to your right just in time to see barou himself sinking into the seat beside you.

“hey…shouei.”

“good turnout huh, heard you had a hand in the planning. you did well.”

“what is it? cause we both know you didn’t come to talk about the decor shouei.”

he paused for a moment, not expecting you to be so sharp about it.

“i wanted to see how you were doing. i miss you y/n, badly. and i know you established your boundaries the last time we saw each other, but when i saw you enter it just reminded me of us, especially when i saw him next to you. dunno, call it jealousy or some shit.” you looked down, studying your maid of honour dress, while contemplating what to do.

this weren’t heading in a good direction, you could tell. specifically because you missed him too. and your composure was slowly unraveling. and you cursed yourself for having a few flute-fulls of champagne, because you knew your tongue had loosened up enough to speak your truth.

“i…miss you too. but i don’t know, shouei, why does it have to take losing me just for you to realised what you had? why let it get to this point? we could’ve been in so much of a better place right now.”

“i know y/n, shit, i know. but i wanna make it up to you. wanna show you how much i appreciate you for what you do. i know i should’ve done better by you, but that’s why i’m here now. to make up for my actions. i wanna start over with you.”

he looked at you still avoiding looking at him, taking his index finger and thumb to lift up your chin towards him, slowly rubbing your lip. he knew you liked it. it made you realise maybe he did pay attention to you here and there.

“we’ll go slow y/n, i’m gonna take my time to do this properly with you.”

you gave him a nod, and with that, he neared closer to you for a kiss, you meeting him halfway until you connected, sharing a sweet moment. your hands threaded through his hair, feeling his soft locks in your grasp. after a while you parted, his eyes full of adoration, something you didn’t know he could show.

“c’mon, let’s get out of here.”

ITOSHI RIN ☆彡

life went on. for six more months rin carried on climbing his way to the top, attempting day by day to erase you out of his mind. he went on dates, brought numerous girls home. it just posed one slight problem though;

none of them were you.

he ultimately gave up on love, believing that you were as good as it gets. he screwed up, and now someone that wasn’t him was able to enjoy the undeniable luxury that was you.

he really fucked up.

it was his own fault, any idiot could see that.

and paired with his stresses concerning you, the pressure of being a football player was getting to him. he needed an escape. and so, in the late hours of a simple thursday night he ventured to a discreet bar downtown japan, considering he was out of season currently. mind you, rin never drank, but if exiting sobriety would ease the devastation coursing through his body, then so be it. he’d deal with the consequences later.

what he didn’t anticipate however, upon entering the bar, that he would chance upon the very centre of his agony once again. seemed like life just continually kept kicking him in the balls.

what he should’ve done, was exit immediately, come to term with the fact that you had a new life, new lover, and therefore not open that door of angst once more. but…that selfish element inside him wanted to indulge in you, give him that temporary relief to bask in your presence, know where you are in that moment, what you’re doing.

and so, he walked into the bar, taking a seat on a barstool, opposite ends of the room from you where he could see you in between the few people in the bar.

he ordered a drink, letting his black card give a payment from the hundreds of thousands that resided in his account.

he took discreet glances of you here and there as he slowly sipped on his drink, the burning in his throat soon to be gnawing away at pieces of his rationality.

however, the more he looked at you over time swirling a finger around in your drink, the more he noticed something was off. he blinked harder, looked more attentively- were you crying?

he immediately entered a state of protective mode, feeling a panging state of yearning to brush away your tears.

the drink didn’t help either, for he felt himself rising off his seat, something he wouldn’t never done had he been sober, and took quick paces towards your table.

the tears were more evident now he was closer. bags weighed underneath your eyes, but he still found you to be as beautiful as ever. even in your state of disarray.

you caught him in your peripheral, slowly coming into full view the nearer he got to you. at this point you couldn’t give a shit, simply over it and everything life had to offer at this moment.

you barely acknowledged him as he slid into the seat opposite you, a heavy silence setting into place. you both had more than enough things to say, but no words escaped.

eventually however someone had to face the music.

“you’re finally ready to talk huh? only took you 10 months itoshi-san.”

itoshi-san. he hated it. hated how it symbolised the distance between you two. how in less than a year, two individuals who were so close with each other, so damn comfortable could end up this way.

“i- yes. yeah i am.”

you waved a waiter over, ordering drinks for the both of you, rin looking at you in confusion once the waiter walked away.

“we both know damn well this conversation ain’t gonna go easy. and i’m already suffering from a breakup. might as well loosen up before you lay it all out on the table.”

within record time your drinks arrived, downed immediately by both parties.

“so, what is it rin?”

he stayed silent for a moment, unsure of what to say. he knew what he wanted, but to voice it to you was a different story.

“i…i fucked up. badly y/n. i took my anger out on you where it wasn’t needed-”

“badly is an understatement rin. you degraded me, hurt and damaged me- made me feel some type of way because you— you felt threatened because someone acknowledged your state of distress? has it ever occurred to you that i was trying to help you? because i love— loved you rin.”

he flinched at your slip up, the word ‘love’ shattering him into pieces. you weren’t done though.

“have you ever seen it from my perspective for once? i never felt like you loved me, god knows you didn’t tell me enough. i went above and beyond for you, given the fact we didn’t see each other enough, what the hell did i know?” your voice cracked mid sentence, emotions you’ve kept in for the past year coming to surface. tears came up once again and cascaded down your cheeks right in front of him.

although the boundaries were there, he couldn’t just let you suffer alone, especially because he was the source of your bottled up pain.

he rose once more, dashing to your side and engulfing you in the biggest hug. your sobs grew in intensity, the unexpected comfort from rin sending you into overdrive. he shushed you, slowly rubbing the back of your neck with his thumb as he held you close, scared you’d escape his grasp once more.

after awhile your sobs subsided, taking deep breaths into his chest. you basked in the familiar warmth coming from him.

“i still love you rin, i really do…but i can’t live like this. if you can’t change your ways, there’ll never be a way out for us.”

“y/n, i swear to you, this last year has been pure hell for me. being without you by my side, living without you has made me realise just how much i should’ve valued you more. i need you, i can’t live without you, not in peace i can’t. and i am so fucking sorry for everything i put you through. if you’d have me, i’ll do everything in my power for the rest of my life to make sure this doesn’t happen again. there is no one who compares to you, i can be absolutely certain of that.”

it was silent once more, you could feel his heart pulsating in anxiety from what your answer would be. you both knew that you still loved each other, but your fear held you back. fear that things would end up the same way it ended. alas, you missed him so much. even while you were with your partner, he wasn’t rin. the fact that he cheated on you spoke volumes to you loud enough. your selfish nature yearned for rin. so maybe…just maybe, things would be different this time around? time to find out.

“alright…we’ll try this once more. but rin,” you pulled away from him so he could see your expression. “i’m being serious. if you fuck this up, i can guarantee you, you’ll never have me again. and i promise you that.”

“i won’t screw this up y/n. not again, i won’t lose you again.”

he lowered himself to you, gently clutching your chin and sealed his words with a passion filled kiss.

“i love you y/n.”

“i love you too rin.”

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bedos-blossom · 2 years

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Genshin Boys + Kink Scenarios

Pairings: Kaeya, Zhongli, Ayato, and Itto x afab!reader (all separately)

Genre: Smut

Warnings: slight exhibitionism, creampie, you call Ayato Sir, a lil bit of cum play, a lil bit of cum eating, Ayato calls reader a greedy slut

A/N: I wanted to pair a Genshin boy with either a sex toy or a kink and make some drabbles to help warm my brain back up to writing. I hope y’all enjoy the filth! I am planning a part two with other Genshin boys which I’ll link here when it’s posted :)

Kaeya + Fucking Machine:

“You’re doing so well, baby.”

His words are sweet, but you don’t have to look at him to know he’s smirking down at you. However, you don’t have the brainpower to come up with any witty one-liner thanks to the fucking machine currently pistoning in and out of you at a maddening speed. You do lift your head and attempt to glare at him, limbs pulling at the restraints that keep you in place, but it was hard to glare when your eyes wanted nothing more than to roll back.

Currently, you are bent over a sex bench, comfortably resting on the plush cushioning that keeps your knees, torso, and arms from aching despite them all being bound to said cushions with straps. Admittedly, when he first showed you the machine you were unsure of it, but Kaeya’s excitement made you agree to try it out that night. Promising it would be an experience you’d love, and he was right. You did love it, but there was a downside you didn’t account for.

While the machine did the job, it couldn’t scratch all those itches for you. It couldn’t reach around and rub your clit. It couldn’t change its angle to focus on your sweet spot. It couldn’t spank your ass until your skin was radiating warmth. It couldn’t grip your hips and pull you back into its thrust.

It couldn’t be Kaeya.

Kaeya knew this full and well, which is why he was looking down at you with that shit-eating grin. He could tell from the look in your eyes just how badly you wanted him.

“K-Kaeya, come on.” You plead, watching his hand as he teasingly rubs over his cock through his pants.

“Come on?” He echoes, tilting his head as his eye glints mischievously, “Come on, what?”

Your reply is lost in the whimper that involuntarily slips from your lips as you watch Kaeya start undoing his belt. You look up at him– eyes pathetically needy and Kaeya knows he can’t deny you for much longer when you’re giving him those eyes.

“Alright, alright. You were good and let me have my fun. I’ll reward you.”

Zhongli + Vibrating Panties:

A brisk walk through Liyue wasn’t unusual for the ex archon. He enjoyed all the sights of Liyue regardless of how many times he’s seen them. He especially loved seeing them while having you at his side. You were frequent visitors of a lot of street vendors and restaurants, meaning your walks could last a while depending on what you or your boyfriend wanted to do. The length was never a bother for you– unless Zhongli decides to use it as a means to punish you or tease you.

Today was the latter which means he has a bit more mercy but the bullet vibrator currently snug against your clit doesn’t differentiate between punishment and teasing. It just did a mind-numbingly good job at making all your nerves flare to life.

“Darling?”

Zhongli’s voice breaks you from your thoughts as you glance over.

“I’m sorry, what?”

“You’re quiet, is something wrong?”

To anyone else it would look like a lover concerned for their dearest, but you narrow your eyes at him. It was hard to be chatty when at any moment Zhongli could turn that little torture device on-

There it goes.

Your breath catches in your throat as your grip on his arm tightens. You bite the inside of your cheek, hoping your face didn’t give away that something was up. Zhongli continues to smile at you warmly as if his free hand isn’t in his pocket fidgeting with a remote that is connected to the panties you’re wearing.

“Just fine.” You manage to reply with a somewhat steady voice.

“Are you sure? We could end our walk prematurely.” He offers, stopping in the middle of the street.

Again his words were sweet but his actions spoke louder – his fingers once again turning up the intensity. Your thighs tremble slightly as you grit your teeth. It takes everything in you not to moan out loud as you open your mouth to reply again.

“Nope. Fine.”

Zhongli leans down and kisses your forehead, you can feel the small smirk as his lips meet your skin.

“Very well.”

Itto + Spreader Bar:

Who knows how long has passed since Itto folded you into this mating press. Your mind has long since gone blank – the rhythmic pounding of Itto’s cock inside of you is the only thing your mind can register. You were sweaty and sticky, three orgasms have been squeezed out of you and yet Itto was still as enthusiastic as when you began. Oni stamina was no joke.

“I-Itto-” You gasp out, toes curling as your legs involuntarily pull against the restraint that your ankles and wrists were locked into.

It was hard to form thoughts when you couldn’t grip anything to ground yourself. You’ve resorted to digging your nails into your palms but it did nothing to help you collect yourself.

“Hm?” Itto grunts, his eyes still fixated on where your bodies connect.

There’s something addicting about how your pussy stretches to accommodate his large size. Mortals were small to Itto and therefore delicate things– but you were able to take all of him to the hilt. It took some prep and patience, but by the end of the night he was always able to plunge into you with less restraint than he was used to.

“F-Feels good.” You slur as your unfocused gaze moves to your lover’s face.

His eyes flicker up to your face, taking in the sight of you completely fucked out. Tear streaks on your cheeks, eyes clouded, tongue lolled out of your open mouth, face completely flushed.

It made him want to completely let go– letting his mind shut down and his hips take control, fucking you with enough force to break the bed frame and make your pretty little screams ring throughout all of Inazuma.

But he knew better than that.

Instead, he rests his forehead on the back of the hand that's holding your spreader bar and looks down at you with adoring eyes. As amazing as he knows he is, he’s thankful someone as incredible as you stumbled into his life.

“I fuckin’ love you.” He pants, pausing his assault on your lower half for a moment to give you a breather.

He swears his heart swells when you give him a dopey smile and try to reach for him despite still being restrained. You don’t need to think to reply to that– at this point in the relationship, it’s an instinct that transcends the need for thought or coherency.

“Love you too.”

Ayato + Spanking:

“Sweetheart, remind me of the rule you broke.” Ayato says as he looks down at you.

You were sitting on your heels in front of him, your head hanging low. Without looking up from your hands you can still feel his piercing glare. You were bad. You knew you were being bad but it was a quickie! He wasn’t supposed to know it happened!

“I played with Thoma while you weren’t around.”

It was one of the few rules Ayato gave you and yet, you still broke it. You were just so horny and Thoma was there in his tight black shirt, dusting off the dresser, and next thing you knew you had convinced him to fuck you on it. It was just a little something to get you by until Ayato could get home tonight. Little did you know Ayato managed to finish the day’s tasks early and make it home before dark. To say he was shocked to walk in to Thoma flooding your pussy with his cum was an understatement.

He was quick to order the housekeeper out of the room, promising to deal with him later. Thoma, thankful to escape Ayato’s punishment for the time being, ran out of the room. You, however, were not so lucky. Ayato didn’t even give you the chance to put your panties back on. You could still feel some of Thoma’s cum dripping out of you and onto the floor.

“You did.” Ayato nods, “For that, you will be punished. Over my knee.”

“I’m sorry.”

Your voice is quiet and full of shame as you walked over and assumed the position he asked of you.

“I know you are. You’ll say as much after each spank and count them, understood?”

Ayato slips off his gloves and tosses them aside before slowly rubbing over your ass. He chuckles at how stiff you were - you were trying to prepare yourself for the first hit. It didn’t matter, in the end you knew it was going to make you jolt forward.

Thwack!

You flinch, biting down on your lip as the sting spreads.

“One. I’m sorry, Sir.”

Ayato takes his time spanking you, alternating between cheeks and taking time to rub over your heated skin every 3 or 4 spanks. By 10 you were hiccuping with your eyes watering. Your ass felt like it was on fire and he had to place a hand on your back to keep you still. Despite the pain from the punishment, you couldn’t help but feel a bit aroused as well. You foolishly hope Ayato wouldn’t be able to notice it.

Your hopes are dashed when you feel Ayato uses a hand to spread you– showcasing the mess Thoma left behind just minutes ago. He tuts as he shakes his head and runs his fingers through your folds, coating his fingers in the mess of cum.

“Look at that. You’re enjoying this, aren’t you, you greedy slut?”

You open your mouth to apologize yet again but only a soft squeal leaves you as Ayato plunges two fingers into you. To your slight horror, he curls them and scoops out some of the cum left inside of you. Your cheeks flood with heat as you cover your face with a hand.

It couldn’t get any worse than this.

Yet it does when you hear the unmistakable sound of Ayato sucking his fingers clean. You look over your shoulder just in time to see Ayato pull his cleaned fingers out of his mouth and lick his lips. He hums in satisfaction before speaking again.

“You’re lucky a treat was left behind for me, or else this punishment would’ve kept going. On the bed.” He pats the space next to him, “On all fours, it’s only fair I add to the mess then have Thoma eat it out of you, isn’t it?”

#kaeya x reader #ayato x reader #itto x reader #zhongli x reader #genshin impact x reader #kamisato ayato x reader #genshin impact smut #genshin impact headcanons #itto smut #zhongli smut #ayato smut #kaeya smut

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chrollohearttags · 1 year

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Eren bought a sex swing as an anniversary gift for his influencer wifey and it was his pleasure to have her tied into a splits and see how many times she'd squirt before she couldn't anymore. Safe to say that's one of his fave home movies whenever she's away.

ohhhhhhhhh my gosh! 😫🥴 this is so hot sjdjdjdhd.

cw: bondage, spit play, squirting, vibrator use

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“Okay, okayyy..I giveeee. I can’t—“

“You can’t what, princess? Come anymore? I know better than that..”

a question so blatantly obvious. One you found answered on your behalf and before you had time to react, you were in the midst of doing so. Sure, that body was riddled with ecstasy..trembling with the immensity of one orgasm right after the next but it hadn’t been pushed past its limits quite yet. It would be soon though..that is if your husband had anything to do with it!

“C’mon, baby, you can give me one more. I can feel it, the way you keep clamping down?..you’re not done. You wanna squirt on this dick again, don’t you?”

that went without saying and considering the fact that you were in no position to scoot away or run, you had no choice but to do so. Trust, you weren’t complaining in the slightest but one thing you had come to learn about your man, was that his obsession with you and your body knew no bounds. Going round for round..hours on end relentlessly fucking his lady until neither of you couldn’t withstand another second. And at the moment, that’s exactly what was transpiring. It was your anniversary and due in part to the fact that Eren would be out of town for a couple of weeks for some production work, he needed a bit of a momento to get him through the harrowing nights that you wouldn’t be by his side. That’s when he came up with the brilliant idea to buy a sex swing. A device that had only ever been spotted in cheesy porn flicks but you couldn’t have been more wrong about it. This thing was crazy and a whole lot of fun! Fast forward, and you found yourself hoisted mid-air, legs parted to either side and suspended in the confines of the twine-like material..

“You’re so fucking close, baby..wetting me up like this, I don’t even know if I wanna leave. Goddamn..”

“Ren, please…no more..”

..entire body exposed to the cool air, including that fat little pussy out directly on display before him. Your nude bodies and loins clashing against one another in a haze of smacking noises. Your husband’s six foot frame hovering above your bound body; wrists, hands, feet and ankles all cuffed by the restraints holding them in place as he continued pounding that pretty cunt until you squirted once more. An instance that had occurred about six times now. That throbbing cock making home inside of that sweet, pulsating warmth. Fitting like a puzzle piece regardless of how long he pounded into you. (Y/N) was a sloppy, sexy mess; slick riddling the insides of those thick thighs and spit trickling all down your chin as you had been fucked into tears and near unconsciousness. Practically doing so until you went dumb for him. Taking a thumb between your lips, Eren placed a kiss on them and laughed as he watched you. Those pretty little brown eyes, glossed over in pure bliss. This was heaven for him! Watching you make such a mess of him, and it wasn’t made any easier when he plastered that vibrator to your clit and kept it at bay on the second to highest setting. To say you were overstimulated, might have been a bit of an understatement!

“Oh fuck!..I’m coming. Right there, daddy! That’s my fucking spot..ahh!”

..even so, you wanted more! Wanted more of that tip pressing to your core. Coaxing out more of what made you both tick. With a hand clutching the back of your neck to keep your head steady and fixated on him..the other casually holding onto that toy, Eren gave you a couple of nasty tongue kisses, ones that involved exchanging strings of saliva once you're finished. Breathing high pitched from both ends but you wouldn’t stop until either of you were completely spent.

“I’m right there? ‘Gonna make that pretty pussy come for me one more time, baby?”

“Yes! Fuck..I can’t hold it, please, don’t stop..keep going, keep going!..”

huffing in a high pitched voice, so much so, he couldn’t help but to grant your wish and with sweat pooling both of your foreheads, seven of those eight and half inches buried balls deep inside of you..

“Come on this dick, baby. Squirt f’r me. Give me exactly what the fuck I want.”

he did exactly that! Turning that vibrator up to its last mark and making you come undone with just a couple more strokes. That’s when he felt that entrance tighten and that final orgasm that had been building, came bellowing out, pushing him from inside of you in the process. Releasing an ear shattering cry, (y/n) let those juices flow..the powerful stream being caught by the lens of his recording cell phone, stationed neatly on a tripod. Placing a peck to your forehead, pulling it up to bring you back to consciousness, he’d chuckle and tell you how proud he was of the pretty puddle you had made for him.

this was one home movie he’d never forget!

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babydollmarauders · 6 months

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MEDIA MANAGEMENT — JACK HUGHES (23-24 SZN PART 14)

au masterlist

notes: this is short and i apologize, but i’ve had an extremely busy day and didn’t have much time to write but i wanted to get this out before tonight’s game!

y/ndevils00

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y/ndevils00 WE’VE TAMED THE WILD!

SEE YOU AGAIN NEXT SEASON, MINI-SODA!

tonight, my (and hopeful your) favorite boys in white and red, won the second game in our back to back games with the Wild! making us 2/2 in our games against them this season!

we had a great FIVE goals tonight compared to mini’s measly three! i’m incredibly proud of all 4 of our goals scorers, AND the magical puck that flew into the net on its own about 15 minutes into the first! that was insane, am i right?!

and even more exciting, we only had TWO penalties tonight! 🥹 they’re finally listening to me!

my lil rabid chihuahua almost got into a fight tonight, which would’ve solidified his rabid status! but alas, he did not, and Timo the Train stepped in to defend him— which both spoiled my fun and saved me from heart failure; i’m not sure whether to be mad or grateful, so i’ve decided to be both! never limit your emotions, kids! be dramatic! i promise, it’s fun!

babygirl DID, however, draw a penalty on one of his former bffl’s, moldy boldy, for interference! which took us to the power play and secured dougie’s fantastic goal tonight— which was assisted by none other than the man who snores in my ear every night! giving him his 20TH POINT OF THE SEASON!! I’M SO PROUD OF YOU, MY LOVE! I’M GONNA KISS YOUR FACE!

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lhughes_06 before you say it: i’m not gossiping. i fell.

y/ndevils00 that sounds like something someone that was gossiping would say

lhughes_06 then what would someone who WASN’T gossiping say?

y/ndevils00 idk, i’ve never NOT gossiped. and usually you gossip with me

jackhughes i have so many comments on this, idek where to start

y/ndevils00 you could start by telling me you love me? 🥰

jackhughes mhm i love you- why rabid? why chihuahua? why the snoring? please never call him “moldy boldy” again

y/ndevils00 i love you too! because you’re a bit feral sometimes! you’re tiny and yappy! i felt like it was pertinent information! i will.

jackhughes I’M TALLER THAN YOU! (wtf does “pertinent” mean?)

y/ndevils00 WHAT DOES THAT MATTER?! (relevant, baby! it means relevant!)

dawson1417 i didn’t do it :(

y/ndevils00 NEXT GAME!

dawson1417 next game!

john.marino97 are you guys just gonna do this after every game until dawson gets a point?

y/ndevils00 @/john.marino97 we’re bound to be right eventually! next game!

john.marino97 i guess i can’t argue with that logic… next game!

tmeier96 i did that for your own good. i could not risk him getting hurt because then you’d be sad

y/ndevils00 but a fight would’ve been entertaining!! if you’re gonna prevent a fight then you have to at least have one of your own! those be the rules!

tmeier96 i’ll keep that in mind??

nicohischier thanks for facetiming me and giving me a play-by-play run down of every single thing that happened

nicohischier i think i could’ve gone without the jack comments though

y/ndevils00 wdym? you DIDN’T want me to tell you how hot he looked? that’s YOUR boyfriend too, ya know!

nicohischier nope. i can guarantee it’s not!

y/ndevils00 i have photographic evidence

nicohischier pictures of us hugging to celebrate a win or goal is not “evidence”

y/ndevils00 i have about 475,000 people who think otherwise

nicohischier your followers don’t count

y/ndevils00 i have about 2* people who think otherwise

nicohischier neither do merc or johnny

y/ndevils00 *i* think otherwise

ehaula i wouldn’t necessarily say we started listening to you, i think we just did pretty good at staying out of the box this game

y/ndevils00 why do you do this? do you not wanna be my favorite uncle?

ehaula i’m your favorite uncle regardless. don’t lie.

trevorzegras go hughesy! that’s my best friend!

y/ndevils00 yeah? well he’s MY boyfriend, so HA!

trevorzegras this wasn’t a competition, y/n. you don’t need to assert your dominance

y/ndevils00 sorry, i had a nightmare last night

trevorzegras about what?

jackhughes that i realized i was in love with your “slutty ways” and i left her for you

trevorzegras aww, y/n! you’re intimidated by me and jack’s love!

y/ndevils00 i actually just know you’re a slut

trevorzegras all i’m hearing is that you’re jealous of me

y/ndevils00 then get your ears checked

#media management au!#media management series <3 #jack hughes #jack hughes x reader #jack hughes imagine #jack hughes fic #jack hughes blurb #nj devils #nhl fic #nhl imagine #faithlynn’s insta edits <3 #faithlynn’s writings <3

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jo-harrington · 1 year

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Standard Operating Procedures 1.03 (Eddie Munson x Store Manager!Reader)

Pairing: Eddie Munson x Reader

Summary: Eddie is no stranger to disappointment, but it still stings, regardless.

Previous Part: Standard Operating Procedures 1.02 (Like...it immediately precedes 1.03)

Warnings/Themes: AU where the Upside Down doesn't terrorize Hawkins. Reader works at the Claire's at StarCourt. Eddie works at TapeWorld. Mutual pining and slow burn (yes still, always). Chekhov's...Guitar(?), Sad Boy Eddie, Disappointment, Kind of an argument, Disillusioned Eddie, Hurt/Comfort, fluff at the end as per usual.

Note: I am admittedly just making some shit up in this chapter strictly because I don't know how certain things were in the 80s and have already done my fair share of research and math for this fic. I'm a tired girl. Suspend your sense of disbelief. I hope it's seamless regardless.

Also, I just want to say, thank you for all the love this little series has gotten so far. Everyone has been so kind. If you haven't gotten some already, here's some soft internet magic to help you find your own Eddie Munson or mall romance or whatever it is you're looking for. *perpetual magical forehead smooch*

You can find my masterlist here for more featuring our resident Store Manager and all of my other random Eddie Headcanons.

Please do not interact if you are not 18+.

Enjoy!

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"M'home!" Eddie announced as he bounded into the trailer. "Isn't it time to make the donuts, old man? Didn't expect you to still be here."

"Eh, Marty's got some appointment tomorrow, so I traded him for 2nd shift," Wayne sighed, sinking further into his arm chair. "Didn't get home too long before you and I don't plan to leave this chair for a good few hours."

"Well, I'll make myself scarce so you can enjoy Johnny Carson in peace," Eddie chuckled, knowing his uncle didn't get much of a chance to indulge in his favorite programs with his work schedule.

"Did ya' have a good session tonight?"

"No session. We went out to celebrate Gareth getting his drivers license."

"S'that why you're so giddy?" Wayne teased good-naturedly.

Eddie thought about it for a second as he kicked off his sneakers, realizing that he had been in a pretty good mood tonight. It had been a fun night out with the guys. And of course, you were there.

It made him happy that you got along with his friends.

And he got to sit next to you and sneak little glances when you didn't know he was watching. And he got to hear the little hitch of your breath at the jump scares and imagine that it would do the same if he kissed your neck the way he wanted to, someday.

You had leaned in close at one point and put your head on his shoulder...only to whisper some joke about a continuity error you spotted. And then grinned when he burst out laughing, only to get confused looks from the guys and curses from the other moviegoers.

It only got better when you agreed to go out on Halloween, as much as he felt like an absolute idiot for asking you.

Who asks a girl to go Trick or Treating? What was he, in 3rd grade? On the upside, it meant you still planned to be his friend come October.

Maybe you would be more than a friend by then.

If he could just get the courage to...actually ask you out.

It wouldn't be that hard, right? He would just have to...maybe hold your hand and ask if you'd ever want...well no that wasn't right...

Fuck. He'd done it before; he'd mostly gotten no's but...

"Y-yeah," Eddie finally responded, realizing his uncle was waiting for an answer. "Zombie movie. You know I like those. Gareth was practically pissing his pants."

"Well good. And you tell that boy not to let the driving thing get to his head," Wayne coughed. "He still owes me a new mailbox after your driving lessons.

"Speaking of which, there's mail for you on the counter," Wayne waved his hand in the direction of the kitchen.

Eddie shuffled over and thumbed through the envelopes, debating whether or not to pull a Carnac the Magnificent just to get a laugh out of his uncle, only to freeze when he reached the bright blue envelope at the bottom of the stack.

ROANE COUNTY PARKS, RECREATION, & COMMUNITY SERVICES

He didn't even need a second to think before he sprinted across the trailer to shove his feet back into his sneakers, grabbed his keys, and shouted a quick "imgoingtojeffsdontwaitup" as he raced out the door.

If it was any other time, he would have called first. Or waited until the morning. But if he knew his friends--and he knew them well--they went and got Dairy Queen after the movies, and Gareth would be pulling into Jeff's sleepy little cul de sac off Maple any minute now. There was no time to waste.

This was big, for all of them. He couldn’t do this alone.

He drove with the radio off, he kept his hands at ten and two, made a full stop at every stop sign, and didn't even speed like he usually would. Not one mile over the limit. He couldn't risk Callahan catching his scent tonight. And he prayed to every god, goddess, demon, devil, deity—every pantheon—he knew that everything could just be in his favor tonight.

It's just the fair, but what if this is the next step on the road to something bigger.

Eddie started honking as soon as he could see the tail lights of the station wagon. He didn't care who he woke up or what neighbor would call the cops. He didn't even remember putting the van in park before he jumped out; it could have rolled off a cliff, he wouldn't have cared.

The other guys started screaming as he waved the envelope at them.

"This is it, this is it. Did you open it yet?

"A real show, guys."

"Do we need new equipment? Shit, do we need eyeliner?"

"Alright guys calm down," Eddie grinned. "We have to open the envelope first."

They huddled together in the middle of the cul de sac, hovering over the envelope and Eddie held his breath for a moment. This would be the moment...

The moment that they could tell everyone they really started on the road to making it big.

The moment they got their first real set, their first big crowd.

Maybe there would be some talent scout at the fair. They showed up at these sorts of things right?

He might not even need to go back to Hawkins High come September.

Or even if he did…to know that he might be a real rockstar some day...He could ignore all of the shit from the kids and the teachers. It wouldn't need to be another year of ridicule and humiliation.

He ripped through the thin blue paper and pulled out the folded letter within, dropping the envelope immediately in favor of clutching it with both hands as he read.

His hands started to shake as he read, and it was only getting worse by the second.

He was going to vomit. Or...or pass out. Or...

Unfortunately due to the family-oriented nature of this event, the genre of music included in your proposed set list has been deemed inappropriate and we regret to inform you that your application for this year's Roane County 4th of July Festival has been denied.

Eddie was going to die. He would lay down, right here in the middle of the street, and die. They could just re-pave the street right over his corpse.

Here lies Eddie Munson.

Wannabe Rockstar.

He didn't even make it to his 20th birthday.

He finally looked up and passed the letter around, watching--painfully--as their dreams were shattered too. He gauged Jeff's reaction most of all, since he had been the one to propose the idea in the first place. But Jeff was fine; he was just looking right back at Eddie.

"You ok, man?" he asked.

"It's just a stupid fair," Eddie sniffed, ignoring the stinging of his eyes as he fought back the tears.

"Yeah," Dave nodded. "There's always next summer."

Next summer. Next year.

Another year he probably wasn't gonna graduate again. Another year stuck in this not-even-one-horse-town.

Sure, he was probably getting ahead of himself with the ideas of fame. But outright rejection? It stung. To be denied the chance to perform, to show off all of their talent, because of the set list he chose.

The guys all trusted him, he always chose songs that highlighted their strengths. Always wanted them to look and play their best. He was so proud of them, he never wanted them to fail.

But they trusted him and it let them down.

And because of that, Eddie couldn't let everything fall apart because he failed.

"They couldn't even let us pick some new songs," Eddie swallowed his pain and laughed dryly. "They don't know what they're missing out on."

It wasn't much, but it was enough to get them going.

"Hey maybe we could write some more original songs for next year?"

"I think if we practiced, I could really nail that one drum solo, hey Ed?"

"We would have totally melted some faces!"

They always held it together for him; he definitely could do it for them too.

---

“Are you sure he’s gonna like this one?”

“This is the newest model,” Eddie explained with a sigh, turning the box over to show off the list of New and Improved features on the back.

The customer was a sleepy-looking older guy in glasses and a wrinkled polo, who walked in 10 minutes before closing, whose wife apparently sent him out for their son’s birthday present: a new Walkman.

And the asshole was really dragging his feet on a decision. Eddie had all of the options they offered laid out on the display case, they'd gone over the different features several times. He almost had the sale, and then the guy realized it was the red model instead of blue. Like it even fucking mattered.

It was Sunday night too. Not like Eddie had anywhere else he needed or wanted to be.

“And if I go to Sam Goody, they’re gonna say the same thing?” He asked.

“You could go down there and ask, but I’ll bet you that it’s gonna be marked up at least 15% more.”

If he left now, the gate would get closed right behind him. The sale wasn’t worth it.

“Hmmmm, fine,” the man harrumphed and began pulling out his wallet. “And throw in a couple tapes too, I guess. I don’t know what Michael likes; whatever you think is popular. You're the expert here, not me.”

As soon as the guy had paid and was walking out of the store, Eddie pulled down the gate and grumbled under his breath "what a fuckin' dickhead, can't make a decision to save his life or even be bothered to know what his son actually wants for his birthday."

Kyle's barking laughter echoed across the store from where he was doing markdowns.

"I can definitely hear you from over here kid," he chuckled. "You've gotta chill.”

"Sorry man," Eddie sighed as he approached the registers to start the closing tasks. "I'm just...I dunno, in a bad mood I guess."

"Well, you're doing a good job, people just suck sometimes."

The first time Kyle told him what a good job he was doing, Eddie nearly confessed that he was channeling Kurt Russel in Used Cars and rolled a D20 for persuasion before each shift.

Whether or not the D20 roll actually worked, Eddie still had some of the best sales numbers on the team. They’d nearly doubled their sales goal today alone. Because despite the entire town seemingly having it in for him, no one seemed to mind that he was the one helping them find whatever it was that they needed.

"Stop thinking about it so much," Kyle laughed. "You just keep making those sales, we keep beating our numbers, and your bonus check's gonna be enough for the last payment on that Warlock you've been drooling over since you started. Doesn't that cheer you up a little?"

Eddie hummed dismissively as approached the cash wrap to start closing procedures, and glared at the stack of handmade fliers for Corroded Coffin’s Tuesday night shows at the Hideout, sitting neatly on the electronics display case next to all of the special order catalogs.

Yeah that was the dream.

A stage-worthy guitar and an actual stage and crowd to go along with it.

But it was gonna be forever to get there at the pace he was going.

When he’d gotten home on Friday night and told Wayne about the rejection letter, his uncle clapped him on the shoulder and said “good things come to those who wait.” Of course, Eddie was grateful for whatever advice his uncle gave him. He was just…tired of waiting.

And he'd have to wait even longer, because tonight it didn't even feel like they were going to be able to leave the store at all, let alone on time.

Nothing was going right--or so it seemed thanks to Eddie's mood. And it just seemed to get worse as time wore on. He couldn't get the registers to balance, he kept fucking up the combination to the safe when he went to put the deposit away, the mixtape he put into the shop radio earlier in the evening had jammed, and it took both him and Kyle combined to jimmy it out of the player.

They ran into a problem with every single closing task.

And before long, you were outside of the store waiting, when he had typically made it his habit to wait for you.

It was just...one of those things that Eddie liked to do.

He could imagine he was picking you up for a real date. Watch you as you finished up your own closing tasks, enjoy the little things you probably didn't even realize you did--bob your head along to whatever residual music was playing in the mall, fiddle with your earrings with one hand as you signed deposit slips with the other.

The way you lit up when you saw him outside of the gate--gave him a bright smile and held your fingers up to say how much longer it would be--was one of the highlights of his week, after gigs at the Hideout and crushing the guys dreams during Hellfire.

He could have really used that tonight.

Instead, you were out there waiting as Eddie continued to fuck things up. You smiled and waved as you usually did when you first arrived, leaning on the little coin-operated horse right outside the store. Thanks to his frustration, he couldn't bring himself to smile back. He glanced outside every now and again, and felt his stomach lurch whenever he saw you kicking your feet or picking your nails. Bored. Annoyed. Sick of waiting for him, probably, if the lack of an expression was anything to go by.

He debated simply telling you to leave. That your night out was canceled and you could reschedule another time.

But if you agreed...you might get pissed off for wasting your time and avoid him whenever you saw him from that point forward.

How did this happen? How was it just 48 hours ago that he was coming up with a plan to ask you out? And now he might never talk to you again?

Because he was a loser, he wasn't worth the trouble, that's wh--

"Alright Ed, let's go," Kyle clapped a hand on his shoulder and Eddie jumped.

"What?" he stared at Kyle for a second.

"What do you mean what? It's time to go," Kyle explained.

"But the checklist," Eddie frowned, mentally tallying all the tasks they hadn't gotten to. "It's not done."

"You wanna stay and clean the bathroom? Mop the floors? I can just have Paulie do it in the morning," Kyle grabbed him by the shoulder and led him to the door. "Let's fucking go. There's a whole pan of lasagna waiting for me at home, and your girlfriend is out there waiting for you. Unless you want me to take her out instead?"

Eddie fumbled over his words as Kyle pushed him outside and locked the gate.

"Try to have a good night tonight; someone's got a crab up his ass," Kyle warned you with a wink before heading towards the exit.

You pushed yourself off the play horse and approached Eddie with a frown.

"Hey if you're not up to going out tonight, we don't have to," you offered.

Here it was, the first steps of rejection.

"Yeah, no," Eddie coughed weakly. "If you don't want to go out, that's cool."

He'd heard it all before.

"God you're such a loser."

"Who would ever want to hang out with a freak like you."

"You think I'd actually be into you?"

"It's not about me, I'm asking about you," you smiled gently. "I don't know if you had a bad customer or something. That always gets me in a mood."

Eddie scratched the back of his neck for a second and fumbled over his words. You weren’t turning him away. No you had to be letting him down easily...right? That had to be it.

Eddie…he’d just been burned too many times by so-called friends at even smaller inconveniences. It was hard not to expect the same from everyone else he let into his life.

Except that really wasn’t the way you did things was it? How many times has he expected one thing from you and you'd surprised him with another?

You weren't tricking him or out to get him or waiting for him to mess up. You were accepting him as he was and offering him whatever care or friendship he needed.

"Yeah," he finally scoffed, playing along. "This...this guy who came in right before we closed. Couldn't decide what he wanted. Wasted time walking around. Real piece of shit."

"Well fuck that guy then," you frowned, then paused. "You sure you're up for going out? Even if you don't want to be out and about, we can go back to my place and...I could cook something? Wouldn't be pizza like I promised, but I pretty much subsist solely on pasta if I'm not grabbing takeout or going out with you. You can just hang out, listen to music or something, it’s not a big deal.”

It sounded like the best night ever. Getting to see your space, adding another layer of trust to your friendship, giving you shit about your cooking just like you did with his dinner choices…but…

Eddie knew you had scheduled yourself to open on the 4th so you could see Corroded Coffin’s set. Of course this had all been planned before he knew they weren’t going to play. And he knew he would have to break the news sooner rather than later.

But...just like with the guys...he didn't want to let you down. You, who had your entire life together, who he was lucky gave him the time of day. If you got too comfortable listening to music, you might be reminded and you would ask him about it, and when you found out...

So he would keep you in the dark. For now at least. And then come that night when you met him at the Fair Grounds he could just tell you there was a mix up and you could just enjoy the fair and eat carnival food until you puked instead.

"As tempting an offer as that is, you'd be missing out on your first Benny's experience," Eddie forced an enthusiastic laugh. "Uncomfortable booths, shitty atmosphere. But you haven't really lived in Hawkins unless you've had a patty melt handmade by Benny himself."

"Surely not the famous Benny."

"The one and only. I can only semi-promise he won't scratch his back with his spatula, but he will blend a piece of apple pie into your milkshake if you ask nicely. It's the Munson Special."

Your eyes sparkled before you looked down at your feet for a moment, and Eddie vibrated restlessly, nerves getting the best of him once he wasn't being observed by you. You then looked up at him with your lips twisted to control a smile and you nodded.

What a relief...

---

It was an undeniable fact that Benny's was the heart of Hawkins, and Benny himself the soul.

He was a severe-looking man at first glance--wide-shouldered with a wild beard and furrowed brows--but he always had a laugh and a story to tell. He went out of his way to learn everyone's name and make them feel welcome and would already be prepping the grill for one of his regular's orders as soon as he saw their car pull into the parking lot.

And Eddie, by the grace of his mother's previous employment at the diner, was one of Benny's favorites. He told you as much and warned you of his "celebrity status" on the drive there.

"He's gonna be very loud, but he's really funny. And he might grill you about what sports teams you like, so he might give you some shit if you don't have one. Actually, are you a big sports fan? Oh, and he might grab me by the collar and shake me around a little, but it's ok...that's just his thing. He's been doing it since I was a kid after the one time I ate all the mints in the jar by the register."

"Eddie, don't worry it'll be ok," you laughed and shifted in the passenger's seat to get a better glimpse of him. "Oh my god, are you blushing?"

"What, no," he scoffed.

Yes, he most definitely was. And he could feel himself get hotter as you continued to watch him.

"It's ok, family can be embarrassing sometimes," you shrugged. "At least it's just funny embarrassing and not painful embarrassing."

Eddie swallowed nervously and gripped the steering wheel a little tighter.

Yeah this would be like meeting someone from his family, wouldn't it.

He was so caught up in his nerves and self-pity, he really hadn't thought of it that way.

"Unless Benny has some baby pictures of you on the wall something," you continued with a conspiratorial grin.

Fortunately, no baby pictures; unfortunately there was a picture on the wall near the old jukebox of a 9-year old Eddie with Benny and Rick, standing next to some massive fish they caught out on Lover's Lake. Whether to emphasize how big the fish was or how short Eddie was, he couldn't recall. All he knew was that he was missing a few baby teeth and his knees were all scabby from one fantastical adventure in the woods or another.

But you didn't need to know about that.

The diner was, thankfully, busy by the time you guys arrived, so you were spared Benny's theatrics short of a "how's it going kid" shouted from the kitchen and a bunch of muffled greetings from some of the regulars who were around when Eddie's mom was still alive. You did, however, get to meet Lynn, the blue-haired waitress that probably worked at Benny's longer than Benny had even owned the place. She was a crank and incredibly opinionated and always let Eddie's mom, then eventually Wayne and Rick, know all of the ways they were failing at raising him.

Now that Eddie was grown, she simply let him know every time she had a problem with him.

But Eddie was shocked at how swiftly you navigated the interaction with her, dodging all of the tricks and traps that typically set Eddie up for some kind of insult or life lesson.

Lynn simply took your orders--patty melts and fries with the promised apple pie shakes, "oh and extra whipped cream please"--hummed judgmentally and stalked off to top off various coffee cups. She didn't even say anything about the lack of vegetables on Eddie's plate when the food was finally ready, like she usually did when he came in for late night bites with the guys.

"How the fuck did you do that?" Eddie leaned across the table conspiratorially. "She's had it out for me for years."

"Old people love me," you explained. "I've driven my papa to enough doctor's appointments and sat through enough of his stories that I have...what did you call it? In your game? A bluff?"

"Buff," he corrected with a nod.

"Grandchild buff," you agreed and he laughed.

"Repel the Elderly," Eddie puffed out his chest and adopted his DMing voice. "A level 4 spell. No damage taken from anyone over the age of 65. But it only lasts 2 rounds. Let's hope the Harpy doesn't come back otherwise I'll need you to make a constitution saving throw. If you roll below a 10, she deals double poison damage; you might not survive."

You threw a fry at him and stuck out your tongue, then asked him to tell you more about Dungeons and Dragons. Everything was normal for a little while as you ate and talked.

Until Benny came to check on his patrons. He typically made the rounds every hour or two, stopping at tables and saying hello. The two of you were laughing at some joke Eddie made by the time Benny got to your booth.

"Hey, kid," Benny leaned his hip against the booth with his arms folded across his chest. "Long time no see; heard you got a real life, grown up job."

"Hey Ben, yeah. At the mall. Been more than a month now. I'm guessing Rick's been by?"

"You know how it goes: holiday weekend coming up, he pulls an all nighter getting supplies from his guy up in Milwaukee. Then he gets the waffle platter with extra bacon and we talk about all the town gossip."

"Nice to know I'm still gossip-worthy."

"You know how proud he is of you. This, uh...a coworker or something? You gonna introduce me or no?" Benny changed the subject and gave Eddie a knowing look. You, however, swooped in to introduce yourself as Eddie shifted in his seat uncomfortably.

He hadn't exactly told Wayne or Rick about you yet. Just that he had some new friends who worked at the mall too. It wasn't the same as talking to the guys. How many times had he had a crush over the years and came home excited about someone only to get his hopes obliterated. How many pep talks had he endured? Now, thanks to Benny's big mouth and Rick's unending need for gossip, they'd know he had taken a pretty girl to the diner.

He could truly only hope that there wouldn't be another pep talk associated with you.

"...ok Chicago," Benny sniffed as your short conversation came to an end. "You're alright. Backing the wrong football team...but still alright. Nice to meet you.”

He then turned back to Eddie.

"I need to get back to the kitchen but Rick told me about the 4th of July thing.” Eddie froze and his mouth went dry. "I'm sorry to hear about it. If you and the guys want, you can do a show here that night instead. Lot of families stop by for ice cream and pie and such.

"Maybe not that real heavy stuff you're into, but I know you boys know how to play some of the classics off the old jukebox. We could set you up in the parking lot. Phil's got some folding tables from the tree lot."

"Yeah thanks," Eddie nodded. "That sounds great. I'll bring it up to the guys when we have practice tomorrow."

"Just let me know so we can make sure you have everything you need." He turned his attention back to you. "Again, it's nice to meet ya'. Don't let Eddie scare you off, he's a big old teddy bear."

"Ben!" Eddie groaned and put his face in his hands.

"Oh he won't; I'm definitely scarier than he is," you cackled. "Nice to meet you too Benny."

Once he was gone, Lynn swooped in with the check. You immediately made to grab for it before Eddie could dare, but Lynn stopped you.

"No need honey; Edward already paid," she hummed. "As a gentleman should; seems Wayne taught you something right."

"It's always nice to see you too Lynn."

The older woman rolled her eyes and shuffled away.

You waited until she was gone before you turned your attention back to Eddie, gritted your teeth, balled the check up and threw it at him.

"Stop doing that! When did you even--"

"When you went to the bathroom," Eddie grinned triumphantly.

"You are a menace and you must be stopped!" You threw your hands in the air as you pushed yourself out of the booth to leave. "I'll get you back one day, I swear to God."

Eddie clasped both hands to his chest and gasped dramatically.

"No, please," he exclaimed. "No holy oaths in front of a lowly devil worshiper like me. I can feel the bullshit burning through me."

"Shut up, I hate you." You laughed. "Just let me pay for dinner next time."

“No, I let you pay for pizza," Eddie argued.

"You let me pay for a pizza. One. And you didn't let me do anything, I had to jump out of the van before you could. I don’t even think you had parked it yet."

“This is slander! I object.” Eddie put his hands on your shoulders, leveling you with the most stern expression he could muster. “I also let you buy cannolis.”

“Alright Perry Mason,” you rolled your eyes at him and swatted his hands off your shoulders. “You win this time.”

“Excuse me but Perry Mason always wins!"

---

You finally brought it up on the way to Lover's Lake.

It hadn't been Eddie's intention to always end your Sunday nights out at the lake, it just...happened. Pizza that first night, then Chinese food the following week when you lost track of time sitting in the employee parking lot debating which Indiana Jones film was better, Raiders or Temple of Doom. (It was Raiders. Obviously.)

Tonight, the plan had been to make s'mores on the fire pit in Rick's backyard. He had suggested it after he'd spotted a sandwich board outside of Scoops Ahoy advertising their knew Gimme S'mores flavor. He'd subtly asked you later if you had ever made s'mores before, and then gave you shit for your absolute throwaway answer.

"Like...yeah, in the microwave."

"The micr--are you shitting me right now?!"

"I'm sorry, there wasn't really an opportunity to start a bonfire in my fully paved backyard."

"Did you even have a childhood? No s'mores, no pudding, no sugar cereal? NO QUISP!"

So Eddie had gone to Bradleys and gotten marshmallows and chocolate and a variety of cookies. The plan, if you were ok with it, was going to be to smoke for a little bit--he'd dreamed of a s'more made with chocolate chip cookies when he had gotten high the other night and was very much looking forward to it--and enjoy the sweetness of both the s'mores and your company.

Instead, it had all shattered around him as he turned onto Cornwallis.

"So..." you began hesitantly, tapping your hands on your lap.

"So...?" Eddie asked, glancing over at you. You leaned forward a little, eyebrows raised expectantly. "What?"

"Benny's offer...for the 4th..."

"What about it?"

"You guys should do it!" you exclaimed. "That sounds like a really fun time."

You went on about the intimate venue and the regulars who already seemed to know Eddie and the guys, if what you had just seen at the diner was any indicator. The more you spoke, the more irritated Eddie seemed to get.

Not irritated...with you. No, just uncomfortable in his own skin. Uncomfortable with the fact that his failure was being perceived.

He ran his tongue along his bottom lip, his hands fidgeted on the steering wheel, his chest hurt. The van seemed to be getting smaller and hotter, the seat more uncomfortable, the longer you spoke.

By the time you finished, he barely felt like himself.

"No," he coughed. "No, I don't think the guys would be up for something like that."

"Why not?" you questioned. "You were getting ready to play at the fair right? What makes this different?"

"It just is," Eddie shrugged.

"I mean I get it's not a stage but--"

"You're not even gonna ask why we aren't playing at the fair?" Eddie cut in, attention fully taken off the road as he stared at you expectantly.

Because...because yeah you were nice, but it didn't make any sense that you were just...going along with whatever you heard. Why were you so quick to try and get him to accept this pity offer from Benny. Why weren't you throwing it in his face that plans had changed and his dreams were shattered.

"Ok. Why aren't you playing at the fair?" you asked and Eddie scoffed. "I'm not trying to be passive aggressive or anything, you just seem irritated that I didn't ask first. So now I am asking."

"Does it matter?" Eddie shrugged.

"Yes, because you're upset."

"I'm not upset."

"Eddie, please," you sighed. "Even Kyle said something was bothering you. I'm not trying to stir the pot and if you want me to drop it, I will. You just...when you talk about your music and the band you're always so excited. I want to understand why you don't want to take this opportunity."

"Because it's a reminder that I'm a failure!" Eddie shouted, hands coming off the steering wheel as he held them up beside his head. "Sur-fucking-prise! I can't seem to do anything right and that's usually fine, but yeah, you're right, this was one of the only things that really mattered to me and the guys. And I couldn't even get that right.

"Benny isn't asking if we wanted to play because he likes our music, because he thinks we're any good. No, it's because he feels bad that we can't play at the Fair. Because I chose what I thought was a really fucking cool set list and they turned us down. Because I fucked up and he wants to cheer me up."

"What's so bad about that? What's so bad about people who care about you wanting to take care of you?" you asked.

"Because it isn't care; it's pity!" He argued. "It's always pity of one kind of another, right? Pity that my mom died, pity that I live in a trailer park, pity that I have this dream that's gonna get me nowhere, pity that I can't even pass senior year after two freaking tries. What's the point anymore? I'm tired."

The van rumbled along, but it was silent otherwise. Eddie couldn't look at you after his outburst so he wrung his hands around the steering wheel.

Fuck. He really did it this time.

Eddie knew, he knew you were gonna ask and he was gonna try to avoid it and he was going to disappoint you. But he didn't know...

Eddie didn't like getting angry or really showing those kinds of emotions. It was different if he snapped at the guys to reel them in, or snark at stupid kids at school. It was harmless, no actual malice behind it. There were just some times...where he felt it all get too overwhelming inside of him and he didn't want to...

He didn't want to be like his dad.

It's why he liked smoking. And why he liked smoking. He wouldn't say he was someone with a lot of sharp edges to begin with, but they helped smooth out whatever rough burrs that came from the every day were left over on his soul after a tough week.

If only he had made it to Lover's Lake before you asked.

He had made the next turn back onto the highway when you spoke.

"Do you think I'm hanging out with you because I pity you?" you broke the silence with a small voice, and when he looked over, you were playing with your fingers and gnawing at your bottom lip. You didn't look scared or upset, really. That was a bit of a relief. But...

"No, I didn't mean..." Eddie paused for a second, because actually...he didn't think you were hanging out with him out of pity. But he was just waiting for the moment you realized it wasn't worth hanging out with him anymore because he was pitiful.

So maybe it was just worth it to end this whole thing now and save himself some unexpected disappointment. Just like it had been with everyone else who suddenly dropped him like a hot potato.

"I mean yeah," he shrugged. "Look at you. And then look at me. We don't exactly make sense."

"Make what sense?"

"You're like...you have everything figured out, you have your whole life together, you're like...on top of the world. Got your promotion to Store Manager, your apartment, everything. Meanwhile--"

"Eddie."

"--I can't even finish high school, my band can't play a bigger crowd than the Hideout, I'm pretty sure I...accidentally sold my soul or something because Kyle hired me and I'm actually doing a good job? But where am I gonna be in 5 years, in 10? Probably still right where I am. I've literally screwed up everything I've ever put my mind to. It doesn't make sense."

"When things don't work out for us, when we're disappointed, yeah it does feel like nothing makes sense," you sighed. "But that's why you need to let the people around you who want to help you, actually help you.

"It's not a bad thing to accept he--Why are we back at the mall?" You suddenly asked as he pulled onto the Mall drive and headed towards the employee lot.

"Well I figure the night is over, I would take you back to your car," he shrugged weakly.

You opened your mouth to say something, but quickly closed it and nodded.

Yeah, that's what he thought.

He still got out of the van and opened the door for you when he parked next to your car, he offered you some chocolate to take home if you wanted, and he even kissed your hand before you got in the car to leave.

"See you around sweetheart," he said softly through your open window.

"See you Eddie, have a good night please," you offered a small smile. "Please...be good to yourself ok?"

He tucked his hands into his pockets and watched you drive away before he got back into the van.

Be good to himself.

Weird, but that definitely sounded better the "fuck you" he usually got when people disappeared from his life.

---

Except you didn't disappear from his life. You lived in the same town, worked at the same mall, for crying out loud; you still parked your car kind of close to his when he came in for the rest of his shifts that week. You didn't eat lunch together like you'd gotten used to doing...but he would still catch glimpses of you as you passed each other on break.

It was almost...back to how it was before he had gotten the nerve to go and talk to you that first time. You would smile and wave and he would look away. Neither of you said anything to one another, but you weren't hostile and neither was Eddie.

The 4th of July arrived and Eddie had to work. He had originally traded shifts with someone so he could do a short mid instead of a close and he'd forgotten to switch it back. But that meant he caught you leaving Tape World at the end of, what should have been, your 15 minute break.

"What was she doing here?" Eddie asked Kyle, who was surprisingly decked out in as much flag gear as he could get his hands on.

"Who? Oh your girlfriend?" Kyle pushed his star-shaped sunglasses up the bridge of his nose as he filed some receipts away. The grin on his face was obnoxious.

"She's not my girlfriend."

"Uh huh. Sure. Well, her shop radio broke again and she forgot her tapes again," Kyle shrugged. "What else is new? Hey maybe if I send you up there on official Tape World Business, you two can make up and you can stop being such a fuckin' grump."

Eddie ignored him.

That night, there was no concert at Benny's but he and the guys did end up going to the fair and eating funnel cake until they puked.

They actually had a good time; they had even watched the musical lineup for a little while. Whatever the clerk at the Park Department had chosen wasn't nearly as good as Corroded Coffin would have been. And that knowledge, paired with Gareth's heckling and Jeff's booing, kind of made him feel a little better.

The following Sunday passed by without your usual date night. Eddie still passed by your store on the way out to the employee lot. You didn't look at him or wave this time, you were at the register going over something with, what looked to be, a new hire. You laughed and his chest hurt a little.

Eddie knew how much those little dates, how much those lunches and breaks spent together, really brightened up his week. But it wasn't until he didn't have them anymore that he realized just how strong of a foothold you had in his life in such a short amount of time.

He really should never have pushed you away like he had.

He had fucked up.

He missed you.

---

"Hey Ed, once you clock in can you check the shipment in?" Kyle asked as soon as Eddie crossed through the doors to start his shift the following Wednesday.

"Yeah, great," Eddie sighed. “No problem.”

It wasn’t that he hated checking the shipment in….it’s just that there were about a million other parts of working at Tape World that he liked better. Talking to customers, choosing what would play on the store radio for the duration of his shift…shit, even counting down the registers at night. But this was tedious. Busy work.

It was an endless stack of boxes and he needed to make sure what was inside matched the packing slip. Thousands of little tapes. Great.

"There's some special orders back there too, if you can give the customers a call!" Kyle hollered after Eddie as he slipped into the stock room. Sure enough, there were a few larger boxes propped up by the little break area.

Now that was something Eddie enjoyed a little more. He'd call the customers--usually some desk jockey who got themselves something to get through their mid-life crisis, or a parent getting some dream gift that their kid would forget about come next month--and tell them their special order had just arrived. Then typically, they would drop into the store that day or the next day and he would get to help them unpack and test out their brand new guitar.

Aside from selling the sparkling new guitars from one of the many catalogs at the counter, this was the best part of his job. And knowing he would get to do it immediately brought his mood up.

Eddie himself had been waiting for the day where a package would be there for him. On his first day, as they were setting up the store before the mall had even opened, he had unpacked the box of catalogs and found a doozy of guitar that he had his eye on: A BC Rich Warlock. And he had been putting money towards it with every paycheck. Tape World had a plan, just like the holiday layaway at K-Mart, and combined with his employee discount...he was almost there.

He dreamt about it as he grabbed a box and pulled the packing slip from where it was attached on the side of the box.

Maybe in the next few weeks? Next month? He'd come back here and the label would say...

Edward Munson/Tape World/1 StarCourt Drive/Unit F3

Eddie blinked.

Yeah. That's what it would say.

Wait. Was he still high from after last night's show? When they'd made a very late McDonalds run and smoked in Gareth's garage?

Edward Munson/Tape World/1 StarCourt Drive

He blinked again. Nope, still the same.

Edward Munson

"Well?" Eddie jumped at the sound of Kyle's voice by the stockroom door. He had his arms crossed and he had the biggest grin on his face. "You gonna open it or what?"

"What the fuck man? Where did this come from?" Eddie questioned.

"I would assume wherever BC Rich makes their guitars? California, I don't know. I work here, remember dingus?"

"No I mean," Eddie fumbled over his words. "I hadn't made the last payment, where did it...did you..."

"Look at the packing slip man," Kyle gestured. "The order form."

Eddie quickly flipped to the Tape World order form stapled to the packing slip. There were lines of his signatures, and the amount of money he had put down with each payment...and then at the very bottom...

A very intricate signature. Yours. And the last hundred dollar payment, marked in red pen.

No. You didn't. You couldn't have. When did you even?

"I told you she was your girlfriend," Kyle cackled. "I fuckin' told you."

Kyle had been gracious enough to let Eddie take an early lunch so he could find you...confront you...kiss you...Eddie wasn't sure yet.

You opened on Wednesdays so right about now you would be taking the cardboard out to the loading dock and then taking your last break. He knew because, if not for the fact that he hadn't talked to you in over a week, he would be right there with you.

Still you jumped in surprise when he burst onto the loading dock, the heavy dock door slamming into the brick wall, just as you were hitting the button on the baler.

"Jesus Christ, Eddie," you put your neon pink, fishnet glove-clad hand on your chest. "Gave me a heart attack."

"Why did you do it?" Eddie asked.

"Do what?"

"This," he pulled the order form from his back pocket and crossed the short distance to show you. He tapped on your signature several times. "Why would you do this for me?"

Your mouth formed a soft "oh" and you sighed.

"Because you're my friend," you explained as if it was obvious. "Because you've been really down and you needed cheering up."

"This isn't just...cheering a friend up. It's too much."

"It really isn't," you shook your head.

"It's a hundred dollars!"

"I have savings," you continued.

"And you have, like...rent and bills and stuff."

"So do you...you said you've been helping your uncle with rent and bills and stuff," you said in a way that mocked him. He gritted his teeth.

"I was gonna use my sales bonus for the final payment."

"Well I'm due for mine coming up too."

"I'm paying you back!" Eddie insisted.

"No you aren't. I wanted to do this for you so I did it."

"If you felt sorry for me or--"

"I just wanted to cheer you up Eddie!" You exclaimed, slamming your hands on the baler button again in finality, as if crushing the already-crushed cardboard was somehow going to drive your point home. "I don't feel sorry for you. I don't pity you. You're my friend and you were really down, disappointed.

"Tell me yes or no? Were you on the verge of giving up? Yes or no, right now."

Eddie froze.

No he wouldn't. Except...hadn't he? There was no 4th of July Fair, which meant there also wasn't a show at Benny's. Their last set at the Hideout wasn't...well he wasn't as good as he could have been. As good as he usually was.

Maybe he had...given up on himself a little. Let the self pity get the best of him.

"No," was the answer he gave you though.

Your eyes hardened and narrowed in challenge. You placed your hands on your hips and stood toe to toe with him and although he was the taller one between the two of you, it certainly felt like you were a giantess towering over him, complete with layers of fishnet and rayon and tulle fluttering in the slight breeze off the loading dock.

"Maybe you didn't hear yourself in the van after Benny's but I did," you began. "You felt like everyone pitied you, that no one was your friend or on your side. You were alone, and in place of real pain and disappointment, and you said you were tired. What is the point of trying anymore, you're tired. You said that, Eddie. You did.

"And I've been there, ok? I'm not that much older than you but I kind of am in a different stage of my life. So I'm sorry if I've ever made it seem like things are easy for me...I'm sure in some aspects they are, but in others...yeah I've been there. It's hard not to compare yourself to others when you're down, but also, you can't just...push people away or think that they're taking pity on you when they're just trying to help.

"And I know it's hard to get over that little hurdle of feeling like everything is a trick or a trap and accept nice things from other people, so excuse me if I took the initiative to do it without your permission. Because when I was at a place of giving up and not wanting help or advice, someone did that for me. So I'm doing it for you now. And I would do it again in a heartbeat."

Eddie stared directly into your eyes as he processed everything. Back and forth, left and right, as your heavy breathing went back to normal.

"Because, if you fail to remember, you have been doing nice things for me these past few weeks, and you really haven't let me return the favor quite yet, so if you don't want to accept that I'm just doing something nice for a friend, then accept that I'm paying you back for all the nice things you've done for me."

He swallowed and looked down at his feet for a moment.

"It was just...some pizzas and snacks--"

"And chili cheese fries, and surprise sodas on the days we don't have our breaks at the same time, and that movie ticket, and dinner at Benny's, and all the gas you've used to drive us around when at this point I can probably navigate town by myself," you finished for him.

Eddie did a mental tally and yeah, you were right. He did do all of those things, and no, he hadn't and probably still wouldn't let you return the favor if you gave him the chance to be your friend again.

"I know friendship isn't supposed to be transactional, but the scale has been tipped immensely towards you, so instead of just sitting back and watching you feel like a failure and give up on your dream because some stupid...I don't know, festival...person has no taste in music, I wanted to do something to surprise you. To cheer you up."

"Why haven't you talked to me then?" he asked.

"What do you mean? You haven't been talking to me," you laughed. "I've been waving and saying hello...you dropped me off at my car that night and then...you haven't even looked at me since. So I figured you just needed the space. I get that too; needing some time, some space."

"I guess I thought you didn't want anything to do with me anymore," Eddie replied lamely. Because yeah, you had been doing those things. Maybe...maybe you were right, maybe he did need the space too. God, you were such a know it all. "I'm here now."

"Yeah I see that," you deadpanned. "Hi."

"Hi," Eddie parroted. "Thank you. For the surprise. I really...really was...surprised."

"Of course, any time," you nodded. "How are you feeling? Any better?"

"Yeah," he sighed. "Just like you said, I needed some time to work it out. Spent some time with the guys, it cheered me up."

"Good."

"You missed out on all the carnival food. Made the guys ride the tilt a whirl...Gareth's puke was purple."

"Yeah," you scrunched your nose. "I really missed out."

"There's always next year."

"Great." You offered him a small smile. "We good?"

"Yeah. You still want to hang out with me on Sunday? I, uh, really missed you."

"I missed you too. Maybe...you can give me a private show this Sunday? With your shiny new guitar? Only if you're up for it, of course."

"Absolutely. Sundays with you are my..." Eddie hesitated.

Should he say it? Would it scare you away?

Before he could finish, you put your hand on his arm and squeezed.

"They're mine too."

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Homeward Bound (When Paths Cross Pt. V, Javier Peña x Reader)

Pairing: Javier Peña x Afab!Reader (No use of y/n!)

Length: ~3k words

Series Summary: Chucho's been like a father figure to you since he helped you out of a sticky situation on your second day in Laredo. What happens when you finally meet his son, the former-DEA agent, who just happens to ignite you in a way that you haven't felt before?

Chapter Summary: After three weeks away on work trips, you finally come 'home.'

Chapter Warnings: good mix of porn and plot in this one. p in v, Javi being a needy demon, spanish nicknames, safe sex, pushy javi (but never in a sexual way!), javi lacks impulse control. another brief moment of angst but it resolves quickly.

If you're so inclined, please drop a like and a reply/reblog! I live for your feeback, and it keeps me going and keeps me writing. Did you like it? love it? hate it? I want to hear all of your thoughts!

PREVIOUS PART (IV) HERE

It’s been three weeks since you’ve been able to stay over on a Sunday night.

As you prep for a new installation of an exhibition with additional courier responsibilities, terse mornings in the office have taken you out of state and out of town for continuous weekends. You’re miserable - you miss your Peña boys, very much so. You miss Chucho’s company and you miss Javi’s… everything.

You call as often as you can which is, admittedly, not all that often.

By the end of the third week, you’re starting to worry that Javi might have forgotten about you or written you off entirely. You know that’s just your own worry and self-consciousness showing through, but you can’t help it, regardless.

At the end of those three long, exhausting weeks, you finally trudge home on a Friday night, your cab dropping you off just outside your apartment. You haul your suitcase up the steps and into your small loft, the added exertion only serving to exhaust you even further. You wheel your suitcase inside and close the door behind you, moving so you can lean backward against it, eyes closing as you take a few deep breaths.

It’s good to be home, really, but all you want to do is throw yourself in bed and sleep for the next twelve or fourteen hours. Sighing, you open your eyes and pick yourself up off of the wall, dragging your suitcase back to your bedroom. You drop it on the floor next to the door and kick off your boots, flinging yourself into the bed. It’s comfortable, and you don’t want to move, but you force yourself to roll to your side and grab your phone off the end table, dialing the only person, as it turns out, that you want anything to do with when you’re this tired and miserable. The phone only rings twice.

“Muñeca?” Javi’s warm baritone trembles through the speaker, lighting up your body with its warmth.

“Hey, Javi. I just got back.” You can practically hear the smile through the other end of the speaker as he chuckles on the other end of the line.

“Good. I was starting to think you ran away from me. How are you? It’s been a long few weeks, feeling okay now at the end of it?” You nod and then answer with a hum.

“Yeah. I’m okay. Exhausted, but all in one piece. I’m just happy to be home. Did you stay out of trouble while I’ve been gone?”

He chuckles again and sighs. “A perfect angel. Nothing to report. Just don’t ask Pops what he thinks.” You giggle at the joke as he pauses for a beat. After a heavy breath on his end he asks, “Can I come to see you?”

You sigh, a bit exasperated by the thought of it, but you consider it, anyway. You really do want to see him.

“It’s late, and I’m exhausted. I’m sure I won’t be very good company at all.”

“Have you eaten?”

You pause, not wanting to answer. You can’t lie to him.

“No. I’ll eat in the morning.”

Javi sighs through his teeth - it’s a sharp sound that conveys to you his disappointment. “Absolutely not. I’ll pick something up on the way over. You need to eat, cariño. Even if you kick me out right after, let me bring you something to eat.”

“But Javiii…” You whine, annoyed at your own voice. When did you get so whiny?

“No, cariño. Food. What do you want? Anything. I’ll be over as soon as I can.”

You give in, offering him a suggestion for something you’re in the mood for, and you curl up on the bed, planning on just resting your eyes for a long while. After falling asleep accidentally, you’re awoken by the loud sound of persistent knocking at your front door. You jump slightly, standing and stretching your limbs before you trudge to the door and open it up, greeted by one beautifully bronzed and mustached Tejano.

“Javi-” You smile, just his presence alone lifting your spirits, and he lifts the food in his right hand with a smirk as he pushes into your apartment, shutting the door behind you. He sets the food down on the couch for a moment, turning and gathering you up in his arms. His grip is tight, warm, and comforting.

This, it turns out, feels far more like coming home than walking into your apartment did.

The scent of his cologne and his leather jacket permeate your senses, settling you with ease as you allow yourself to melt into his arms like putty. “Muñeca… I missed you. Pops has been unbearable without you around.” You smile into his jacket and sigh, pressing yourself against him fully.

“Oh? You just miss me keeping him at bay, huh?” He laughs - a few short breaths through his nose - and then leans down to nuzzle against your hair, nosing at the spot just behind your ear. Your hands wrap tightly around his waist, clinging firmly to him.

“Among… other things.” He chuckles again and trails a hand up to your chin, ticking it upwards with his index finger so he can lean in and kiss you properly. It’s a slow kiss - maybe the slowest you’ve shared so far - and it feels like it sets your skin completely alight. When he pulls away, he smooths a hand down your cheek before he offers you a lopsided smile and a slow breath. “Food has been delivered. Want me to go now? Let you relax?”

You shake your head frantically and tighten your grip, unwilling to let go.

“Absolutely not. You’re not going anywhere, Mr. DEA.”

He laughs and of course, obliges you. You have a seat together on the couch, wrapped up in his arms as he sits and eats with you, taking turns sharing a recollection of your missing weeks for a long while. He cleans up the living room before you sleepily tumble into bed together, barely bothering to strip yourselves of your clothing.

He wraps you up in his arms, hands stroking whatever strips of exposed skin he can reach until you find yourself falling into the most glorious dreamless sleep. He follows shortly thereafter, body cradling yours and keeping you safe and warm under the sheets.

~~~

Javi wakes before you do, stirring you from your dreamless slumber with the scent of fresh coffee and a bag of donuts. Groggily, you sit up as he rubs your back, urging you awake.

“What time is it?” You ask.

“Quarter to nine. Thought you could use the extra sleep.” He holds up the bag to you as if it’s an offering. “Breakfast? Made it myself.”

“Oh I’d bet you did. Krispy Kreme bag label and all, huh?” He shrugs nonchalantly, that distinctive smirk pulling up at the corner of his lips once again. You share a quiet breakfast in bed together, with Javi’s side pressed up against yours against the headboard as you pick at each other’s donuts. It’s comfortable in a way that you haven’t felt with someone else before - at least not for a very long time, you think.

You take your time finishing, chatting easily all the while, before you announce your intentions to take a shower - alone. Javi’s look is one of severe disappointment, immediately offering you the saddest puppy dog eyes as he begs you to let him join you. Ultimately, the pleading face he gives you cracks your resolve in an instant. You let him join anyway with the promise of keeping his hands to himself.

And, Javi does, in fact, behave in the shower. You’re truly surprised but, save a few brief wandering hands, he largely keeps them to himself and lets you bathe quickly and efficiently. You feel remarkably better and refreshed not that you’ve washed the feeling of airline travel off of your body completely.

When you get out, however, all hell breaks loose. No promises were made for how he’d behave after the shower, so in no time at all he has you pressed up against the countertop, leaning over you as his lips attach themselves to that tender junction between your neck and collarbone. He has you caged in, unable to move anywhere but exactly where he wants you to be. One hand reaches down for your thigh, hitching it up over his own hip as your core brushes against his rigid length. You gasp at the contact, his searing heat sending sparks down your spine.

“I’ve missed you, Muñeca…” You giggle and roll your hips forward slightly as one of his hands slides between your legs, thumb brushing lightly over your clit. Your breath hitches in your throat and your eyes fall shut as he leans forward, lips finding spots all over your cheeks and neck to kiss and nibble at. You’re putty in his hands, like always.

He works you quickly to the edge on his fingers, pulling a powerful orgasm out of you that leaves you breathless and shaking. Then you drop to your knees and take him into your mouth, hands massaging circles into his hips as his body tights and cums deep down your throat. Neither of you are sated, and you both know it.

You drag him into the bedroom and throw him down onto the sheets. Well, he assists - he’s a big boy - but you definitely urge him into position. Throwing one leg overtop of him, you straddle his waist, grinding against his deliciously hard cock as you lean down and kiss him furiously.

“It was like hell not being able to see you, not being able to talk to you, Javi… and not being able to touch you, either? I thought I was going crazy.” He chuckles and returns your affections, kissing you back with just as much feverishness as you’re feeling right now.

“So did I, cariño. I can’t tell you how many night I had to suffer… laying in bed thinking about you over and over again. It was torture.” You nuzzle your forehead against his cheek, pressing a kiss to his lower jaw before biting at it lightly. Hips rolling against him, you can practically feel the blood rushing back to his cock as you work him over.

“I need you, Javi. Please- fuck, I need to feel you so badly.” You whine into his ear, body mercilessly rolling along his as your slick starts to coat his shaft. If you move your hips just right, you can feel the tip of his cock notch at your entrance and then slip back out, begging you to just sink down onto him already. He groans, head dropping back in frustration as he tugs your hips upwards and off of him.

“Hold on, baby… I need to go get a condom-” Whining, you fall forward, throwing your bodyweight across his chest.

“Javiiii… I’m on birth control. You don’t have to.” He sighs and laces one hand into your hair, softly tugging as he lifts you up just enough to press a kiss to your cheek.

“Can’t be too careful though, bonita.” You groan but roll off of him, not willing to push it any further, however much you really don’t want to wait for him to go find one. He comes back quickly, rolls it on, and lays down, pulling you back ontop of him as he enters you in what feels like the blink of an eye. Immediately, he has you whimpering on his cock, whining and moaning as you bounce up and down with ease. With your eyes closed, every movement and feeling is intensified - the way he fills you so fully and completely, his greedy hands gripping into your hips, the way he has his thighs propped up for you like you’re sitting in your own personal throne.

You’re lost to it. Lost to him, really.

It’s not long before the two of you are tumbling over the edge together, a melted mess of moans and ‘so perfect’s and ‘missed you’s and ‘so good’s. You praise each other endlessly, a cacophonous chorus of each other’s moans and syllables as you come down from your respective highs. Somewhere in the post-coital haze, you register Javi wiping you down with a cloth and then curling into you on the bed. It feels safe, warm, and perfect. It’s everything you didn’t have while you were away, and everything you didn’t realize exactly how much you missed, either.

The rest of the morning goes by in a repeat fashion. You nap for a few moments, wake up, ravage each other once more, and inevitably fall back asleep. Over and over again, you find a calmness and an equilibrium in each other's bodies that both of you were severely missing while you were away.

Eventually, you both get hungry. The donuts could only do so much to satisfy you long-term. After getting out of bed - finally - and cleaning up, you set out for something to eat. Javi drives the two of you, keeping the windows wide open as you listen to Santana the entire drive. The tex-mex place he picked out wasn’t too far, only a fifteen-minute drive or so, but it feels like a lifetime with the way your stomach is gurgling at every turn. Once you’re finally seated and have ordered, he reaches across the table to grasp your hands, pulling them up to his mouth as he kisses your knuckles with a smile.

You settle into easy conversation together, recounting your past few weeks to one another. It feels natural, like second nature. Everything just feels right.

You really, really did miss this.

When you finally finish up, Javi helps you out of your seat with a chivalrous and well-placed arm, walking you outside and to the car with his fingers laced in yours. He drives you back to the Peña farm, where Chucho embraces you with the warmth and strength of a real father figure, making you feel so comfortable and loved that you don’t ever want to let go.

“Chiquita,” He addresses you. “You’ve been well missed, here. Javi has been insufferable.” You giggle at the comment and squeeze him a little tighter until he lets you go finally, holding your shoulders as he looks you up and down. “You look exhausted.”

“Yeah. Long couple of weeks. I’m just glad I’m finally home.”

Home. You think about that concept again for a moment, trying to consider it. It seems to keep coming up these past few days.

Home was starting to get pretty complicated for you. It wasn’t the northeast anymore, but it wasn’t your apartment, either. It was starting to feel more like the Peña house, really, but you know it hasn’t been long enough for that to really be viable. You shake off the thought and reassure Chucho, instead.

“And it’s good to see you. I missed you, too, Chucho.” He smiles and offers a curt nod.

“Stay for dinner. We’ll do a Saturday meal instead, keep you here a little longer, hm?” He heads off to the kitchen with a smile and Javi steps up to you, squeezing your shoulder.

“Care to take a walk with me, cariño?” You agree, of course, and he leads you outside, starting to lead you down one of the many footpaths across the large acreage of the farm. You settle into an easy conversation, then, talking about any and everything. It was carefree again, until you asked about his work.

“Why’d you decide to come back to Laredo, after all that time in the DEA? Chucho always talks about how into it you were.” He sighs. It’s a long, suffering one that makes you instantly regret asking in the first place.

“It’s a long story I’d rather not get into.”

“Oh. Sorry… I didn’t mean to overstep, Javi.” He shakes his head and looks over at you with a stern expression.

“‘S alright. Just, uh… change of topic? Why don’t you tell me about back home?”

There’s that word again.

Home.

You’re not so sure what to do with it. Where even is ‘back home?’ You’re certain he means back up North, but it doesn’t feel right to call it that, not anymore.

“Oh, you mean where I’m from? Back up North?”

“Yeah. What’s it like? I spent some time in D.C., training, but haven’t been further than that, really.”

“Well… it’s a lot of cities. Every two hours that you drive there’s a big city, pretty much. Washington D.C., Baltimore, Philadelphia, Pittsburgh, New York, Boston… And you can keep going. Life gets oriented around them. Things here are… simpler, I think. Less hustle and bustle. I like it.”

“Yeah? You like sleepy Laredo?”

“You don’t?” You’re surprised, to say the least. Why bother coming back if he didn’t like it in the first place? Javi shrugs it off with a grunt, shoulders raising with a grimace.

“Never did so much. Spent a long time just wanting to get away. Go somewhere else. Anywhere but here.”

“Then why’d you come back?”

“When I left the DEA, I was lost. Didn’t have anywhere else to turn to. So I came home. Figured I’d retire, settle down and help Pops out. You know just as well as I do that he does way too much around here without asking for help.” You laugh sarcastically for a moment.

“Yeah that is true, absolutely.”

“Don’t think I even knew what else to do. This is all I know. Laredo, and DEA.” The conversation lulls as the two of you continue to walk until you finally speak up, an unasked question hovering at the tip of your tongue.

“Think you’re gonna stick around?” He slows and stops in his tracks, turning to face you as one hand reaches up to brush his thumb across your cheekbone. You can feel a heat rise to your cheeks slightly and he smiles at your reaction to him. The tone in his voice is playful, teasing, even, when he answers. You know what he’s implying, even if he won’t say it out loud just yet.

“I don’t know. Are you?”

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a/n: Lil' bit of a cliffhanger on this one. Trying to set up some things to happen later on. I love all of you who are following along! Your interactions and comments and criticisms and all of it are so appreciated! xoxoxo

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communistkenobi · 11 months

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there are things you cant change and you shouldnt hurt yourself trying just to please other people. and that's okay as long as you're respectful about it. i dont like dick and i probably never will and that doesn't change how i treat trans women with no bottom surgery nor does it make me see them as anything other than women and if that makes you see me as a transphobe then there's nothing i can do about that 🤷‍♀️ there is never a situation where its ok to pressure people to have sex in a way they're not comfortable with and if you cant understand that then idk man get better soon

I told you to stop replying to that post but if you want to do this out in the open then sure we can do that

your claim that “conservatives tried to force me to like dick” is based on an essentialistic, extremely transphobic and patriarchal understanding of what a penis is. Conservatives don’t want you to “like dick” they want you (and all trans people) to remain in the closet, get heterosexual married, be Christian, and make babies. That’s not a command to “like dick” that is a demand that all people conform to white western cishet gender norms, and conflating the two is fucking transphobic! You are imbuing a particular body part that people have with deep political, social, and sexual meanings, and those meanings are deeply transphobic in general and transmisogynistic in particular. “Liking dick” or “not liking dick” is not a coherent or useful way to describe a person’s attraction to an extremely broad range of people. If someone said “I’m only attracted to people with vaginas” that would be an insane and obviously transphobic statement because it means that there is some level of sexual interchangeability between cis women, trans men without bottom surgery, trans women who have had it, and certain types of intersex people, and that there is something fundamentally different with people who have a penis that makes them essentially unattractive.

“Genital preference” is an extremely loaded and fraught term. It is the site of particular types of sexual violence against trans women specifically. It is based on the assumption that attraction to the rest of a person’s body and their genitals can be fully disconnected from one another, that genitals hold some essential quality that can be judged on an attractiveness scale regardless of the bodies they’re attached to, that what genitals a person has prescribes a very specific and narrow set of sexual acts that can be engaged in. This is transphobic rhetoric, full stop.

And for the last fucking time I’m not “pressuring” anyone into having sex with people they don’t like. Nobody is telling you to “hurt yourself” into liking a penis. You are getting ridiculously angry at a random trans person online describing the problems with “genital preference” as a framework and spouting virulently transmisogynistic rhetoric to justify said anger. The things you have said and are saying to me right now are insdistinguishable from the transphobia cis people spout, even the progressive ones who say they’re supportive but they just can’t get past how disgusting and unattractive our genitals are. You are having a temper tantrum about the simple claim I made that transphobia is deeply bound up in how people view sex with particular types of bodies, and your reasoning for why I’m wrong is “well because I feel like it” so why should I take anything you’re saying remotely seriously?

I’m done replying to you. Fuck off

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honeybleed · 1 year

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a week away ⋆ kishibe rohan

part two

synopsis: some bizarre going ons whilst rohan navigates his complicated feelings about you on a trip he was vehemently against in the first place.

content & warnings: fem!reader, canon-verse, reader is an editor for shueisha, set around thus spoke kishibe rohan (2006) so rohan is twenty seven but please pretend he still has his house and isn’t shacked up with koichi 😭, reader insert but there are some ocs, unhealthy relationship dynamics, miscommunication, sort of love triangle, emotionally constipated dumbasses, jealous & possessive rohan, reader comes across a bit erratic and self deprecating, angst, smut so mdni but half baked as hell

author’s note: i really be writing for the strangest of characters.. but idk i have severe rohan brainrot and all the edits of him in eyes of heaven and all star battle make me feel a type of way

word count: 6.3k

"Come on Rohan...it'll be fun." You said for the dozenth time as you trailed after him in the longwinded hallways of his grand property.

You tried your best to coax him into somehow complying with the trip.

But after working with the arrogant manga author for all these months, you knew it'd be useless unless you dropped the bomb.

He pretended as if he couldn't hear you, then stood over his desk. Your staring at him caused him to groan and roll his eyes.

"Why would I bother with such frivolous affairs? I have things of great importance to otherwise attend to." He said, not even bothering to look at you as he was sorting through sketches.

"Okay, so you don't like those other authors-"

"It's not that I don't like them, they're simply not on my level." He interjected.

"Fine, they're not on your level. But how could you even come to that conclusion? You barely even speak to other authors."

"I don't need to speak to them to know they're not on my level."

You balled your fist behind your back and dug your nails into your palm.

"Rohan." You said, calmly. "I'm invited too, y'know. If you don't want to interact with the others, why not just use this as an opportunity as vacation time for the two of us?"

He slowly raised his head to meet your eyes and you tried to give him a teasing smile but you could feel humiliation seeping in when he simply stared at you as if you had lost your mind.

He pursed his lips, then took several strides away from the desk and stood right in front of you. You felt yourself shrinking away from his intimidating stature with those stormy eyes.

"So...all of this mundane pleading of yours for me to attend this stupid trip was a plot to seduce me?" He spat as he glared at you.

You bit the inside of your cheek.

To say Rohan was a flip-flop would be the understatement of a century. The man was a rollercoaster.

There were days when he was responsive in his peculiar way, like the evening of a Shueisha company party, he gifted you a hair slide, adorned with crystals and opal stones.

At first, you thought it was a regular one.

You were grateful all the same, but when you showed your friend and later got it appraised, the fact that Rohan had dropped serious cash on the gift made your jaw hang.

Another time, when you mentioned a specific tea that you liked very much but struggled with because it never seemed to be in any of the stores when you visited Morioh.

There was soon an endless stock of the boxes in his kitchen cupboards despite your trips to his home not being that frequent.

All the considerate actions of Rohan made your heart leap to your throat, but he swore he wasn't doing it to impress you.

But regardless, you reciprocated the affection whenever he was willing to receive it. Be it a peck on the cheek, a chaste kiss on his lips before you bounded off with his latest manuscript or lacing your fingers with his.

Those happened once in a blue moon.

Because the rest of the time, he'd sternly give you whatever you needed to send over to the office and usher you out of his house.

What spurred that attitude was your criticisms of whatever he had drafted, which he didn't take kindly to.

You'd never let any man treat you in that manner but you told yourself Kishibe Rohan wasn't just any regular man.

It's not as if you had a lack of self-respect, getting a glimmer of romance and affection from Rohan felt like a reward after being challenged for so long.

It was a lot more interesting in the landscape of mind-numbingly boring dating in your twenties. You'd take the sparring off with Rohan over any boring first-date convos.

You sighed.

"You're right, silly me. But now, you've pushed me, the higher-ups are saying attendance is mandatory otherwise there will be serious consequences."

"What, they'd drop the great Kishibe Rohan for not turning up to this nonsense?!" He exclaimed eyebrows knitted together in shock as he blinked rapidly.

You took a deep breath. Yep, now it was time for you to play dirty.

"You know, Rohan. You used to be Shueisha's favourite. You were their golden boy, their resident moneymaker. But that was...hm...seven, six years ago?" You began as you drummed your fingers against his desk.

He pressed his lips in a thin line as he narrowed his eyes.

"What are you getting at?" He questioned, voice laced with scepticism.

"Some would say...you're past your prime. The numbers don't lie. However, the company is extending you courtesy that a lot of its authors haven't experienced. Would it be wise of you to bite the hand that feeds you?" You stated as you tilted your head.

"You know I could care less about money." He sneered.

"Ah but money plays a big part, doesn't it Rohan? I would've thought you outgrew the naive artist mentality."

You don't feel as guilty as you used to when you started the underhanded tactic of emotional manipulation with Rohan.

In an ideal world, he'd do what he was told but it almost seemed as if he got off on making things hard.

So the only thing you could do was make jabs at the only thing he cared about in this world.

His work.

You were met with silence.

"Curses." He finally muttered.

"Lighten up, I thought you liked to travel? You can use this trip as a chance for more material for Pink Dark Boyyyy~." You singsonged.

He called out your name as he followed you to close his front door.

"Yeah?"

"Next time you come to my property to insinuate I'm washed up, don't wear something as hideous as paisley print. It's autumn, for goodness sake." He spat as he slammed the door in your face.

You rolled your eyes.

"Diva." You muttered under your breath.

Later that evening, after leaving Rohan's place you met up with your best friend.

"Remind me, why do you even have feelings for that pretentious asshole?" Your friend, Mina said as the two of you sat at the bar.

"Dunno..." You said, a little giggly from all the shots you downed. you rested your face onto your hand. "There's just something really special about him. He's not like-"

"He's a nutjob and so are you." She sighed. "And drunk. Let me get a cab before you throw up all over me."

And with that, she headed over towards the phone booth. You picked your head up from resting as you noticed a familiar face ordering a drink.

"... Ryosuke?" You said aloud.

"Y/N, is that you?" He responded, equally as shocked.

Tsuchiya Ryosuke was another manga author, his series Soul Moon was probably one of the only mangas close to rivalling Pink Dark Boy.

Honestly, you loved Soul Moon more than Pink Dark Boy.

You found Ryosuke's artistic skills breathtaking. It also didn't help how swoon-worthy the romance factor in the series was despite being a shonen.

Whilst Rohan was ever so trendy and fashionable with an androgynous-like beauty, Ryosuke looked like an ordinary salary man. Handsome, nonetheless.

With his shaggy chestnut hair and the bridge of his glasses that were bandaged, he was extremely tall but slim.

He seemed to have a soft spot for you, you just weren't interested, as bad as you felt.

"Yup! I didn't know you were in Morioh! It's so nice to see you." You gushed, over-friendly from the alcohol.

"Well the port is in Morioh so I figured I'd spend a night at the hotel rather than travelling all the way from Tokyo in the morning." He chuckled. "I know better than to ask you what you're doing in town since I know you were given the misfortune of shadowing Kishibe."

Ryosuke and Rohan loathed each other.

It was whispered amongst fans of comic books ever since Rohan had dubbed Soul Moon cheesy and having the substance of wet cardboard.

Which Ryosuke countered with a scathing review, accusing Pink Dark Boy of being past its prime and pretentious.

You waved a hand.

"Rohan's not that bad," You responded, causing Ryosuke to quirk a brow.

It was a well-known fact amongst everybody at Shueisha that Rohan was unbearable.

"...Weeeeelll." You drawled out. "He can be kinda sweet when he wants to. Which is a very small percentage. I'm holdin' out since I'm grateful to even work with you guys."

"Don't say that, Y/N! You're a great editor. You got this job with your hard work, so don't undermine your accomplishments." Ryosuke reassured.

"Cab is in ten min-" Mina paused when she saw Ryosuke standing near the bar stool she was sat on before. "I don't believe we've met before?"

"Oh, Mina this is Ryosuke. He's a manga author too."

"I should've introduced myself first, apologies." He said.

"You guys are cute, fussing over manners." you giggled as you stretched your arms across the bar, then attempted to slide off the stool that they both rushed to steady you.

"Easy there...!" Ryosuke said, a little panicked.

"Sorry, she doesn't know how to handle alcohol." Mina sighed.

"I do too...!" You protested.

You and Rohan stared at the arrangement. You were slightly irritated with yourself because you remember booking two suites. Hell, you paid the price for it too.

But you were told by the receptionist you had managed to put both your names in the same suite.

One room had a large emperor bed, the other had a single bed. You felt Rohan's eyes burn lasers into the back of your head. You knew he was not sacrificing the large bed, whatsoever.

"Why do you get dibs on that bed?" He questioned, narrowing his eyes at you.

"Because I booked the suite-"

"And you did a terrible job." He interjected. "The least you can do is reimburse me by giving me the bed I deserve."

You pulled a face. Conversations with Rohan often felt like something out of a simulation.

"And reimburse you for what, pray tell? You didn't spend a dime, it came out of my pocket."

He let out a snort and shook his head as he said your name.

"What?" You snapped.

"My time and my presence are both valuable. That's what I mean by reimbursement. You are wasting two sacred things to me." He stated, hand on his hip.

"Be a man. You go on holidays all the time, I never do so I think you can handle a single bed." You hissed.

"Why should I?!" He barked. "Kishibe Rohan does not slumber on a dingy little-"

You purposely barged past him, carrying your heavy luggage to stop his rambling.

"I'm sure you can handle a week, we're barely here anyways! The itinerary was packed!"

He simply scowled at you, then begrudgingly dragged his belongings in.

Soon enough, after you'd both unpacked, you stared at your reflection in the mirror above the sink basin.

It was bold of the company to force you both on this trip. And while you were grateful for some R&R, Rohan seemed to be struggling.

You sighed. Why the hell did you feel bad over his tantrum?

He'd probably warm up soon, he liked to be in different environments so he could get up to his beloved task of observing and taking notes to sketch.

You headed out of the cabin to join the tour guide. In your peripherals, you could see Rohan setting up his belongings on the desk which was clearly meant to be a vanity desk.

Days passed.

This seemed to be a luxury cruise, every deck had any activity you'd want to do.

Stops at little port towns, late-night dinners and entertainment with jazz bands and singers.

Cooking classes, all sorts of arts and crafts, and sports.

You'd even felt new friendships blossom with the other editors and manga authors you barely talked to.

Rohan seemed to be reclusive, and you had given up on trying to get him to talk to the other authors and staff.

It would've ended up in an argument with his lack of social skills so you saved yourself the headache.

You lounged in the pool on the deck, taking in the sun.

The sun beating down on your skin and the clear, turquoise waters were simply heavenly on your sore muscles.

You suddenly felt a wave in the pool, and it was none other than Ryosuke taking a few breaststrokes towards you.

You gave him a grin and placed your sunglasses on your head.

"Hello stranger, what brings you here?" You greeted. He snatched a pool noodle to drape his arms over it and smiled at you.

"Who would turn down flirting with a gorgeous lady in a swimsuit?" he said with a grin.

"Ryosuke!" You gasped. You felt the tips of your ears heat up a little. You sloshed some water towards him.

Unbeknownst to you, a pair of eyes were piercing at the two of you messing around in the water.

Rohan felt a pain in his jaw as he clenched his teeth. How he despised that wretched manga author.

Later that evening, you were dashing around the cabin getting dressed for tonight.

Rohan watched you, bewildered.

The woman in front of him was not the same woman who would knock at his door to pass on messages from Jump in quite possibly the most unattractive, frumpy clothes he'd seen.

He was staring at a woman adorned in a simple black dress. Yet the way it seemed to hug on the curves he didn't even know you had was almost mouth-watering.

"Are you coming, then?" You questioned as you fastened on the hoop earrings.

"... I'm going to be preoccupied translating my notes into the sketches, so no unfortunately I will not be attending," He stated.

"Jeez, Rohan! What activities have you even attended?" You said through gritted teeth.

".. I happened to have surveyed the arts and crafts and crocheting class."

"Did you even take part?!" You shot.

"Now why would I do that?"

You rolled your eyes.

"Whatever. I'll be on the second deck if you feel like joining."

"Yes, you go and do that. Give me some peace and quiet so I can continue with my work that you've derailed enough with this ridiculous trip." He scathed.

"Only your stubborn ass would complain about a holiday of all things." You retorted. "How my heart weeps for you."

"Didn't you say you were leaving?" He snapped.

"I'm going!" You huffed.

After you left he found himself unable to concentrate.

Having an extreme lapse of attention span as he stared at the outline of the sketch in front of him, he thumped his fist onto the table.

"Damn that woman!" He thundered to himself.

Seeing her frolic in the pool with that accursed manga author Ryosuke and then having the nerve to look gorgeous when she left, his head was spinning.

He breathed through his nose and clutched his head.

It probably wouldn't hurt to take her invitation.

She was invading all aspects of his mind so maybe being with her would make it go away.

But as he stood at the entrance of the ballroom, and saw you on the dance floor, two-stepping to a slow jazz tune he felt a burning sensation in his chest.

You were giggling, your eyes were lit up and he even twirled you around.

He scoffed and marched off, as the scene was becoming too unbearable to witness anymore.

Your eyes caught a glimpse of him at the doorway. For some reason, he had his arms crossed in front of his chest and eyes narrowed directly glaring at you.

"I'm gonna head over to Rohan," You said, a little apologetically to Ryosuke, pulling out of his grasp.

You could've sworn you saw a flash of irritation overtake his features, but then a smile fixed onto his lips.

"No, sure! Go ahead."

You waved him off and began to weave through all the couples on the dance floor as you made your way towards Rohan.

As soon as he saw you approaching him, he fled the scene.

"Hey! Rohan!" You called out, following after him but he walked away fast.

"Are you ignoring me?!" You cried out, but still no response.

You stopped in your footsteps and just stared off into the hallway.

You could chase after him and confront him in your cabin but the entire interaction left you in disbelief...and hurt.

"Rohan." You said for the dozenth time that night after you returned from the ballroom.

The only sound in the cabin was a pencil scratching at a ridiculously fast speed.

"What is your problem? Why are you pretending I don't exist?!" You hissed.

The pencil paused, and Rohan turned from his seat to finally make eye contact after what seemed like hours.

His arm was on the edge of the seat. He cocked his head to the side.

"...Well?" You said, making a face.

"I wouldn't have thought you would even have noticed," He said, nonchalantly.

You could've sworn your eyes were about to bulge out of their sockets. He was just so ridiculously frustrating.

"We are sharing a cabin, Rohan. I think receiving silent treatment from somebody I'm in the same vicinity with would be blatant."

You threw your hands up in irritation.

"You know what? Fine. If this is what you want, I'll play along. Hell, I'll beat you at your own game." you spat, then slammed the bathroom door shut with such force it caused the cabin to shake.

"Drama queen." Rohan spat.

Slumped against the railings of the deck, you opened your palm.

There was Rohan's earring. He hadn't given it to you. It was way back when the early days when you first became his editor.

He'd driven you home and it had been getting quite late. It was either midnight or one in the morning.

He'd taken it off his earrings and headband and absentmindedly handed the earring to you.

You kept it around. No particular reason.

Looking at the shiny gold manga pen tip, you felt a little pathetic. There was no reason why you should be wallowing over the manga author.

Your co-worker, Izumi saw you fawning over the earring.

"Just a word of advice. Fan girls don't make it very far in this job." She had said, harshly.

You didn't take offence. Izumi was a senior at the age of twenty-five, she was clearly doing something right.

The earring from now on served as a reminder to put your admiration of Rohan's work to the side.

You were hired as an editor to thoroughly vet his work. What use would there be to hire you to kiss his ass all day?

So things changed. You still had the weird romantic moments but you had gone from viewing him as some sort of untouchable God to a colleague.

You should put on your big girl panties and just go confront him about how much of an asshole he was being, giving you the silent treatment for days now.

Your peers noticed it was making you wilt. You were in good spirits for the entirety of the trip, now you were hunched over not even bothering to greet the others.

"Enough is enough." Izumi sighed.

She was Rohan's previous editor but after a few months, she requested a move to another manga series.

She still adored Rohan but she said if she worked with him any longer she would've developed hypertension with how insufferable he was.

"What?"

"I don't know whatever happened between you two but you need to get a grip on yourself. With our schedules, holidays are scarce. Do not ruin it because of one of his little tantrums." She chastised, with her hands on her hips.

"How did you know?"

"I know him like the back of my hand. He throws a hissy fit whenever somebody he has feelings for talks to other people. Kooky, I know but there's no changing him."

You didn't respond.

Of course, Rohan had feelings for you, as much as you had feelings for him. But what the hell was the next step?

"He should say something instead of acting so hot and cold." You thundered to yourself, internally.

"Stop wasting your own time and have some fun. They're having free drinks for ladies at the bar in the ballroom tonight. Join me." Izumi said, with a smile.

After reaching the acceptance stage of being on the receiving end of Rohan's cold shoulder you were settled on the soft armchair, embroiled in a random novel you'd plucked off the shelf.

Today seemed fairly pleasant but being up so early made you look forward to winding down and sleeping.

There was an exact knock on the door, which you knew belonged to none other than Rohan who you hadn't spoken to at all, despite sharing a cabin.

"Rohan, this is your suite too." You responded, eyes still fixated on a passage.

"Well, may I come in? I was just making sure not to invade your privacy but I guess you fail to recognise basic manners." He snarked.

You rolled your eyes.

"...Just come in." You said through gritted teeth.

He shut the door behind him and remained quiet. He seemed to be waiting for you to look at him which you weren't bothered in doing.

He cleared his throat a few times to gain your attention, causing you to fold the corner of the page and shut the book, slightly agitated.

"...Yes, Rohan?" You chimed, voice laced with passive aggressiveness.

His cheeks were dusted a rosy pink and his lips were pursed together.

It seemed as if he was attempting to string a sentence together.

"You looked rather ravishing today. And the day before." He finally blurted out.

Your brows knitted together in bewilderment.

Those words coming out of his mouth were almost unheard of. Especially considering his behaviour.

"...Thank you, I guess?"

"Did I do something wrong?" He asked.

"Why would you think that?" You responded, sarcastically.

"You've been...cold to me." He replied, not catching on.

"Oh Rohan, I'm simply playing the game YOU started." You said as you made your way towards him and patted his shoulder.

Rohan was furious with himself.

Namely, because you were undermining him and he was getting ridiculously turned on at your words and demeanour.

You weren't the same timid assistant from Shueisha with the ugly oversized jumpers.

"Now...is that all? Or are you going to start getting ready for bed?"

"Don't talk to me like that..!" He cried out. "I hate how you made me feel these past few days. I felt like a kicked puppy vying for its owners' attention watching you talk to that sorry excuse of a mangaka."

"... Ryosuke? Jeez, Rohan, you gotta let the resentment go at some point."

"I could care less about what drivel he publishes but the way he was looking at you and touching you was nausea-inducing!" He exclaimed as he jabbed a finger at you.

"Oh! So now you only care about me because you think there's another guy? Jealousy is not a good look on you." You spat.

You turned on your heel to march away from him, being done with this conversation but all of a sudden, your back was slammed against the wall and a very furious Kishibe Rohan was pressed against you, emerald eyes simmering.

You were terrified but the feeling of his solid, toned body made butterflies burst in your stomach. He pressed his forearm against your throat and glared at you.

"You are mine. From the day you were assigned to overlook my work, you should've known that you belong to me."

You were at a loss for words.

"Rohan, I'm warning you. Get your hands off of me and step back before I scream and ruin your reputation forever." You threatened.

"You wouldn't dare." He sneered.

"Oh, you really wanna try me?" You hissed.

He rolled his eyes and begrudgingly followed your demand. Pulling away from you.

"I've let you disrespect me for as long as I've known you...I was foolishly blinded by my admiration for you."

His arms were folded and he looked indifferent. As if he didn't have the slightest bit of remorse at what had just taken place.

"Goodnight." You said, voice defiant as you glowered at him.

You couldn't sleep. The both of you did your nighttime routine in deafening silence.

That feeling overtook you again. You hated it. Why did you always have pangs of guilt when you gave Rohan the energy he gave you first?

You tossed and turned in the pitch black for what seemed like hours.

That, until you slipped out of the single bed (that idiotic feeling guilted you into giving him the emperor bed you had sought out so badly) and approached the doorway of his room.

You swallowed thickly.

He was wrong. Everything that had transpired was caused by him. So why did all you want to do was make him feel better? Even apologise?

Your soft spot for the arrogant manga author was your downfall, truly.

You pushed the door open and saw him staring at the ceiling.

"You still haven't slept?" You murmured.

"How can I sleep when you hate me?" He questioned, angrily. Still not looking at you.

There was an odd pang of hurt when you registered the tone of his voice.

You sat on the side of his bed and turned on the bedside lamp.

"I don't hate you, Rohan." You huffed out, met with silence.

"I could never hate you." You sighed. "As much as you deserve it."

"That's...reassuring to hear." He responded.

"Look at me." You said and he obliged. "You made a mistake and...I know people would think I’m batshit crazy but I know you pretty well, so I won't force you to apologise. But I know you feel bad..."

"Don't say I'm yours and that I belong to you unless you're mine and belong to me. You got that?"

He glared at you, then nodded.

"...So you forgive me?" He said, voice unsure.

"That's a word I thought I'd never hear out of your mouth." You muttered.

"If you're just going to make snide comments, why should I even bother?" He retorted in a haughty voice.

"Okay, okay! I was kidding. Yes, I forgive you Rohan." You snickered as you slid closer to him.

He eyes widened slightly when he saw you approach him.

"...What are you doing..?" He questioned as you crawled over him. "Hmph..!"

You draped your arms around him and pressed your lips against him, hand settling on the nape of his neck.

He tensed against you, blinking rapidly. He could feel his heart flutter. Your hold on him was unlike anything he'd never experienced in his life.

Beautiful women and men, of course he'd been captivated by looks in his past but to be plagued by all these feelings of want and need were foreign to him.

To want what Ryosuke had, you to look at him with affection. He never wanted what anybody else had. Until you.

You pulled away once you felt him shake his head.

"What's the matter?" You asked, a little embarrassed if you jumped the gun and made him uncomfortable. "I'm sorry if you-"

"No! No, don't apologise. Please." He cut you off as he ran his fingers through his hair.

"I wouldn't wanna make this awkward-"

"Just stop talking." He said, causing you to anxiously gnaw at your bottom lip. "You're a terrible kisser."

"WHAT?!" You exclaimed, taken off guard by his comment.

"Yes. You kiss like an awkward middle schooler." He retorted. You rolled your eyes.

"If you're just gonna insult me then what's the point-" You said through gritted teeth.

You felt him haul you onto his lap with great strength which shocked you.

"Slower." He instructed.

You felt something snap in you as you grabbed the collar of his top.

"Do you hear what comes out of your mouth, you jackass?!" You ranted. "I don't need kissing lessons from you! When's the last time you even hooked up with somebody?!"

"That's NONE of your business!" He snarled as he glowered at you, pulling your wrists away from the fabric of his shirt.

"I hope you know I have an active sex life. I know what I'm doing. I would've slept with Ryosuke if I knew this is how you were going to-"

"Don't you dare mention that loathsome man-"

"Well don't insult my kissing!" You argued back. "Ugh." You sulked, attempting to remove yourself from his grip.

"Fine, I'm sorry. I just-" He sighed. "Look at me the way you look at him." He pleaded.

"This was never about him. Rohan, I adored you even before I met him! You were the one who pushed me away at every turn. You gave me glimpses of kindness but would turn on me as if I did something. You caused this."

"I know! You don't think I have some sort of self awareness?! I know I've hurt you."

"So if you know, why do you do it?!" You said, almost in tears from how overwhelmed you were.

You were exhausted.

"As if I know! Look, don't leave. Let me kiss you, instead." He sighed.

He settled his hand on the nape of your neck to crane you down to meet his lips.

You let out a content sigh as his other hand slid underneath your silk top and kneaded at your bare skin.

His tongue slipped into your mouth and his long eyelashes tickled your own. Tongues tangled together as he cupped the side of your face and stroked your cheek with his thumb.

When he pulled away, for air you could see strings of saliva connecting the two of you. Your nipples hardened and the heat pooling in your lower regions was making you dizzy.

Rohan seemed to be muttering under his breath, sentences you could barely make out.

"Kiss me more...please. You're beautiful. I can't get enough of you. I should've kissed you long ago."

"Are you drunk?" You snickered, his rambling seemed insane.

"No. Did you taste alcohol on my tongue?" He said, curtly.

You shook your head.

"I never took you as a needy one, Rohan." You whispered as you pulled away from his mouth to trace the shell of his ear with the tip of your tongue.

He clutched onto you harder, you felt his nails dig into the flesh of your waist.

"Guess I should've picked up on the signs. Since you were sulking for my attention." You said, taking his earlobe between your teeth.

He swore he was about to burst. It hurt so much, he was straining badly. Usually he could keep some composure when he was aroused but with you? He was a mess.

All he could think of was to be inside of you. And then you did the worst thing you could at that moment.

You clambered off of his lap.

"Where are you going..?!" He cried out.

You snickered to yourself. You only were repositioning yourself but he was already desperate.

Your knee began to rub into his crotch.

He mustered out a few strangled groans.

You retaliated by pushing your knee further and further.

"The great Kishibe Rohan seems to be at a loss for words now, huh?" You giggled causing him to stare at you in horror for a split second but more friction reduced him back to a stuttering mess.

"...Please." he choked out.

"Please what?"

His hands flew up to his bottoms as he scrambled to pull them down. Your hand clamped around his wrist to stop him.

"Now, who said you could do that?"

"Huh, AH-!" He cried out as you twisted your kneecap slowly.

"You want anything? You ask me. I'll think about it, maybe." You snickered.

It felt good to get back at Rohan.

After all the times he made you feel so insignificant and was just beyond condescending towards you, having him in the palm of your hand, so helpless, it was a confident boost.

Also it was pretty hot to see him whimper and beg for you.

Tantalisingly slow, in an attempt to make him more and more desperate, you pulled the pants down at a leisurely pace.

You snorted when you saw the tent in his underwear and the damp stain.

"Jeez. You'd think the self proclaimed great Kishibe Rohan would have some sort of restraint." You said, with a smug smile.

"Stop teasing me, woman...I beg you..." He said, in a pained voice.

"Since its our first...then yeah. Be grateful." You said as you wrapped your hand around his shaft and began to pump slowly.

Your thumb circled his tip simultaneously and Rohan thought he was going to yell. The sensations mixed with the sight of you was making him lightheaded.

His back arched as he mindlessly bucked his hips.

"Rohan, you better behave before I change my mind and make you finish yourself off." You said in a disproving tone. "Is that what you want?"

He shook his head.

"NO! No...I'll behave. I mean it. Whatever you say, just please.." He rambled, his eyes squeezed shut. "I want you."

"Okay.." You said, gently.

You figured you'd had your fill of being a menace.

As much as you doubt he'd stop being a jackass, you felt a little rush to your head seeing him so unravelled.

You lowered your head and your thumb slid from the head to the side, still massaging his member.

You locked eyes with him as you gave a few slow, languid licks then kissed the flesh. You could've sworn his eyes flashed before you.

You then took him into your mouth, swirling your tongue. You wanted to drive him crazy. but you also enjoyed every moment.

Rohan is breathtaking up close. Like this.

From his angular sharp features that should be plastered on every magazine across the globe, his toned abdominals and arms, his sea green orbs that were usually so stormy but every now and then shimmered like galaxies.

And to have him at your mercy, chest rising and groaning you were pretty proud of yourself.

"I'm..." He heaved out.

You slowly pulled yourself off of his length and gazed at him.

"Do you wanna finish in my mouth?" You asked.

He shook his head as he propped himself up with his elbows. His hand reached out to undo the front clasp of your bra.

He cupped your right breast and your eyes widened.

It didn't take a genius to guess what he wanted.

Nonetheless, you obliged and soon enough the milky, white fluid began to ooze onto your boobs.

He threw his head back in relief as he breathed out heavily.

"Lick it." He said hoarsely, returning to his ordinary self.

"Huh?"

"I said lick my cum. I want you to do it in front of me." He ordered.

On your knees, you scooped the remnants with your forefinger and middle finger, bringing it towards your tongue as you looked at him through your eyelashes.

"Who would've thought you were this lewd?" He snickered as he shook his head. "Make sure you don't leave a drop."

You nodded as you sucked what you gathered clean.

He cleared his throat.

"Hmph. Well it wouldn't be fair if I didn't reciprocate." He said as he pulled his top over his head and threw it across the room.

"You don't have to.." You said a little coyly, fingers still in your mouth.

"Nonsense."

Without a beat, he yanked you up from the floor and pushed you onto the bed causing you to squeal.

"...Rohan!"

"More. I want more of you, I want to taste you." He murmured, greedily as he laved kisses across your chest, stomach, abdominals.

He left no place untouched and you swore you were in heaven.

"How obscene are you?" He questioned as he hooked a finger to pull down your underwear. "Absolutely soaked from sucking me off."

"Don't let it get to your head." You huffed.

He alternated between licking, sucking and trailing gentle and soft kisses along your inner thighs which made you by reflex jerk and clamp them around his head.

"...Rohan." You whined as his teeth scraped the sensitive skin.

"Getting ate out by the great Kishibe Rohan, it's erotic isn't it?"

Despite your hazy state, you still pulled a face. How was he still being pretentious during sex of all things?

You pushed yourself up with your elbows and frowned at him.

"Now, now." He taunted. "You're not exactly in a position to catch an attitude are you, Y/N?"

He pulled away from your heat.

"What the hell is your issue?!" You snapped, agitated.

"Say it."

"Say what?!"

"How excited you are for me to go down on you."

"You are unbelievable." You groaned, thumping your head hard onto the pillow.

"I'm waiting."

You slit your eyes at him, then let out a sigh.

"...I am so excited for Kishibe Rohan to go down on me." You said in a monotonous tone.

"Lacking enthusiasm but I suppose it'll do." He remarked, diving between your legs again.

After what seemed like hours, he took a long slow lick at your drenched slit.

You jerked around and he held your hips down onto the mattress as he happily sucked and slurped at your juices.

Your hand clamped over your mouth and tears threatened your waterline as he moaned against your heat. He drove you up the wall.

You cried out his name and he pulled away to look at you, hair sticking to his forehead and lips glossy with your essence.

"Yes, say my name. Keep saying my name like that. Who is making you feel good?" He said, voice thick with lust.

"You...Rohan..." You slurred.

"Your voice...is so lovely.." He murmured. "It makes me want to taste you even more."

The room was filled with a cacophony of the crude sucking and licking sounds, the wet and squelching as he plunged one finger into your plush walls and your whines.

You hoped the walls weren't too thin.

You felt his finger curl upwards and cried out.

"Rohan, please..."

"What do you want from me?" He asked, voice grating. "I want to feel you properly.." You murmured.

"Okay...I will...I'm getting rather lightheaded anyways." He responded, as he retreated from you, sucking his fingers that were covered in the remnants, obnoxiously making sounds.

"Rohan." You scolded as you covered your face with your arm.

"Tasting the fruits of my labor." He said, teasingly.

He readjusted himself, slotting himself between you. Lining himself to enter you. He met your lips sloppily and passionately. His tongue in your mouth, once again.

"Enough of the games now. I don't think I have any more patience left in me. I need to take you, now." He grumbled.

"Now." You echoed.

Your chests heaved. You needed to open a window or something, however the way Rohan had snaked his arms around your waist made it impossible to leave.

You were enjoying the feeling of his lithe figure against your bare skin. Albeit sticky and clammy.

"Rohan, I need to shower.." You trailed off.

He let out a noise against the skin of your chest which made you giggle and jerk at the vibration.

"Your plan worked." He murmured.

"Huh?"

"You wanted me to come to seduce me. Well, congratulations you vixen."

"Rohan, go to hell." You laughed in disbelief. "I did not bring you on this cruise to sleep with you."

"Well why else?!"

"I told you, you jerk! They were gonna take it as disrespect if we didn't haul our asses here!"

You pulled away from his grip and searched for your discarded clothing.

He propped himself on his elbows and gave you a smug smile.

"It's not like I'm not complaining."

"I'm not some creep that needs to lure you somewhere!" You snapped as you stormed off to the bathroom. He laughed to himself in the dark as he shook his head.

author's note: if you read this far, thank you sm and a million kisses for you!! there will be a part two that will make the synopsis make more sense KSKDJSK anyways I published this at like 3am so sorry for any spelling or grammatical mistakes lawl. also sorry about the awkward smut, i'm working on it i promise

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