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nickfowlerrr · 8 months

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can you feel it?

pairing: bucky barnes x curvy!reader (soulmate au)

warnings: really nothing but fluff. mentions of light baking burns. lmk if something needs to be tagged.

words: 2.3k

notes: this is my entry for @lunarbuck’s soulmate challenge. i used the prompt: you cannot feel pain until you meet your soulmate.🩵 and thank you to @dreamlandcreations for beta reading/editing my first draft!

Mmm, you hummed mindlessly.

The sweet, warm aroma of your latest batch of pumpkin chocolate chip cookies swirled through your small bakery, filling your nose and eliciting a smile from you as you walked to the back counter, setting down the hot tray you were holding.

You slid off the oven mit you wore and tossed it carelessly before you spun around to get the last tray of dough in the oven.

Your fingers brushed the hot grate of the oven as you slipped the tray in, and though you couldn’t feel the pain or burn of it, you still mentally chided yourself for not being more careful.

It was mid-September, that time of year when summer was still the season, but fall was all around.

You had been messing with some seasonal recipes for the past few days and had most of your impending fall lineup set. You were going to start slow with the roll out, and today was the first day you’d have these cookies out in the display.

You were a bit overly excited, but you hadn’t been able to shake the feeling that today would be a great day since you’d gotten up. Even Nickie calling to let you know she’d be late for her shift hadn’t dampened your mood.

You sipped from the straw of your cold brew, floating aimlessly around the quaint space while you were waiting for the cookies to cool, the oven to go off, or a customer to walk in. You’d swept the floor and cleaned the counters and tables a good three times now despite their already pristine state. It was a slow day, but you knew not to expect many people until after noon.

You eventually found yourself staring out the large glass window at the front of the shop, looking out onto the picturesque town street, watching the few passersby and the leaves that were blowing around; the branches of the trees that lined the streets swaying gently in the late summer breeze.

You weren’t sure why, but as you stood there gazing out the window, you suddenly found yourself growing eager, a sense of excitement coming over you. You felt like you were waiting for something…someone.

Just as the feelings were put into words in your mind, the ringing of the entrance bell sounded and pulled you from your thoughts. You tutted quietly at yourself before you turned and went to greet whoever it was.

You stopped short on your hello when you saw Nickie pulling off her cardigan.

“Well, look who finally decided to show up,” you said with a teasing smirk and a raised brow.

Nicki smiled guiltily, “Sorry,” she offered through a nervous titter, “Eli’s alarm didn’t go off, so we were both scrambling this morning.”

“Don’t worry about it,” you brushed off her apology, “it’s been pretty quiet so far.”

“It smells amazing in here, did you make the pumpkin cookies?”

“Last batch is in the oven right now,” you nodded with a grin. “There’s some in the display case already, grab one, tell me what you think,” you said, walking over to meet her behind the counter.

You grasped your hands together while you leaned against the side of the register, anxious to get her thoughts.

Nickie grabbed a cookie and just as she was about to take a bite, the bell on the door rang again. You turned, smiling to offer your usual, “Hello, welcome in!”, but your voice caught in your throat when you did, only managing out a half hello.

Your eyes met steel blue as the man who had just entered stalled in his path for a brief second. He blinked then and seemed to correct his posture, clearing his throat, eyes never leaving yours, “Hi,” he offered.

“Welcome in,” you breathed, voice much quieter than you intended it to be.

You couldn't seem to take your eyes off of him as he approached the counter. He was tall, well built with dark hair, and god, those eyes. You could swim in them, they were so blue. He looked effortlessly cool, wearing a dark canvas jacket with the collar popped ever so slightly over a plain charcoal henley, his black jeans and boots completing the outfit as a chain of silver showed a bit from above his shirt collar. The dark color scheme worked well for the weather and for his features. The blue of his eyes even more emphasized by the color of his clothing. His jaw was square and sharp, and the structure of his cheekbones brought attention to the bags under his eyes. But they, along with his five o’clock shadow, only added to his aesthetic. You wondered if he knew that, if he was aware. You’d seen many a man who wore the same style, but it was so clearly put on. This seemed to be very him. Not that you knew him, of course, but still it was evident.

It occurred to you though, as cool as he seemed, there was the tiniest bit of pink coloring his cheeks as he slyly rubbed his neck, before he finally stood before you, that betrayed his air of cool.

Nickie looked between the two of you with a quirked brow as you began taking the man’s order.

Your fingers twiddled over the screen in your nervousness while he looked over the menu, musing aloud before he moved to walk the display case.

“What’s your favorite?” he asked, a wave of self assurance growing over him as he casually shoved his hands in his pockets, turning to watch you as you forced your own hands to still before standing up a bit straighter at the question. It was innocent enough, despite the smoothness of his words and the smile that played on the corner of his lips as he recognized your fidgeting for what it is - your own nerves bounding around you.

“Oh, um,” you took a breath, thinking for a second, “I’m pretty partial to the classics, actually,” you said with a small smile, moving down a bit to be closer to where he stood, a bit of your own self assurance coming over you in turn. “The pink sugar cookie and the chocolate chip are probably the biggest sellers, too. But, in my humble opinion, you really can’t go wrong with whatever you choose.”

He smiled at you as you let your own gaze drift down to the case of treats before you.

“If you want to try anything, we do samples, so-” you were about to start rambling when the oven went off, both of you looking over at the sound.

“I’ll get it,” Nickie called from the small kitchen, just past the back counter, where she had gone to eat her cookie.

You turned back to the man and were met with his eyes already on you, both of your brows raising in quiet surprise. He was closer to you now than he was a moment again, and you tittered. You couldn’t fight the small smile that cracked on your face, and he returned a soft one of his own.

“Did you wanna-” you were cut off by Nickie as she looked around, growing a little frantic.

“Do you know where the oven mit is?”

“Oh, I had it..” you tried to think where it could have landed when you’d tossed it earlier, making a face as you came up empty, moving to search the area with her. “Ahhh. I don’t.. Damn,” you breathed.

You took another quick glance around before you moved to the oven. You really didn’t want them to burn.

“I’ll just grab it really fast,” you told Nickie as you pulled the oven door open.

She cringed at the thought, “I know you can’t feel it, but still, you shouldn’t do that,” she warned.

“I’ll be fine,” you assured her, “I’ll put them down super quick, can you just clear the counter and then we’ll move them to the rack in a minute.”

You could feel the man’s eyes on you still, and as you reached to grab the tray, you turned to speak to him, “Sorry. If you want to try anything, just let me know.”

As you were turning and talking, you blindly grabbed the tray.

It took a second for it to hit you but then all at once you felt the burn.

You quickly let go, pulling your hand back with a harsh gasp before you could get the cookies out. You grasped onto your wrist out of instinct as the pain burned through you.

“Fuck,” you cursed as you gripped your hand.

“Are you okay?” both the man and Nickie asked in unison, watching you with concern.

You flicked your eyes up to the man before looking over at Nickie.

“It.. it hurts,” you said, confused by the fact that you felt it at all, and yet knowing full well what that had to mean.

“Oh,” she breathed in response, her gaze flicking over to the man still standing at the counter, but getting closer, all the while keeping his eyes on you. She blinked, eyes rounding slightly as she looked at you once more, “I’ll get a towel or something.”

She rushed away while you groaned softly. Both at the stinging burn and the fact that your cookies were definitely getting too baked.

“Just grab whatever will work,” you called to her, “they’re gonna burn if we leave them any longer.”

“I can grab them for you,” the man offered as he approached you, coming around the counter to where you were. “I uh, I haven’t met my soulmate, so…” he seemed a little embarrassed by the confession as you stared at him dumbly.

Your mind was racing with all the things you wanted to say to him, but your tongue was refusing to move as you stood there holding your hand.

He stepped closer, and it seemed he was waiting for your permission as he nodded to the oven. You looked at him and then to the tray of cookies waiting to be taken out. You took a step back and gave him room to get to the tray. A part of you wanted to warn him that you’d thought the same thing when you’d grabbed it, only to be proven wrong, but another wanted to confirm that... that it was him.

You watched intently as he reached into the oven. It felt like he was moving in slow motion while you waited for his hand to make contact with the metal tray.

He grasped it and his forehead creased, brows furrowing as he quickly moved from the oven to drop it onto the back counter. You were holding your breath and almost deflated until you realized he was cursing under his when he was holding the tray.

“Shit,” he cursed once more, shaking out his hand, his brows still drawn together. You were staring at him with rounded eyes as you continued clutching your own burn.

You offered him your name and you stepped closer, your voice making him lift his gaze from examining the burn on his hand, up to you.

His brilliant eyes seemed to twinkle in understanding as he met your own. He breathed a smile, mirroring your movements and taking a step to you in turn.

“James. You can call me Bucky,” he simpered.

“Bucky,” you nodded as your lips curled into a soft smile of your own. “Thank you, for saving the cookies,” you offered.

“You’re welcome. Should maybe invest in some more oven mitts, though,” he joked with a mirthful smirk playing on his lips.

“I should,” you agreed with a nod and a light laugh. “Sorry about your hand.. I uhm, I have a first aid kit in the back,” you gestured with your head, “burn cream included.”

“That’d be good,” he said, “and you have nothing to be sorry about, I offered,” he continued, trailing you to the back. Nickie passed you sheepishly, though she gave you a small, knowing smile as she went to watch the front.

You swallowed hard and cleared your throat of your nerves as you worked to collect yourself, gathering your bearings with this turn of events.

“So... Bucky, huh?” you said as you grabbed the stuff you needed from the kit and watched him lean against the empty counter. You walked back over to him as he waited for you.

“Yeah. It’s uh,” he stifled a small hiss as you smeared some ointment onto his burn, gently holding his hand as you did. There was something about the soft touch that you couldn’t quite explain. The way it makes you feel, something you’ve never felt before. It wasn’t like the pain, it was more like a comfort, but still it was new. “It’s usually reserved for friends...family, but I think soulmate fits in there, too,” he smiled charmingly at you before taking the tube of cream from your hand. “Unless you like James more,” he offered, “honestly, I’d probably answer to whatever you wanted to call me,” he flirted easily.

You held your breath at the touch, and let out a soft titter at his words, a spark stemming from his hold as you let him put some ointment on your small burn.

“I think I’ll go with Bucky for now,” you smiled, meeting his brilliant blue gaze.

“So I- I’m not too sure how this goes…” he started, a self-deprecating smile sitting crooked on his lips while he let go of your hand, somewhat reluctantly, once he was done with the cream, setting the tube on the counter before looking back at you, “but I was thinking we could start with dinner.”

There was a twinkle in his eye again, hope shining through, and you were sure your gaze held much the same as you waited for him to ask. “Are you free tonight?”

#bucky barnes x curvy!reader #bucky barnes x reader #bucky x curvy!reader #bucky x reader #bucky barnes fluff #bucky barnes oneshot #bucky barnes fic #soulmate!au #bucky barnes x soulmate!reader

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youunravelme · 2 months

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okay but how does mat propose??? (like a pt. 2 follow up to the wedding cake fic)

omg omg omg a proposal request!! let it be known, i have never been engaged, BUT all my friends got engaged/married last year so i think i'm uniquely qualified (edit: this was started in 2023, you know, when this request was sent. once again, my b). (though this might just turn into my dream proposal bc i'm in love with him).

for those of you who wanna check the part 1 of the wedding cake fic, here it is!

another edit: i wrote this to distract myself from my absolute disdain at scott mayfield.

carry on.

his hands were sweating all day.

which was weird, considering it was february.

but it wasn't weird, given what he had planned. he didn't know if he wanted to scream or throw up. the idea of you becoming his wife surely made him giddy, but it was soured with the slight chance that you might say no. he was supposed to propose before the season started up again, but he was plagued with anxious thoughts.

it's not the right time.

i'm not ready yet.

or the worst one: i don't think i'm that serious about you.

which, in hindsight, wouldn't make sense considering you were already living together and have been for quite some time. you wore his jersey to games, you had conversations about starting a family, you texted his mom and sister more than he did. there was no reason for you to say no.

right?

after he chickened out back in september, mat's new plan was to wait until the bye week to propose. he was going to take you on a vacation to conil de la frontera, spain. he had everything booked and ready.

but then he was drafted for the 2024 all star games.

he could see it in your eyes, you were ecstatic for him to be recognized, but when you took a week and a half off of work, you were planning on packing your bathing suit, not taking a short flight to toronto.

you bore the slight disappointment well, smiling and kissing him and hugging him tightly when he got the news. he beamed when he saw you post about it on your instagram.

he couldn't wait any longer to ask you. your reaction to a change in your vacation plans from something warm to canada in the winter solidified what he was anxious about for months.

you loved him, there as no doubt about it.

you were the most selfless human being he knew.

his teammates had been crucial in the planning process, well, at least their wives were. bo, marty, anders, brock, and clutterbuck had been chirping him since the start of the season when they noticed that your left hand was still devoid of a ring.

"what're you waiting for, barzy?" bo asked after a practice one day. "you found a good one, she'd probably wait forever for you, but why're you making her wait?"

mat shrugged at the time, too embarrassed to admit that despite being one of the best players in the league and having millions to his name, he was terrified that it still wouldn't be enough for you. not that you'd ever demanded more from him, you'd taken him as he was and cheered for him even when he was having the shittiest time of his life.

he could give you the moon and still wouldn't feel like it was enough.

so when mat finally told his teammates about his plan in toronto, they immediately communicated to the wives who were closest to you. sydney, grace, and holly took you out to get your nails done while marty, anders, bo, and mat started researching the most romantic places in toronto on anders' laptop just in case you spontaneously went through mat's search history.

the day was planned, the photographer and necessary tickets were booked, he'd propose at the evergreen brick works after texting auston matthews about cool places to visit while he was in town, (he had to clarify that he didn't care about cool bars, and was looking to bring you along).

you'd been talking nonstop on the plane ride to toronto that you didn't even notice mat was quietly stewing. everything had to be perfect.

it was the very least that you deserved.

the first day in toronto, both of you explored the city by going to coffee shops and restaurants recommended by players and their significant others. when you made it back to your hotel room, your feet were aching.

you fell face first into the bed, whining into the comforter. "my feet hurt," you groaned.

mat laughed from his position leaning against the wall. "i told you to wear better shoes," he said.

"i didn't anticipate you dragging me all over toronto today."

"well, that's what we'll be doing tomorrow too, so prepare yourself."

"mat," you whined, finally flipping over so he could see your pretty face again. you had a cute pout on your lips that he wanted to kiss away. "we're on vacation."

"and you've never been in this city before, you should get to see it." he walked over to where you were and grabbed your hands. "c'mon, let's go take a bath and then we can order room service and spend the rest of the night in bed."

you were quick to agree.

the following day was pretty mundane. but wednesday was the cause of mat's stress.

his phone lit up with texts from his teammates, his parents, liana, tito, and ethan, all wishing him a good luck. the two of you woke up early enough to go to a local cafe and grab breakfast before taking the bus to evergreen brick work.

"you okay?" you asked, placing your hand on his knee to keep it from bouncing anymore.

he thanked whatever possessed him to keep the ring box in his coat pocket on the side that wasn't pressed up against you.

"yeah," he smiled. "just ready to get there."

when the two of you hopped off the bus, you slid your hand into his almost immediately. out of habit, mat tucked you into his side, happy to just have you close. it was a little cold outside, but it was like he couldn't feel it because of your proximity.

"mat!" you tugged on his arm and pointed at one of the signs. "they have ice skating here!" you grinned widely up at him and he couldn't help but smile right back. "we should go!"

"we will," he said. "i wanna do this trail first."

you looked at him funny. "you wanna go on a walk?"

he shrugged, tearing his eyes away from you to focus on the signs in front of him. "auston suggested this place."

"you're asking for a lot of suggestions from auston. it's unlike you..."

"there's no need to be suspcious, babe. i know that you wanted to be in a tropical place for vacation, that was the plan and everything, but since we're here, thought we'd make the most of it."

you scrutinized his face for a moment longer before nodding and pulling yourself closer to him.

after you secured another hot coffee to combat the cold, mat started leading you on the trail. while you were ordering, he was coordinating with the photographer to make sure she was in position.

the trail itself wasn't that long, thankfully because mat couldn't get a word out and if it was any longer, he feared you would've caught on that he was incapable of speaking.

you were still talking about work drama when you got to the lookout point. your voice was taken away by the sight of toronto in the background.

you hadn't always been the most observant person ever, you didn't even know he liked you until he told you verbatim when he couldn't take it anymore.

"oh my god, mat," you gasped. you pointed at the skyline in front of you with the hand that wasn't holding your coffee. "look how pretty it is!"

he swallowed and knelt down on one knee while your back was turned. mat took the ring box out of his jacket pocket, doing his best not to drop it despite how much his hands were shaking.

"have you ever seen anything that--" you whipped back around to look for him. he watched as confusion filled your face when you didn't see him standing behind you, but kneeling in front of you.

"oh my god," you whispered, dropping your coffee on the ground so you could cover your mouth with both hands. "mat what--"

"i love you," he said. "i love the way you squeal at every cute baby that comes across your for you page or the way you cry at the drop of a hat. i love how you celebrate everyone around you. you are the brightest thing in my life and if i quit my job tomorrow, i know my life would still be fucking amazing because i'd have you.

"i know that my schedule is hectic, and you could probably find a man better than me, who was more consistent, who wasn't going to play games or have practices on your birthday, who could take you out of the country for a vacation to somewhere warm instead of dragging you with me to an all star game. but i promise you, i will do whatever it takes to give you the best life possible if you'd let me. i wanna grow old and crinkly with you, i want our kids to have the same last name as both of us. i want to be able to point you out in crowds and tell strangers that i somehow managed to convince you to marry me.

"i have never been more terrified in my life than i am right now," he admitted. "but i have never been more certain of anything i want more in my life than you. so will you have me? will you marry me?"

in the middle of his speech, mat didn't realize when he'd started crying, didn't even notice that you were all but sobbing. he just recognized the scent of your perfume when you lunged towards him and kissed him hard on the mouth, your tears mixing with his.

"yes," you mumbled into his mouth. "oh my god, yes."

mat let out a watery laugh and managed to slip the ring on your finger even though his hands were shaking. you pulled him up to stand and immediately wrapped your arms around his neck to pull him close.

you were sniffling as he pulled you in for another kiss.

"i love you,' he whispered against your lips.

"love you more," you smiled back.

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morningberriesao3 · 3 months

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As Sneaky Link comes to an end, it just means that I’ll get to work on some other fun projects that have been in my drafts for (literally) a year and a half.

The next multi chapter I’m working on is set back in the 80s. Only this time, it’s not Steve who spirals about his sexuality.

Eddie is straight—he’s just never met the right girl to feel that spark. But Steve over the last years has had a secret that he’s told no one. Not even Robin.

Until Eddie walks in on him in a very compromising position. With another man.

I started this fic as something we hardly see in the Steddie fandom—and that’s Steve being the certified queer, and Eddie having a full blown crisis as he figures himself out.

As promised, below the cut is the first 2.4K words of chapter 1, and in February it’ll be posted in its entirety on my ao3: morningberries

Enjoy 🥹

It was a chilly day in early September—the wind carrying half-brown leaves through the air in swirling patterns that looked like mini tornados. Eddie stared at them from his trailer’s living room window as Wayne’s truck disappeared beyond the bend in the road.

Another weekend alone as his uncle worked a double shift.

It’s not that Eddie didn’t have friends. There was Gareth and Jeff and Grant—the members from his beloved band Corroded Coffin—but he knew Jeff was on vacation with his parents before college started and Grant was working with his dad in the garage on that ’69 Mustang they picked up from the scrapyard over the summer. Gareth, although in Hawkins, had landed himself a hot new girlfriend and spent every waking moment with her.

Eddie couldn’t really blame him, even though he didn’t really get it.

It had been the same thing his whole life, if he was being honest with himself. Since middle school, he’d watch his friends start dating whatever chick they had a crush on, listen to them start yammering about how gorgeous she was or how cool or how smart. How she made them get butterflies in their stomachs, whatever the fuck that meant.

Yeah, cool.

Eddie had dated girls—some pretty cute ones at that. There was Sam, who he dated his second senior year, and they’d gotten along really well. She was what Eddie thought should probably be his type—dark hair, a lip ring, wore lipstick in blacks and unearthly blues. She was even in Hellfire Club and honestly kicked ass at it. Objectively, on paper, she was everything he wanted.

Except he didn’t feel it. Whatever it was. The fucking butterflies, or whatever.

When they broke up, it hadn’t really been the end of the world. He mourned their friendship more than the sexual aspect of their relationship, because Sam had been awesome to hang out with and smoke with and laugh with.

Gareth hadn’t believed Eddie when he said he was fine—took a solid 4 months before Gare actually accepted that Eddie’s heart wasn’t shattered.

Eddie cared more about… God, like, anything but dating. Like D&D, and his friends, and his guitar, and Metallica’s newest album, and making his fucking bed in the morning, and even his therapist. He knew it didn’t really help him look normal to be a twenty-year-old man who couldn’t care less about pursuing girls, but whatever. He was King Freak, after all.

When he met Chrissy six months ago, he thought for a moment that he might be able to convince himself to have a crush on her. It should be easy; a small, thin, blonde, pretty cheerleader is everyone’s type. Maybe he’d just been chasing after the wrong girls. But what he felt on the drive to his trailer with Chrissy in his front seat, as she timidly told him she thought he was kind and funny, was, again… not the fireworks he expected from all the stories of love at first sight.

And then she’d died, which vastly overshadowed Eddie’s worry that there might be something wrong with him for not developing feelings. He talked about both things in his weekly government mandated therapy sessions. But mostly about her death.

The doctor had told Eddie it wasn’t uncommon to have an aversion to romantic or sexual relationships after experiencing trauma. Eddie didn’t really bother to elaborate that it had started long before said trauma. But whatever.

He digressed.

Gareth had a girlfriend, and they spent their time making out and—apparently now—doing hands and mouth stuff. At least, that’s what Gareth had been bragging about at their last band practice. And, according to him, they were probably going to fuck on this weekend that Eddie was once again alone, so calling Gareth was completely off the table.

He sighed, standing from his uncle’s withered brown couch to walk the ten steps to his bedroom. He plucked his guitar from her hook on the wall, strummed a few chords without bothering to plug her in. If he was really going to talk about trauma responses and aversions, he might as well start with the one he developed for playing his guitar after the epic battle in the Upside Down.

Since the day he nearly bled out on the gravel outside of his trailer (that wasn’t really his trailer, because apparently alternate dimensions are, like, actually a thing), he hadn’t really been able to play anymore. It wasn’t some dramatic thing, like getting wild flashbacks of battling massive fucking hell-bats, or getting feasted on by their fang-filled mouths, or Dustin crying over him, or what if felt like when he literally died for four minutes before he was defibrillated. It was just this soft, but uncomfortable, feeling in his stomach, accompanied by massive brain fog, and a general lack of motivation to learn anything new.

He hung the guitar back where it belonged, in front of his mirror. The reflection that looked back at him looked… well, goddamn bored, for one. And a little anxious. And like he should probably try to reach out to some of his other friends.

There had been some silver linings to the whole everything-he’s-ever-known-about-the-world-has-been-a-lie thing. He did, now, have other friends. Dustin, for one, would hang out with him on days that weren’t D&D related. Although, Eddie was sure that a lot of that was because he had a working vehicle that could tow him around to the arcade, or the diner (where Eddie paid for Dustin’s meals, obviously), or the video store.

Eddie didn’t mind crashing Family Video, because more often than not, it meant he could visit his new age-appropriate friend.

Robin and Eddie had become attached at the hip, honestly. Best friends. Trauma bonded, or something. Or maybe it had more to do with the fact that they were both losers, and somehow both smart and dumb at the same time. They also both talked a lot, and got excited over weird shit, and liked to rag on Dustin. So Eddie really took a liking to Robin.

And here was something that he’d been thinking about for the last few weeks.

Maybe he had a crush on her? It didn’t really sound right, but he did get excited when he got to see her, and his heartrate sometimes sped up when he went to family video and he first laid eyes on her talking to Steve, and maybe there was also a tinge of jealousy that settled in the pit of his stomach when he thought of how close they were. That had to mean something—meant something more than anything else he’d ever felt before.

He knew if Steve and Robin were going to get together, it more than likely would have already happened. But the thought still nagged on him a bit. He wouldn’t like it, and he couldn’t really put his finger on why. Having a crush on Robin was the only feasible explanation, really.

It was either that, or perhaps it was because Eddie was convinced that Steve hated him for some unknown reason.

Eddie tried to become friends with Steve during the aftermath of the Upside Down, and for a while it seemed like it was working. It seemed like Steve actually enjoyed Eddie’s company.

They’d hang out first with Rob, or Dustin. And then just by themselves. Steve even came to smoke up at the trailer once or twice, ended up crashing on Eddie’s couch. Steve used to smile at him, and nudge him in the shoulders like they were sharing some inside joke, or sling his arm around Eddie casually like they’d known each other for ages.

It always made Eddie feel like he was buzzing, like there was some sort of weight in his chest that spasmed and choked him. His therapist had said that it was probably some sort of satiation for his inner child, finally being accepted by someone who was deemed popular. Eddie hadn’t ever thought he cared about shit like that, but the subconscious was a mysterious place, he was coming to learn. Definitely explained the attachment he felt for Steve those first few months out of the hospital; the absolute giddiness he felt when they got to hang out.

But that was at the beginning. The start of July was when Eddie noticed Steve acting different towards him. Avoiding touch, and then eye contact, and then Eddie’s calls, and finally, just Eddie altogether.

The pit Eddie had felt in his stomach from losing Steve’s affection had been awful. He really thought they were becoming close, really thought it was the start of something. A really great friendship.

But Steve peaced out as quickly as he bonded with Eddie, apparently deciding now that they were back in the real world, they couldn’t really mingle anymore.

The bond they formed in the Upside Down was acceptable when they were actively monster hunting, but Eddie supposed now that things had somewhat calmed, reality started to crash into focus. Steve was still a jock; Eddie was still a freak. Therefore, no more sitting across from each other at Benny’s Diner.

That was Eddie’s theory, at least. When he’d ask Robin about it, she’d just shrugged her shoulders and said, “He hasn’t spoken badly about you. Like, at all. Seems like he likes you to me.”

Then, as if to prove his point, Steve would go all red when Eddie would stop by his work and go hide in the back room until the kids picked whatever Sci-Fi movie and piled back in Eddie’s van.

Whatever. It didn’t matter.

Eddie survived sans Steve before the Upside Down, he’d survive without him now.

He picked up the phone and dialed Robin’s number.

“Hello?”

“Rob,” Eddie greeted, a smile already forming on his face from hearing her raspy voice. “What are you up to?”

He could hear a snort from the other end of the line. He knew she was rolling her eyes. “On a Friday afternoon at five PM? Absolutely nothing, of course.”

“Is that sarcasm?”

“Did it sound like sarcasm?”

“I’ll be honest with you,” he said, tucking the phone against his shoulder as he poured himself a mug of old drip coffee from this morning, “it very much did.”

“You’re getting better at social cues!” she mockingly praised.

“Watch it, Bucky. Don’t get too comfortable hiding behind that phone.”

“You’ll forget before the next time we see each other. I’m not too worried.”

Eddie sighed for what felt like the hundredth time since his uncle left the trailer. “Does that mean you can’t hang?”

The line crackled as Robin moved through her living room. Eddie could imagine her flopping on the couch, getting comfortable, her green phone glued to her ear with a big bowl of popcorn settled in her lap. “Noooott necessarily,” she drawled out. “Although, I know you’re not exactly fond of parties.”

Eddie furrowed his brow as he slid his mug onto the new microwave’s glass plate. He’d gotten it for Wayne’s birthday with some of the hush money the government had… well, hushed him with. Eddie had promised to keep his lips sealed when they flashed him the size of the cheque. Not like he had many people to tell, anyway.

“You’re going to a party?”

“Yeah,” she said, sounding surprised. “Steve’s party? For his twentieth?”

Eddie’s stomach dropped. “Steve’s having a party for his birthday?”

As far as he’d known, Steve said he was doing a quiet thing with his parents and his aunt that he didn’t even want to attend, and that was that. He’d just shrugged when Eddie pressed about celebrating with his friends, muttering something about it feeling weird to celebrate after everything that went down earlier in the year.

Which had been fair enough.

But now it was abundantly clear that Steve had been lying to Eddie. To keep him away.

“Uh, of course he is, Doofus. He told me you said you couldn’t come?”

Eddie, for some wild reason, felt his eyes pricking with tears. Out of anger or betrayal or confusion, he wasn’t really sure. It was dumb; he was tough, and he didn’t cry when jocks hated him ever before. So he swallowed them back down.

“Guess my plans changed,” he said, venom seeping into his tone. Fuck Steve and his master plan to keep Eddie from attending his dumb house party. “I’m coming.”

It seemed that Robin was totally oblivious to his anger as she squealed excitedly from the other end of the line. “Yay! Will you come pick me up then? It would be so much cooler to show up with a friend than have my mom drop me off in front of all the former popular kids of Hawkins High.”

“Why do you care about that shit?” Eddie asked, even though he knew it was hypocritical of him.

“Look, I know you’re totally unaffected by the social hierarchy, Eddie, but I’m unashamed to admit that it’ll feel kind of amazing to debut myself as Steve’s best friend, you know? And I’d rather do it in your shitty van than have my mother yelling that she loves me from the open window of her Honda Civic.”

“Don’t call ol’ Heffer shitty,” Eddie sulked. “It’s not good to bite the hand that feeds you. Or something like that.”

Eddie ignored that it didn’t feel great when Robin said she was Steve’s best friend. That heavy shadow of jealousy weighed down on him. He was unclear whether it was because he was jealous of Steve or Robin.

“Whatever,” Robin said, her voice laced with yet another eyeroll. “Pick me up at seven-thirty?”

Eddie nodded, his face still pulled into a scowl. When he realised Robin couldn’t see him, he shook his muddled brain and mumbled, “Uh—yeah. Seven-thirty. See you then.”

“Cool. See you soon, Doofus,” Robin sang. And then the line went dead.

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curseofhecate · 6 months

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My heart wont start anymore, for you

Sirius Black x fem!reader

She was in love with him. He never felt the same

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tw: mention of Y/n, slight swearing

This has been in my drafts since August. The ending is sloppy.

It had been going on for years now. Ever since she'd first saw him, that September 1st on platform 9¾, she'd only ever had eyes for him.

Stolen glances, innocent brushes of her hand against his, so many signs and yet he never picked up any of them.

Sirius Black was too focused on other girls to notice his best friend pinning after him, even now, after all these years. And yet her feelings never changed.

"So, who's that?" James teasingly asked the black haired boy, glancing towards a ravenclaw girl in their year, who was practically eyefucking Sirius from across the room.

"Jessica Monroe" Sirius smirked, then continued eating his breakfast. "Dude, that's like, the 3rd one this month" Remus pointed out.

"It's not my fault the ladies can't resist me"

"And as it seems, neither can you" Peter chimed in. "At least n/n here hasn't fallen for your charms yet" James joked, eyes set on the only girl in their friend group.

"As if!" She laughed, trying to cover up the rosy color of her cheeks.

Little did James know how wrong he had been.

It wasn’t until two weeks later when things really started going downhill. She had just returned from her perfect's duties when she found Sirius waiting for her in the common room. It was well past midnight and everyone had retired to their dorms long ago.

"Finally, I've been waiting for you for hours" the boy jumped up from his spot on the couch once he saw her. She stared at him confused. He gently grabbed her wrist and dragged her to sit beside him as he plopped himself on the couch.

"What are you even doing down here at this time?"

Sirius ignored her question. "I need to talk to you."

"Well, couldn't it wait until the morning? I'm exhausted" She groaned, leaning her head back on the couch.

He ignored her again.

"I realized something."

His words had her sitting straighter in mere seconds.

Had he finally figured out her feelings for him?

She wasn’t exactly subtle about them either.

He must know.

Sirius looked at her. Whatever it was she was suspecting at that moment could have never even come close to what was yet to come.

"I've been sleeping with Thalia" he breathed out.

It wasn’t unusual for Sirius to sleep with different girls then dump them within the course of the next week. Most of the time he didn’t even mention who it was he was having sex with, so why would bringing her up now?

"Okay?"

She finally said not knowing how else to respond.

"The thing is, I want us to be more. As in, I actually have feelings for her. She makes me the happiest just by smiling at me. So much that makes me want to stay by her side until the end of my days."

"I guess what I'm trying to say is that I'm in love with her. Hopelessly and utterly in love."

And it was in that moment when the little candle of hope she had burned out.

The thing was, that even if Sirius was with other girls, it never lasted long simply because he had never loved any of them. The flame was just weaker, flickering.

And now there he was, talking about how he couldn't imagine a world without the blonde Gryffindor, going as far as to admit being in love with her. There was no candle anymore, only a paddle of melted wax where it once had been.

The girl in front of him, blinked back tears as she shook her head. "I want her to ask her on a date '' Sirius continued.

"But when I do, I want it to be perfect. This is where I need your help. You know her better than me, you can tell me what she likes, for example which kind of flowers does she like the most? And what’s her favorite color? Does she prefer a picnic by the black lake or stargazing at the astronomy tower?" the boy continued rambling until the Y/n stopped him.

And as much as it hurt her to do so, she did value his happiness more than hers. In the end she agreed to help him.

It had been three weeks since Sirius and Thalia started dating. And it was safe to say they were stuck to the honeymoon phase.

The two couldn't keep their hands off of each other. They were always touching somehow and every chance they got to kiss, they did. They'd go on dates every other day and more often than not they slept in each other's bed, at the point where Remus had started complaining that she was practically living in their dorm.

Not to mention that they were always together. And when they weren't, which was a rare occurrence, all Sirius could do was talk about her.

She didn’t blame him. Thalia was a girl made out of angel dust, the prettiest and kindest one could ever be. She had to be the sweetest thing to ever walk on this earth.

Yet Y/n couldn’t help but envy her. The blonde was everything she wasn’t.

Once the two reached their one month anniversary it had started to become frustrating. And the closer the couple grew, the further the two friends slipped apart.

Sirius didn’t know what had happened between them. One second she was there, the other one she was gone, completely out of sight. It seemed to him that earth might as well have swallowed her whole and left no trace behind.

In the months following Sirius and Thalia getting together, Y/n had avoided him at any and every cost. She still hung out with the rest of the marauders, they were her best friends after all just not when Sirius was around.

Instead she’d now hang out more with Lily, Marlene and Mary, the three growing closer ever since she started sitting with them at dinner. She’d joke about how her and Marlene were practically married at this point and she’d even had made friends with Regulus (or something along those lines) after finding him up at the astronomy tower.

To say things had changed was an understatement.

It was a slow progress too. Yet Sirius failed to notice it. Until now.

Him and Thalia had had their first argument the night before. It was unusual for the two to fight at all, much less not be on talking terms. Sirius needed to talk to his best friend but how could he do that when she was nowhere to be found.

It was in the common room, well after dinner when Sirius managed to spot her. She was sitting next to Peter, helping him with his potion’s essay.

“Hey” he greeted taking a seat opposite her. She muttered a quiet ‘hi’ back but didn’t look up.

He sat in silence for a little while, waiting for them to finish. When he finally decided he couldn't wait anymore, he cleared his throat. The two looked up at him confused. “Anything you need Sirius?” she asked, rather coldly.

He wasn’t used to her calling him by his first name. It was either Siri or pads and sometimes ‘my star’ but never just plain Sirius. “Yes, actually. I need to talk to you.”

“Well can’t it wait. I have to help Pete with this and then I promised Lily I would put her hair into French braids” she said, trying to make up a lie to avoid him. She didn’t even know how to do French braids.

“It won’t take long, I promise”

“Fine,” She sighed. “What do you want to talk about?”

“Not here” he said, motioning for her to get up before doing so himself. He guided her upstairs to his and the boy’s dorm room. It had been a while since she’d last been there. And yet nothing had changed.

“What is going on with you?” Sirius asked after shutting the door closed and turning to her.

“What? Nothing. Everything is perfectly normal” the girl shrugged trying to play it off.

“Except it isn’t. You are never around anymore.We never talk anymore, you don’t even sit with us in the dining hall. I haven’t seen you since the last full moon and even then you didn’t talk to me. You were my best friend. Us against the world, remember? What the hell happened to us? What the hell happened to you n/n'' The more he spoke the more his voice rose.

“No” she shook her head.

“What do you mean no?” He asked, frustrated.

“Sirius, you were the one who started pulling away. After you got with Thalia you were always with her. And when you weren’t it was your main, not to say only, topic of discussion.”

“That’s not true” he argued.

“Yes it is! Tell me Sirius had you even realized I wasn’t around you as much before today?” she defended.

She was right. He hadn’t.

“And you know what’s worse? I was in love with you. I have been in love with you since the first day on the train.”

She has done it now.

“Do you even know how fucking hard it is? Listening to someone you love constantly about someone else?”

Silence. She hadn't intended to say this but she couldn't have controlled it. She had finally reached her limit.

Sirius looked down at the floor. He hadn't expected to hear such words from her yet he felt extremely guilty.

This was it. Her entire world came crumbling down and it was clear that whatever hope she had for salvaging their friendship was now gone. She had ruined it.

She looked up. Sirius' gaze was still pinned to the floor. It hurt her that he wouldn't even look at her.

She left the room slamming the door shut behind her. There were too many unanswered questions, more than before. There was confusion and then there were mixed feelings. It seemed that nothing was certain anymore.

And in that moment her heart stopped. And she knew, her heart wouldn't start anymore, at least not for him.

#the marauders era #sirius black x reader #curseofhecate

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hoonieswhore · 6 months

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Do Revenge.

Synopsis: Last year you scared your boyfriend for Halloween and that night, he swore that he'd get his revenge on the next Halloween night. Now, dressed as Ghost Face, he decided to scare you and fulfill one of your dirtiest fantasies.

+18. Contains smut. MINORS DO NOT INTERACT OR YOU'RE GETTING BLOCKED.

Word count: 4,5k

Warnings: Smut. Roleplay. Knife play. Oral sex. Fingering. Dirty talk. Daddy kink. Unprotected sex (don't do it irl). Breeding kink. Cum play. Edging. Overstimulation. Finger sucking. Choking. Dacryphilia. Spit. Scratching. Manhandling. Strength kink. Degradation. Slight pet play. Cum eating. Praise kink.

Happy Halloween everyone, hope you like this GhostFace!Hoon fic that's been in my drafts since September🫶

“Wait!” your boyfriend exclaimed. “Check this out,” his hand slipped in the bag, pulling out a mask. “Cool costume, huh?” He smirked, fangs on full display as his eyebrows went up and down.

“Ghostface?” You frowned, a faint smile appearing on your face, “I thought you hated scary movies.”

“Well, I do…” He blushed, shrugging as he shoved the mask into the bag again. “But you love the Scream movies.” The boy leaned closer to whisper in your ear. “And I know about your dirty little fantasy.” His hand found a comfortable place on your waist as he pulled you closer to his figure. “So I thought we could play a little before I wear it at Jake's Halloween party~”

Your boyfriend was open to a lot when it came to sex. You both tried a lot of things and found out that you both were into roleplay, so he thought that it would be fun to cosplay as the villain of one of your favourite sagas.

“Wanna play psycho killer?” you teased him, earning an eager nod from the taller boy. “Can I be the helpless victim?”

“Fuck yeah, I'd love that so much, kitten.” He leaned down, crashing his lips against yours as you giggled against his mouth before kissing him back. After a few minutes, you pulled away, the boy's lips following yours as he tried to kiss you again.

“Stop~ we need to go baby, we promised Jay that we'd help him to move out.” You said, earning a sigh from your boyfriend as he pulled away from your embrace. He begrudgingly left the bag with the costume on the couch before he made his way back to you, wrapping his arm around your waist.

“Let's go baby girl… At this point, he should pay us for helping him.” He said, walking towards the door as you followed his steps, laughing at your boyfriend sulking before you headed to Jay's apartment.

Five days have passed since Sunghoon got his costume for Halloween. The real reason behind getting that costume was actually revenge. Last year, on Halloween night, you decided to scare him, dressing up as a ghost. It was an innocent scare but he was such a scaredy cat that he actually got mad at you for a few hours until you showered him in hugs and kisses. In your defense, you didn't expect him to get so scared at your little prank. Now, it was time for payback and he had the perfect idea.

It was late at night, your boyfriend was at your friend's house playing video games or at least, that's what you thought. You were in the kitchen, making some popcorn as you got ready to watch a movie. Standing on your tiptoes, you grabbed a glass from the cupboard, setting it on the counter. You walked towards the fridge, grabbing the bottle of soda before you went back to your previous spot, opening the cap and pouring the dark bubbly liquid into the glass. You closed the lid again, ready to take it back to its place until your phone caught your attention. The screen went completely white, the letters spelling your boyfriend's name as it slightly moved on the counter due to its vibration.

You smiled, your hands left the bottle, instantly reaching your phone as you picked it up. “Hey, how's it going?” you talked, waiting for his answer but it never came, you could only hear someone's breathing for a few seconds. “Sunghoon, come on.” You rolled your eyes, the person at the other side of the phone kept breathing. “Answer me or I'll hang up.”

“Do not hang up the phone or you'll pay for it.” A deep and strange voice talked back, making you frown. “Now tell me, pretty girl, what's your favourite scary movie?” You pulled the phone away from your ear, checking the name on the screen again to make sure that it was your boyfriend. Completely dumbfounded, you took the phone back to your ear before you spoke.

“Who is this?” you asked, clearly confused about the situation but you were getting slightly scared as you felt someone watching you, the same feeling that you've been having since Sunghoon left the house.

“Just someone,” the voice replied, “tell me, do you have a boyfriend? You look too pretty to be single.” That phrase sent shivers down your spine. “Especially in that oversized black shirt, I like the butterfly on it.” You gulped, looking down at your shirt as you started to wonder how they knew.

“Listen, creep, leave my boyfriend's phone right now and stop fucking talking to me.” You said angrily before hanging up. You quickly pocketed your phone and took the bottle back to the fridge. You grabbed the popcorn and the glass, making your way towards the living room and setting everything on the coffee table as you sat on the couch. You reached the remote, turned on the TV and looked for a good movie as you tried to forget about the call, thinking that it was just probably one of the boys messing with you.

You took your phone out of your pocket, looking for the movie list that you saved before you got another call from your boyfriend.

“Listen, if you're not Sunghoon, don't fucking bother me.” You angrily said as soon as you picked up.

“Baby? Just wanted to check up on you,” he said, little did you know that he was trying to hold his laugh as he felt proud that his prank was working. Your boyfriend was a good actor. He knew that you wouldn't buy it if he didn't actually speak to you. “Everything okay, my love?”

“Y-yeah, just… did the boys take your phone by any chance?” You asked, starting to get actually worried about the call. If he had his phone, then why did you see his name on the screen when the creep called?

“Nope, it's been inside my pocket since I came here,” his words felt like a bucket of cold water falling on your back, sending shivers to your spine as you gulped. “Why are you asking, baby?”

“I-i-” you nervously stuttered, “nothing, must've been a glitch and a prankster…” Sunghoon smirked, noticing the fear in your voice as you tried to convince yourself. In fact, he never left the apartment, he was in the house, hiding in your shared bathroom. He knew you wouldn't check there since he told you that the door handle was broken and the locksmith was unavailable until Monday, which was obviously a lie.

“Are you sure, angel?” he inquired, checking himself on the mirror as he fixed the black robe of his costume, getting ready for the show.

“Yeah, hope you have fun with the boys! Bye my love.” You said, hearing a goodbye from him before you hung up. You took a deep breath, trying to forget the creep's voice talking about your current outfit. You tried to focus on picking a movie until you heard a noise coming from your bedroom. At first, you thought that it was your cat but she was peacefully sleeping on her bed, right under the TV.

Sunghoon licked his lips excitedly, ready for his little prank as he put the mask on. “It's showtime,” he said, turning on the voice modulator before he called you again.

“Do you miss me that much?” you teased him, ready to hear a yes when you heard something that you really didn't want to hear anymore.

“Aw, I thought you were the one who missed me,” the strange voice again. “I could probably visit you now since you're alone…” He opened the door, kicking it on purpose so you could hear the loud noise. The loud thud makes you get up from the couch.

“What the fuck do you want?” You asked, looking towards your bedroom before you looked at the kitchen.

“I just wanted to visit you~ I'm pretty sure you heard me.” He walked down the hall, crouching as he sneaked into the kitchen, watching your moves carefully as you made your way there. If there was someone in your house, you were going to show them that you weren't a damsel in distress. He was on the opposite side, hiding behind the island. He shut up, letting you hear his breathing as you opened a drawer, pulling out a knife.

“Where the fuck are you? Come out if you're that brave, fucking asshole.” You threatened as Sunghoon sneaked around the kitchen island, he took a glimpse of you, smiling at himself when he saw that you were looking at the other side. You took a step forward and he took his opportunity, getting up and standing behind you. “Where the fuck-” you couldn't finish the sentence as you felt a strong arm around your waist and a hand on your wrist, squeezing it and making you drop the knife on the counter. “Let me go!” You hit the masked man with your free hand, accidentally breaking his voice modulator as you squirmed, trying to escape from him.

“Hey- hey!” you recognized that voice, that voice that made you writhe and melt. You instantly stopped moving, recognizing his natural smell with a hint of his expensive perfume. You looked at your side, his veiny hand and slender elegant fingers along with his pretty nails, it was all familiar. “It's just me, okay?” He made you turn around, keeping his arm around your waist as his other hand pulled the mask up, letting you see his face.

“Sunghoon?” You asked, blinking a few times before you frowned, hitting his chest and shoulder. “You're an idiot, what if there was an actual creep or killer here?” You spat angrily, making him smirk.

“Did my baby girl get scared over a villain that she doesn't find scary?” He teased, making you pout.

“You know it's not the same in real life,” you said, hitting his chest once again before you sighed.

“I'm sorry my love, I just wanted some revenge for your little joke from last year.” He explained, leaning closer to press a soft kiss on your cheek.

“You're such an idiot,” you hit his biceps, making him laugh as he guided you backwards, caging you between his tall frame and the counter.

“I'm sorry angel, let me make it up to you,” he leaned forward, pressing a peck to your lips. “Let me fulfill your dirty fantasy~” he cooed, lips brushing against yours before he crashed them against yours in a passionate and steamy kiss.

You kissed him back, settling your hands on his strong chest as he pressed you against the counter, his member growing in his pants as he started grinding against you. His tongue poking at your bottom lip, quietly asking you for permission. You parted your lips, letting him slide his tongue in your mouth as your tongue found his, dancing together in a perfect rhythm.

After a good makeout session, you felt your pussy dripping with arousal as his cock was now completely hard. He bit down on your lip, tugging on it gently before he pulled away, panting as you both tried to catch your breath.

“Here's what we'll do, you're gonna go to our bedroom and wait for me,” he mumbled, his lips brushing against yours with every word.

“What if I don't want to?” You asked, smirking at him as you watched his Adam's apple going up and down. Sunghoon's hand leaving your waist as he reached the knife behind you, placing the sharp and cold blade against your neck. “Please don't kill me, Mr GhostFace~" You pout at him, “if I let you fuck my tight pussy, will you let me live, please?”

His other hand went up, tugging on the mask to pull it down again, covering his face. “I'll let you live tonight… I must warn you, I like to be rough with pretty girls like you.” He says, tilting his head. “But don't worry princess, daddy will take good care of you~” he bit his lip under the mask, the hand that gripped your waist went up to your face, three of his long digits tapping your bottom lip, you knew what he wanted. You parted your lips for him, gaze fixed on his mask as he shoved his fingers in your mouth. You quickly started sucking on them, moving your tongue around his fingers and making sure that they were covered in your spit.

Sunghoon pushed his fingers deeper into your mouth, making you choke on them as your eyes got teary. A beautiful sight if you asked him. You kept sucking on them, leaving them all nice and wet before he pulled them out of your mouth. The sharp blade left your neck as he dragged the point of the knife down your body until he reached your crotch. The boy pulled your shirt up, admiring the cute panties that you wore as he chuckled.

“Nothing but this?” he snickered, his free hand going down as well before he slid his pinky under the fabric, pulling it away from your cunt. “We don't need it~” he said, sliding the knife between the fabric and your skin. The dull part making contact with your soft skin made you whimper from its coldness before he cut the panties, repeating the same action at the other side of your underwear letting it fall on the kitchen floor.

His fingers traveled to your pussy, playing with your wet folds teasingly and making you moan. His index and middle finger circling your clit slowly as the blade went back to your throat. After a few minutes, he pushed one of his digits inside you, starting to thrust into you at a slow pace.

“F-fuck, feels so good daddy!” you moaned as Sunghoon slowed down, adding a second finger, making you clench around his digits. It doesn't matter how many times he fucked you with his fingers and his thick cock, he always prepped you, except when you acted like a brat.

“I wonder how you'll take my cock if you're already clenching like this, slut,” he teased you, shoving a third finger inside you as his pace got faster and rougher. His fingers hit your sweet spot as his thumb rubbed your clit. You moaned louder as you threw your head back, already feeling your orgasm approaching. Sunghoon knew your body, the way your legs trembled while your eyes rolled back, along with the way that your moans suddenly turned into whimpers, he knew that you were close.

He grinned under his mask, pulling his fingers out of you and earning a loud whine from you before you complained. “No, no, please, let me cum,” you begged but he only pressed the sharp blade against your throat again, making you shut up.

“You're not cumming yet,” he said, grabbing a fistful of your hair as he pushed you down to kneel on the floor, keeping the blade on your neck. “Make me cum, whore.” He ordered, opening his robe and letting you see his boxers. You licked your lips as you saw the outline of his big dick hard as a rock, a stain of precum on the fabric of his boxers, making your mouth water.

Your boyfriend tugged on your hair, pushing your face against his crotch until your face was touching the fabric, your cheek hitting the cold and sticky wet patch on his underwear as his cock twitched. He let out a groan as he felt your lips kissing his clothed shaft. You gulped, pulling away from him, shaky small hands tugging on the hem of his underwear as you pulled it down, freeing his dick.

His eyes fixed on you as he watched you through the mask. You spat on his cock, wrapping your fingers around his shaft to spread it before pumping his dick just the way he liked it. You kissed his tip, licking it teasingly and moaning at the taste of his precum before you started sucking on his tip. Your boyfriend let out a groan as he pressed the blade on your neck.

“Stop fucking teasing,” he deadpanned, you felt your pussy getting wetter at his harsh tone. You obliged, taking him deeper into your mouth, trying your best not to choke as you bobbed your head up and down. The boy threw his head back, enjoying the warmth of your mouth and how it felt around his cock as you sucked him off.

Your head going up and down faster as the boy moaned your name over and over again, thrusting into your mouth sometimes and making you choke on his cock. Tears running down your face as he starts fucking your mouth, his tip hitting the back of your throat with every thrust. His hand pulling your hair as he gets closer to his orgasm.

After a few more thrusts he groaned, pushing your head closer to his body as he came down your throat. You tried to swallow as much as you could as you kept sucking him off through his orgasm.

“Fuck, good girl~” he groaned, his voice deeper than before as he saw his cum dripping down your chin. “Pretty girls are always the messiest~” he shook his head as you pulled away from his cock, looking up at him innocently. His hand released your hair, brushing against your jawline until it reached your chin. He gathered the cum on his fingers, smearing it all over your cheeks and mouth. “So fucking pretty~” He whispered as you got up again.

“Mr Ghost Face~” you pouted, tugging on his robe as you gave him your best puppy eyes. “Can you please fuck me?” You asked him, earning a chuckle from him as he pushed you against the counter, putting the knife against your throat again, leaning closer until your face was an inch away from his.

“Is that why you sucked me off? Just because you want me to fuck you?” He snickered, shaking his head. “You're nothing but a cockslut, aren't you?”

“Yes,” you answered to his question, eagerly nodding. “I'm your cockslut, only yours, daddy.”

Sunghoon bit down on his lip, leaving the knife on the marble counter. He placed his hands on your hips, turning you around quickly and bending you over the counter, making you whine. His cock already hard as he took one of his hands down, grabbing the base of his cock as he pushed his tip inside your hole. You moaned at the stretch, trying to roll your hips back but he tightened his grasp on your hips, keeping you in place.

“Stay still or I won't let you cum.” He threatened, earning a nod from you. He smirked at your reaction, pushing the rest of his length inside you before he started thrusting in a slow pace to let you get used to his size. “Fuck, your pussy is so tight, kitten.”

You let out a moan, enjoying the way his big cock stretched you out so well. After a few thrusts, the pain was replaced by pleasure. “Faster please,” you begged him. Sunghoon obliged, picking up his pace as he grabbed your shirt, tugging on it. The kitchen was now filled with the lewd sounds that fell from your mouth and his, along with the clapping sound of his hips against your ass.

You clenched your walls around his dick, hearing him groan under the mask as he kept his pace, his dick twitching inside you.

“Fuck, I'm not gonna last too long if you keep clenching like that, bitch,” he groaned, thrusting deeper and harder into you. One of his hands moving down to your core, his thumb rubbing your clit in circular motions, making you whine as you felt your orgasm getting closer.

“Fuck, wanna cum!” You exclaimed, feeling your body trembling. “P-please let me cum! I've been so good, please!” You begged him. The boy hovered over your body before he whispered in your ear, “cum for me, slut.” As soon as he pronounced those words, you came around his cock, clenching around him as he kept pounding. Tears rolling down your face from the overstimulation.

“I'm almost there baby, just a bit more,” he kept pounding, his thrusts getting sloppier as he was reaching his high. “Fuck-” he cursed, painting your walls white as he came, emptying his balls inside you and filling you up to the brim as he slowly thrusted. Sunghoon pants, pulling out of you as he moved the mask up, kneeling on the floor before he bit down on his lip. “Holy fuck, look at that pretty pussy~” He smirked, watching his cum oozing out of your cunt.

He placed his hands on the back of your thighs, burying his face into your cunt, lapping at your folds and swallowing the mix of your arousal and his cum. You shivered from the overstimulation as your boyfriend ate you out like a starved man. He shoved his tongue into your hole, cleaning the last drop of cum and swallowing it as he moaned against your core. He got up, licking his lips as he watched your trembling legs, pulling the mask down again to cover his face.

“Already shivering, baby?” He laughed, placing his hands on your waist as he made you turn around, amazed by the image in front of him. Your face was covered in tears and cum but in his eyes you looked beautiful. You wrapped your arms around his neck, his hands went down, stopping at the back of your thighs so he could pick you up.

“That felt so good, Hoonie,” You whispered, staring at the mask in front of you. He smirked under the mask before talking. “Well, you see, kitten…” he made his way towards the bedroom, “I'm not done with you yet.” Once you were inside your shared bedroom, he put you down on your back on the soft mattress, hovering over you.

Your boyfriend ground against your core, his soft dick rubbing between your folds, making you wetter with every move as he started to get hard again. His tip nudged against your clit, making you moan as he tugged on your wrists, pinning them above your head with just one hand.

“You're gonna be a good girl and keep your hands there, am I clear?” He orders, earning a nod from you. “Use your words.” He said in a harsh tone as he sat on his knees, taking off the costume robe. He placed his hand on your hips, aligning his tip with your entrance with his other hand. “Use your fucking words.” He ordered.

“Y-yes daddy! I'll keep them there.” You mumbled with a nod. He smirked, pushing his cock inside you until he was bottoming out. “Good girl,” he whispered before thrusting into you. His thrusts were sharp and hard as he started at a slow pace just to tease you. He looked at you, your pretty face was a mess, lips parted as you moaned his name. Your boyfriend picked up his pace, groaning as your moans got louder.

After a few minutes, he moved his hands to your legs, pulling them up as your ankles rested on his shoulders. His thrusts got deeper as you rolled your eyes back at the new angle, feeling his tip kissing your cervix. His hand traveled down to your clit as he started rubbing it, making you cry as you suddenly creamed his cock without warning. Your walls clenching around his shaft as you came hard. He hovered over you as he kept pounding into you, making you whine from the overstimulation.

“Such a beautiful whore~” he said with a groan. “Listen, since you've been so good, you're allowed to touch me~” In your fucked out state, you wrapped your arms around his waist, hands resting on his strong back before you dug your nails into his skin. He moaned at the sting, rolling his hips against yours.

Sunghoon slowed down a bit, his thrusts were deep and sharp, as he watched you trying to roll your hips to fuck yourself on his cock. He gave a hard thrust to make you stop before he picked up his pace again.

“Are you close, baby?” He asked, earning a whine from you that he took as a yes, knowing that you couldn't even speak from how good he made you feel, but he also knew you were close from how you clenched at his words. “Cum with daddy then~” his thrusts getting sloppier as he approached his own high. However, he kept his pace and after a few deep thrusts, he was cumming inside you again. The warm feeling of his cum painting your walls white triggered your own orgasm as you creamed his cock. A white ring of cum appeared on the base of his cock as he kept pounding through your orgasms, your nails leaving more scratches on his back as your walls milked him dry.

Tears of pleasure rolled down your face as you tried to catch your breath. Your boyfriend took his hand up, pulling off the mask and throwing it on the floor before he took his hands to your legs, wrapping them around his waist before his body flopped on top of yours without pulling out. He kissed your cheeks softly, kissing your tears away as he rubbed your waist gently.

“My good girl~ you took me so well, baby,” he whispered against your lips before kissing you softly. “I'm so proud of you, my angel.” You smiled at his words, shutting your eyes.

“Thanks daddy~ it felt so good.” You weakly mumbled, “but I'm really tired now.” You pouted at him, earning another kiss on your lips.

“Let me run us a bath so we can go to sleep later, okay?” He tried to get up but you hugged him tighter. “Baby~ come on, we need to get cleaned up.” He tried to convince you but you shook your head, opening your eyes to look at him with your best puppy eyes.

“Can we stay here for a bit?” You asked softly, “Just want to rest in your arms now, I don't care if I'm feeling sticky.” Your hands moved from his back to his face, cupping his cheeks as you pulled him into a kiss. “Please, Hoonie,” you mumbled between kisses. The boy didn't say anything, he just kissed you back as you felt his body weight fall on you again.

Once you pulled away, he talked. “Is it just me or that was the best sex we've ever had?” He grinned at you, making you blush as you nodded. “Guess it was a very good idea to get that costume~” He teased, making you giggle as you hit his bicep playfully.

“Oh shut up, you perv,” you rolled your eyes playfully as you both laughed before he crashed his lips against yours, kissing you softly as you melted into each other's arms.

#sunghoon smut #park sunghoon smut #enhypen sunghoon smut #sunghoon hard hours #sunghoon hard thoughts

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xmortuarykittyx · 6 months

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Ever Locked

Part 2: On the Rocks

Part 1: New Beginnings?

pairing: Older!Leon Kennedy x Ex!Coroner’s Assistant Reader

warnings: Dead Dove: Do Not Eat, talks of enjoying inflicting emotional and physical pain on another, getting off to crying, jerking off, crying, talks of imagining sex, male and female body parts

extras: this fic will also be slow and longer, we’re telling an entire story, i want it to be detailed with Reader and Leon as well as introducing Marina and Ryan. I hope you guys enjoy i have so so so many ideas and rough drafts already written. next part should be out Saturday! and i may write another and post it Sunday as im off both days <3

Glass, wet to the touch, my finger dragging across it to leave a small smear mark between the residue. The ice clinking to the side of the glass as the cup was lifted to my lips. That dark haired girl had said she'd be in soon. I could wait, I'd waited 7 years to see her again. I wasn't waiting any longer than I had to. The amber liquor burnt on its way down, the dribble sliding down my cheek, black leather sleeve coming up to wipe away the drop. She'd be here soon... just be patient, Leon. She's gonna be hesitant at first but... I was so loving to her. Those damn coffees and breakfast- was what we had not good enough for her?

All those years, the day the world ended, so had mine. I lost her, part of me actually thought she'd died in the mess that was Raccoon City. September 29th, 1998. Now it sat, September 26th, 2004. 7 years since I've felt the warmth of her body, the softness of her hair... since hearing those beautiful moans and whimpers of pain. I needed her, those 7 years passed quickly. From meeting Ada, Claire and Sherry, to being pulled into the government and told that with my joining USSTRATCOM, Sherry Birkins would live a normal life, the choice truly wasn't mine. I wanted a life of a normal man. A wife to come home to, soft lips to kiss good night, preferably by now, age 28, I'd have a kid or two- preferably with the woman i set out to find once more, the shy coroner's assistant. Instead, I'm a DSO Agent, currently under MIA status, I knew I was in for it the moment anyone found me. My... habits have become a bit more... flavorless. The whiskey in front of me the 20th bottle I've probably had in the last month. Sliding from shit hole to shit hole, waiting until closer to the anniversary of the day she slipped from my fingers, to trap her once more.

Of the two of us, i'm sure i've changed the most, my hair darker, a brown instead of that bright blonde i was so proud of. My beard had slightly grown out, no razor was worth leaving the bottle or whatever hotel i huddled up in. The shitty lighting of the bar didn't hide her though. As soon as she walked in, I knew it was her. She hasn't truly changed, much, after so many years. Her hair was longer than before, her eyes more tired than I was use to seeing. What was causing her such restless nights? Did she miss me as much as I missed her? I knew the government has sent her off with some money and her car before they blew the town to hell and back, but that's all they'd tell me, not a where she went or even an answer to "how was she?".

My eyes didn't leave her, specifically her chest as she chatted with the shorter girl. That shirt nearly had her everything on show, men staring down her shirt as they passed, catching a glimpse of the top of her breasts, before she disappeared behind the bar. The other girl looking down at the ground, where she crouched.

It didn't take long for her to pop back up, cleaner and a dingy rag in her hands. She wiped idly at the empty bar, her eyes still lingering on the other girl. She was very chatty, she talked about how much him and her friend would be perfect... she was right. That woman was perfect for me, I didn't plan on leaving the weeping town without her. I drove my ass over three thousand miles to see the girl I dreamt of holding every night... dreamt of pounding the ever loving shit out of her. Wanted to see her swole with my child, I stayed up at night, wondering if our child would look like her... or me. Would they have my blue eyes and her hair? Her eyes and my hair? I hope they got her lips and eyebrows. My chin fell to my chest, a soft sigh falling from my lips, a smirk causing the corners to twitch. I wanted that life with her... but she ran. She could've waited for me, asked them to tell me where she'd be. Then again, i don't think anyone thought i'd survive those years in between, in training under Jack Krauser.

My eyes flickered back to the bar, wanting to see her face once more, to study her in her new habitat. The first thing that caught my eye was a manicured finger pointing at me, that girl had a big mouth- a growl fell from my lips for a moment. She couldn't have just not told her? She had to give away his position and all? Then, my eyes scanned the woman next to her, ending at her eyes, the same smirk on my lips. God, I've missed her. The glasses between her fingers fell to the floor in a sharp crash, her body stepping back instantly. I couldn't help but laugh, my chest rocking as i thought about how careless she always had been. Something's never change, bunny... some things were destined to be- we were destined to be.

We were. We always had been, a shy, careless bunny and her protective, dangerous wolf. Her figure ran, fast as she whipped out the Motorola Razr, pink... fitting for her. She must be making more money here than i thought. A five hundred dollar cell phone, she could afford that on a bar salary? I don't think so... there has to be more to her new life.

My own Razr ringing as i assumed another call from Chris to ask me where i've been or if i was even alive. His call ending to raise the 27 missed calls to 28. Nothing was going to stop me from getting her, i wasn't as naive as before. I had grown, my training showing me gaps in my methods, the scumbags that hurt and caused damage showing me new ideas as well- but mine were for protection. Mine were for her, like i said all those years ago. I'd do anything for her, even putting up with her accusations and her eager willingness to be in danger. Even if she threw away my money like some other boy lusting after her attention. I was, am and will forever be, her soul mate. Her impression is laid into my heart and brain. Something i was never able to change, she deserved to be there. She was a religion. Something i had to have, an addiction, something to be looked at and adored, worshiped... something i was missing in my life away from Raccoon City.

My cock ached thinking about those soft pitiful whines that fell from her lips, the moment her head hit my tile. The moans from her plump lips as she came undone on me, gushing that forbidden nectar all over my sheets, my name on her tongue like a shunned prayer. Someone she pleaded for, unknowingly calling out for the devil to catch her. Caught her, I did... until fate decided to be cruel. My fingers brushed over the growing ache from my pants, the slit of my cock pressed to the zipper as the my hips jerked up, brushing it against the angry tip.

My thoughts were broken by someone asking for the manifestation of religion. "Hey, Marina! Where is she?", a sharp pin prick stabbed at my spine, a quirk in my lips as i see the unsteady man. His hands on the bar as 'Marina' points to the back room. All i could see was a white dress shirt, and black slacks. He better not be fucking her- only i can touch something like her, something created for my pleasure and sight. Her teary eyes and drool collecting at the corner of her mouth. A jerk from my dick had my whiskey at the back of my mind, quickly jumping up to rush to the bathroom.

Stupid fucking bunny. My arm rested on the stall wall, elbow dug into the metal as my palm brushed the exposed skin. Shirt tail tucked between my teeth as my hand started to fist at the hardened flesh. I could hear soft cries- hers... the bathroom must be next to the employee room. Her cries were like a sirens call, precum smeared across the sensitive flesh as my hips snapped up with the pace i had set for myself. Imagining her, that pretty face under me, her eyes rolled up to watch as i pumped my shaft, staring at those beautiful eyes. Wouldn't waste my cum on her face, no matter how tempting. Would have her bouncing on my cock, her pussy walls clenching down on my cock, tip nudging against her cervix and bumping into her soft spot as i rocked my hips. A louder sob left her lips as i felt a jolt in my cock, pumping faster. She was just so pretty... those pretty clear tears causing her eyes to gloss over. Her mumbled and moans- "fuck..", my hand slows, feeling the twitching of my cum shoot out onto the rim of the toilet seat.

"disgusting.", the realization of what i had just done hitting me, "jerking off to a sweet bunny crying in the men's bathroom?", a dry laugh falling from my lips. "yeah- some things don't change.", the memory of doing the same at RPD flashing to mind. I'd fucked myself to the sound of her laughter more than once. Those red lacy underwear hidden in my drawer, ready for the next time i needed a stabilizing moment. A sniff, a jerk off... anything. The toilet paper was damn near falling apart as i wiped off the cum from the tip of my cock, a hiss leaving my lips. The sensitive skin, overworked by my palm. "Shit- use to be better about not getting so over worked.", an annoyed yet amused tone to my words.

The slamming of the bathroom door caught my attention next, i felt like a damn dog outside for the first time, jumpy and slightly buzzed. My hand landed on the stall door, sliding it open to be faced with the same white shirt and black slacks. Black hair combed back and pale skin- she certainly tried to stay away from anything close to me, didn't she?

The man washed his hands, a groan leaving his lips as he realized he didn't have any paper towels to dry his hands. "Got toilet paper, but the shit nearly falls apart on you.", i added, i wonder if she said anything to him yet. If he recognized my presence had been the one to distraught her so deeply. Her soft sobs could still be heard. "Yeah... i'll pass, thanks.", he side eyed me, brown eyes wide and weirded out. "Yeah, no problem.", my hands came up to wave him off. I wanted to know more, where was he from- what was he to her? Boyfriend, probably... but that just won't do. I had to keep her with me, she was my forbidden fruit. The future mother to my children, my bunny... my little play thing. The man started to turn to walk away, his hand resting on the door as he turned his head to take a final peek. "Have a good rest of your day.", the man spoke up. "Yeah, you too. Hey- I didn't catch your name.", I knew for a fact he knew now, his side eyes not passing my radar. I was trained in body language, he didn't want to take his eyes off me, he saw me as a threat. "I didn't throw it.", he dead panned, his look slightly more angered. "Right... right...", what was this guys name again? It popped up under the same address as hers.

Ken? Ren? Rylan- Ryan! "Sorry...", my hands met under the water, washing away the sins that lingered on my skin. "Have a good rest of your night, Ryan.", i hummed, as casually as possible, my eyes catching his in the mirror. "I caught it.", i quickly add, maybe giving him any insight that i knew anything was stupid, but i didn't care. "Yeah... you too, Leon.", a chuckle left my lips, maybe she hadn't picked someone too different as the annoyance and anger clung to his words. A smirk fell on my lips, becoming more familiar to my features the more i stayed in this busy town. I didn't reply, just watching as he walked out, thinking he had the upper hand. He doesn't, he won't- bunny was mine, I owned her. I had staked my claim 7 years ago on that girl and I'd be damned if I lost it now.

Ryan... I'll have to look that up later. Keeping all my tabs on the new life she built for herself. I was more careful this go around, despite the ache that quickly came back to my groin from the power exchange...!i would wait, plan... figure out how and when to take her back to the house i built. A family home, build from the foundation up on quite a few acres, stuck in the middle of a very small town. This will be our home, sweet bunny... we'll have a family, somewhere where it's just us. I'm tired of fighting for everyone else to have their happy endings, for them to get to shine while i suffer... This time, i'll be selfish, i'll get what i want and i won't allow my broken bird to fly, my little bunny to hop. Instead, she'll be mine, changed and tamed... kept away from the unsafe world, kept private and secret from nearly anyone. If only i could get rid of the suspicion of the man and the fear she held on me. I just wanted a life, i'd get it. One way or another, i was getting my family home and filling it with little Kennedy's.

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creamyavocadosoup · 1 year

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𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐞 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐠𝐨𝐥𝐝

a/n: HI AGAIN :D This has been marinating in my drafts since September of last year yall. I've been so busy with school and struggling with burnout so I've taken some time to myself :3 This is genshin men in different scenarios I've experienced. warnings: fluff! mentions of vomiting/being sick, alcohol/being drunk. characters might be slightly ooc? tried my best to fit them into the scenario and keep their personalities characters: Kaeya, Thoma, Xiao, Kazuha, Ayato, Albedo, Diluc, Zhongli, Heizou, Cyno x f!reader (all separately!)

✧･ﾟ: ✧･ﾟ:

Kaeya

(slow dancing in the living room)

Huffing in frustration, I turn around to walk back to the Cavalry Captain's humble abode after realizing I had indeed left my pouch, which contained the only sum of Mora to my name.

Nearing the front door, the soft hum of Kaeya's voice could barely be heard from the outside and it made you smile. He was so adorable. Although he would vehemently deny it if you said it out loud, claiming he was instead gorgeous or charming - which was very much true - but he truly had his moments where all you could describe the man as adorable.

Knocking on the door, the humming stopped as his door was promptly opened shortly after. He smirked but before he could say anything, I beat him to it.

"Sorry! I left my pouch here and y'know I kinda need it." I gave him a small smile before pushing past the blue-haired man and into the home you've spent much time in.

He wordlessly walks off through one of the arches and returns, the familiar brown pouch in his hand. Sighing in relief, I thanked him, kissing him on the cheek and turned to leave once again but his hand on my wrist held me in place as he softly tugged me towards him.

There was a cheeky yet soft smile on his lips as he guided my hands to his shoulders. I was confused, wondering what was running through that head of his. "Stay for a moment." He almost whispers, resting his cheek on the crown of my hair as his hands settle on my waist.

"Kaeya, it's getting late." I murmur, the sky bleeding a vibrant orange when you had gone outside only reminding you of the darkness that was soon to come. He hums, instead continuing the song he was singing earlier and starts softly swaying you both side to side.

Knowing how stubborn he can be, I give in to the mans silent request and move to interlock my hands behind his neck. Basking in the moment of quiet, his voice was soothing and I recognized it to be one of the songs he would often sing when I had trouble sleeping. He didn’t sing much so it was surprising to hear him do so out of the blue.

The world seemed as if it stilled, only Kaeya and I moving and swaying under the watchful eye of the moon. It was peaceful, something we have had more of ever since this relationship of ours had blossomed.

However our little bubble was broken when we heard the loud creaking of the door behind us opening. I turned to see the familiar red-haired man standing in the doorway, staring at both of us with a light dusting of pink on his cheeks at obviously disturbing an intimate moment.

Kaeya, however, quickly recovered and plastered one of his usual cheeky smiles before greeting his brother. After exchanging conversation, Diluc hands him something and proceeds to shoo him away. The pyro brother only rolled his eyes before walking away, the small smile on his face not amiss. Turning back to me, Kaeya smiles, “Where were we?”

Thoma

(first valentines day)

Waving goodbye to my coworkers, I heave out a breath of relief at successfully running the booth during the entire festival. It had been extremely stressful especially being the last day and all I wanted to do was curl up underneath blankets and sleep until all the soreness disappeared.

But before I could think much about it, my feet bounded to a familiar estate. The beautiful cherry blossoms and serene surroundings signifying the comforting place you had come to know as your second home.

It didn’t take much searching to find the person I was looking for, the familiar tufts of blonde and striking contrast of red filled me with a sense of comfort as I wrapped my arms around him. Being a pyro user sure has its perks as Thoma’s body heat had effectively shielded me from the biting cold of the approaching Inazuman night breeze.

“[Name]!” the retainer turned to face me, quickly scooping me into a proper hug and burying his face to my neck as he always does. After being wrapped in the embrace, Thoma pulls away with a childish, giddy grin and his green eyes sparkling excitedly. I raised my brow at his sudden mood shift and fear started creeping into my thoughts, afraid that he might have pulled another prank.

Thoma held onto my arms, squeezing it to distract me from my thoughts, “So, I know we haven’t spent Valentines day today,” he starts. My eyes widen as I remember the day today, panicking that I didn’t buy him anything since I was completely overwhelmed of festival duties.

He rubbed my arms softly, a little action he did whenever he wanted to signify that it was okay, “Both of us have been extremely busy with duties so I understand, especially you running a booth for the festival. But,” he pauses, softly tugging me along with him to the inside of the estate. The Kamisatos were nowhere to be seen, only the guards being the other people around, presumably out at the city and overseeing commission affairs.

We arrived at the kitchen, his taller frame walking faster than I was making me have to quicken my steps. Thoma mimicked a puppy hearing about treats as he opened one of the cabinets animatedly.

Suddenly all I could see was a flurry of colors. Pastels of pink, yellow, and orange flowers were wrapped in a simple white paper forming a beautiful bouquet. In his other hand, he held a heart shaped red box tied with a lovely satin white ribbon.

I was shocked, not expecting him to actually buy me anything, “Thoma...” I trailed off, never really good at explaining what I feel. He had accidentally been dropping hints of getting me a gift for the occasion before vehemently denying that he was, saying that he “was busy anyway and wouldn’t really have time.” But here he was, gifts in hand, and it feels like my heart is about to jump out of my chest and my stomach to pour acid with how warm it felt.

He smiled brightly, his emerald eyes disappearing and corner of his eyes crinkling, “Surprise!” He looked akin to a puppy and I pulled him in for one of the tightest hugs I had ever given him. He was startled with the action but quickly returned it with equal enthusiasm.

“Thank you, Thoma.” I blabbed, repeating the phrase over and over as tears threatened to ruin his clothes with how much of them fell. Maybe it was the exhaustion or the fact that I had felt overwhelmed at the sweet gesture but it had me a complete mess, thanking and praising the stars for allowing me to be fated to meet such a person.

He pulled away, alarmed at the tears but I reassured him that it wasn’t sad tears. Soon my tears stopped flowing and I took heaving breaths to calm down, Thoma continuously soothingly patting my back. Only then did I realize how shaky my hands had gotten and the soreness in my belly.

“Can we go get some food? I don’t think I’ve eaten anything at all since this morning.” Patting my belly, a sheepish smile was on my lips as my stomach decided to sound out its demand for food at that very moment.

Thoma pursed his lips, his eyes reflected panic in them once again, “What?! You should be taking care of yourself better-” he started ranting worriedly, gathering the gifts and his things as he dragged me behind him, towards the cluster of food stalls and establishments at the city center.

Settling in at Kiminami Restaurant, not much words were spoken as I scarfed down as much as I could. He reassured me that I could buy whatever I wanted and not to worry about prices.

Thoma often glanced at you during the course of your meal, making sure that you had eaten well, taking a few bites out of the food he ordered during so. He was satisfied to know that you were eating to your heart’s content and he absolutely melted at the sight of you enjoying yourself, his thoughts eventually floating off and different scenarios ran in his mind.

After the both of us polished off our plates, Thoma offered to accompany me to my journey back to my house after expressing the urge to collapse into a blissful sleep.

The sky bled into a beautiful purple and pink as the sun set into the horizon, the trees swaying softly in the wind and allowing the pink petals to fall around you. Arriving to the quiet neighborhood, my mothers unmistakable mop of auburn hair shone under the golden rays as she worked tirelessly over her garden.

It almost had me stilling in my place as the realization washed over me. ‘My mother has never met Thoma before!’ My heart pounded at the thought, anticipating what her reaction would be. My mother was a nice person, intimidating to some, but she would never intentionally insult you to your face. But that fact still didn't stop the pounding of my heart or my clammy palms.

With flowers and box in hand, Thoma and I stop in front of my fence, his face also scrunched in nervousness with beads of sweat starting to form on his forehead. My mother stood upon realizing we were there, greeting us with her usual friendly smile but the glint of curiosity in her eyes were something I picked up on well.

Exchanging our greetings, I turn to introduce the fidgeting retainer beside me, "Mom, this is Thoma. He currently works under the Kamisato siblings."

My mothers lips quirk up, knowing who he is as I've told her about him countless times. Thoma stutters out his greeting, his cheeks and ears a deep red as he shakes my mothers hand.

"Thoma, it's so nice to finally meet you. [Name] over here has mentioned you a couple times." She smiles warmly, remembering fondly of days she would catch me smiling to myself. "I trust you've been taking care of them well?" She spoke, her voice light but you knew her all too well. She was doing that once over that she did to all my suitors, silently scouring their stature. She knew very well who Thoma was - most trusted retainer of the famous Kamisato clan - but it didn't make her any less wary. A parental thing it must be.

Thoma smiled softly, turning to look at me, "Only the best." He spoke only loud enough for the three of us to hear and it had me blushing wildly, me smacking the blonde man for it.

He laughed before we bid our goodbyes and parted ways. My mother admired the flowers, sending me a teasing glance, as she hurriedly placed them in a vase. I finally curled under the sheets after cleaning up, letting my body float into blissful slumber.

Xiao

(catching the flu)

Tossing and turning in my bed seemed like the only thing I had done in the past couple of hours. The pounding in my head and the numerous sore joints stopped me from any sort of duties the past couple of days, my sickness metaphorically chaining me to my bed.

Smiley had thankfully come to visit this morning, wondering where I had gone since I hadn't come into work yesterday leaving Verr to ask him to check up on me. By the sea of scrunched up tissues and the half dead me laying on my bed, he was quick to deduce that I had gotten sick.

My fever had gotten me extremely loopy, I could barely register his words as he spoke to me, "Be back... Will go get soup... medicine at Bubu Pharmacy." He smiled softly, cleaning up the tissues and tucking me properly into my bed, before leaving my home.

How long had it been since then? By the orange light slipping through the room, it had been long enough for the sun to start setting.

My body felt like it was on fire but it also shivered as if I laid in a blanket of snow. My fever had me going in and out of consciousness as I stared at the ceiling, wishing that this hell would end sometime soon.

I was so out of it I didn't notice the wisps of black and teal that I had grown to love seeing. Xiao stood by my bed, his posture stiff as he leaned over to give me a once over.

His beautiful amber eyes came into view, only then realizing that he was here. It made me feel a tiny bit better, but also confused as to why he would be here.

"Xiao? I croaked, my voice coming out crackly and dry, having not had any water practically since last night.

His expression sharpened, but not a hint of malice nor hatred was present, "Do not speak, [Name]. Conserve your energy." He spoke, demandingly. His hands carefully brushed away wisps of my hair, smoothing it down and ending up feeling like he was petting my head.

In my weakened state, it brought huge comfort to me, unknowingly leaning into his touch and eyes closing at the feeling. Xiao pursed his lips, a light dusting of red adorning his cheeks at how adorable you were being. But he didn't lose focus on the task at hand.

The grip on the bag he was holding loosened as he remembered the reason he was here. Rummaging through, he pulled out the bottles of medicine and the carefully packaged soup Smiley asked him to bring, placing both on top one of your dressers.

It was unlike of the adeptus to have cared for a mortal this deeply and go out of his way to do things for but upon learning from the Inn's chef of your whereabouts, worry settled in his stomach like a parasite and he found it extremely difficult to think about anything else but you.

"I brought soup from Smiley. You should eat it before it gets cold." He spoke softly, not wanting to disturb the blissful expression on your face. I only managed to nod to his statement, silently reassuring him I would do as he says.

He sighs, "I have to go," He reached over and smoothed down my hair causing a hum from me, "But I will return by morning for your next round of medicine. Rest well, [Name]."

The adeptus was certainly worried, judging by the tightening in his stomach and curled fists, but the night indicated his duties that would surely not be taking a break for him. I smiled as I opened my eyes, greeted by the beautiful pools of amber that were Xiao's eyes, and circled both arms to pull him into a short hug.

"Stay safe." I murmured into his neck. He hesitantly returned the hug, tentatively placing his hands on my back but it was gone sooner than it was there.

No other words were spoken as he disappeared in a cloud of black and teal, but I didn't miss the further reddening of his cheeks before he turned from me even under only the light of the moon.

Kazuha

(experiencing motion sickness)

Aboarding the Crux, you safely fastened the backpack over your shoulder as you felt the wobble of the floor beneath you. This would be my first time ever riding a boat and sailing across the seas. My palms slightly sweat at the prospect of the journey ahead but knowing I would get to explore Teyvat overwhelmed my fear. Having lived a comfortable life in Liyue selling pastries, it had shocked my folks to know that I wanted to leave but they understood.

Kazuha, whom had convinced me to come with him, walked behind me, a small encouraging smile on his lips. The samurai once wandered into my shop a year ago when he had just escaped Inazuma. You remembered it so clearly, a man with a mop of white on his head, looking at the display of treats in wide-eyed wonder then proceeding to buy the ones he deemed looked the most delicious. In-between traversing the lands and sailing the seas, whenever he would visit Liyue, he always swung by, sometimes only coming by for idle chat as I finished closing up for the day.

"Ready for your first trip?" Beidou approached me, a cheeky smile on her lips as she nudged me.

Beidou had been kind enough to allow me to board the ship so I was extremely grateful for that. I guess it also helped that she knew who my parents were, and my parents trusted her a lot so it eased their worries of me being in too much danger while away.

Soon the Alcor had set off on its journey, the waves rocking the boat slightly but it wasn't too bad. Busying myself with anything and everything, I walked back and forth on the deck, helping wherever I could.

The strong rocking of the boat willed me out the current task at hand as I steadied on the closest wall, willing my vision to stop spinning. But the rocking didn't stop, and it only worsened my dizziness paired with the food earlier attempting to force its way back up. The sensation had me frantic, my garbled senses only telling me one thing.

Kazuha, Kazuha, Kazuha....

It was a miracle I was still able to walk, despite me nearly falling to my knees every time I took a step, but I managed to find him descending from the ship's crow's nest, and all but managed to grip onto his clothing before I could fall flat on the wooden boards.

"Woah! Are you alright, [name]?" He held my arms, keeping me upright, his worried eyes scanning over me for any injuries. My skin felt clammy and shivers ran down my spine as I willed all my strength into not heaving in front of him.

I only shook my head, afraid of what would happen if I spoke, and thankfully he understood. Whisking me away to his cabin, he led me to sit on his bed and quickly took a seat beside me. It was funny seeing him become so unsure of what to do as his hands only hovered around me. I would have certainly laughed if I wasn't absolutely mortified at him seeing me like this, getting easily wrecked by seasickness.

He didn't have to be unsure any longer as I hurriedly made the decision for him, resting my cheek on his shoulder and hiding in the crook of his neck. The position allowed his scent of maple leaves and the sea waft and overtake my senses, allowing me to focus on that instead of the incessant rocking. My grip on his hand never loosened, feeling like it was the finishing red ribbon allowing me to stay in one piece.

Kazuha allowed me to stay until the feeling passed, only whispering soft praises and encouragement into my ears. The words had me dizzy but in a different way, my body going completely relaxed against his. Despite the passing of the rough waves minutes ago, none of us seemed to want to let go so we indulged ourselves for a moment more.

Ayato

(whispered confessions)

It wasn't often that Ayato would get a day off so whenever it did happen, the both of you maximized it as much as possible. Here you both were, sprawled on a patterned blanket on soft grass, staring up into the vast expanse of night just enjoying each others company. He laid his head on your lap as you brushed your fingers through his hair, the actions making Ayato turn lax at the relaxing sensations.

"Is it silly to say that I've imagined us on our own lawn, doing this exact same thing?" I murmur. Despite being together for nearly a year, we had not broached the topic of our future. It was quite difficult considering his schedule. And with how busy he often was, it felt like there might have been added pressure, so you both opted to live in the moment and just enjoyed the relationship for what it was.

But the bubbling love I felt for him, I couldn't help but let my thoughts wander away. Different scenarios would run through my mind whenever I find the time to relax and the prospect always left me grinning like a fool and heart beating out of my chest, extremely giddy at the thought.

The breath caught in my throat as I peered down to view his expression. His eyes had lazily fluttered open, and a soft smile plastered on his lips. He was absolutely glowing under the moonlight, his eyes twinkling in love and adoration and the light blush on his cheeks a sight you were not used to but was certainly not unwelcome, "It's not silly at all, darling."

"In fact," he hummed, nudging closer to your body just soaking in your body heat and the smell of you that he came to find comfort in, "I've also imagined such scenarios."

My eyes grew wide as I stared into his face, his expression teasing based on the mirthful smile and almost teasing lilt in his tone, but he was absolutely not joking. Knowing Ayato, he showed a more loose side of him, jesting and joking with you but his words had always been truthful behind it all.

"Really?" I nearly squeaked out, feeling my own face heat up at the revelation. My hands had stopped working through his hair when my brain shirt-circuited and he took the opportunity to sit upright beside me.

He chuckles and nods, placing a tender kiss on my cheek. "I've imagined us bumping hips whenever we cook together," his finger ghosted over my cheek, "Or seeing your face first when I wake up in the morning. Even something as simple as cuddling with you on the couch. I want it all as long as it's with you."

The more he spoke, the more my own heart burst with joy and my tears further blurred my vision. I could feel the wide grin on my face as my cheeks started to burn from it but I didn't care. I didn't care because we both saw each other in our futures. And I couldn't have been happier.

Albedo

(study buddies)

The words started to blur together as the drowsiness started to overtake my senses. The only reason I even fought to stay awake was my boyfriends voice who continued to drone on about the topic, pointing to different parts of the paper.

Curse him. His voice was too relaxing for me to not fall asleep but I did ask him if he could help me with the research I was currently doing. So it would have been extremely rude if I slipped into wonderland but I couldn't help it! He was just extremely comfy and smelt amazing.

"Are you listening?" his voice pulled me out of my reverie as I quickly opened my eyes, not realizing I had slowly started drifting off. There was a small frown on his face, his eyes peering intently into mine before scanning my expression.

Clearing my throat, I try my best to send him a smile despite how heavy my face felt, "Yes, yes. I'm listening." I slowly nod, gesturing him to continue talking but he only stared at me.

"There is no use fighting the drowsiness. It would be most efficient if you took a nap before we continue." he pointed out, and the words barely understood in your muddled brain but only one word stuck out. Nap.

Mumbling out a reply, you move to position your head on his lap, not wanting to leave the comfort he brought. Albedo wasn't expecting you to have the nap on his lap but he made no moves to disturb you nor turn you away.

The alchemist only stared wide-eyed as you made yourself comfortable, the squish of your cheek being accentuated as you lay it on his thigh. It didn't take long for your breaths to even out as Albedo tried his best to calm his rattling heart, a small smile taking its place on his face as his fingers carefully swept away the wisps of hair covering your face.

And he dared not move from his place, afraid that a single movement would wake you up and disturb you of your peace. He didn't have the heart to do that, you looked far too beautiful and he wanted to soak in this moment and allow himself to stare at you shamelessly, for once not caring about the papers strewn about the desk. He was confused at the emotions coursing through him, and he will sit and stare at you until he could understand what exactly it was he was feeling.

Diluc

(first time he receives flowers)

The market was surprisingly calmer today than it usually was, only a few people walking around buying their groceries or chatting with the shopkeepers. I took full advantage of the emptiness and took my time choosing the products I needed. I didn't really need to buy a lot, my pantry still quite full but I had a few bits and pieces that I needed to pick up for meals I was planning.

Successfully carrying the bag on one arm, the scent of fresh flowers catch my attention as I pass by Flora's booth. She had a few beautiful bouquets set up, a thought popping up into my head immediately.

Checking my purse, there was thankfully enough to buy one and I happily thanked her after complimenting the selection she had. Bouquet in hand, I decided to make a detour and made my way towards the ever familiar mansion.

The walk gave me time to think about what expression he would wear once he sees the flowers, which only made me more giddy. He always bought me flowers, and I had always wanted to return the favor, noting that I have never once seen that man receive a bouquet, even from his line of fanatical women.

The lush green and fragrant smell of grapes soon hit my senses as I walk right up to the front door. Knowing that he was most likely to be stuck in his office at this hour, signing stacks of papers as he always was, I push aside the large doors at the entrance of the manor.

Adelinde greeted me at the door, pausing in dusting the various trinkets as we exchanged warm greetings, "Master Diluc is currently in his study if you so wish to visit him." she bowed, dutifully taking the bag from my arm despite my protests.

After thanking her, I slowly made my way up the steps, quickly arriving in front of the familiar door. Knocking on the solid wood, you heard his voice gesturing the guest to enter. The familiar scent hit you the second you opened the heavy door, the sight of vermillion hair the first thing you see when you enter.

"I got something for you.." I sang, hiding the flowers behind me, my face splitting into a grin as I sauntered towards his desk. My feet couldn't stay still as I stood in front of his desk, constantly shuffling and bouncing.

He spared me a quick glance, finishing the piece of parchment he was currently reading, "Hm, and what might that be, my love?" You couldn't see his face, covered by his bangs, but you could hear the amusement in his voice, only the soft scratching of the quill on the paper the other sound in the room as he focused on whatever was on the paper.

The grin never faltered as I held the flowers in front of me, "For you, kind sir." I spoke, attempting to sound prim and proper, even slightly bowing to emphasize. He raised his gaze to the flowers, promptly stopping his writing, his eyes widening and his cheeks sporting a deep red as a quiet gasp escapes his lips.

"What - That's for me?" he stuttered, the smile creeping up on his lips only contained by him softly biting down on it. Promptly standing from his seat, he took the bundle of Cecilias, Sweet Flowers, and Small Lamp Grasses from my grasp as he continued to stare at it in wonder. He was speechless, not knowing how to react to such advances. And from you, nonetheless, which made his cheeks burn brighter.

I smiled, my heart warming at such an adorable sight of the usually stoic man so flustered. He thumbed through the flowers' petals, occasionally pausing to breathe in the scent and I could see the tiny smile he held.

He walked around his table, setting the bundle on his table, and scooped me into a hug. His hands gripped onto my shirt as he wrapped his arms around me, hiding his face in the crook of my neck. Returning the gesture, he murmured against my neck, "Thank you, my love."

I rubbed his back and softly thread my fingers through his hair, Diluc softly sighing in content, "Love you so much, 'luc." I hummed, slightly muffled as you place kisses on the crown of his head.

He only responded by burying his face closer to your neck and incomprehensible mumbles only he could hear. But you knew what he said, judging by the warming cheeks on your shoulder, or the tightening of his arms around your waist.

He loves me too.

A content smile settled on both our faces as we stayed in our embrace for a moment longer.

Zhongli

(relaxing musical evenings)

The usual hustle and bustle of Liyue Harbor was something that I had gotten used to the longer I lived in the city. It had become the background music of my day-to-day, the fast-paced lifestyle keeping me busy and on my feet most of the day.

Zhongli was extremely grateful as you both had a day off the same day, whisking the day away wrapped in each others company. The apartment certainly too tiny as I watched my lover walk around, his tall stature almost taking up all the space in each room he was in but it was comforting. You had gotten used to the sight and the place seemed very empty whenever he wasn't around.

With the main itinerary of relaxation, both of you were dressed in the same sleeping clothes as last night as you both sat on your balcony. The warm scent of tea, and soft strums of your guitar floated around the space and you couldn't have asked a better way to spend your free time.

Zhongli brought the cup to his lips once in a while, taking a sip of the tea but his attention had never strayed away from you. The guitar was settled comfortably on your lap, back slightly hunched, hair in disarray, and eyes glancing at the frets once in a while. You were in your own bubble and the domesticity of it all allowed for a profound sense of contentment to settle in his chest. It was warm, the freshly made tea paling in comparison, and it was a feeling Zhongli welcomed with open arms whenever he was around you.

Your beautiful voice wrapped around him, like one of the comfiest blankets, and it was a sound he soon grew addicted especially if you were dedicating it to him and him only.

The Archon remembered the first time it happened. It was when he had only recently started staying at your place, calling him into one of your spare rooms, the space filled with various art supplies and other instruments, and patted for him to sit beside you.

You had asked him to listen to the new song you were writing and he was extremely elated, remembering that this was the first time you had ever let him hear any of your songs. He had never heard you sing beforehand, only soft humming underneath your breath while doing chores or the muffled notes he would sometimes hear behind the closed door of your studio.

Both of you were nestled into one of the room's corners surrounded by plush pillows and blankets. The words had easily spilled from your lips, sounding as sweet as honey and as mesmerizing as the prettiest sunset and, oh dear, Zhongli was in trouble. For he was enchanted, enraptured, and absolutely hooked to the sound of your voice. The melody had managed to wrap itself around every fiber of his being, intertwining with his love for you and strengthening the bond. He had fallen in love with you a little deeper in that moment and he was absolutely fine with it.

Ever since that day, he was lucky enough to have been allowed the privilege of being your audience and he knew he will always crave your soft melodies in every place he goes to.

Heizou

(watching a performance together)

After countless hours of getting ready, my outfit having been steamed and ironed to perfection. Not a single detail was amiss, from my hair to my makeup, to my choice of shoes. It had all been through multiple choices and changes and constant mismatching to pair the perfect skirt and blouse.

Tonight, you had been invited to be part of a gathering as Heizou's plus one. This event has said to have some high profile and important guests which explains the extreme effort into getting ready. After all, wouldn't want to stick out like a sore thumb, no?

Smoothing out my outfit, I shake myself out of the anxious stupor I had gotten myself into and force myself to leave the house before I overthinked my way into an excuse to not go.

Heizou had planned for us to meet at the place, saying he had an important case he needed to finish up beforehand. Honestly, it had been quite a blessing in disguise because he truly did not need to see the process of me choosing an outfit and it's quite interesting to imagine what the detective's reaction would be.

Arriving at Komore Teahouse, the building had been decorated to be more cozy. Glittering lights and vibrant greenery brightened the atmosphere and eased my thumping heart. Thoma greeted me at the entrance, gently guiding me further into the teahouse where the rest of guests were.

"Please help yourself to anything you'd like! Heizou said he'd be arriving soon." The retainer smiled, leaving in a hurry after hearing the beckoning calls of Lord Kamisato.

And sure enough, not soon after that conversation, Heizou had walked in and quietly conversing with Kujou Sara. Although as if some sort of magnet had been placed with you two, his eyes immediately caught yours and the smile that lit up his face sent the warm, tickling feeling in your chest kick into overdrive.

Politely excusing himself from the general, he made his way over to me with his sparkling green eyes never once breaking eye contact with mine. "[Name]," he breathed out, "you look absolutely gorgeous."

I rolled my eyes but the smile tugging on my lips hid little of my true feelings, "You're saying that as if you haven't seen me wear these clothes before." Chuckling, both his hands gently pull me in by the waist, placing a quick peck on my cheek.

"You may be correct about that but somehow you become more beautiful with each passing day," He smirked, "Truly a mystery, wouldn't you say?" He tapped his chin, feigning contemplation and I swat him playfully.

"Oh hush." He only laughs, instead choosing to pull me in for a short kiss that had a warmth creeping up on my face, careful not to show too much PDA considering we were in a public place with important figures nonetheless.

Thoma stood on-stage, clearing his throat, "Good evening everyone! It is truly an honor that you all have been able to attend this gathering-"

Heizou and I took a seat towards the back of the room, his arm wrapped around my waist, as multiple took the spot on stage for their speeches. Snug and secure, he would often say whenever he had his arms around me.

Soon the night dwindled into light conversations and melodic tunes courtesy to the back-to-back performances. The warm lights strung along the place did plenty to highlight your beautiful features, Heizou thought. And he simply couldn't tear his eyes away from the sight.

His eyes boring into the side of your head definitely didn't go unnoticed and as my gaze flickered to his, he was staring at me with a soft fondness set into his features. That fact absolutely had your heart beating wildly out of your chest as you couldn't stop the giddy smile from spreading on your lips.

"Why are you looking at me like that?" I giggled, a soft smile spreading onto his own lips.

"What? I can't simply admire my beautiful girlfriend?" His smile morphed into a cheeky grin as he lightly pinched my cheeks together. The night ended in fits of laughter and memories kept forever, soft touches and truthful words only to be shared amongst the both of us.

Cyno

(a fun night out)

It felt as if my body was floating. The alcohol coursing through my veins felt like molten lava and felt so warm. Weightless yet warm? Sounds like a fart. You giggled at your own thoughts, the drinks you had allowing your brain to ultimately turn to mush and turn you into your giggly, over-happy self whenever you had consumed one too many mugs.

Spending Friday night with a round of drinks with coworkers after a long, extremely tiring, yet fruitful week. Piles and piles of research finally paying off as results start flowing in and I couldn't help inviting them all out to Lambad's tavern for a much deserved celebration.

Chugging down the rest of my drink, I wiped away the moisture on my lips before tapping the person beside me, "Do you know Cyno? He's so silly and adorable especially when he starts telling his jokes." The words were slurred with hiccups interrupting in between some but the grin on my face was undeniable.

It was odd, your coworkers thought, how you had the General Mahamatra of all people seemingly wrapped around your finger. They sometimes witnessed the public displays of affection that he allowed both of you to indulge in whenever he would come visit you at the Akademiya, but it still left them sorely confused every time.

You had been rambling about your boyfriend for the past 5 minutes and thankfully the time he would be coming to pick you up was getting closer and closer. The other researchers silently cursed your lack of alcohol tolerance as they feared of what slipped from your inebriated mind would come bite them back in the ass in the form of the General.

"Alright that's enough drinks for you, [Name]." One of them spoke but the world had been spinning too much for you to make out who it was nor care either way. The alcohol had soon made me feel sleepy, resting my head on the shoulder beside my head as I slowly drifted off to sleep.

The person however didn't let me as they flicked my forehead soft enough to jolt me back awake, "Don't fall asleep, idiot. Cyno's here." The voice laughed and I barely recognize it to be Afratu. Sitting up, the familiar head of white hair and crimson eye stared back at me as I quickly stood to greet him.

That turned out to not be a good idea as I lost footing, almost faceplanting into the floor before the familiar pair of arms wrapped around me. "Careful." His smooth and comforting voice spoke softly into my ear as I giggled uncontrollably, probably sounding like a witch much to Cyno's amusement.

Once my glee died down, I wrapped my arms around his neck as he greeted my friends, asking each how their research had been going, "Cyno, Cyno, Cynooo.." I murmured, poking his cheek each time.

"Yes, baby?" his gaze connected with mine, taking in the soft pout of my lips and half-lidded eyes. One of his arms stayed wrapped around my waist, his thumb rubbing comforting shapes. His warmth still seeped through, despite the layers of fabric I wore, but I welcomed it wholeheartedly, dearly missing it throughout the business of the week.

Resting my cheek on his shoulder, I spoke, "Wan' go home. Sleepy and cuddles soun' nice." Despite how long you had been together, he would never get used to how casually you would speak your affections for him based on the light dusting of red on his cheeks. His grip on you only tightened as he bid his goodbyes to the whole table, choosing to carry you bridal style back home knowing it would take both of you longer if he let you walk.

Arriving to your - well now both of yours - home, he made quick work of having you both ready for bed, seeing as you had almost fallen asleep multiple times on the way there. Sitting on the edge of the bed, Cyno moved to grab clothes from your closet but was stopped when your hands grabbed his face.

Peppering kisses all over his face was the one thing he wasn't expecting when he bent down to entertain your antics. You were already affectionate but it seems as being inebriated brought that trait out stronger. Placing a tender kiss on his lips, he eagerly reciprocated the gesture.

"Love you, Cyno." I whispered, the warmth of my breath ghosting over his lips. He smiled, pulling you in for another short kiss.

"I love you too, [Name]." Moving away, he continued his task before tucking you both into bed.

And there you spent the rest of the night, cuddled underneath sheets, soft and sincere words continuously spilling from your lips as you practically wore your heart on your sleeve. Cyno had never felt such peace, he knew that despite you being intoxicated these were true. Maybe it was your beautiful smile or your steady heartbeat against his ear, but the General Mahamatra always knew when someone was lying. And he relished in the fact that he detected no such thing from you, letting a content smile rest on his lips as you slowly slipped into slumber.

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a/n: holy shit, i finally finished it. this has been rotting away in my drafts for so long and after months of working on it on and off, its finally out into the wilderness. anyways i hope you enjoy this lots!! if you do, interacting with my work lets me know you do!

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𝐓𝐑 𝐌𝐄𝐍 𝐀𝐒 𝐒𝐄𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐃 𝐋𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐒.

♱ ft: Kakucho/Izana, Shuji Hanma, Ran/Rindou Haitani

♱ content/warnings: angst, cheating, alcohol consumption, unrequited love, second lead trope.

♱ a/n: so this has been in my wips since September. I have more characters in draft but I decided to post what I have finished bc I really miss putting out content here since I've been busy. enjoy 🤲

𝐊𝐀𝐊𝐔𝐂𝐇𝐎 — “I loved you first"

He was the man who had always been there for and with you; dating way back to your childhood.

Right from the moment Kakucho met you, he knew he had to cherish this girl as much as he can, and as long as he can, and he could never stop, not even for a second.

Every dumb banter you ever had, every Christmas mornings at five, every spontaneous Saturday afternoon, every speed bump, every pang of boredom and anxiety you ever experienced together—he carried that lesson with him.

and he carried that lesson with him when you married Izana.

As you bind the last of your vows to the silver-haired man before you, it was then that Kakucho realized that it didn't matter how much longer he's loved you; when fate put Izana in your life— in a marriage of convenience.

And most importantly, he carried that lesson with him when you started playing the martyr wife.

It was too good to be true— to have a man of status, attractive looks, and fascinating aura as your husband and all to yourself.

So it didn't shock you in the least when you discovered lipstick stains on his shirt that weren't yours, with a faint scent of a cheap perfume you don't bother spending your money on.

“He’ll change.” “Maybe, he isn’t used to marriage yet.” — were just one of the many things you told yourself into thinking that there is still hope for your marriage.

Kakucho finds it heartbreaking to see you act the part, and though he's never confronted you directly about it, he makes every effort to support you—something your own husband couldn't even do. and to witness you fall just as deeply in love with someone else as he did with you.

Because sometimes love means taking a step back. If you care about somebody, you should want them to be happy even if you wind up being left out.

One evening, when Izana had another not-so-secret meeting with his mistress, you stayed in while sipping wine and reading passages from a book of melancholy poetry. The wine had started to fuel the voices in your head and the lines began to hit a little too hard that you didn't realize the tears streaming from your eyes.

It was routine at this point; to cry yourself to sleep, wishing that the only man you wanted felt the same way.

However, you also failed to recognize the man who genuinely expressed his intents and feelings to you; who happened to pay you a visit at this particular moment.

Kakucho also noticed the fresh tears you've been shedding while you were asleep on the couch in the living room with the book held loosely in your hand.

Even if you haven't spoken yet, he already knew what's been upsetting you. So with a bitter sigh, he took the book from your hand before returning it to it's rightful spot on the bookshelf, and then sprawling a blanket over your body, fixing your frame into a more comfortable position before cleaning up the dishes you'd left on the table.

It really didn't matter that he'd loved you for years, because to be in love with someone half as in love with you is a cruel curse, and the fact that you too get to feel that way makes Kakucho's heart hurt even more.

𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐌𝐀 — “Choose me.”

He was the one who said that he didn’t care about the ring on your finger; that this was merely an affair by sinful adulterers.

Your coincidental meeting at a bar led to a one-night stand which caused more than a little bit of friction when you came in as the new Toman executive and his colleague the very next day.

He then received the second dose of shock when he found out that you were, in fact, married, as your husband paid you a visit at the headquarters one day in a bid to resolve your tumultuous marriage

At first, you didn't comprehend the tinge of concern in your heart as you glanced over your husband's shoulder to meet the eyes of your secret lover. Will it be over for good?

Once your husband has gone off to your home, waiting for your return, Hanma finds himself locked inside your office, as if your man hadn’t just been in it minutes ago. “There’s my favorite adulterous whore.” He smirked, making himself comfortable on your seat as you were noticeably leaning against the tall windows in distress.

“This is just… great.” You sighed heavily, reaching to your drawer for a smoke. “What’s wrong, gorgeous?” Before you could even reach the handle, Hanma had already pulled you onto his lap in a firm grip. With sorry eyes, you smooth his chest and tugged on his collar softly, “I’m… married.”

With one push of his knees, your body fell onto his, letting his sinful lips lap on the cleavage exposed by your low neckline dress, “This— is wrong.” you gasped out, clutching onto his suit.

“Then tell me to stop, and I will.” He insists, but you were already too deep into his touch, and instead, your hands finds themselves discarding the buttons of his suit which landed you getting bent over on your own desk, at the end of the day, mutually claiming that it’s just sex.

But what you both didn't realize at that time is when your regular affair grew into taking on missions together, having dinner at unreasonable hours, and attending lavish events with each other.

Hanma is still clueless of what your marriage looked like, and he refuses to know. He was the other man, but he didn't feel like one. How could he when you constantly allowed yourself to be drawn into his antics and gave him your undivided attention?

That's why he started to worry when he noticed the crack in the glass— you have been staying home longer than usual, wearing your wedding band more frequently, then eventually having your husband fetch you at work.

And he finally gets the chance, in his car after a successful mission, your phone rang and displayed your husband's name on it, but instead of picking right up, you sent him a glance, a rather inquisitive one. “Okay, here it goes—” and with his words, the car brakes all at once.

“Your choice, it’s simple— him, or me. And I’m sure that he’s great, but, [ Y / N ], I love you.” And that was then you realized that it had already become more than a casual affair.

At the end of the day, Hanma only wishes that he is the first star you'll be gazing at when the night falls.

𝐑𝐀𝐍 — “What does he have that I don't?”

He was used to working towards everything he’s ever had. However, he’s envious of how Rindou easily had you under his touch. It’s a pity— how worthless all his efforts turned out when you fell right into his little brothers’ arms. Maybe, it was a “youngest sibling” thing; to be able to get anything they want at will.

He was never selfish with Rindou… But couldn't he be even just for once— with you?

“Hi, I’m glad you could be here…” Your embrace was the perfect Christmas present to him as he welcomed you into their home. This Christmas Eve, your gifts to each other is the precious time, the thought you put into it as you spend it together. So other than the wrapped chocolates and gifts beneath the tree, your Christmas didn't come from a store... and, you know what? It really did mean so much for Ran.

He appreciates your company, hell, even just your presence— to be with him and Rindou on aimlessly planned days, to the ones that matter most. And even if you hadn’t realized it yet, he wished you could give him the same attention you do with Rindou.

“Where’s Rin?” You question as he serves you a hot cup of cocoa, and he could feel his heart aching for a second. “He got some ice. He’ll be back soon.” He flashed a smile and offered you his company on the couch.

He wanted to be jealous of Rindou, but at the end of the day, he knows that the choice is all yours to make, and that harboring resentment toward his brother is the last thing he would do in this world.

He was savoring the remaining time he had to himself with you, listening intently to every word you beautifully spoke and cracking up at your jokes. But when Rindou comes back, he notices how your eyes shine.

That glimmer of admiration— something he looks for but never finds until the younger brother is around.

Being drunk switches off the best parts of your brain and leaves the fool to run your life, to run your mouth. But for Ran, it silenced the longing in his heart that you aren’t his to love.

It takes a lot of condensed pain to produce each drunk, and so to look out there and see the storm clouds is enough to break both soul and heart.

And as he returns after the fourth refill, he finds you and Rindou passed out on each other on the couch, with his face snuggled up to yours that flashed a faint smile. So with a bittersweet smile, he pulls the neighboring blanket over your bodies, and tuck your hair away.

Ran thought his heart would break seeing her love someone who is not him; although it did for a moment, he slowly felt full of life upon seeing the two most important people in his life finally get together.

#tokyo revengers #tokyo revengers x reader #kakucho x reader #ran x reader #hanma x reader #shuji hanma x reader #ran haitani x reader #hanma x reader smut #angst #tokyo revengers headcanons #izana x reader #rindou x reader

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okanra · 1 year

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It’s been quite sometime since the last time I post something here, quite eventful as well, the event kinda slapped me awake lol, but continuing the previous topic with all the “fun research” is gonna take more time to clean up the drafts (I already wrote the outline since January and the updated version in March 1st) so I’ll post it some time this month. But before that, read the next chapter in my current webseries project! It has more than 30 pages, started out in August 2022 and has finished in March this year. During the production stage of this series a lot had happened so it took 7 months for it to actually be completed 💩

That being said I also opened a Patreon in last year’s August/September! 🎉 The Patreon mostly will be used to support me during the production stage of this weberies because right now I can only spend some hours of my sleeping time to draw it. I work a lot in real life, but every single second that I’m free I currently spend it all on this personal project. And it uh, requires more brain power than I originally thought (sometimes, I can’t help thinking that I should have drawn pure fanarts and nsfw stuff and call it a day instead lol). So if you’re interest in this project and want to support me so I can pump it out faster, consider looking at http://www.patreon.com/kahnguyen (for some reasons the links don’t work in this post so I gotta type it out manually)

And now, without further ado, let’s jump into

“The Iron Woman”

Oh yeah I almost forgot! If you’re new here and are interested in getting to know more about it, links to the webseries is pinned on my page along with the previous comics📌 This webseries is a compilation of many short stories that fit into one world, one alternate (and subverted) universe and timeline, and focuses on one plot. Below is some of the preparations I made when this chapter was properly written in August 2022.

Finish the reading the brief introduction? Let’s dive back into the comic. If anyone saw some errors, no, no you didn’t see anything 😌

NEXT UPDATE

#goten #chichi #trunks #dragon ball #truten in high school au #my comic #dragon ball z #dbz

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elusivewildflower · 1 year

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I Want You to Stay | Luke Glanton x Reader

Pairing: Luke Glanton x F! Reader

Summary: The carnival is back in town, and you’re hoping to capture Handsome Luke’s attention just like last year. After all, the news you have to share might be enough to keep him around for more than a few days.

Warnings: Not much, it's generally pretty sweet and fluffy. If you've seen the movie, think kind of how it went with Romina & Luke, except Romina would actually want him to know his son and be around.

Word Count: 2.2k

A/N: It's been forever (again) since I've written something. But this idea has been sitting in my drafts for months. Somehow, I perfectly managed to get the word 'Stay' in Navy and Roo's @the-slumberparty One-Word Warm-Up, and immediately knew which fic to work on. I know it was supposed to be a drabble for the warm-up, but this totally went longer than that.

Your heart beat wildly in your chest as you grew closer to the sound of motorbikes revving their engines. The carnival surged around you, children screaming with delight, people laughing and cheering as they won a game, and even the faint sound of a live band playing in the distance reached your ears. It had been a year since this particular carnival was in town, setting up shop the last weekend in September, and it was opening night. You were late, which is why you were currently hustling your way through the crowds to reach your destination. Work had been way too busy to leave early, let alone on time.

As you made your way into the tent, your nose scrunched up from the smell of exhaust. It was never your favorite, but you had your reasons for enduring the stench and the aggravatingly loud sound of dirt bikes in an enclosed area. Making your way towards a seat, your eyes caught a glimpse of the reason and you felt your breath hitch in your throat. His bleached blond hair was hidden beneath a helmet, but that red leather jacket gave him away. Handsome Luke and the Heartthrobs. Well, you only cared about Handsome Luke.

You managed to get his autograph last year, and let’s just say that the two of you hit it off quite well. He may have only been around for three days, but you spent each and every hour that you possibly could together. Most of those hours were spent in your bed – but you held no regrets for that. It was, however, the exact reason you were here. Sure, at the end of the weekend, the two of you decided it was just a fling and you’d move on, but he never once called or texted. The phone may work both ways, but what you had to tell him, you didn’t feel comfortable speaking over the phone. Hell, you didn’t even feel comfortable telling him in person a year later, but you knew you had to. You owed him that much.

When the show was over, you sat patiently as the audience slowly dispersed from the tent. He hadn’t seen you yet, but you knew he would. As if he could sense your presence, his attention turned towards you after saying goodbye to his mates. An unlit cigarette hung from his lips as he closed the distance between you. Just as he was about to reach you, a group of kids called out his stage name, holding up various items that they wanted him to sign. He glanced back and forth between you and them.

“I gotta sign some autographs. Will you stick around?” He rasped out, a hopeful expression upon his face.

His gruff voice seemed like music to your ears after not hearing it for so long. It brought back memories of all of the things he used to whisper to you. The memory and his presence simultaneously calmed and made you feel anxious. You opened your mouth to speak, but you couldn’t find your voice. You suddenly felt hot, like a blush was creeping up your cheeks and your hands were growing sweaty. You settled for nodding, and pulled your bottom lip between your teeth.

He took that for an answer and turned on his heel to appease the young children with his autograph. Honestly, you liked watching him with the kids. He was always good at putting on a show, answering any questions they had and devoting his attention to them for a short time. A soft smile pulled at your lips as you hoped he’d react positively to the news you had for him. It didn’t ease the butterflies in your stomach, but you supposed for a moment they were there for a different reason.

Luke made his way back over to you, eyeing you up and down. “Are you free tonight?”

You bit down on your bottom lip as you nodded. “Yeah, I’m free.”

A smile graced his tattooed face. “Good. You wanna go for a walk?”

You hesitated for a moment. “Uh, actually, can we go somewhere private? To talk?”

Luke’s brows pulled together slightly, but he nodded. “Yeah, of course. Follow me.” He gestured towards the entrance to the tent with his head, moving in that direction a second later.

He made sure that you were walking in step with him as he made his way to the employee’s designated smoking area. There wasn’t anyone around at the moment – and you assumed that was either because not many employees smoked, or they were all too busy working. Luke took a seat on the bench and patted the spot next to him before lighting up the cigarette that was still hung from his lips. When you sat next to him, he rested his hand on your bare thigh.

“So, how have you been?” He questioned, taking a drag from his cigarette before blowing the smoke in the opposite direction of you.

“Good. How about you?” You asked right back. You hated this small talk, but you were still trying to work up the nerve to say what you needed to.

Luke gave a nod of his head, taking another pull from his cigarette. “Good.” He replied.

The two of you sat in silence for a moment as he smoked.

“So, you wanted to talk?”

You nodded. “Yeah, I, uh, need to tell you something.” God, this was so much harder than you thought it would be. Your heart was beating so fast, it felt as if it would give out at any moment.

Luke gazed at you expectantly, a brow raised.

“Luke, when you left, I found out that I….” You trailed off, the words dying in your throat.

His warm hand squeezed your thigh gently, coaxing you to continue. “That you….?”

You sucked in a breath of air, your eyes locked with his. “I was pregnant.”

There was silence once again as Luke processed your words. You watched as he blinked a few times, completely stunned by this revelation. He took a long drag from his cigarette, the smoke he blew out of the corner of his mouth a second later billowed around him.

“You were pregnant?” His voice was soft, almost a whisper.

You nodded, releasing a heavy sigh. “Yeah,” you paused for a moment, watching for his reaction. “Luke, you have a son.”

Luke nodded to himself, his eyes breaking away from yours as he glanced around timidly, pulling another drag from his cigarette. “Where is he?”

“He’s here, with a friend.” You turned to look in the direction you had left your best friend and son prior to entering the tent, even though you couldn’t see them from where you sat. “The bikes would’ve been too loud for him, he’s only three months old.” You explained, bringing your attention back to Luke.

Luke’s eyes met yours once more. “Can…Can I meet him?” His question was spoken just as softly as the last few, as if he were nervous.

Your heart swelled in your chest, a bright smile spreading across your face. “Of course.”

Luke stubbed his cigarette as you moved to stand, and he followed suit. The two of you wordlessly make your way through the crowds, nerves radiating from each of you, until you spot the familiar head of your best friend, holding your son in her arms. She was crouched down, pointing towards a goat in the petting zoo.

You call out her name as the two of you grow closer, gaining her attention. She raises to her full height, shifting your son onto her hip as she spins to greet you. Her eyes land upon Luke and a small smile spreads across her face.

“I see you managed to find him.”

You chuckled softly, reaching to take your son from her arms as he noticed your presence. He was already reaching for you before you could even introduce him to Luke. “That I did.” You responded cheekily.

As you turned towards Luke, your best friend stepped away to give you some space. “Luke, this is your son, Noah.” You spoke softly, watching as he gazed at Noah in awe.

Noah was playing with your hair, thankfully gently at the moment, and glancing all around. That is, until Luke spoke and drew his attention.

“Can I hold him?” He asked, rubbing his hands together a few times before wiping them off on his pants. He probably had motor oil and God knows what else on his hands from the show. None of that bothered you, though.

“Yeah, of course,” you replied without hesitation.

Now that Luke had Noah’s attention, he was making grabby hands at him. Luke chuckled softly in response and carefully took him into his arms. Noah had always been a baby that loved to be held, but there was something about seeing him in Luke’s arms that made you feel complete. You wondered if somehow Noah knew who Luke was to him, because the way that he looked up at Luke seemed significant. His chunky little hand reached up and patted Luke’s cheek, then poked at the dagger he had tattooed under his eye, babbling nonsense all the while.

The two of you laughed as your infant continued to explore his father. He was reaching for all of the tattoos he could see on Luke’s skin, and tugging at the collar of his red leather jacket. They were all such new experiences to Noah, but his excitement was palpable. You glanced around for a quick moment, noticing that the crowds were beginning to die down.

“Do you want to walk around for a bit with him before we have to leave?” You asked, drawing Luke’s attention from Noah.

He glanced around at the dispersing crowds for a moment before nodding. “Yeah, let’s go for a walk.”

As you walked around the carnival, passing by the games, food trucks, and the tent where Luke performs, neither of you spoke. Noah was the only one babbling and making noises as he saw new things to be excited about. However, as the carnival entrance was in sight, Luke was the one to break the silence.

“Has it been difficult?” He asked quietly.

“Hmm?” You questioned, your head turning to look at him. You were too busy lost in your own thoughts to know what he meant by his question.

“Raising him on your own, has it been hard?” He explained, asking his question in a different manner.

You nibbled on your bottom lip as you mulled that over, eventually nodding. “A bit, yeah.” You then shrugged. “But my mom helps babysit when she can.”

Luke nodded, his expression thoughtful as silence fell between you once more. It wasn’t necessarily awkward, but it was clear that neither of you quite knew what to say. You’ve had three months to acclimate to having a son, and nine months that he grew in your belly to prepare. Luke, on the other hand, did not. You knew it came as a shock to him, to say the least.

Noah stayed in Luke’s arms until the three of you reached your car in the parking lot. That was when Luke gave him back and watched as you buckled him up properly in the backseat. He leaned against the car as you leaned against the open door, staring at each other for several moments. It seemed like neither of you would find the right words to speak, until Luke’s eyes finally left yours and drifted towards your son.

“I don’t know what to do.” He admitted weakly.

Your brows furrowed as you followed his gaze. “What do you mean?”

Luke licked his lips and raked a hand through his hair. “I leave in two days. I won’t be back until next year.” He paused, shaking his head. “I don’t know what to do.”

When your eyes meet once again, you can see the confliction clear as day on his face.

Nervousness stirs in the pit of your stomach again as you open your mouth to speak. “You could…stay?”

Luke seemed confused by your suggestion. “Stay?”

You nod your head slowly, glancing towards your son who had begun to doze off in his carseat. “Yeah. You could stay here and help me raise Noah.” You explained.

“You really want me to stay?” Luke questions, drawing your attention back to him. His expression is a bit unreadable, but his tone conveys his disbelief that you would want him to be in Noah’s life — in your life.

A warm smile spreads across your face. “Yeah, I do.”

The corner of Luke’s lips turn upwards for a quick moment as he looks between you and Noah. “I’ll stay then.” He confirms confidently, taking a step closer to you. His hand reaches up to cradle your jaw, his blue eyes gazing into yours for a moment before he presses a gentle kiss to your lips.

As the two of you part, a smirk pulls at the corner of your mouth. “Don’t think that I’m just forgiving you for not calling or texting, though.” You tease, feeling far removed from the annoyance you once held for that slight. After-all, you reminded yourself once more, the phone does work both ways.

Luke chuckled slightly, leaning in to capture your lips in another kiss. This time, your lips pressed against each other more passionately, your arms wrapping around his neck and his around your waist. It was several long moments before he pulled away, resting his forehead against yours.

“I’ll make it up to you, I promise.”

#luke glanton #luke glanton fic #the place beyond the pines #myfics #ryan gosling #ryan gosling fic #the place beyond the pines fic

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wings-of-ink · 1 month

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First Devlog?

Hello everyone...boy, there are a lot of you already, still trying to digest that...

So, I gather that I should do these logs on occasion. I do not know how often, perhaps just when I have a few things to say. I will try not to ramble too much, but my fingies like to talk.

Anyway, I am working on chapter 3 right now. There’s some fun moments so far in it that I hope you’ll like, and we’ll get to meet Zahn, Duri'naan, and then Rundis. I’m trying not to rush because there are some exciting scenes that I’m eager to get to. I’ve outlined them to tide myself over until I get that far. There’s some quiet moments you’ll get to have as well, and right now I feel like that’s what I’m struggling with. Those areas of my story are like bridges to the next, more exciting, parts and sometimes I feel like they fall a little flat. But, I’m trying to keep in mind this is my first draft. I’ll go through it another time or two to perk things up. Those moments are still important for letting the MC get to know each RO.

My mind has been in a million directions lately too, and I’ve had a lot of ‘duh’ moments. I’ve done so much world building since I started this last year (around August/September I think), that I have pockets of important details that I kinda just forgot! So, I plan to re-read all the notes I’ve made and try to also put them into one place. I have some in my phone, in a notebook, and in no less than three folders on my laptop. It’s a wonder I have survived this many years…

What you can expect for coming updates…

-A couple fixes, of course – thank you to those who found some of those pesky buggy bois for me.

-A nicer front page, instead of being slapped with my ramblings, I’d like to actually have a nice start page. I’ll figure it out eventually, lol.

-I’ll be adding a name bank to the MC’s Nameday scene that will also show you what each name means, so if that is important to you, it’ll save you the internet search. If it tickles your fancy, the name selection will correspond in some way to the marks (names meaning "night" or "storm," etc.) so you can theme your MC a bit.

-Extra coding in case you decide to shorten MC’s given name to just “Ravi.” I did not once consider that anyone would do this, and my first play-tester – my own spouse – did….He told me about it since it made some dialog with Oswin make zero sense, and then I published the story without fixing it because I completely forgot about it.

-Different contrast color for dark mode links. I feel like I have drastically improved this with a new gold color. In retrospect, I don’t know why I didn’t use the gold before. I love it as an accent, I use it all over! The blue never felt 100% right, but my brain shut down after thinking about it too long. Here’s a sample and a (M) Zahn tease:

When can you expect an update?

I’d like to make my next update during the Amare Games Festival, ideally containing both chapters 3 and 4 since they go pretty tightly together. This will also insure that you meet the rest of the posse. It’s a tall order for both chapters to be submitted on time, and I don’t want to rush them either, but I’m going to try really really hard, lol. I will focus first on polishing chapter 3, so that no matter what, I can at least get it out in time.

Here’s a link to the post about it:

And this is the submission time frame: open from March 31st 2024 at 11:00 PM to May 1st 2024 at 12:00 AM

As a side message, should you want to read on…

I also wanted to give you all a big, like really big, heartfelt thank you. I have received so many kind messages and comments that I just can’t believe it. I am so happy (and honestly, genuinely shocked) that you’re enjoying my IF, and I’m motivated to work hard so you also enjoy each new chapter of your journey. There’s so many secrets I want to share with you about the world, and I am struggling to be patient myself, lol.

I am not usually a very open or social person, and I was scared for a long time to share anything I wrote. I reached a point in my personal life in the last few years where I just needed to embrace what I loved to do and share it with a community that shares in that love. I encourage you to do the same whether there is a story in your heart, music on your lips, or a paintbrush in your hands. Life is NOT about your 8-5. We may not be able to survive without it, but whatever moment you can, do what you actually love. Put away the those things that don’t matter, the things that stress you - including people, and make time for who you are.

Thank you all and take care!

~Lunan

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louloulemons-posts · 3 months

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The Criminal And The Princess VI

Grumpy!College!Eddie X Sunshine!Skater!Reader

Summary : It’s time for Eden to get back on the ice, but she can only feel like Eddies hiding something.

Word Count : 1.4k

Warnings : not proofread, sad eddie, it’s just a lot of fluff, big skating chapter, swearing.

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Early mornings in September, it was starting to get cool, the sky was dimmer each morning for longer. This drive to the rink may be my final one with my windows rolled down.

I smiled, today was gonna be a good day, I could feel it. Honestly I had been smiling since the night before, the sweet text I had from Eddie sent me over the edge.

Unknown : Hey Princess, I just wanted to say I had a really great time with you today.

Unknown : Oh shit it’s Eddie btw

Of course Robin and Nancy had teased me for the rest of the night because of how much I had been grinning whilst we had a conversation. Just small talk. That’s all it was.

Just getting to know a friend.

A friend.

Because that’s all Eddie was a friend.

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It was 6am on a Monday so the rink was dead, bar the maintenance staff who I waved at as I walked by. There was one other person, sat in the rink, on those cold seats.

“Irene!” I said, loudly enough so she’d hear me, but not too loud as to make her jump. “Oh my love!” she grinned, walking over to me quickly and wrapping her arms around me.

“I’ve missed you so much,” I said into the hug, it mumbled slightly, but her chuckle said she’d heard it. “I’ve missed you too Eden.”

Pulling back I took her in. She was truly one of the most beautiful people I’d ever seen, golden hair and eyes and curls that anyone would be jealous of. Along with that gorgeous smile.

“How’s Cole? How’s baby Dorian? More importantly how are you?” I asked.

“We’re all great, Dorian is at home with his dad. And here I am, back with my favourite girl,” she pinched my cheek.

Yrene wasn’t massively older than me she’d turned 33 the same year I’d turned 22. She was the best though, always knew she wanted to be a trainer and not a professional.

So when dad found her and we got on like a house on fire, Irene took me under her wing not just as a student, but as a younger sister.

“How are you doing my love? Dad giving you a hard time?” She asked. I nodded, but shrugged also, “When does he not?”

“That’s why I’m here, so we can use your routine. As soon as I say it’s good, or it’s mine, he’ll be happy.” I sighed, because I knew it was true.

The amount of routines I’d made, or co-made with Irene that my dad had no clue about was ridiculous. Purely because he’d hate them if he knew they were my own.

“Do you want to show me?” She asked.

“Sure. Just so you know, it’s simple. Dad saw my first draft and said I should go back to the basics because I’m sloppy.”

“If he says anything like that whilst I’m here I’m throwing my skates at his head,” she said, you knew she wasn’t even joking. She was as, if not more, protective over you as Robin and Nancy.

“I’ll take your word for it.”

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“Well I thought you said it was basic?” Irene asked as I skated over to her. “It is.”

“Your lutz, your axles, the spins, the jumps. Honey, it’s not basic, and all the moves are clean and sharp.”

“Really cause dad-“ She held up her hand, stopping me from finishing my sentence. “Can Ethan Bennett skate?”

“Well he played hockey, so.”

“Can he figure skate?”

I shook my head, “No.”

“No he can’t, that’s right. Now I’m going to tell you, and you will listen to me Eden Bennett. That routine was fantastic, you are amazing. Okay?”

I looked at her face, trying to sense any lies in her words. “Okay.”

“Good, now what the hell did you take out of that routine to make it ‘basic’?”

“A salchow and a,” I mumbled the last part.

Yrene leaned on the barrier, getting closer to me, “What was that?”

“A .. a backflip.”

“Jesus fucking christ Eden!” She exclaimed, throwing her hands up. “I told you no working on them until I’m back! It’s so dangerous!”

“I know I know, but I’ve got really good!”

“You could have really hurt yourself too!” She replied, hands coming up to rest on her pulled back curls.

“Well you’re here now,” I bit my lip so I wouldn’t smile, knowing she’d probably drag me off the ice. “You’re lucky I love you. Jesus christ I’m never letting Dorian skate.”

The woman sighed as she did up her own skates and headed over to the centre of the ice with me. “What part of the song would be playing as you did the move?”

I handed her one of my earphones, letting her listen. “Hm, it could work. Alright show me. But I swear even a wobble, we’re practicing on mats.”

“Okay okay!” I plugged my earphones back in, when the music built up I leaped into the air, spinning. Landing on one foot I glided across the ice with ease.

The older woman watched me with her arms crossed. “How long have you been practicing that exactly?”

“Before you left for maternity leave.”

“Please tell me not on ice.”

“No,” I dragged out the last letter. She cocked a brow asking me where, “On the sofa cushions at my dads.”

“Jesus fucking christ.”

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Practice had gone on until just past 8, so I had enough time to clean up and head to my class. Irene had mentioned having a word with dad about making the routine more complex.

I swapped out of my skating gear and into some jeans, a top and a knitted cardigan that Nancy had got me for my birthday.

Walking into class I immediately met the gaze of a brown eyed boy, without hesitation I went and sat behind him. “Morning,” I smiled.

“Hey,” he said softly, not looking up at me now.

“You alright?”

“Yeah, just tired.” I hummed, nodding. Taking out my notebook, I noticed Eddie fiddling with his rings, almost wringing them.

“Eddie.”

“Hm?”

“Look at me.” This was the first time since he was on stage that I had seen him with his curls unbound. They fell just below his shoulders, and hid his face.

He looked up at me, he looked - sad? I leaned closer to him so I could whisper, “Are you really okay?” It was almost like he was reading a book whilst looking at my face, trying to take everything in.

“Not really.”

“Do you want to get shakes after class? We don’t have to talk about it, but maybe the company would help,” I suggested.

“Yeah, yeah I’d really like that,” he nodded, “Thank you Eden.”

“That’s weird,” I scrunched my nose.

“What?”

“That’s like the first time you’ve used my real name.”

There it was, his grin. “Well I’m sorry Princess, I won’t use it again.”

“Hm, you better not.”

“Why? Like being my Princess?”

“Something like that.”

I moved away from him so I could sit up straight, hearing him hum as I did so. I then spotted Vickie walked in and waved, she came and sat on the other side of me.

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Me and Eddie sat across from each other in a booth in the diner. He was unusually quiet, I didn’t like it. “Hey, did my dad speak to you?” I asked him.

“Uh yeah, I meant to say. Sorry,” he was so out of it. “It’s okay, no need to apologise,” I reached over the table and gently squeezed his hand.

He flinched slightly, but relaxed soon after. “Eddie.” He hummed at me. “I know I said I wouldn’t ask, but did something happen?”

“I don’t think it’s a good idea to talk about it.”

“We don’t have to if you don’t want to.”

“Is it okay if we don’t?” he asked, wide eyed, almost like a child. “Of course it is,” I said squeezing his hand.

“Are you busy for the rest of the day?” I asked him. “No, why?”

“After our shakes, we’re gonna go and grab some lunch and then we’re gonna watch some movies at mine. Sound good?”

He grinned at me, “That sounds really good. Finish your shake.”

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ghostfaceaddams · 3 months

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tnhome | chapter one

summary: A look at Tara's current lifestyle and a look back at burying her mother.

warnings: 18+, talk of violence, talk of addiction, cussing, and a funeral for a flashback. That's all, I think.

word count: 3,446

a/n: Hope you all enjoy! It's been done a long time and in my drafts for half that amount of time and hasn't been posted because I was too nervous to. But here it is finally!

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One-thousand-and-ninety-five days. That’s how many days it had been since Tara last saw or heard from her big sister. A full three years. That was all going to change tonight. Pretty soon, Sam would be back and the big bad monster that was their mother would be gone. The sisters could be reunited again, and Tara could finally be happy again.

While Tara didn’t get Sam back that night, Sam did return to Woodsboro in December. On the first day of the month, she showed up on the Hicks’ front door step and politely asked for Tara. She made sure to thank Judy - and Wes - for looking out for Tara the last three years and for taking the young girl into their home for the past seven months. Before Judy returned Tara to her big sister, Sam had to prove that she was sober. That meant providing signed documents from AA meetings and a urine test. Her one year sobriety chip wasn’t too bad either.

So, after that, the Carpenter sisters were reunited. Now it was September 8th and school was back in session. It was Tara’s senior year to be exact. All the parents of her friends always said that their senior year was the most fun and the easiest (as well as the saddest), but so far it had been nothing but hell for the girl. Especially seeing you draped all over Amber all the fucking time. In the halls, in class, in the cafeteria, in and outside of school. Seeing those two so smitten together was nearly unbearable for Tara. The Latina couldn’t help the visions she had; visions of a buck 120 and blood, the resemblance to her mother’s dead body uncanny. “Tar-Bear, you listening to me?” Tara blinked away the bloodlust and focused on you.

She couldn’t help but smile at the glimmer in your eyes and scooted closer. The two of you were sitting on her bed attempting to do homework but were really listening to Mitski and talking. It was one of Tara’s favorite activities to partake in with you. “Sorry, you know Mitski just tends to take me to some other universe with her music.” You ducked your head down as you snickered and shook your head. This only caused Tara’s smile to widen into a prideful grin, that grin was mostly reserved for just you. “I was asking if you wanted to come over and watch Barbarian this Friday. I’ve heard nothing but good reviews and I think it might be that elevated horror that you prefer.” “You just want to see Bill Skarsgård.” Tara grinned. You reached down and flicked Tara on the nose, causing the shorter girl to wrinkle her nose and roll away for a second. But just a second, because she could never stay away from you for too long. There had been numerous times in the past two years where Amber and Tara had gotten into fights - a few had even turned physical. Amber was always so smug, thinking that she could get you to turn on Tara - your best friend - and believe your girlfriend instead. It didn’t work, of course, but you didn’t pick either side. Tara knows why, and it makes her entire body fume with this rage that had her teeth nearly shattering from her clenched jaw and had her hands trembling.

Sam was so perceptive when it came to her baby sister, she could detect the ever-slightest twitch to the side of Tara’s lips and how rigid her tiny body got. It was usually when their mother would - inevitably - do something to hurt her daughters (verbally or physically). But Amber was caught on the receiving end quite a bit as well. Sam never really did understand why the two were friends and she didn’t understand why they were still friends. Amber was always stealing things from Tara, like her crayons or toys or friends, or her crush. She’d be the first to spat foul words or initiate physical roughness with Tara. It only got worse the older the girls got. The past two years had been a startling confirmation of that. “So it’s mutually beneficial, that’s just more reason for you to come over and watch. Or I could come over here if you’d like.”

You carefully moved a few strands of inky black hair from Tara’s face, noticing the way her eyes swelled with adoration and her body sagged against your lap. “Just you and me, right?” Tara couldn’t help but ask. Tara couldn’t help herself with a lot of things; couldn’t help but call Sam every day after she had left, couldn’t help but sneak over to your house even though she would receive a beating from Christina the next day, couldn’t help but get into physical fights with anyone who so much as slightly elevated her heart rate (especially the ones who spoke about fucking you or would stare at your ass).

Couldn’t help but plunge a knife into her mother repeatedly. “My parents are going to be gone this weekend for some conference my dad has, Amber’s going with the twins and Liv to Crater Point for some stupid party, and Wes is spending time with his mom. So, unless Sam would like to join us, it will just be me and you. And Chrissie, of course.” Chrissie was your dog, named after Jordana Brewster’s character in The Texas Chainsaw Massacre: The Beginning and gifted to you by Tara.

The young Carpenter had of course checked with your parents first; dogs cost a shit ton of money and Tara didn’t want her best friend’s parents to hate her when they practically loved her more than their biological child. Took most of Tara’s money from savings and her paychecks all summer, but Chrissie was worth it. Anything was worth getting to see you smile. Your happiness was Tara’s number one priority in life, and she hated that she was slacking at her duties. She needed to step it up and figure out a plan that wouldn’t cause any ounce of pain for you. “Ah, Chrissie. I’ve missed her.” Tara sticks her bottom lip out in a pout, earning a crackling chuckle from you that sounds more like a scoff. “Well, she misses you, too.” The two of you smile at each other for a moment before easily dissolving into a comfortable silence, one that was common between them. It wasn’t the common occurrence where both would settle their attention on their phones and exist in the same room. No, it was the two of them telepathically sharing thoughts and emotions without saying a word, or to just exist with each other. Silence had always been a rule that Christina brandished in the household, the scars on Tara’s knuckles were reminders of that. Amber always blew up on you when you were too quiet because it unnerved her.

Both of you could only find solace in one another when it came to silence; you didn’t feel like a crazy person and Tara wasn’t scared to stay quiet. A buzzing filtered the air, disturbing the perfect tranquility of the moment. Seeing as how the music didn’t quiet down, it wasn’t Tara’s phone. Didn’t take two seconds for a confirmation from you as you reached over to grab your phone. The slightest puckering of lips and flutter of eyebrows was a dead giveaway for Tara about who had texted you. Amber. Fucking Amber. You typed something back before setting your phone down and gently moving from underneath Tara. She sat up and watched with disappointing eyes as you gathered your things. “Amber’s here.” You sighed. ‘Of course. Of fucking course! Amber ruins everything. She- ‘ Tara’s inner turmoil was halted when you wrapped your arms around her and hugged her tightly. It didn’t go unnoticed by Tara how you two were positioned so you weren’t in front of the window. She had purposely left her blinds open knowing that you two would be spending the day together. Make that only the afternoon. “I thought Sam and I were going to give you a ride home after dinner.” You smiled apologetically and headed towards the bedroom door, not even waiting for Tara to get up off the bed and walk you to the door.

That’d been happening a lot lately, you wouldn’t let her walk you out. It was always subtle, how you’d inch away or wave her off if you guys were at somebody else’s house. Part of Tara - the irrational part - was determined that you were sick of being her friend and were ashamed to be seen with her. The rational part of her reassured her that it had nothing to do with how you saw others seeing you and Tara, but how Amber saw you and Tara.

So, either way, the irrational part of Tara was going to win, and she’d want to rip the skin off of Amber’s face and shove it down her throat until she stopped breathing. Okay. A bit too graphic. ‘Stick to the buck 120, Carpenter.’ “I’m really sorry, Amber just showed up and I can’t really turn her down now that she’s here, that’d be rude.” You swallowed, knowing that either way you were being rude. “Tell Sam sorry for me, will you? I really didn’t know Amber was going to show up.” For the time span of two heartbeats, Tara just stared at you with this blank expression that you saw from her too often. There were some days where it was worse than others, but it hardly happened when Tara was one-hundred-percent focused on you and it was just you two. Tara blinked away her blank expression, replacing it with a cool, hard one that screamed of indifference. But her eyes always gave her away. How they would flash when they flickered down and then darkened when she looked back up.

Of course, there was various darkness’ to Tara’s eyes, so many that you couldn’t even identify what each of them meant. She blinked and swallowed and nodded her head. “That’s okay, we understand. I’ll make sure to tell Sam that.” You grimaced one last weak apologetic smile before ducking out the bedroom, quietly shutting the door behind you (as if Christina was still alive and would smack Tara for the minimalist amount of noise). Part of Tara wanted to just jump off her bed and throw her arms around your divine (and bruised) shoulders to show off to the entire neighborhood that you were friends.

But Tara knew that it was petty and selfish, and those two things could lead to some very bad consequences between you and Amber. “Fucking Amber.” Tara muttered before grabbing one of her pillows and pinning her head against her mattress, wondering how long she could hold her breath.

The sun isn’t out. Tara of course didn’t know that was going to happen when she planned this funeral. And yes, she did plan this all on her own. Judy of course helped out with all the legal mumbo-jumbo and Martha pitched in with the food for the service after the funeral, but Tara picked the date and casket and everything. She made sure she picked the cheapest casket available despite Christina making a respectable amount of money, and she made sure she went to a different cometary.

One that Billy Loomis wasn’t buried at. So many years have passed that there wasn’t any space beside the deceased, teenage serial killer anyways, but still, Tara had to make sure Christina knew that she didn’t get to be happy. ‘You say I took Sam and Dad away from you? Well fine, I’ll take Billy away from you too, for a second time. Take that, Mom.’ But anyways.

The sun isn’t out and this cometary isn’t as modest as the main one in Woodsboro. This cemetery was close to the edge of Woodsboro too, an eternal torment for Christina. She can look right down the road and see her escape! But she never left Woodsboro when she was alive, and now she no longer had the chance to, just a reminder that she once did. Yeah, Tara really put a lot of thought into all of this. The sun hiding was just an added bonus. For once, luck was on her side it seemed. “Hey, Tara.” The orphaned Latina looked up from her spot in her white, plastic chair and at the sound of the voice. She was surprised to see more people accompanying the single voice. It was the twins and Wes; Chad had been the one to speak. Showtime. She “weakly” quirked her lips up in a sad-slash-appreciative smile at the trio. “Hey guys. Thanks for coming.” “Yeah, of course.” Chad said in that serious voice of his that made his voice slightly go higher and had his eyebrows furrowing. Mindy nodded her head beside her brother. “Of course.” Wes repeated Chad’s last sentiment. “We’re here for you no matter what. Is there anything we can do for you or get you anything?” The boy went on to ask. She kept that grimace-mixed-smile on her face and gently shook her head. “No but thank you. You guys being here is doing enough.” Wes smashed his lips together and quirked them up at the corners to nod his head. The twins followed suit with their nodding.

Before they went on to take their seats, the trio took their turns each giving Tara a solo hug before deciding for an impromptu group hug.

Being sixteen-years-old and attending your friend’s funeral for her mother can be a very awkward attendance. You don’t always know how to act or what to say at a funeral when you’re only sixteen, especially when you have to comfort someone else. Tara knows that and doesn’t let it bother her.

Besides, it’s not like she’s actually sad she “had” to kill her mom and now she’s buried six feet under. She’s quite the opposite, actually. She’s elated that Christina is dead and not alive to throw another glass at her head or grip her arm so hard that it leaves marks. Tara’s happy that her mom can’t hurt her anymore, plain and simple. The teen couldn’t help but feel lonely though.

She had heard from Sam; her older sister wasn’t going to make it because she was in the middle of detoxing. Sam had been sober from alcohol for over a year, but news of her mother’s death left her consoling herself with a needle and then she just got hooked. Sam had sounded rough on the phone when Tara spoke to her, breathing heavily and speaking feverishly, but Sam reassured her little sister that she was fine. Despite her habit of lying to Tara so Tara would believe her and not worry, Tara still believed her.

That was Tara’s one fault in life: her big sister Sam. After all, she killed Christina to make Sam come back. She guesses that makes Sam becoming addicted to drugs her own fault. But then she reminds herself that Sam had already been an alcoholic, so becoming a drug addict isn’t a far stretch.

Besides, if Christina had been a decent mother that didn’t wish her child would die, this funeral wouldn’t be happening, and Sam wouldn’t have been tempted. So, it’s not Tara’s fault, she reasons with herself. It’s just fucking life, the addictive genetic and the abusive mother. Tara would never hurt Sam on purpose anyways, she loved Sam more than anyone in the entire world. Well, except for maybe- “Hey, Tara.” You. “Y/N.” Tara expressed her relief in your appearance.

She stood up and you made sure to present yourself for an engulfing hug. Tara wrapped her arms around your shoulders and closed her eyes as your arms wrapped around her comfortingly. Amber watched on distastefully. The crossed arms and scowl were a comical combination that almost caused Tara to laugh. But they were at a funeral, Tara had a role to uphold, and she couldn’t break it, or it could be detrimental.

So, she just closed her eyes again and focused back on your embrace. “Thank you for coming.” Tara said to you before pulling away from you and focusing Amber with a look. “Both of you.” “Sure, no problem. I mean, shit man, you’re burying your mom.” Amber remarked. Tara steadied the raven-haired girl with a glare of disbelief. The Latina was not impressed, clearly. Even if she did plan all of this and was happy her plan to kill her own mom worked, Tara still didn’t appreciate Amber being so crass. “Amber.” You scolded. Amber looked at you and sighed like it was such an inconvenience to her to be nice to Tara on the day of her mother’s funeral. “Sorry, Tara.” Amber said lamely. “How’re you holdin’ up?” Tara swallowed with jew clenched, letting the moment settle in the pit of her stomach. “I’m managing.” Is all Tara said. Amber scoffed, clearly not seeing why Tara was being so short with her. But before things could escalate, you were reaching out to hold Tara’s hand.

The Latina’s wide, doe eyes softened immediately upon resting on you. They pooled with wetness at the way you rubbed your thumb over the back of Tara’s hand. Oh, you were such an angel. A true blessing to every life you visited. Every morning and every night Tara would thank God for introducing her to you and becoming best friends. She appreciated you far more than Amber ever could, and she knew that. She just wished you knew that as well. The way Tara looked at you with those wide, doe eyes glistening with adoration and faux-unshed tears, it was so obvious how in love she was with you. Even someone as blind and deaf as Helen Keller could pick up on the aroma of unconditional love from Tara. How you didn’t see it was beyond her, and beyond Amber as well. Between the hand-holding and Tara’s love-sick gaze, Amber’s moment of kindness was up. “Come on babe, the service is getting ready to start.” With Amber’s outstretched hand and stony-no-room-for-discussion eyes, Tara was sure you were going to bid her farewell and she wouldn’t see you again until after the funeral. You looked at Tara who was staring at the ground that would soon swallow her mother whole, and then you looked at Amber’s calm yet demanding stare.

Then, you calmly said, “I’m going to stay with Tara.” Tara lifting her head to stare at you in awe left Amber wanting to shove the Latina’s face into the ground.

But seeing as how this was a funeral for Tara’s mother and Tara was now a grieving, sixteen-year-old, orphan, that action would be deemed unsavory. So, Amber swallowed her rage and implemented her perfect actress facade. After all the acting Tara had done, she could easily spot Amber’s. “Yeah, of course. I’ll see you guys after, okay?” Amber’s voice was light and gentle with faux compassion, and her squeeze to you and Tara’s arms felt affectionate. Amber quirked her lips up in a tiny smile meant to comfort Tara and soothe you then walked away.

As soon as the raven-haired girl was beyond your shoulder, you were squeezing Tara’s hand and gently pulling her down to the uncomfortable chair. You smiled gently at Tara when she looked at you, and it left Tara tumbling through the whirlwind of love all over again. Together, you both sat down and waited in comfortable silence for the pastor to show and start the service. Your hold on Tara’s hand never once faltered throughout the service. Even when Tara stood at the podium to give the eulogy (she was very tempted to spew all of the guttural truth of Christina Reyes like how she’d spew blood after a punch, but she held herself back), you never tore your encouraging eyes from Tara’s wobbly ones. That’s how it’d always been, just the two of you together against the rest of the world. Christina tried to take Tara out of the world and Amber tried to replace Tara, but they were nothing against you and Tara’s universal, imperishable bond. It was like…how could Tara explain it? Everything needs substance to live and adapts in order to do so. When it came to you and Tara, that’s how it was, as simple as living. If that made any sense. Tara wasn’t sure it did to most people, but it did to her, and she knew it would make sense to you as well. Just further proof of her philosophy on life with you.

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