#just normal queries someone has yeah

[wonryllis]

ᶻ 𝘇 𐰁 ! ENHYPEN REVEALING THEIR NON!IDOL S/O

╰ 𝖺𝗅𝗍𝖾𝗋𝗇𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗏𝖾𝗅𝗒, 𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗒 𝖽𝖾𝖼𝗅𝖺𝗋𝖾 𝗂𝗍 𝗍𝗈 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝗈𝗋𝗅𝖽.

𝒏o𝓉ℯs. idol!enhypen showing you. 𖥔 ݁ fluff LIB? fem!reader req 727wc.

𝗵𝗲𝗲𝘀𝗲𝘂𝗻𝗴 everyone knows okay everyone just does. it's in his eyes, it's in the way he speaks, it's in his body language, it's in the way he dresses, it's in the little advice and messages he leaves on weverse, it's in the pictures he posts. just everything exudes that he's a taken man desperately in love. his reveal is normal, an official announcement from the company the day after their contractual dating ban is over. appearing on a talk show after all excited to tell everyone about you to be hit by the realization that people actually did have idea just not that you are non celeb.

𝗷𝗼𝗻𝗴𝘀𝗲𝗼𝗻𝗴 he does not give a fuck about anyone but you. would reveal it so nonchalantly like he's on a live and fans accidentally spot you moving around in the background and he's like,"oh yeah that's my girl, would y'all like to say hi?" he'd call you over and have you sit on his lap the entire time, though not showing your face he doesn't want your privacy getting taken away. you both would laugh and interact with the comments and answer fan questions like you've been public for years. talking about first impressions, who's more clingy, why you chose him yk.

𝗷𝗮𝗲𝘆𝘂𝗻 he's scared, not for himself but for you. baby doesn't want his baby getting those hates and threats. he takes a little safer side, writing a personal note addressing the love of his life and asking to be respected and given privacy. monitors the response and as soon as everyone seems accepting he's showing you off everywhere he can, from talking about you on lives and interviews and shows to posting little tmis on social media. fans even grow to tease him with your name challenging him to things he wouldn't otherwise do. cutesy and hot alike.

𝘀𝘂𝗻𝗴𝗵𝗼𝗼𝗻 he has no intentions of revealing it like until he has a baby with you or something. but poor guy is so bad at concealing his feelings like he's on a show to give advice on fans queries and there's this specific question about how do you know you love someone and hoon is just K.O. ed rambles on about how there's this internal feeling and you just know it when you look at them, they're the best in the entire world and everything. then later on panics when articles surface about it, "oh my god baby they know! they know!" and he ends up confirming the rumours.

𝘀𝘂𝗻𝘄𝗼𝗼 this guy can't wait to let the world know about you, his special person, his home. takes every chance he gets to reveal y'all but the manager jumps in every single time telling him it's not the 'right time' yet. he's so annoyed now, he's taking it the dispatch way. sneakily going places without cover, not necessarily to you and then when the articles are out jumping at the first opportunity to introduce his lovely partner through a message to his fans. talking about how long he's been waiting to let them know this important person and how much he loves you.

𝗷𝘂𝗻𝗴𝘄𝗼𝗻 my boy is soft launching it. he's posting these random ass pictures of succulents and cardigans and hairpins and lipgloss and everyone is so confused until he starts with pictures of hands that are too pretty to be his, skirts with thighs that couldn't be him and lastly a picture of him twirling around someone with the caption,"everyone meet my baby! :))" and after that he's making everyone sick with lovey dovey pictures of you everyday everywhere, twitter, instagram, weverse you name it, everywhere! fans be getting every little update of your love life.

𝗿𝗶𝗸𝗶 leaves little hints and tricks here and there to get the fans crazy with suspicions but at the same time not enough to expose y'all. plays at it for about a year before he gets impatient and unsatisfied with just little bits and pieces wants to upload full on vlogs about his days with you. wanting to post things like 'dance challenge with my beloved' literally has it on the tip of his mouth "i love my girlfriend," begs the company to let him reveal it and they're like we never stopped you?? so he does talking about it with fans- my girlfriend does that too! my girlfriend would love that!

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#enhypen imagines #k-labels #THEY WOULD LOVE TO SHOW YOU OFF TO THE WORLD🥺 #enhypen fluff #enhypen headcanons #enhypen reactions #enhypen scenarios #enhypen soft hours #enhypen soft thoughts #enhypen drabbles #enhypen heeseung imagines #enhypen jake imagines #enhypen jay imagines #enhypen sunghoon imagines #enhypen sunoo imagines #enhypen jungwon imagines #enhypen niki imagines #enhypen x reader #enhypen x you

[ranhaitanisgf]

heyy congrats on 2k! can i request delinquent & class president + stuck together with baji? thanks and congrats again

—baji keisuke // delinquent & student council president // stuck together

☆ ˎˊ˗ i went. soooo . overboard . this was too good though once i got going i couldn't stoppp omg. all this is lowk inspired by that one scene from the webtoon a reason to die, so iykyk :3 thank you for requesting anon, and i hope youre still around 2 years later to read this! enjoyyy xoxo

☆ ˎˊ˗ warning! small references from the 'a letter from baji keisuke' prequel series!

☆ ˎˊ˗ fem!reader

☆ ˎˊ˗ wc ; 2.5k+

masterlist || 2k masterlist

the breeze of the early evening wind was doing wonders for you at the moment; it was nice to take a moment for yourself amongst all your responsibilities and just relax. 

it was even nicer that you were able to enjoy a cold beverage after completing all your student council duties; the vending machine on the rooftop was a great investment, (you’d been against it when someone pitched the idea, but you’re so glad you approved it). all of this paired with your favorite music playing through your earbuds from your iPod? 

yeah, this was a perfect moment. 

you perked up a bit when you heard the door to the rooftop open, looking to see who was there. 

“hm? oh, baji-kun!” the boy looked over to you at the call of his name, the corners of his lips turning up when he recognized you. “what’re you still doing here? i thought you would be home already.” you asked, pulling an earbud out of your ear. 

“chifuyu and ryusei were helping me with some stuff after school and we just finished up. how ‘bout you? it’s getting pretty late.” you sighed at his query, the stress coming back to you just thinking about all the things you have left to do. 

“there was a lot of club budgeting to finish because a lot of the clubs are requesting more budget. all the presidents are getting mad at me for choosing another club over them, but it’s like, maybe if you were more productive with your club, i would allot more budget, y’know? gah, just thinking about it gives me a headache…i haven’t even finished the revised budgeting for half of them…” you shook your head, sighing at the predicament. when you looked back up, you saw baji adjusting his glasses awkwardly, as if he didn’t know what to say.

“sorry about that, baji-kun. i just came up here for a small break from it and ended up complaining about it to you.”

“nah, it’s fine. ‘m kinda like that with studying too.” 

“oh, right! how has the studying been going for you-? wait, hm…” noticing that he was still standing, you paused, slipping your school blazer off and laying it down next to you, patting it. “here, come sit down! you don’t have to keep standing, y’know. i’m not gonna bite!” you teased, feeling satisfied when he came and sat down next to you. 

“anyways! how has the studying been? have your test scores been alright lately?” 

“yeah, they’ve been alright. enough to pass.” 

“i’m glad to hear it! you’re improving so much, it’s so impressive! oh, you can also always ask me for a tutoring session or if you need anything. that’s what i’m here for!” you offered, smiling at him. “i admire your diligence, so i’m happy to help with anything!” 

baji nodded at your words, a small smile on his lips. “yeah, thanks.” 

after a few moments of silence, you offered one of your earbuds to baji, who accepted. you weren’t sure if the two of you had the same music taste, but you figured it was worth a try, and surprisingly, he didn’t seem to complain at all. in fact, he even complimented your song choice, which made you feel a very normal amount of happy. a very normal amount. 

˗ˏˋ ☆ ˎˊ˗

you were scared awake by a sudden yell, jerking as you immediately sat up, wondering what was going on. 

“hey!! open this door right now!!” the banging on the door drew your attention to baji, who was no longer by your side and was yelling at the door. “hello?! shit…” he walked away from it, sighing a bit. 

now that you were a bit more awake and coherent, you realized that it was dark outside. 

oh shit…

“ohhh my god, i’m gonna be in so much trouble, ohhhh my god…” you mumbled, scrambling for your phone to check what time it was. when you finally found it and flipped it open, the only thing that popped up on the screen was the dead battery symbol, making you groan. 

“uh…” baji started, seeming a bit awkward. “the door…is locked.” 

“what?!” you exclaimed, shooting up and walking towards the door. you tried the doorknob to no avail, proving baji’s words to be true. “oh my god…dude, i’m so dead. school administration might actually kill me if they find out about this…” 

baji was running a hand through his hair, also seeming to be very stressed. “my mom’s gonna kick my ass…” 

now that you were looking more closely, you realized that baji had ditched his glasses and that his ponytail was gone, making him seem almost unrecognizable. in fact, you might not have recognized him if you’d passed by him on the street looking this way. 

in all honesty, he actually looked so much better without the thick lenses of his glasses blocking the view of his amber eyes, and you thought that his dark hair being free from a hair tie suits him a lot better. you’re curious to see how he dresses outside of school now; he would probably fit streetwear pretty good-

wait, you have to focus. there are more important things to be thinking about right now. 

right, right. 

focus. 

“baji-kun, does your phone have any battery?” 

“no…” he mumbled, his hands shoved into his pockets as he looked at the sky. you sighed, trying to think of something. in the midst of your thinking, a chilly breeze blew by, making you shiver a bit. 

“ahh, i can’t believe this is happening.” you murmured, laughing a bit at the ridiculousness of the situation. “actually though, i’m sorry about this, baji-kun. you wouldn’t be here if it weren’t for me.” you said, feeling a bit guilty. after all, you had been the one who had offered for him to sit down with you, and from what you remember, you were the one who fell asleep. 

“it’s fine, i fell asleep too.” he said, leaning down to grab your school blazer off of the floor. “here, put this back on. it’s cold.” he tossed it over to you and you gladly accepted it, brushing some of the dust off before slipping it on. it helped a bit against the cold, but you supposed you underestimated how chilly the nights get in the spring. 

baji sat back down, taking his school blazer off and setting it beside him, loosening his lie. he leaned his head back against the wall and shoved his hands into his pockets. he seemed to have given up in trying to get someone’s attention, instead accepting the situation. you were about to sit down again and do the same, but you suddenly got an idea, shuffling around in your pockets for some spare change. 

“yes! 500 yen!” you whispered excitedly, walking up to the vending machine. “hey, baji-kun, do you like red bean?” 

“huh? yeah, why?”

“one sec…” you answered, putting the coins in the machine. you picked out two red bean buns, watching as they slowly dispensed and fell into the bottom compartment. reaching into the bottom, you grabbed both of them, walking a few steps and sitting next to baji. 

“i mean, it isn’t exactly dinner, but it’s something!” you said, offering one of the buns to baji. he accepted it, saying something about paying you back as he opened the wrapper, immediately taking a huge bite. you did the same, not realizing how hungry you were until you started eating it. 

“i’m actually such a genius for this!” you exclaimed, continuing to munch on the bread. “it’s so lucky that i ended up approving the budget for this vending machine!” silence fell over the two of you as you continued eating, but you felt more content than awkward. you’re glad that you ended up stuck here with someone nice like baji. 

speaking of baji, you were still a bit caught off guard by how different he looked without his glasses and ponytail. of course, you’d noticed how cute he was even before, but the word you would go with now is more like…attractive? 

really attractive, but still cute. 

“what?” 

“huh?” 

“you were lookin’ at me.” you felt your cheeks flush, a bit embarrassed at the fact that he caught you looking at him. 

“oh, i was just thinking, you look a lot different without your glasses. do you actually need them?” baji seemed to think for a moment before he spoke again. 

“nah, i jus’ don’t want people gettin’ the wrong idea about me.” he ended up saying. “i’m trying to get better with school, so if i go around lookin’ the way i do…” 

“girls will be attracted to you?” baji sputtered at your words, almost spitting out the bread that was in his mouth. 

“hah?! no!! it’s ‘cause i don’t want people knowing i’m in a gang!!” your jaw dropped at his words, and he subsequently smacked his hand over his face. 

the information was a huge shock to you. of course, you’d heard the rumors, but you’d chalked them up to just that; rumors. after all, even though baji wasn’t someone with perfect grades, you always saw him trying his best to get his grades up, and you really admired that. 

“you…pff…you’re in a gang?! riiight…” you managed to get out, giggles starting to overtake your words. “baji-kun, you literally dressed in a sailor school uniform to get extra tutoring-!” 

“hey! that was one time!” he grumbled, his ears turning pink. you finished laughing, wiping some tears from your eyes as you calmed down. 

“okay okay, sorry. i mean, are you being serious though?” you asked, feeling a bit curious.

“yeah. only losers lie about stuff like that.” 

“okay, which one then?” 

“toman.” again, your mouth dropped at his answer, but you recovered quicker than before. 

“t-toman, like tokyo manji gang…right. yes. wait, would you get arrested if people found out you were in a gang? why can’t anybody know?”

“it’s ‘cause then random dudes start showin’ up at school to fight, and then i get in trouble for fighting.”

“ohh, i guess that makes sense. why would they bother you at school though? school isn’t the place for that stuff…”

“dunno. it just gets annoying to deal with after a while, and my mom always kicked my ass when the school called her, so it was kinda crap.” you nodded thoughtfully at his words. 

“well, your secret’s safe with me, baji-kun! pinky promise i won’t say a word to anyone!” you held your pinky out, but he just looked away from you. 

“i believe you, you don’t have to-”

“c’mon!! it’s not a pinky promise if you don’t lock pinkies, y’know.” 

“...fine.” you cheered as baji relented, gently wrapping his pinky around yours. you shook your crossed pinkies and let go, feeling satisfied, (why did that small contact with him make your heart skip a beat?) 

“there! and you can beat me up or something if i break it.” you joked, leaning your head back against the wall.

“i’m not gonna beat you up.” 

“eh? why not?” 

“i don’t hit girls.” he said matter of factly, his tone quite serious. “only assholes hit girls.” you stared at him for a moment, seeing the dead serious look on his face before you smiled, closing your eyes. 

“y’know, you’re a pretty stand up guy, baji-kun. i like that about you.” you hadn’t meant to say the last part, but you were hoping he would just ignore it. 

“...thanks.” after that, there was a comfortable silence between the two of you, the only light source being the moon. you enjoyed living in tokyo, but if there was one thing you didn’t like, it was the fact that you couldn’t see the stars at all. 

“this wall is so uncomfortable…” you muttered, trying to get comfortable enough to sleep again. you’d long since given up on trying to get off the rooftop, so you figured that you might as well get some sleep since you were sure tomorrow was going to be interesting, (you weren’t looking forward to having that conversation with the principal). 

abruptly, you felt baji’s arm across your chest, pushing the side of your head to land on his shoulder. 

“better?” he asked, seeming to have no reaction. 

“uh, yeah…isn’t this uncomfortable for you though?” 

“nah.” 

“o-okay…” you said hesitantly. if you weren’t so tired, you probably wouldn’t have been able to sleep from how flustered you were right now; after all, you’ve never had a boy offer you his shoulder to sleep on, so why wouldn’t you be flustered?

it definitely wasn’t because it was baji. 

definitely not….

it was definitely because it was baji. 

˗ˏˋ ☆ ˎˊ˗

bonus: 

chifuyu and ryusei both looked down at the sight in front of them, shock filling their bodies. 

they’d been worried when baji had skipped the toman meeting yesterday evening, and they had been even more worried when his phone had been switched off, spending the rest of the night trying to find out what happened to him. however, now that they knew what had happened, they were about to burst their seams from laughter. 

“pff…do, hah, do we wake them up?” chifuyu whispered, his cell phone out and snapping pictures. 

“n-nah, haha, they look pretty cozy…pfff…” ryusei whispered back, his cell phone also out and snapping pictures from every angle. 

in front of them was baji and you, your head resting on his shoulder and his head resting on top of your head, dozing off without a care in the world. he had draped his blazer over the both of you as a blanket, and if one didn’t know any better, they might think that the two of you were a couple. 

“pff…this is some good blackmail stuff,” ryusei chuckled, exuding a proud aura. “look at toman’s little keisuke, all grown up now and sleeping with his crush! that’s what dreams are made.” chifuyu spluttered at ryusei’s words, a shocked expression on his face. 

“baji-san has a crush on (y/n)-san?! isn’t she the student council president?!” he whisper-yelled. ryusei nodded and shrugged. 

“the heart wants what the heart wants, or something.” 

“both of you, shut the fuck up.” 

“eek!” 

“gah!” 

baji glared at the two boys in front of him, holding up a finger to his lips, telling them to shush. 

“what’re you still doin’ here? scram.” they both immediately made a beeline for the door, fearful of baji’s wrath after being woken up from sleep. 

baji rubbed his eyes, yawning a bit as he looked around. he’s not sure what time it is, but he’s glad that it was only those two idiots who saw the two of you and nobody else. 

we should probably get up and get to class before someone else comes up here. 

he turned to the side to wake you up, but he stopped, looking at your sleeping form. he chuckled a bit when he saw your messed up hair, wondering how it got so messed up when the two of you were sleeping sitting up. he leaned back against the wall, staring up at the clouds passing by. 

just five more minutes. 

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[mazeinthemiroh]

café cuddles

Genre: Fluff, Lee know x Reader, One-Shot

Word count: 2k

Warnings: A lot of fluff

Requested?: Yes

Synopsis: It was about time that you treated your boyfriend to a little trip to the cat cafe.

Author's Notes: I really hope you enjoy this. As a Lee Know and cat enjoyer, I genuinely loved writing this one. It is very very fluffy!! You have been warned!!! Feel free to let me know what you think <3

"Hey, you wanna go to a cat cafe with me?"

It was a simple question, objectively. A basic query which prompted a yes or no answer. And yet it seemed to be taking your boyfriend an exceptional amount of time to answer.

You watched as your boyfriend stared intensely at you, not once breaking eye contact as he took a loud, obnoxious slurp from his coffee cup. On putting the cup down, he pursed his lips slightly, before flashing his teeth on full display with a big, wide grin. And, paired with his glorious, faded purple hair, he reminded you of the cheshire cat. Perhaps, that was his intention.

"Of course, is that even a question?" He said smugly, a small smile now replacing his grin. He fiddled with his white earphones, trying to untangle the heaped mess it had become from just living in the pocket of his coat.

"O-oh," you said, blinking at his abrupt answer.

"What? What did you expect me to say? No?" Minho chuckled as he finally untangled his earphones, before shoving them back into his pocket once more.

"Well no I knew you have cats. I just didn't know if cat cafes were your thing, you know?" You stared down at your own coffee mug, moving it in circles as if to stir the mixture that way.

You two hadn't been on too many dates. In fact, this was your third date. You found getting to know Minho on a personal level a bit challenging, but you knew that would be the case. It didn't matter to you. He had been nothing but charming and hilarious ever since you started dating. But you wanted to see him in a different environment. The only time you had met up with him was either at his work or in a normal cafe you were sitting in right now. So you wanted to change things up a little. Doing something you thought he would like.

So you were glad he excepted.

Minho suddenly got up from his seat and started to put his coat on, shoving his arm in one of the sleeves.

"W-what are you doing?" You question his sudden behaviour.

"I thought you wanted to go to a cat cafe?" He smiled as he slid his other arm into the other sleeve.

"Well yeah, but now?? You just had a coffee," you couldn't help but laugh at his behaviour. He always had random spurts of energy. Always full of surprises. You could never figure out what was going on in his head.

"Might as well go now, before it gets dark."

"Oooo someone's eager," you chuckled playfully before you put your own coat on, embracing its cosy interior.

Minho held an arm out for you to latch onto. It was a quick habit to adopt in your relationship: linking arms. You found your boyfriend was more private in terms of his affection for you, but that didn't stop him from initiating what he thought was romantic behaviour. You were both trying to feel each other out, both being in the early stages of your dating life together. It was hard sometimes, noticing each other's boundaries, your likes and dislikes, and as much as you had learned about Minho in the last three dates, you realised you had not learnt enough. Perhaps he was maintaining a cool guy image, the usual witty jokester who has not much to say about himself, but rather, plenty to say about others. He intrigued you, to say the least.

When you walked out of the cafe, you both ventured down the street, arm in arm as your steps matched each other's rhythm. Pondering over casual affairs, as you did before, you both walked and walked. A cool, easy breeze weaved between your bodies, hitting the coolness of your face and spreading goosebumps on your skin. You clung to Minho's arm further for warmth, looking up to him to see if this was okay. But his expression was blank, barely flinching at your tighter grip.

Eventually, you found your destination.

After receiving a warm reception from the cafe owners, you were both embraced by the smell of coffee beans and the sight of cats roaming all around. A lady that worked there guided you to a table and explained the rules.

"So you can order any drinks or food at the counter here. We have hand sanitiser on every table to maintain hygiene when you go to play with the cats," she listed the various rules as quickly as possible, and Minho nodded along. But he knew what to do. This wasn't his first cat cafe, after all.

You both thanked her for the information as she left, before taking your coats off and settling them on the back of your chairs.

"Oh! And one more thing," the woman shuffled back, her shoes neatly marching back to the table you were seated at, "all of the cats are adoptable. So if you do have a special connection with one and want to take them home, please fill in an application sheet at the front!"

Your head immediately flashed to Minho. His eyes were wide and sparkling. You could practically see the cogs turning in his head. The lightbulb shining in his mind. The fireworks exploding in his thoughts. This was a game changer.

Immediately getting up from his seat, Minho made his way over to the biggest playpen, where most cats were in.

"You don't want a coffee first?"

"Nah, later." He waved a dismissive hand to you as you followed him to the playpen. Clearly, there was something more important on his mind.

Seeing all the fresh, newborn kittens wobbling about, their little feet examining the floor with each delicate step, trying to keep their balanced as best as they could. Some more grown-up kittens were chancing each other around, play fighting and nipping at each other's ears, only to sink into a bundle of cuddles together. There was a mother cat that could be seen in the corner, feeding her young, and even licking some of her kittens to clean them, knowing they can't do it themselves yet. Some cats were small. Some cats were big. Some cats were black and white, some cats were brown, some ginger, some grey. Some cats had three legs, while other cats had one eye.

But all the cats were beautiful. And Minho? Minho wanted all of them.

He sat down cross-legged as he waited for little kittens to explore his body. One brave cat went up to him immediately, sniffling and rubbing itself along his leg.

"What's your name, sweetie?" Minho said in a cute, pouty, doting voice. A voice you had never heard before. You supposed he used it with his other cats at him. It made your heart burst. Who knew how adorable he was?

With gentle fingers, he scratched the head of this cat, little it become comfortable with him. And as you sat down next to your boyfriend, soon more of them had come to say hello.

Your heart was melting at the tiny little kittens. How helpless they were. And how curious they were about the world. It was endearing watching them take their settings in. And the adult cats, so ready to love. Some had been rescued from cruel owners, but now, in this environment, they were taken care of. Looked after. As they rightfully should be. A soft smile appeared on your lips.

What was more enthralling was seeing Minho completely captivated by the fluffy mayhem around him. He was thriving here. It was his happy place.

Yes, your boyfriend. The one you, before you even started dating him, said that he himself looked like a cat. Admiring his feline features, his cat-like eyes, the head-tilt he did when he was confused. The way he talked and expressed himself with both grace and sarcasm. All the characteristics of the fluffy friends he has now made today. It was like this was his home.

"Y/N..."

"Yeahhh?"

"... I want them."

"Yes, I can see that," you giggled at his childish voice and the pout now plastered on his face. "I don't think you have enough room in your apartment-"

"But I want them alllll" he sounded like a toddler about to throw a tantrum as he folded his arms, giving you an angry expression, making you laugh even more.

"Cutie," you leaned over and grabbed both his cheeks, squeezing them in your hands, making him briskly bash your hands away in a grumpy manner. "Gahh stop that!" His pout deepened.

You grinned at him. It was lovely seeing a much softer side to your boyfriend.

You were both there for a very long time, taking your time with each cat that wanted to be touched. It was probably the softest moment you had ever experienced with a partner before.

After being there for so long, it was nearing closing time. Outside the cat cafe, the world was getting darker, the sun setting behind the buildings of the city. You both made your way out of the big playpen and into the open area of the cafe. There were still so many more cats to play with, most of them maturer and confident ones who preferred being at the front of the cafe. Some set on the window sills, looking out as the people on the outside looked in, cooing at them as they stretched and posed for them. Some cats had slept the whole day, curled up in their little baskets, their bodies rising and falling softly by the gentleness of their breathing.

As you and Minho were getting ready to leave, he stopped putting on his coat when he caught sight of a cat on the other end of the window sill. He was a much older cat, you could tell. Light fur, puffy cheeks, and a grumpy frown on his face. He didn't seem to take much interest in the hustle and bustle of the people who were getting ready to leave inside the cafe. He looked like he was usually left alone, and perhaps he liked it that way. Besides, with all the new and younger cats coming in, it wasn't exactly surprising. He was quiet; meditative. He sat, staring out into the world, looking like he was contemplating life.

He was perfect.

"Go ahead, I'll meet you out there," Minho mumbled to you in a soft voice, seeing as you were ready to leave. You did as he said, waiting for him outside and buttoning up your coat.

You couldn't help but smile to yourself as you shoved your hands into the warmth of your coat pockets. Clearly, you brought out the softer side in Minho. You felt like doing a little dance, feeling like a victory had fallen upon you. You felt so honoured to have even witnessed him so happy and playful with the cats. Your heart felt glad. The affection you had for him before had only grown. Getting him to smile in such a way was all you could ever ask for.

"Ready to go?"

You turned around to look at your boyfriend, and what you saw was both a surprise and not a surprise at all.

In Minho's hands lay a little pet carrier, in which held the fluffy, grumpy old man cat. You looked at the smile on your boyfriend's face.

And you realised, in an instant, you had never met a man quite like him before.

Yep, you thought to yourself, he's the one for me.

Smiling back, you grabbed his arm as you both walked down the street you came from.

"Good choice," you giggled as he smiled sheepishly in return.

"Ha, thanks," he grinned softly, "I'm good at making choices. You know why?"

"Why?" You giggled, turning to him in curiosity. He stopped walking suddenly and, with his free, hand, he cupped your face with his hand, inching closer to your face.

"Because I chose you, too."

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[damn-stark]

Chapter 19 I’m sorry for your loss

Chapter 19 of Sugar

A/N- We have to go on a small hiatus to catch up to the anime after this chapter!

Warning- Swearing, ANGST!, fluff?, Violence, death, blood and gore, spoilers, SLOW BURN, heavy pining, long chapter.

Pairing- Choso x Gojo!fem-reader, Suguru Geto x Gojo!fem-reader

Takes place during- 2x17-2x20, and snippet spoilers for chapters 133 and 134!!

(Let me know if you want to be tagged)

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*A FEW YEARS BACK. 2008*

“I wish I was fearless like you. I’m always scared.”

You laugh softly at Mimiko’s comment, and as brave as you want to sound, you don’t stray from the truth.

“When I was a little girl,” you begin to share softly. “Just like you, I was scared.”

Nanako giggles and argues against you since all she sees now is you being fearless. “That’s not true. I don’t believe it.”

You nod. “It’s true,” you insist and glance at your right side to look at her. “When I was little I used to be scared of many things,” you continue softly. “I was scared of curses, I was scared of bugs, and almost anything that went bump in the night.” You sigh and look up at the ceiling. “Even now I'm scared.”

“Of bugs?” Mimiko probes.

You giggle and shake your head. “Just spiders. But Suguru kills those so I’m okay.”

“What else are you scared of?” Nanako queries softly as she flips to her side to watch you watching the ceiling.

You hum softly and think of lying, but they expect you to be sincere, they want you to be sincere. So you admit one truth. “I’m scared of being alone. I don’t like being alone.”

Nanako and Mimiko stay quiet for a moment as they think of your answer. You keep your eyes on the ceiling as you wait, and hope you didn’t change the way they look at you by letting them see that you’re as much of a human as them.

You want them to look up to you, yes, more than anything, but you also don’t want them to look at you like you’re someone cold and unreachable. It always felt like your parents were on pedestals; they were something you could see but never get close to or touch. You always tried to live up to their image, but no matter how much you tried it was never enough, they got higher and higher.

You want your girls to know that you’re always here, at their level.

“Well,” Mimiko breaks the silence and flips around to hug your arm, making you slowly look at her with relief. “You’ll always have us.”

“And Geto!” Nanako adds excitedly. “You’ll never be alone,” she assures you.

You look at the both of them before you grin happily and throw your arms around them to pull them close to you. “Yeah,” you whisper in a shaky voice as you try hard not to cry happy tears. “You’re both right…but you know,” you sigh and slowly grow serious so you can assure their previous insecurity. “It’s okay to be scared. You can be scared, okay? That’s okay, it’s human, it’s normal. But you know what?”

“What?” Nanako probes.

You smile softly. “You never have to fear going back to that awful place, Suguru nor I will ever, ever let that happen, okay? We’ll never let anyone hurt either of you ever again, all right?”

Mimiko and Nanako snuggle up against you and they whisper softly, “okay.”

You let out a content breath of air, and press a gentle kiss on the top of their heads.

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*NOW. 2018*

“Mimiko? Nanako?” You call out through the hall.

There’s no answer even if on your screen it says they’re just down the hall.

Maybe they’re hiding?

So you call out louder as you pick up your pace. “Nanako, Mimiko. It’s okay, it's just me.”

There’s still no response and that alone is weird, you’d usually get some kind of response, even if it’s to talk back. But right now besides the sound of Choso and your footsteps, there’s just silence.

“Maybe they left,” Choso suggests.

You look back at him with amusement. “Yeah, no, Nanako doesn’t go anywhere without her phone. Not only because it has to do with her technique, but she’s probably addicted to it. It's a problem.” You laugh softly and glance at all the deep cracks on the ceiling that weren’t here before. “Hey, I wonder what happened here,” you point out.

Choso sighs. “This is where I fought Yuji,” he shares, making you look back at him with your lips slightly parted with surprise and awe.

“You’ll have to explain your technique to me later,” you interject. “I’m very curious about how your technique works specifically. I haven’t seen anything like it.”

Choso shrugs. “It’s simple,” he deadpans.

You scoff. “It’s simple,” you mock him, making his eyebrows immediately furrow, while his lips curl to a displeased frown.

You flash him a smile and shake your finger at him. “It’s not simple, it’s complex and interesting, I want to hear about it so you have to come up with something better than it's simple, hm?”

Choso holds your gaze for a lingering moment before he nods once.

“Great,” you praise him and then look ahead again to quicken your pace as you get close to the end of the hall. “Nanako, Mimiko you can come out now!” You call out one more time with excitement.

However, when you reach the end of the hall, you immediately come to a sudden halt as you notice Mimiko bowing down in a pool of blood that's spilled all over the floor in front of the hall that leads to the elevators.

“Mimiko?” You call out quieter and feel your smile fade away when you don’t see her move a muscle, or notice Nanako beside her twin sister.

“Mimiko?” You call out again from where you are, but she still doesn’t move.

Why isn’t she moving?

Why can’t you move?

“Bunny?” You call out a third time and swallow back nervously when she remains unresponsive, and Nanako doesn’t proceed to come out and meet you.

You try to move towards her, but your eyes remain on the insane amount of blood on the floor and you can’t find the strength to suddenly move a single fiber in your body. It doesn’t even feel like your chest is taking in breaths. You’re at a standstill with your heart beginning to pound, and the obscene scene ahead of you.

“Mimiko,” you call out sweetly. “Baby get up. Whatever it is, it’s okay. I’m not mad. Just get up. Please Mimiko.”

A wet streak running down your cheeks snaps you from your stupor and makes you confused about what it can be. So you move to touch the dampness, and when you pull your fingers out in front of you, you see that it’s a tear. You’re crying. Why?

Why isn’t Mimiko getting up?

You take a cautious step forward and see that just a bit away from the thick pool of blood is Nanako’s phone that’s easily identifiable because of her vibrant green bunny case; so you quickly pick it off the ground and wonder why it's discarded and bent and cracked, because Nanako always takes good care of her phone, and hardly ever parts from it.

So why? What happened? Your heart asks.

“Nanako?” You call out and step forward to see if she’s hiding near the elevators, but there’s no one there. There’s nothing here but a gash on the wall, purple blood sprayed across the walls, and thick and deep crimson blood all over the floor that seems to have pieces of flesh littered all over it.

“Nanako?” You call out just above a whisper and keep watching the end of the hall in hopes she’ll walk out of hiding.

Yet there’s just deafening silence and a sharp jab in your heart that makes you gasp. Yet no matter how hard your mind is trying to make you understand what you’re seeing, your heart refuses to let the message through. It fights back against all the intrusion from your insistent mind.

“Okay,” you murmur and wipe away the tears that keep running down your face before you put Nanako’s phone in your pocket since she’d hate it if you stored it in The Worm.

Next, you proceed to walk back to Mimiko and fall on your knees beside her. “It’s okay,” you assure her body that feels stiff under your touch. “It’s okay, baby,” you coo and gently tighten your hold around her arm to flip her to her back. And right away you see that her neck is missing her head.

However, you end up finding it just above her body so you crawl over to pick it up and place it where it’s meant to be.

“You’ll be okay,” you assure her and feel a sharper jab in your heart that hits deep this time and makes your whole body begin to tremble. “I'm calling for help,” you let her know.

You quickly pull your phone out but feel a stare burning into the back of your neck, so you look back and see that Choso’s face had abandoned that nonchalant expression, and replaced it with pity.

And yet, no matter how hard you try to get upset at him for looking at you like there’s nothing you can do, like the end of the world is upon you; when you stare into his eyes you feel your heart crack whilst something tightens around your throat, making it hard to breathe.

You see the harsh undeniable truth in his rich brown eyes, so you quickly look away and call Shoko.

Luckily she answers right away. She’s the only one who’s answered her damn phone.

“Y/N?” She calls out with worry laced in his voice.

“Ieiri,” your voice breaks without you wanting it to, revealing your current emotional state.

“Y/N?” She calls out louder. “What's wrong?”

You part your lips and a shuddery breath escapes past your lips before you answer. “I need your help…I found Mimiko…she needs your help, okay?” You begin to sound desperate. “I know you don’t owe me anything after everything, but Ieiri, this is my girl. She’s my baby girl, okay? You need to come help her, I already lost too much, I can’t go home without the twins. Please come help me,” your voice quivers.

Shoko draws out a deep breath before she responds with urgency. “Okay, I’m going. Just text me where you are and I’ll go. And tell me her condition, maybe you can help her until I get there.”

You nod rapidly and pick up Mimiko’s hand off the floor. “She—well,” you swallow thickly and try to answer, but nothing comes out as you’re hit with a painful blow to your chest that only makes the breath in your lungs come out.

“Y/N,” Shoko insists.

You blink repeatedly and more tears come rushing out.

“Well,” you mumble. “Her head….her head was ah,” you shudder. “Her head was sliced off. And...I think Nanako was sliced to pieces…but they’re here…Ieiri, they’re here. Come help them, please, please,” you beg softly.

“Oh,” Shoko gasps. “Oh, y/n…honey. Listen to me.”

You shake your head. “No,” you interject and grip tighter onto Mimiko’s hand. “No, no, don’t tell me that. Please don’t…they’re my girls. Okay? Maybe I can get them to you? Okay? I’ll have my friend here help me, or-or I can ask Kento.” You nod as you try to find a loophole around the truth she's about to utter. “He just needs to answer his phone first,” you laugh and more tears come rushing out.

“Y/N, I’m sorry,” Shoko says in a soothing voice that she only uses when she’s being serious. “I’m very sorry, but there’s nothing I can do…they’re gone. So why don’t you come up over here and be on standby, okay? I’ll meet you half—”

You hang up and proceed to put your phone away to cup Mimiko’s hand with the both of yours while you sit in silence and shock.

Your phone rings and you know it’s Shoko trying to comfort you, but you let the phone ring as you stare off at the pool of blood around Mimiko.

Whereas you were speaking to her before trying desperately to plead for your daughters to wake up from an impossible situation, now you sit in silence with your mind's cold message finally creeping into your heart.

It tries so hard to fight, accept anything else but what it sees, but there’s no hiding from the truth unless you want to end up in a hole you’ll never escape from.

And you can’t do that, you can’t fall into insanity because Satori still needs you, she needs her mother. Hakari and Kirara still need you to teach them so much more. Itadori is still out there, as well as Nanami, and everyone else that came to fight. Not only that but you still need to help your brother. More than anything he needs your help now, so you can’t shut off.

You can only break.

And it’s what happens, slowly, and agonizingly so.

Actually, you can barely feel it at first, there were only tears showing what your soul felt inside, but then that creepy grip wraps around your throat, making your breathing heavy as you try your hardest to draw in air to keep your lungs functioning and blood pumping. However, then that weight on your chest you were numb to seconds ago as you filled yourself with blinding hope, pushes back and smothers on more, causing you to start heaving.

Your heart starts to race against your chest and thumps loudly and painfully in your ears, causing you to start getting overwhelmed to the point your paralyzing shock holding you captive let's go, letting you get slammed with the realization that Mimiko and Nanako are dead.

They’re gone.

The girls you raised since Suguru saved them 11 years ago are gone. The girls you loved and promised to protect are gone…forever.

You’ll never be able to come home to them, you’ll never hear whatever silly story of their teenage life they have to tell. You’ll never watch movies on the couch, or share a spa night. You’ll never eat junk food on your bed and fall asleep to some cheesy movie, or grip onto them when they make you watch a scary movie with them.

What’s even worse is that you’ll never hold them again, or comfort them. You’ll never say that you love them, and you’ll never say goodbye…

You didn’t say goodbye.

They were probably so scared. They were alone and scared…

You told them no one would hurt them, and now they’re gone! They’re gone forever and you didn’t get to say goodbye. You’ll never get to tell them that you love them because they're gone!

They’re gone! They’re dead!

And you can’t breathe. You can’t breathe….

Breathe…

Breathe…

Your jaw goes slack as you gasp for air. You clutch onto your chest to try and ease the agony, to try and see if that helps, but you can’t breathe and it feels like you’re going to pass out.

That is until a heartbroken wail escapes past your lips that echoes throughout the hall.

It’s unlike anything else. You didn’t even cry like this when Suguru died. You didn't let yourself, and you couldn’t for your children’s sake, but you can’t hold it in now, you can’t let it pile on anymore. So you cry out again and drop your head on Mimiko’s chest.

You don't even care that Choso might be watching, but you still check. And when you do, you see that he’s not around. You’re alone…

And it hurts more.

But…you try your best to ignore your solitude for now and manage to speak. “I’m sorry,” your voice sounds raspy from how loud you just cried out. “I’m sorry. I’m sorry…I’m sorry.”

You drag your head up and put your forehead against Mimiko’s hand. “I'm sorry,” you repeat. “I'm sorry to you too Suguru…I’m sorry I couldn’t protect our girls. I’m sorry.” You sniffle and bring Mimiko’s hand down to press a kiss on her knuckles before you hug her arm against your chest.

If only you could do the same with Nanako too, but she’s gone, completely…

“I’m sorry,” you murmur, and as you draw out a shaky breath a hand falls on your shoulder, making you jump slightly before you look back and see, Choso.

“I thought you left,” you whisper, but feel a sense of relief that he didn’t.

“No,” he says and moves his hands, causing paper to rustle and making you look down to see a large paper map in his hands that only leaves you confused.

However, before you can ask what he needs that for, he extends the map over Mimiko’s body.

“Oh,” you mouth in surprise, and watch the paper cover her completely, leaving only her hand out since you keep it against your chest. “Thank you,” you manage to utter through the shakiness of your voice.

Choso steps back and looks over at you expecting not to catch your eye, but you had been watching him too so you lock eyes and offer him a warm thankful smile that is meant for much more than just covering your daughter's body.

He could’ve left, he should’ve left, but he stayed here and you weren’t alone because of it. He was here and even if he was in the background probably feeling awkward over what he had to witness, you still appreciate his presence. You appreciate his silence because even if he doesn’t say a thing at least you know he’s here.

You’ll always remember that because he was not here after the fact, he was here now, with you. And for that, you appreciate him.

“Really,” you make your gratitude known. “Thank you…” you trail off and sniffle. “And if you want, you can leave,” you contradict your inner thoughts to spare him if that’s what he wants. “Find your father, find what you need about Itadori…I’ll find him later…I just need a few more minutes with my girls.” You nod and offer him a kind smile while you hold his gaze.

Choso doesn’t look away first because unbeknownst to you his mind was running rampant. Besides his current feelings about his father and Yuji Itadori, you ran into the mix as well and confused him more.

Whereas he worshiped you before for what you meant to him, now it feels like you're at his level somehow.

It felt like you were almost unreachable before like you were only something he could admire and feel thankful for, but now it’s different. A bit. He still very much holds you above anyone he’s met, but now besides the way he has to catch his breath when you look at him, or besides feeling his face burn when you say something that makes his heart skip a beat, he now feels the need to fiercely protect you.

After hearing your heartache, and seeing your teary eyes, he wants to protect you so he doesn’t have to see you go through that again.

It’s partially why he didn’t leave when you said he could.

That, and well, before he can do much of anything else, he still also has some things to go over in his head about what he saw in that fake memory of Yuji Itadori.

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*11:28 pm*

Everything aches and all you feel like doing is staying beside Mimiko. Even if you’re just sitting and staring off at the blood slowly drying on the floor, all you want to do is stay next to her.

Alas, you still need to keep your promise to find Itadori and be at his side as tonight continues to unfold. You need to save Satoru from Noritoshi Kamo, and eventually, you need to go home—even if you don’t want to return home without them, even if you don’t want to explain to your six-year-old daughter that her sisters won’t ever be coming home, and even if you don’t want to go back to your house and see the twins room empty, you still have to.

You need to get up even if it’s hard. You have to…

Get up…get up…

Get up.

Yet when you do stand on your own two feet you need a minute to catch your breath and grasp your surroundings. It felt like you weren’t even conscious in your body just now, it felt like an eternity passed around you.

In reality, though, only a few minutes have gone by. Which is good, if Itadori or anyone else needs your help, they need it now, not later. So it’s good that it's only been a few minutes, you can grieve properly later—

Grieve?

That sounds funny to think about.

It threatens to break you down all over again, but it also feels like you’re making it up. It’s crazy.

It’s just crazy to believe that you have to grieve Nanako and Mimiko. All because of who?

Noritoshi Kamo?

No, doubtful. It doesn’t seem like he would’ve killed them just because. You attacked him so he countered, plus when you saw the twins last it was where the trains stop, this is far from there, so it means it wasn’t him, it was someone else, but who?

Patchface?

He would’ve turned them into a curse if that was the case.

Volcano head?

No, he would’ve burnt them alive.

The other curse with them?

Doubtful.

So was it Sukuna? He’s out. Or he was out, it doesn’t sound like he is anymore.

But why would they have been close to Sukuna? Were they with Itadori?

You have to know. Later. For now, you let out a deep breath and wipe the stray tears off your face, and walk to Choso sitting against the wall a few paces away.

He sees you approaching and his lips part as he slowly sits up to begin to get up, but you plop down next to him and rest your head against the wall.

“Why didn’t you leave?” You break your silence with a raspy voice.

Choso stays quiet for a moment before he draws out a deep breath and responds quietly. “I don’t really have anywhere to go.”

You blink and slowly look over him with pity.

“Besides,” he adds. “I'm still thinking.”

You draw out a deep breath and nod slowly in comprehension. “So,” you probe and look down at the Worm draped around you. “What do you know now that you’ve had time to think?”

Choso lets out another deep breath and mumbles, “I’m still unsure, but I do know that I want to figure it out as I fight for him.” He nods softly. “I'll know soon even if it’s by my father's own mouth, or by my instincts alone.”

A tiny and exhausted smile tugs on your lips at the sound of his words. “Okay, I like the sound of that,” you compliment him and cause him to look over at you.

You also look at him and notice his lips part as if he wants to say something, so you wait. However, his eyes drift past you so you cut in. “I’m going to find Itadori too, and then get my brother back. Not for anyone else, because I know my parents are about to call me and pretend they care so I can help their golden boy. And the rest of the sorcerer society is going to expect me to save him, but,” you sigh. “I’m going to risk my life for my daughter's uncle, whom she loves. I’m going out there because I want to save my brother…” you trail off and share a comforting look.

“I guess what I'm trying to say,” you continue. “Is that if you’re going out there to find Itadori, it’s because you want to. Brother or not, you don’t have to go out there and risk your life. You’re free to do what you want after losing your brothers to him.”

Choso’s eyes drift down for a second before he looks back at you and you realize he makes incredible eye contact—“I need to know,” he says confidently. “And I owe it to my brothers to kill my father.”

You hum softly in comprehension and watch him stand to his given height. You’re about to get up, but he turns and offers you his hand.

His gesture surprises you, even if it shouldn’t, actually you don’t know why it surprises you so much. And you especially don’t know why you stare at his hand for a second longer than you wanted to, but you do and then put your warm hand on his cold one, making his breath hitch as he helps you to your feet.

“Sorry,” you immediately cut in and let your touch linger before you slide it off. “I run warm because of my technique.”

Choso assures you that it’s fine with a shake of his head, making you smile before you offer him a confident look.

“Let’s go kill your dad,” you try to encourage him.

Choso scoffs and the corner of his lips tug to a tiny half smile. “Let’s go,” he agrees with a small nod.

You step forward to begin walking away, but first, you look back at the body you’re leaving behind, and immediately your eyes fill with tears at the sight and the reminder that they’re both gone.

However, you only let a couple of tears roll out as you promise you’ll come back for them later, once your life is secure. You can’t risk having something happen to you or the Worm and losing their bodies along with it, so you’ll come after.

For now, you walk away with Choso with that positive energy long forgotten. You walk in silence now and on the brink of tears.

Choso steals glimpses at you, but he doesn’t know what to say, so he leaves the silence as it is until he has to interject with a question. “Do you also know where Yuji is?”

You break from your stupor and shake your head lightly. “No. I don’t have his location on my phone. We’ll just have to go off instinct or follow the sound of a battle. I’m sorry,” you whisper. “I can try and text him though.”

Without hearing his response you pull out your phone and send Itadori a quick message.

You to Itadori: Could you let me know where you’re at? Please. I’m going to you.

You sigh and as you put your phone away you hope he answers back. Unlike the others who haven’t even read your message.

“Uh,” you interject softly. “After this, Choso, I want to help you get your brothers back from the school.”

Choso snaps his head to you, and you slowly meet his surprised gaze and smile at him so he can know you’re being honest.

“There’s still what? 6 left, and I’ve gone in before, I can go in again,” you continue to explain through his shock. “And it’ll be easier because I currently go to the school for work. I mean sure the higher-ups and the principal won’t like it, but they can suck it because I don’t work for them. They could all die for all I care honestly,” you say without trouble or remorse for them.

“And,” you add in a sweeter and softer tone as you recall what he said a few minutes ago. “You all have a home in my community. You can go there.” You offer him an assuring smile, causing Choso’s chest to rise as his breath catches.

“Why?” He mumbles almost as if he’s out of breath.

You blink and sigh deeply. “Because,” you quickly respond. “I said I was going to take you all out before. I owe it to you to complete my promise.”

Choso lifts his eyes off your lips and meets your gaze to try and find out if you’re playing some cruel joke. But all he sees is what he saw before, what he sees in you all the time he looks into your alluring fire-kissed eyes, hope and warmth. He sees sincerity too in your grieving eyes.

So he trusts that you’re being honest.

Yet he still continues to doubt.

“But…we’re not like you,” he pauses and frowns, making his gaze show conflict that seems to make his brown eyes grow a deeper brown, almost as if they were cast over by a storm—“I’m not like you,” he clarifies. “I’m not…human.”

You stare into his eyes for a moment before you come to a stop, making him slowly mirror your action and face you with confusion mixing in with his conflict.

You proceed to hesitate as you hold his gaze, but then a few seconds later he swears he sees your eyes give off a spark, giving life to the fire lit in your eyes. And before he knows it you approach him and stop only a few inches away from where he stands.

“Give me your right hand,” you demand sweetly as you put your hand out.

Choso blinks in confusion and remains stiff, making you scoff and point at your palm facing the ceiling.

“Come on,” you insist. “Trust me, it’s okay. I mean we are going to fight together so you have to trust me or else we’ll probably die.” You smirk.

Choso’s arm twitches and he lifts his fingers, but he doesn’t give you his hand, so you continue insisting. “It’s okay, I trust you. Trust me.”

Choso lets out a deep breath through his nose and slowly lays his hand on yours, making you flash him a small and proud smile before you turn his hand so his knuckles are resting on your palm instead. You then proceed to gently place his hand against his heart, and you interlace your fingers in between his to press your fingertips against his chest.

And at the simple touch, you hear his breath hitch in the silence that fills the space between you as you feel for his heartbeat that doesn’t come at first. Since his layers are thick it takes a moment, so when you don’t feel anything, you press harder and finally feel that gentle ba-dum beat faster and faster.

“Feel that? That heartbeat?” You ask almost excitedly. “I do,” you assure him and smile at him softly.

Choso’s lips part, but nothing but a huff of air unfurls out. He also thinks you’re about to let go so he doesn’t bother trying to find something to say in the mess you’re causing in his mind. But then, you press your right hand over your chest and proceed to take his hand to place it over yours.

“It’s okay,” you assure him and interlace his fingers in between yours for him as you feel how stiff he is.

“Now feel,” you whisper and glance down for a second before your eyes flicker up to see that his gaze hasn’t broken away from you. He watches you instead of looking away or watching his hand. He holds your gaze with a deep intensity that makes you feel hot while your heartbeat thumps faster under his touch.

Not only that, but you then feel your heart skip a beat under your hands. And you hope he doesn't notice.

“Y-you,” you stammer so you stop and softly clear your throat. “You feel that right?” You ask with more confidence. “My heart beats just like yours,” you comfort him before you slip your hand off, causing his to fall to his side.

“My breath furls in my lungs, just like yours,” you continue and smile wider. “You’re human.”

Choso swallows thickly and neither of you can look away from the other for a moment that seems to grow tensful until he looks down at the floor and shakes his head. “Some of my brothers aren’t like us,” he argues. “They look different.”

You reach over and grab his shoulder, making him slowly look up at you with a deep frown painted on his face. “You see what’s around my neck right?” You quiere.

Choso glances at the worm and looks back at you.

“And a tiger cursed spirit has been almost stuck to my daughter's hip since she could open her eyes because Suguru wanted it to protect her when he couldn’t. She loves that thing, they’ve bonded,” you continue and share a small laugh. “So we see curses, we’re used to strange,” you nod. “And sure, it will take some people time to get used to seeing something new, but as long as they’re like you, as long as they don’t hurt anyone I love or anyone in the community, I’ll welcome them. And so will everyone else.”

Choso's eyebrows furrow and he gently shakes his head. “Why?” He asks.

“Why what?” You rebuttal. “Why we’ll welcome them? Well, that’s what the community is there for. That’s why I made it, so sorcerers like us can have a home…the world is not nice to sorcerers.” You sigh and grow sad as you think about Nanako and Mimiko. “So That’s why,” you finish answering his question.

Choso’s frown trembles and his furrowed eyebrows ease as his eyes grow soft and gleam…

Is he going to cry?

“Thank you, y/n,” he says in a soft voice.

You smile a bright grin as your heart skips a beat at the sight of his reaction and the sound of his voice.

“You’re welcome Choso,” you redirect and pat his shoulder before you give it a gentle squeeze. “Now come on before there’s nothing left to go to.” You chuckle and walk past him.

“Sorry,” you quickly add. “That joke was of poor taste.”

Choso doesn’t hesitate to fall by your side to walk alongside you towards the escalators. And once you’ve stepped on them and rode up, that short bliss fades away as you remember the tragedy that you were dealt. Again. So you frown as quickly as you just smiled.

Choso notices and wants to add something, but what can he tell you to make you feel somewhat better? He doesn’t know the feeling of losing children, but he does know loss, so he knows that what you feel won’t go away by simple words he can come up with; all you want is to see your daughters again, and he can’t give you that. He can’t give you the motivation of revenge because he doesn’t know exactly who killed your girls, he has an idea, but if that man is such a threat as he’s been told, then there’s no way you can defeat him alone, and he can’t send you to die. So all Choso can offer is words from his heart. After all, you trust him enough to tell him things you probably shouldn’t tell him.

“I have three parents,” Choso interjects, making you look over at him as you climb off the escalators. “My mother, the cursed spirit that impregnated her, and the man who mixed his blood with ours and toyed with my mother. Thereby earning my hate.”

He’s sharing?

“Oh, I’m sorry,” you say it from the heart. “I can’t imagine it was easy knowing he was doing all that and you couldn’t do anything about it.”

Choso shakes his head stiffly. “No…all I could do in the abyss was dream of killing him while I was trapped in that form. All I wanted besides getting my brothers out was acting out my revenge.”

You step out of the escalator and continue to walk down the hall to reach the next set.

“Did you know your mother?” You need to ask. “I mean I know the form you were in, but did you ever see her? I mean you were conscious, yeah?”

Choso nods stiffly and hums in agreement before he doesn’t hesitate to answer you. “All I remember of my mother is her voice of when she’d talk to me when I was inside her, and a glimpse of her face. I never had the chance to meet her, he never let her meet me.”

You watch the ground as your mind comes up with something assuring to tell him even if your own experience with your mother isn’t pleasant. “I’m sorry—”

“Don’t apologize,” Choso cuts you off. “You did nothing wrong. Her misfortune wasn’t your fault.”

You sigh and nod. “I know, but I’m still sorry that it happened to you. I’m sorry that you never got to know her, or that she never got to meet you.”

Choso eyes linger on you as he hums in comprehension.

“My mother never loved me…” you share suddenly without thinking about it, it just feels right to share something so deeply buried in your heart with him. “Maybe once, but she never loved me enough. She loved my brother,” you huff and glance up. “But never me. But I can say this…I love my children. All five of them,” you smile. “My children mean everything to me, so I can say this to you,” you pause and gather in a deep breath. “I’m sure your mother loved you and your brothers, for you to have such pleasant memories even if they’re few, and for you to have an undying love for her, means she loved you. I’m sure. So be content with that and live for her. Just as you live to act out your revenge against your father, live for her. Don’t let your father win, make him mad, and make him regret what he made, be his nightmare. That’s why my parents are alive, I live to make them mad.” You smirk.

Choso watches you and his lips turn to a soft smile that makes butterflies flutter wildly in your stomach.

“That’s what I plan to do,” he rebuttals. “I owe it to my brothers. And Yuji.”

You smile at the ground and pick on that. “So you know now?”

Choso hums. “Thanks to my cursed technique I can sense the transformation of my younger brothers through our blood connection. No matter how far they are” he says and earns your undivided attention. “For living things, death is the final and greatest transformation. I saw it with my own eyes. I had an intense sensation of Yuji Itadori’s death…” he pauses and looks down at his clenching fist. “…that must mean Yuji is my brother.”

You can’t help but admire his devotion. Just a few minutes ago he was still unsure and he still wanted to fight for him. Now that he knows you can sense a more fierce devotion that you admire.

“It’s going to take a hell of a good explanation for you to convince him of that, I’m afraid I can only help so much,” you let him know the harsh truth.

“Yes.” Choso nods. “I know, but fighting for him, and sticking by his side will help convince him.”

You laugh softly and nod. “Yeah, I’m sure. Just don’t give up.”

“Never.”

And you’ll never give up on your brother either.

“I admire your devotion Choso,” You compliment him, making his cheeks grow a shade of crimson that he hides by turning his head.

“Thanks,” he mumbles.

You hum and climb on the last pair of escalators, thankfully!

“And your brother?” He asks.

You exhale. “I told you already. I’m going to get him back and kill that man in Suguru’s body to finally put him to rest…like I should’ve done a long time ago…” you scoff and shake your head in disapproval. “I should’ve disposed of his body the right way. None of this would be happening if I had. My daughters—”

“No,” Choso cuts you off sharply. “Noritoshi is a cruel man. This is his fault, he was probably already creeping around Geto waiting for the right moment to take his body. It’s what he does. He is chaos and evil, that’s what he is, this is his fault.”

You blink your tears away and see him tilt his head so you can meet his gaze as he attempts to be reassuring.

You think.

His eyebrows are pinched together, and his frown stays curled on his face so it’s hard to know, but you see his attempts and thank him for it, whilst you also mentally thank him for not leaving you alone.

If he hadn’t been with you, you probably would’ve stopped and broken down again. You owe your motivation to him.

“Thank you, Choso,” your voice quivers nonetheless.

Choso’s face finally softens completely as he hums and offers you a soft nod.

You hold his gaze until you step out of the escalators and finally begin to leave the damn station. Its felt like an eternity.

“Uh,” Choso adds timidly. “Happy…birthday….you’ve mentioned it was. So happy birthday?”

You steal a glimpse at him and then laugh with tears coming out of your eyes.

“Oh,” Choso breathes out in confusion. “Sorry?”

You immediately shake your head. “No, no. It’s not your fault. It’s just been a hell of a day…I woke up today and all my kids scared the shit out of me when I walked in the kitchen and saw them there, holding a cake and poppers.” You can’t help your smile before you sigh deeply. “Now I’m here…But at least you’re here too, so I’m glad.” You assure him and nudge his shoulder with yours before you pull your phone out and miss him stealing a glimpse at you.

“Now,” you add, “I’m going to make a call, so excuse me.”

Nevertheless, the person you call doesn’t answer, because of course he doesn’t. Everyone’s been screening your calls tonight!

At least though, the next person you call almost always answers, so you call them.

And thankfully they pick up, but all you hear is distant commotion so you speak up first in a soothing voice. “Kira, it’s me, it's Mama.”

A few seconds pass before you hear them exclaim. “Master?! We heard what happened in Shibuya, are you there?”

You sigh and rub your eyes as you nod. “Yeah, I’m here—”

“Are you okay? Do you need backup?”

“No,” you rebuttal sharply. “No. Don’t. Is Hakari with you?”

Kirara hums in agreement.

“Okay,” you say. “Well thank him for answering his phone, I just called him.”

“Sorry,” Hakari interjects through Kirara’s phone. “It’s dead!” He yells.

You scrunch your nose and pull your phone back as he offends your eardrums. “Well,” you say louder so they can hear. “Put me on speaker.”

You hear Kirara smack their lips through the phone before they give you their confirmation. “You’re on!”

You smile sweetly and put your phone back to your ear to threaten them. “If I see either of you in Shibuya, or even catch a whiff of either of your techniques I will cut off all financing.”

“Master,” Hakari tries to argue, but you cut him off.

“No fight club, no gambling, bye-bye social life, and farm work for a year. Understood?” You ask smugly.

“Hard labor is not training,” Kirara grumbles.

You laugh softly. “So is. I’ll make it training. Don’t come to Shibuya,” you make yourself known with a threatening voice. “I…” you pause and exhale deeply. “I know you’re both strong, but I…can’t lose more people, so please for my sake stay where you are, hm?”

There’s silence for a moment as they grasp the sudden tone shift in your voice.

“Got it,” Kirara assures you for the both of them. “Is everything okay?”

You let out a shaky breath and shake your head. “No,” you confess. “But I’m okay. I’ll call later or tomorrow to explain everything, all right? I just needed to give you this warning.”

“All right,” Hakari agrees. “But call if you need help. We’ll go help you, not the school. You alone.”

The corner of your lips tug to a soft smile at the sound of his meaningful words and devotion. “I will. If I need help…” you trail off and sigh. “I,” you continue and look over at the exit you’re finally close to. “I appreciate you guys you know that? I’m proud of the both of you…I love you guys.” You whisper with tears in your eyes. “Just in case you don’t hear from me now you know.”

A moment of silence passes before you hear chuckling.

“You’re such a sap, master,” you recognize Hakari say. “This is why you would have made such a sucky teacher.”

You giggle and can’t help but agree. “Yeah true, but I like to think I make a good mentor to you two. Yeah?”

“Of course,” Kirara assures you. “The best. We love you too.”

Tears slip past your eyes and you cherish their words. “Thank you. And…goodbye…I’ll call soon, hm?”

“All right, we'll be on alert,” Hakari says. “Kick ass master.”

“Kicking ass and taking names,” you play around. “That’s what we do.” You smile and just need to say it one more time. “Goodbye.”

“Bye!”

“Bye goodnight—” they hang up and you keep your phone by your ear for a second longer before you put it away when you finally step outside into the fresh air! Finally!

Yet just as you’re about to say how thankful you are to be under the night sky and comment on how good the air smells like fire, a hand wraps around your mouth and you’re pulled back into darker shadows.

“Quiet,” Choso commands by your ear.

Your eyes widen, and you slowly peer back at him instead of trying to find what he spotted and catch him looking ahead.

“To the left, there’s a curse,” he whispers, and you continue to watch him. “It doesn’t seem dangerous, but we can’t afford a distraction right now.”

You should’ve pulled away right when he warned you to be quiet but you stayed in his arms, why?

Why does he make your mind all cloudy?

You need to stop getting distracted by him.

Then again, it’s good that you are because even if he doesn’t try to be he’s been your savior. You need to be distracted to avoid falling into a pit of agonizing grief. However, the way he makes your heart race and causes butterflies to flutter is something you haven’t felt in a while, and it’s a bad distraction at the moment when you’re in dire need to focus.

“We can get around it,” Choso adds.

You pull away from his grasp to poke your head out.

And the moment you look out your eyes widen with horror and a sharp gasp leaves your lips as you see the large six-legged curse in the middle of the street just outside the veil.

“What the hell?!” You hiss and step back under the cover of the shadows. “That’s a…ugh,” you groan and quickly realize that the curse was placed there on purpose.

It’s right outside the doors you just exited, and it’s by the veil that Itadori is probably in. Plus…it’s a spider-like curse. You hate, hate spiders. You’re terrified of them, it’s like, a phobia.

Suguru knew that, so it must mean the man using his body knows that too. He placed the damn curse there to slow you down.

What a fucking ass!

“We can’t go around,” you grumble and look up to meet Choso’s confused gaze. “It’ll add 15 more minutes or so to our walk. And that’s not even counting the fact that we don’t know where Itadori is exactly. It could take us a long time to find him too.”

“I can lead us to Itadori,” Choso quickly interjects.

You nod softly. “I’m sure,” you argue. “But I’m scared of spiders,” you share with growing annoyance at this situation. “Suguru knew that. So it means your father does too, that curse is out there to stop me from getting close to him. Just like that curse that trapped me earlier was meant to slow me down…he’s playing mind games because that’s my weakness. So it must mean he’s close.”

Choso sighs and glances at the curse out there. “Then I’ll go and distract it and you go past the veil and reach Itadori, he’s not far. I can feel it,” he suggests, but you quickly rebuttal.

“Didn’t you hear me? It’s a curse meant for me, I’ll kill it. Just…don’t leave,” you sound scared, but not scared of what’s waiting for you, but scared to actually be alone since the twins died. He sensed that.

“I won’t,” he assures you and meets your gaze with a determined gaze.

You draw in a deep breath and nod softly.

“We can fight it together,” Choso adds, making your lips slowly pull to a smirk.

“I like the sound of that,” you quip smugly and reach back to take a long blade out of the Worm's mouth to save your technique's strength for later. “Let’s make this quick then.”

“It doesn’t seem strong,” he says nonchalantly. “We can do it.”

You offer him a simple nod and before you can waste any more time, you walk out to meet the curse first, and it immediately catches a whiff of your presence and spins around to face you with its ten beady eyes that make your grip tighten as your breath hitches.

The curse lets out a sharp but low whistle and crawls forward, making you step back. It then tilts its head to the left before tilting it to the right and blinking all ten eyes.

“Okay,” you breathe out nervously and dig the tip of your shoe into the ground before you break into a hasty sprint forward.

The curse doesn’t move, so you manage to slide under it and slice open its belly with your blade before you reach the other end of its body.

And even then it doesn’t react violently, instead, it begins to move its thin legs as it begins to turn around, but once it faces you, you immediately freeze in horror as you see Nanako’s face looking back at you.

The curse displays her face on its body. Her light brown hair drapes down, and it matches her deep brown eyes so they’re the ones looking back at you now; the eyes of the girl you never got to say goodbye to, the eyes and face of the girl you never got to see for a last time because of how she died.

It’s using your memory, and your pain connected to her face to stop any of your attempts to fight back.

And it worked, you can’t move a muscle, you can’t even think of harming it. All you can muster are tears of sorrow as your face contorts to display your heart's agony.

“I,” you mewl and drop the blade in your hand as if entranced by this curse. “I’m sorry Nanako,” you say even if you know it’s not her.

The curse lets out a sharp cry before it begins to sprint towards you on all six legs.

You step back, but you’re entranced by the face on Its body so can’t react beyond that. You want to, your body is screaming at you to move, but your mind doesn’t send that message to your limbs, so it gets closer and closer. Until suddenly you catch a quick flash of Choso before you’re shoved back and fall back to the ground.

And at the moment of impact, you snap from your trance and go on your knees to shove yourself to your feet and help. However, before you can, you then catch Choso’s blood arrow impale through Nanako—no the curses neck. It’s the curse even if it still has on her face.

Alas the curse doesn’t die, it stumbles back and raises one sharp leg in return, but Choso quickly counters by meeting its swing with two sharp blood claws, causing your lips to twitch to an impressed smile.

However, you then notice the curse try to rebuttal by discreetly raising another one of its legs to jab it through Choso, but without thinking you quickly throw your fist out to blast it a whirlwind of air that shoves it back and saves Choso.

And the moment he notices that he peers back out of surprise, so you briefly meet his gaze before you glance at the curse and pull out a thin and sharp piece of the ground to shove it through its neck, causing its head to fall off.

Yet just before it can hit the ground it grows legs from its head in midair, so you use the wind to keep it in place. And just before you can make a finishing blow, Choso's previous blood arrow remerges and cuts through the barrier of air to shoot through the curses head and finally exorcize it.

And it’s only once its head is on the ground that its face returns to what it was before he used Nanako’s face.

“Thank—”

“I'm sorry,” you quickly apologize for your mistake, almost as if you feared his reaction. “I’m sorry. I froze, I’m sorry.”

Many people have told you to not apologize so much, Yuki punched you in the gut once because of it. But you can’t help it, you fear the consequences because of your parent's reaction when you’d make a mistake.

“Y/N,” Choso mutters and turns to face you. “Stop apologizing,” he insists and walks over to you to get on his knees in front of you still on your knees. “The curse is dead, that’s all that matters.”

You shake your head. “We were supposed to help each other,” you rebuttal to explain yourself. “I let you down, I'm sorry.”

Choso holds your gaze for a second before shaking his head. “You didn’t,” he assures you. “You didn’t expect it to do that, that’s why my father put it here. He wanted to be cruel to you to stop you. That’s what he does, but don’t let him win.”

…he’s right, but it doesn’t make what happened right. Nanako is gone, you knew that and you still let it affect you. Choso could’ve gotten hurt because of it. You could’ve gotten hurt because of it…

Just like fake Suguru wanted.

Of course, he probably didn’t think it’d be the twins that affected you, he probably expected it to be someone else you've lost. But he wanted to weaken you that way. He wanted to play with your mental state expecting you to be alone now that he has your brother.

And it worked even if you weren’t alone. But why should you let that keep affecting you? He wants to fight? You’ll fight. He wants you upset? You’ll be pissed.

No more games.

You’re not weak like he wants you to believe.

The twins wouldn’t let you tear yourself down because of it, they believed you were strong, you’ll prove them right and continue to be strong for them.

You’ll get Satoru back, and kill that man in Suguru’s body. You’ll fight back with all your strength and prove him wrong. You’ll be mad at him. All your anger will be directed at him because that's what he wants.

“Let’s go find Itadori,” you interject.

Choso nods in agreement. “He’s not far I can take us to him,” he lets you know.

You hum in agreement and then begin to smirk. “And then we’ll find your father,” you grimace.

“And kill that bastard,” Choso finishes your sentence with the same amount of menacing determination you have now.

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A/N- Maybe if they stopped flirting with each other they’d get to places faster! Anyway Choso is about to see his girl pop off against his dad!

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[love-toxin]

not sure if this is something you're comfortable with so if it is, i apologize and just ignore this. Im not normally a big period sex person but today is the first day of my period and all i can think is Eddie selling me weed and enticing me into sleeping with him.

like please sir. ease my cramps. just wanna get high with him and have some sex with him to ease my mood 🥴💀😭

EHEH. as someone with the worst periods imaginable, this appeals to me greatly. teehee!

cws: blood, period sex, drugs, smoking, outdoor sex, first kisses, dominance kink, you awaken eddie's caregiving kink, period talk, petnames, crying, fluff and comfort, fem reader.

".....Huh. So that's why you want it, huh?"

Eddie's teasing you--he must be. He'd tried so hard to extract the truth out of you, pondering the question of why such a delicate little girl like you was sniffing him out for some weed out of the blue, and now he's got his answer.

Yeah, your period's kicking your ass. It's always been painful, but it's just gotten more and more difficult to deal with as you've gotten older. It's reached a level where you can barely get out of bed some days, and even your friends have noticed you struggling to focus on classes and just get through the day at all. Your last resort, after dozens of emptied pill bottles and hot water bottles used so much they're leaking, is the town's second-best drug dealer: Eddie Munson.

"Izzit really that bad?" He queries, brown eyes trained on you.

"If it wasn't, I wouldn't be here." You snap, not intentionally, but it was gonna come out that way no matter what. At least you can expect he won't mock you with the question of whether you're on the rag, because he already knows you are.

"Okay, okay, I get it. But don't complain if it doesn't help." He shrugs his shoulders, and rolls a couple joints with such a quick hand he makes it look easy. Deft fingers tuck the paper in on itself as he makes sure nothing falls out, because he reassured you that he would do a good job since you can't do it yourself. It's actually a little surprising that he didn't tease you at all for that--until you hear what he has to say next. "I, uh, hope it does, though. Y'know. Can't imagine bleeding every month is easy."

"Obviously it's not....but....thank you, Eddie." He finishes the joint, and looks over at his lunchbox in contemplation. There seems to be something on his mind, some thought rolling around in that brain rooted in by long, curly waves of hair.

"...Is what they say true?"

"What?" He fiddles with the clasp like he's got something he'd rather be saying, but his hands are soon busied with a lighter lying nearby that he flicks open and closed.

"....That you can help period pain with orgasms?" He strikes you dumb, speechless even, and when the air comes back into your lungs you spit out the first thing that comes to mind.

"Perv."

"Humour me." He's surprisingly serious about it, at least he seems that way. You were convinced this was a tease, a friendly jab at your expense, but the way Eddie's looking at you....the intense staring contest you share is interrupted only when you clear your throat, and Eddie's eyes drop to ignite the little burst of flame that erupts from the zippo, before he holds it to a joint he swipes up and puts in his mouth.

"...Yes. I think. I don't really do anything on mine...it's just..." This is so embarrassing. Why are you spilling your guts to Eddie Munson of all people? He cups the flame with his newly freed hand to keep the light from going out, and finally returns your shy gaze when he clicks the lighter closed and puffs on it before plucking it off his lips.

"Messy?" He hands the joint over to face the unlit end towards you, and you take it gratefully to sweep a cloud of smoke into your needy lungs.

"Y-Yeah."

The silence is deafening as you smoke together, passing it back and forth once, and then twice.

"...I could help you."

"Yeah, sure." You brush him off. What a cruel joke while you're already vulnerable. Eddie leans in close.

"I'm serious. Gimme ten minutes. Swear I can help you." If your heart was any more silent, you would've expected yourself to drop dead--because in that moment, it's so quiet you can hear a pin drop in the forest. Eddie tilts his head, searching for an answer or a streak of disgust in your pretty eyes, and waits out the silence with an unsettlingly serious expression on his face. One that splits into a smirk when you finally nod 'yes', throat clenched too tight to even think of saying it out loud.

"Gotta make this quick then, sweetheart." He drops the stubby end of the joint into the gravel, snuffing it out with the toe of his sneaker in the same motion he uses to get up out of his seat, hands braced on the table and shaking with excitement. It comes out in his breathing too, shuddered breaths puffing out his chest as he circles round the table to your side, the anticipation driving one of those hands into your hair and his lips between your brows as he tugs at your top.

"Wait, w-we're gonna make a mess, though!" You hiss in a whisper, breaking off of the heart-battering kiss for your head to swivel back and forth, eyes scanning the woods for an audience as Eddie pulls you up to your feet and shuffles you over to the side of the table--your butt pressed against the edge before he lifts you up to sit on top of it, grinning like a fool the whole way.

"Yeah we are," He breathes, smelling of pot and cigarettes and lust. "Gonna make a fuckin' mess of you, princess."

The weed is hitting you now. The world is tinged with warmth, a fuzzy feeling in your brain that leaks down your veins and makes the fire burning in your belly burn even hotter. Each graze of Eddie's fingertips against your skin as he pulls your panties down your legs strikes another match, and although you know in your head that this is such a bad idea, the thought of stopping makes you whine--it feels good, and that's all that matters. It's a quick dive into an all-encompassing high, and by then you're so amiable you fully commit to what you're doing. Eddie's mouth presses into your neck as he whispers a question, and you nod again, clutching at his shirt and his toned arms as he kisses reassurance into your skin and tugs the string of your tampon until it comes completely out. Throws it somewhere, abandons it into the world that doesn't exist to you right now--because the only things that do are you, Eddie, and the table keeping you upright.

"You're so weird, Eddie.." You whimper into his neck, hiding your face in his shirt and his hair, all while he's undoing his zipper and tugging his half-hard cock out from his boxers. "You sh-should be grossed out..."

He really should. No guy you've ever met would dare to get near you or any girl on their period, and here's Eddie Munson offering to soothe your cramps with an orgasm, and guiding his cockhead to slide between your folds without care to how much blood must be coating it. You can feel it dripping down your ass where you sit, so it must be quite a bit--he teases you with a gentle prod inside, just barely enough to sheathe the tip, and his back buckles when he gets a feel for just how tight you really are.

"Come over later, and I'll eat you out too." The whine that rips out of you at that amuses him, and he chuckles in a way that sounds more like a growl as he finally slides in all the way. "Don't hide that pretty face from me."

His fingers clamp down on the back of your neck, yanking your head back to see your expression twisting up with worry and twinging with an ache from the deep stretch he's putting upon you. Your eyes are still darting to the side and behind him, your brain spinning too fast with fear of being caught--but he angles your head so you're level with him, bright eyes finally settling on his as he struggles not to claim your lips in a kiss he's been wanting since you first sat down across from him.

"S'just you and me," He pants, clearly focusing hard on not getting overwhelmed with the rather unique sensations. "Don't worry about anything else. Just focus on me. I'll take care of everything."

One buck of his hips, an experimental one, and any attempt to stay quiet on your end is futile. A very pleased cry tears its way out of your lungs and rings out into the forest, and while Eddie dips his head on instinct, he halts at a stop while his hips keep rolling, slowly.

"Can I kiss you?" You blink absentmindedly at him, trying to process that request while his lips are so close to yours, and look so kissable.

"I like to kiss when I do it." He smiles to reassure you, uses it as a weapon despite his eyes squinting and his face growing hot as he finds his rhythm. "Please? Promise it won't mean anything."

"Don't promise me that..." You say without thinking, mind muddled and hazy with want and your arms linking up around his shoulders to lean in closer, your noses bumping each other's. A surprised "Oh?" slips out of him, followed closely by a moan as he hits some kind of resistant wall inside you. The drugs make it all fuzzy, so it doesn't even hurt, but Eddie's being too sweet for you to think it would anyways.

"You into the freak, sweetheart? Was this your plan?"

"No! Shut up, Eddie!" Gasping, you're sucking the exhaled breaths out of his lungs in the shared space, but your words have no bite and the throaty snicker that escapes him when you fall for his trap prove that he knows it. He's faster, losing a little bit of that confident decorum, one hand on your lower back while the other busies itself with sliding messy circles into your clit.

"Hit a nerve," He gasps as you tighten around him, your back arching into his thrusts, while your pussy drools with all manner of slick; blood, arousal, and the spit off of Eddie's quick fingers. "Did I?"

"Stop making fun of me..." You finally whimper, breaking that facade as the world hits your shoulders and you feel the weed stirring up all your emotions and bringing them out. That mixed with the hormonal shifts of your mood have you teary-eyed and sniffly, and yet Eddie's not bothered--he looks entertained, has a soft look on his features, he pulls you closer against him and nuzzles the tip of your nose with his.

"Sorry, baby," He chuckles again, deeper this time, and narrows his eyes down at your lips. "I just like you too."

I like you too. Those words are foreign, even more so in Eddie's voice, but they're not unpleasant. Not even close. Eddie gives you one last chance to bail, one moment of hesitation with his mouth so close to yours, and you don't waste it. You close that distance between you, soft lips meeting chapped but warm ones, and Eddie moans almost immediately into the kiss like it's even hotter to him than fucking you outright. It doesn't last long but it doesn't have to, it's sweet and it's perfect, and there will be more. God, there will be so many more if the glimmer in his eyes when you break the first one is anything of a tell.

"Think I hook up with just anyone I deal to? 'M not some--ngh--common whore." He laughs. What a nice way to say "This is the first time, you're the only one I would do this with." in a way that still befits your Eddie. Your Eddie.

"C-Cum in me, Eds..." You whine, pawing at his shoulders to pull him closer as he works his hips, muscles flexing as he puts in so much effort to rub your clit in tandem. He's close too, you can feel it, can feel the twitches and spasms of his dick as he chases that spot inside you--the one that's so soft it makes you buckle into him when he pummels it, and causes you to gush all over him when he thumbs your clit just right at the same time.

"Can't," He pants, forehead pressed against yours to kiss you again between every few words. "Ask me when we're both sober." He chuckles out, sliding right into a groan as he hits his stride and starts rocking the table beneath you with the weight of his hips slapping against yours.

"Not gonna let you...pull out..." You lock your legs around his thin waist, ankles hooking behind his back to yank him closer and keep those thrusts short and sharp. He can barely manage to touch you, you're so close, and with gritted teeth he relents and wipes his fingers clean of the blood on his pants.

"My good girl," He pulls back, hands cupping both sides of your face and tugging strands of errant hair away from your eyes. He looks innocent, but his voice turns sinister in a second as he squishes your cheeks in a strong grip. "You're gonna do whatever I fucking tell you to do."

Immediately, you let your legs drop from where they once sat on his hips, going limp and boneless in his hold as your orgasm creeps up closer and closer on you. His voice is sexy when he's close but the words, those are something you won't shake loose from your thoughts so easily. Your fingers flutter to clasp over his hands on your cheeks, your bodies moving with no help from your arms yet your satisfaction growing with the harsh scraping of his wiry hairs against your clit on each thrust. You want his cum so bad in the moment, want him to commit completely to making you a mess--but following his commands somehow feels....better. Feel that fluttering in your tummy and your clit when he speaks up and says anything with that stern tone.

"Shit, you're cute when you obey me--f-fuck, fuck it, god-" Eddie's hand shoots down in those last few moments, desperately pawing and rubbing at your sensitive little spot to put that pressure on it that you need--and it makes you clench so hard around him that it's all he needs to finish, forgoing any sense and conscience to keep quiet as he runs his mouth with dirty words and slips out of you, the cool breeze on his bare cock all he needs for it to spit heavy globs of pearly-white cum all over your thighs. He tries, really he tries not to get it near your slit, but a fat dribble of it shoots right across your clit as the icing on the cake. Not that you would notice or care, though, as you're squealing Eddie's name and clinging to him dearly as you cum around nothing and your body shakes with waves of pleasure that blot out everything but him.

It's like a spiritual experience in a way--the tears spilling down your cheeks and wetting Eddie's hands as he cups them, rubbing you through your orgasm until you can't take another second of pleasure and bump his hand away, slumping completely in his arms and laying your head on his shoulder. It sobers you up somewhat; the clear-headedness after you cum, the cold air hitting your sensitive areas, and the smell and touch of Eddie as he strokes your hair and talks you down back into real life. It hurts but it feels good, it aches but you're glowing....you want to say something sweet, to tell him something sincere, to do anything, but when you finally sit up and look down the tears just overwhelm you again.

"Eddie, my skirt..." You sniffle, shakily lifting it up with one hand to assess it. There's blood everywhere, soaking your clothing and the table, staining Eddie's crotch and his jeans, and there's a puddle of it mixed with his cum on the ground beneath you. At least his pants are dark, so it's not noticeable on him, but it's light out and you look like you came straight out of Carrie. "I can't...c-can't.."

"Shh," Eddie soothes, guiding your face forward to kiss your forehead. His voice is so much lower now, seemingly unfazed by the circumstances even though he seriously should be. "You have a tampon, sweetheart?"

"In my bag," You whimper, and he doesn't bother cleaning himself off before he zips back up. Deftly, he pulls your backpack over to dig inside the first pocket he sees before pulling one out triumphantly. "I'll..I'll..." Your hands are too shaky. You can barely open the plastic when he hands it to you, and even when Eddie does it for you, you can't even aim it right. You've never felt so pathetic, despite just having the best time of your life, and making such a big mess is just so embarrassing. He must think I'm gross.

"I can put it in for you, sweetheart. Just talk me through it." There's no energy for you to even shake your head, you just let your lip wobble and beg him not to tease you, to which he responds with a kiss and a solemn swear that he won't say a word. He even pauses to retrieve some abandoned tissues in his lunchbox to clean you up first, at least to get the cum wiped off and most of the blood dried for the moment.

And when you give in, it's easy--he does exactly as he's told, seems somewhat familiar with it within moments of handling it, and as quick a learner as ever he pushes the proper end in and pulls the plastic out, smiling with pride in himself as he slips the applicator into the packaging and tucks it into his pocket to throw away later.

"Feel better, at least?" He finally murmurs with a clean hand on your cheek, not daring to move you for fear of making you dizzy or pushing you too far. And he hasn't left, hasn't shown even an inkling of desiring to, which just boggles your mind further but makes it easier to let those thoughts spill out.

"You ruined everything." You lean into him, worry turning his features. An unexpectedly sincere and slightly frantic apology is halfway off his lips before you cut him off rather abruptly, though. "You're the only thing that makes it better now..."

"Really? Not the weed?" He giggles at how sweetly you say it, the compliment evidently like music to his ears. "Guess I'll have to help you again. We'll do it somewhere a little cleaner next time, mkay?"

You hum in agreement, amiable to whatever he says so long as you get to keep listening to his voice. "Want me to drive you home, or you wanna change and go back to class?"

"Yours?"

Eddie rubs your chin with a calloused thumb, his teeth gleaming all white and pretty as the rest of his life flashes before his eyes. It's dangerous to go home with a boy you don't know that well--but Eddie's clearly not that kind of guy, and the kiss he so lovingly presses to your lips when he gets you on your feet, and ties his beloved Dio jacket around your waist, says it all.

"Course, sweetheart. I'll take good care of you, for being such a sweet girl to me. Don't you worry about a thing."

#eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #eddie's angelface #spicy writing #st 4 #stranger things #ellie writes #anons

[kya-is-kool]

Soooo I had a fic idea for ray! Might be a little long 😆 maybe one where ray and the reader are tg and she works at this bakery and ray and the guys are taking Stevie to meet her and he’s just so shocked that one of the boys has a boyfriend and it’s all just really sweet and cute!

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ 𝐀𝐔𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐑𝐒 𝐒𝐏𝐄𝐀𝐊𝐒 ! : cuteeee, love it. ngl stories in which the reader bakes are scarce but too cute :).

it was 9:00 am on the dot, you opened up the shop and got everything ready for the usual morning rush. you cleaned the display shelfs, restocked every single cake and cookie and sweet treat in the shop, prepared the oven for baking, and put on an apron. this was the typical routine you followed every morning, and as tiring as it was to basically run the bakery yourself, it was most definitely worth it to put a smile to many people's faces.

the imminence of the morning rush almost always excited you, because you saw the same usual faces each morning who you had grown to love. but what you didn't know, was that there were going to be familiar faces that normally didn't show up to the shop. 9:15; the first customer walked in. the bell at the top of the door let out a small jingle, letting you know someone has entered.

"good morning, ms. meyer !" you greeted, smiling amiably at the woman. she was well in her sixties, and loved sweets, and who couldn't respect that? she was a kind woman, and she payed the bakery quite a bit of money due to all the things she bought.

"why hello there dear," she responded, smiling the same way back. "it's a pleasure to see you so happy this morning."

"likewise, ms. meyer. so, what can i get you?" you queried, and at that she looked at the display shelf, pondering to herself.

"i suppose just the usual chocolate muffin, dear," she said, with a chuckle at how predictable that must have been. she had been ordering the same thing for nearly a year.

"well of course," you said, laughing a bit yourself before grabbing the muffin with a napkin and placing it inside a paper bag. "here you go, ms. meyer. that'll be $4.95"

"thank you, dear," she said back, as she handed you the money in return.

"enjoy your day !" you said cheerily, as she smiled.

"ah, you too," she answered, before exiting the shop. as the bell jingled once again, you went over to the kitchen to start making a cake that needed to be remade since you were running out of slices.

by the end of the hour, a total of thirty-four customers had made their way through, and you had flour and other baking ingredients smeared over your apron and face. that was when an unexpected group made their way inside. your back was facing the entrance, as you took the cake out of the oven to cool.

"just a second, i'll be right there !" you exclaimed, before you set the cake on top of the counter to cool. as you were taking off your oven mitts, you felt a pair of arms wrap around your waist. you jumped only a little, before chuckling.

"ray ? what are you doing here babe ?" you asked, an eyebrow quirked.

"i wanted to introduce you to stevie...that and i missed you. you've been spending so much time here, i wanted to surprise you," he responded, placing his chin on your shoulder and speaking into your ear so you could hear him better.

"cutie, and, who's stevie ?" you questioned, with a smile. you then heard a voice from behind you two.

"i'm stevie," the voice said. ray slowly let go, and gently spun you around so you two were facing him.

"oh, hey stevie. i take it you're a friend of the boys," you said, smiling at him. he seemed young, especially to be hanging out with ray and his friends.

"uh yeah...wow i just...i didn't actually believe ray when he said he had a girlfriend," stevie said, mouth slightly agape in disbelief and wonder. you walked over to him and the others. you did your handshake with fuckshit and ruben, and you all sat down at a table. you were seated between fuckshit and ray, and stevie and ruben were across from you.

"you didn't believe me. i told you i had a beautiful girlfriend," ray bragged, with a small smirk. i smiled at his compliment, and took his hand him mine.

"well, you guys look really good together," stevie said, a look of astonishment still in his face. you could tell the boy really looked up to ray. it was adorable.

"thanks; we do, don't we?" you said, turning to ray, grinning from ear to ear. he returned the same smile while fuckshit and ruben chuckled, and they both rolled their eyes at the how sappy the situation was.

"we do," he answered, before pecking your lips sweetly.

𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟒 © 𝐤𝐲𝐚-𝐢𝐬-𝐤𝐨𝐨𝐥, 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐦𝐲 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞

#mid90s #90s #fluff #cute #anon <3 #ray x reader #bakery #baker reader #cutieee #fuckshit #skater boy #oneshot

[tpwkluv]

it's the little things | s.h. x reader

Summary: Tina's infamous Halloween party leads to the revelation that your best friend is in love with you, and all of the implicit moments that led to it.

Word Count: 3.4k

Warnings/Tags: none?, fluffy, semi-angst, broken-hearted steve, friends to lovers, late night hang outs, some smoochin', no uses of Y/N, no descriptions of reader

A/N: hey... tumblr? (who am i supposed to address when I have no ST mutuals or followers T-T) i've missed writing, so i pumped out a little friends to lovers piece with my main squeeze, Steve Harrington. hopefully this makes someone's day brighter because i sure had a blast writing it. If you have any suggestions, want tagged in future pieces, have any requests, or are just looking for a friend: let me know! feedback is always welcome and appreciated.

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Your best friend, Steve Harrington’s, moment of realization that he was in love with you was an unforgettable one. You’d gone through life together. The two of you almost joined to the hip ever since you showed up in Miss Miller’s 2nd grade class in a faded Scooby Doo t-shirt. After that, it was a jumbled mess of shared tapioca pudding when parents forgot to pack lunches, shared icees at the Shell gas station down the block, and late night talks on the phone when one of you were lonely. You’d been the one to console him when he scrapped a knee at the playground, and now you were the one to hold him after Nancy Wheeler broke his heart at Tina’s Halloween party.

“Steve, where are you going?” you ask, trying to speak loud enough for him to hear, but quiet enough to keep the situation between you two. 

Furrowed brows and darkened eyes plaster his face as he walks out the front door. While his eyes were normally like that of golden boughs with moss hidden in the frost cracks, they appear now to be more like that of burnt umber. The man was not known to leave parties early. Especially when the booze was free, the music was loud, and his girlfriend was available to be shown off. Nancy may have not been popular, but their being together sure caused a whirlwind of eyes, and Steve was never one to turn down attention.

“Steve! Can you slow down?” you huff as you follow him, rushing towards the BMW. “You know, you’re my ride here, right?”

The dim street light glows just enough to show the solemn look on his face.“Yeah, yeah. I know,” he mutters. “Just get in the car so we can go, alright?”

“Shouldn’t we wait for Nancy? She kinda came wit—“

Steve’s irritation is becoming more apparent as he barely let you start speaking before interrupting, “No, she’s getting a ride from her boyfriend.” A mix of pain and anger dripping off the last word. “Now get in the car, or your walking home.”

“Boyfriend? Steve, what the hell are you talking about?” you query, tilting your head to the side with confusion. “You are her boyfriend? Apparently you snuck drinks when we weren’t looking.”

“Will you just get in the damn car?” Steve snaps. An apologetic look glazes over his eyes before turning from you and getting into the car. ‘We can talk about this later.”

Steve was never really quick to anger. Of course he was prone to outbursts of irritation. All that was needed was one smart comment from Dustin or Max, but to get a true rise of anger out of him? Well, you really had to push his buttons. As you fall into the passenger’s seat, however; it’s clear that Steve is more upset than you’d seen him in a while.

The furrowed brows, clenched jaw, and white knuckles on the steering wheel have now been replaced with a softer countenance. His eyes seem to return to their normal caramel state, now tinged with a hint of sadness. Confusion has taken the backseat in your mind and gives way to pangs of concern. You’ve never seen Steve so torn up. Not when Tommy H made fun of him for admitting he is supposed to wear glasses. Not back in middle school when he won you a stuffed panda at the county fair only for a larger teen to snatch it from you. And not even when his father had told him he was the biggest disappointment to ever happen in his life.

Turning to face Steve, you place your hand atop his, and ask, “Hey, do you want to talk about it? We don’t have to or anything. I just want you to know I’m here, okay?”

He stares down at the wheel before quietly answering, “I don’t wanna talk about it right now,” knuckles tightly gripping the wheel again as if what had happened was running through his mind all over again. “I don’t really want to be alone either though. Do you wanna come back to mine and do something? My parent's are still out on that trip in Tulsa.”

“Alright, how about we go to Aldi’s, get way too many snacks, and watch Footloose for the hundredth time? You, me, Kevin Bacon, the best movie soundtrack, and loads of sweets? I don’t think you could turn this down, Harrington.” You smile at him, holding out hope that at least a bit of humor and company can lift his spirits.

The smallest smirk began to form on his face as his hands relax. “Oh, now how could I ever turn that down, darlin’,” Steve answers, turning the car on and driving onto the street. Despite the light joke, the words were thrown together with a bittersweet tone.

Steve’s parents had left him with a sour taste on his tongue when it came to love. His parents were cold and distant. Not only with him, but also with each other. Mr. Harrington’s frequent work trips had almost always turned into affairs, which quickly lead the Mrs. accompanying him. Steve was often left with a weekly allowance for food and other necessities; however, the freedom of a teen with an empty house only held excitement for so long before the loneliness set in. This is when he would call you.

In middle school, it was a call followed up by a bike ride to the nearest park. You’d push Steve gently on the swing, and he’d vent about how his dick father left on another trip and won’t be back until god knows when. “Yeah, it’s cool at first to have a house all to yourself, but I don’t know,” he’d start, craning his neck to face you. “It just gets lonely after a while. That huge house and knowing no one was in the next room if I needed them. Hell, even if I wanted them.”

In high school, it was a call to invite you over for a party. Long nights of drinking anything you and your classmates could scrounge up, smoking out by the pool until the lights were hazy, and dancing way too close to music that was way too loud with people that were way too old to be at a high school party. Those were the nights when Steve was angry. The ones when he felt homesick, though? Those called for a night in with a classic movie, snacks, and late night talks about life.

The fluorescent lights of the Aldi’s parking lot pull you out of the past. The night is cool as you step out onto the pavement, your costume not doing much to shield you from the crisp autumn night. No one wears jackets with their costumes; especially not sexy camp counselors running from Jason Voorhees. The shutting of the car door breaks the quiet buzzing of the storefront’s LED sign, and you realize Steve is already walking towards the tanned brick building. Quickly following suit, you close your door and jog up to him. 

As you approach, he mindlessly pulls up his Levi’s causing the black blazer and t-shirt to lift slightly. You find yourself staring as a small breeze causes goosebumps to ghost across his freckle-bathed waist. Jeans hugging tight in all the right places, perfectly showcasing his long legs. Just because he’s your best friend doesn’t mean you don’t know beauty when you see it, and Steve Harrington is the epitome of effortless beauty. Despite the hair of course. That was a half hour process. Minimum.

“You gunna sit there and eye fuck me all night, or are we going to get some snacks?” Steve chuckles, the smirk on his face ever growing. You can feel your cheeks heat up from the sudden realization of being caught.

“Hey, it stared at me first. What’d ya do? Raid Billy’s closet for his tightest pair of blue jeans?” you shoot back with a raised eyebrow. Playful banter is one of the many staples of your friendship, and boy, oh boy, did you both put your all into it, on most occasions anyway. This one was just left with a soft chuckle followed by a “Fuck you.”

The automatic doors glide open to reveal the worn out linoleum floor marked with years of scuff marks and spills. You grab one of the blue baskets off the tower, and make your way through the aisles. You pause in front of the chip display, pondering which choice to go with.

“Pringles or Doritos?” you ask. “And if Doritos: sour cream and onion or nacho cheese?”

“Definitely nacho cheese,” he responds, grabbing the bag and walking further down the aisle. “I don’t want to have to smell your breath all night if we get the others.”

“Oh shut up, you ass. Newsflash, your breath would smell just as bad”

“Not even. I have never once had bad breath.”

“HA!”, you laugh, a smile planting itself on your face. “Someone clearly doesn’t remember first day of 6th grade when we met at the bus stop and you literally made Melissa puke because you didn’t brush your teeth for most of the summer.”

Steve turns on his heels to face you, his face pragmatic and unmoving as he quietly responds, “I told you to never bring that up again.” He pauses, and starts walking back towards you before continuing, “I will get on this intercom and tell all of these shoppers about how you shit your pants walking home, last year.”

The smile falls from your face. “Don’t you even dare, Steve,” you growl, “That’s not fair and you know it. I was sick! You were just a teenage boy.”

Steve starts walking towards the sweets while chuckling to himself “Yeah, but they don’t know that.” He turns back to see you still standing there staring at him with a stunned look on your face. “You know I won’t do that,” he reveals grabbing your hand, “Come on, we’ve got some candy to pick out.”

You soon head back to the car with a bag of Doritos, Razzles, Starburst, and Miller Lite. Steve’s charm is good for some things; like never being carded. Well, at least when it was a middle-aged woman working the checkout.

It’s a quick drive back to Steve’s house, and soon enough you’re both laying down watching Footloose with your head on one arm of the couch and Steve’s on the other. Try as you might to focus on the film, you can’t help but find your eyes flitting back to Steve. Even with the cheap beer making your gaze heavy, it’s easy to tell his mind is elsewhere. Gently turning your foot into his arm, you ask, “You okay, Stevie? I know that’s a dumb question, but I can tell you’re distracted. Need anything? Another beer? Hair rubs? More red Starburst?”

“I think I’m all beered out for the night,” he chuckles. “Hair rubs sound nice though.”

You slide up on the couch and Steve settles his head into your lap. The low light of the tv causes an ethereal glow to fall across his face, his eyes getting heavier with each pass of your hand through his hair. He could always count on you to keep him grounded. You count the freckles on his face, mindlessly playing with his tousled tresses. “You know they say that beauty marks are the spots where you were kissed the most by your lover in your past life,” you babble, the beer clearly evident in your system. “You must have never had a free moment.”

You can feel Steve chuckle below you. “Staring at me again are we, darling?” he titters. “What can I say? I’m a king in every lifetime.” You grant him a small chuckle before gently patting his face.

“What? You know it’s true,” he sputters, laughing as he gently elbows you.

“I get it Steve, you’re a very handsome man,” you chide as you pull his cheeks like a child. He grabs your hand and places it back on his head, signaling for you to continue. You begin to run your hands through his chestnut hair once more and watch the movie through still heavy eyes. Only a few minutes later you can feel Steve tense up again but decide to keep quiet this time.

“Nance said that she doesn’t love me,” he sighs out a few moments later, eyes still fixed on the TV. You don’t say anything, not wanting to interrupt. He continues, starting to sit up, “She said that I’m bullshit because I don’t care that we killed Barb, and that our whole relationship is just bullshit, bullshit, bullshit.”

“Oh, Stevie,” you murmur before pulling him into a hug. “You are not bullshit, okay? If anything she’s bullshit. She used you to break out of her life of boring normalcy.” She’s been through a lot, and she’s handled it well; however, her treatment of your best friend? That is where she rubbed you wrong. You could tell he was falling hard, and she just seemed to love the attention with no means to reciprocate. 

“No, she’s right,” he interjects, pulling back to sit against the couch. “I am bullshit. All I ever cared about was keeping my reputation as King Steve and acting like an ass with Tommy H. I cared more about that than making Nance happy.” He stops talking and turns away, his eyes tearing up.

“Key word being was, Steve,” you huff, “Were you an asshole? Without a doubt. How many times did I put your ass in check for that? But you’ve become a different person after we got Will back. She can’t continue to hold that against you.”

He looks at you while you’re speaking, but you can tell he doesn’t believe the sentiment behind your statements. You grab both sides of his face and pull your foreheads together. With knitted brows and closed eyes, you speak softly, “Stevie, look at me and actively listen to what I’m saying.” It breaks your heart to think of all the changes he has made just to make her happy, and she has done nothing to acknowledge it.

Your eyes begin to brim with tears, and as you open them to look up at him through wet lashes, you speak from the heart, “We’ve all done things we aren’t proud of. That’s just a fact of life, but you are not that person anymore. You dropped Tommy H and Carol, and even saved Nancy and Jonathan’s ass from a Demagorgon when you were there to apologize. You have been trying so hard to make an effort in rekindling your relationship and her happiness. I mean, didn’t you take her to that party so she could get her mind off everything? All you have ever done in your life is try and prove yourself to the people you love, but love shouldn’t be conditional. It isn’t conditional. You are enough just the way you are right now, okay? I can’t be more serious,” you finish, closing your eyes once again.

This isn’t the first time you’ve had a heart-to-heart, but you can only see Steve tear himself apart for so long. He was dealt a shitty hand in life, and you tried your best to make it better. After a moment of silence, you feel his hand cup your tear-stained cheek.

“Look at me,” he speaks softly, voice barely above a whisper. “Please, dear,” his voice lacking the usual confidence. Slowly you pull your head back and look at him. His eyes dart back and forth between your own with a look of apprehension. Steve subconsciously wets his lips as he looks down at your own. Your feel a lump in your throat as you swallow hard, eyes meeting his once again. The mixture of alcohol and vulnerability lie thick in the air as your heads slowly drift closer to one another, and soon enough your noses brush.

“Steve,” you whisper, voice full of hesitancy and confusion. Hesitant on the part that this was your best friend who was still in a relationship despite this evening’s events. Confusion on the part that this was your best friend. But if he were just that, then why was your heart hammering against your chest?

His eyebrows furrow, as if distressed by your response. “Yeah?” he whispers back, slightly dejected. 

You stay like this, unsure of how long has passed. Seconds? Minutes? Then, you hear him sigh. With hope you aren’t misreading the current situation, you say under your breath, “Kiss me.” You feel him draw back slightly and your heart falls to your stomach just before his lips are crashing into yours. His lips fit perfectly into your own as if this were a habitual pleasure, bodies hand-crafted for each other. His soft, cherry flavored lips moving in such perfect motion with yours.

He draws your bottom lip into his mouth and bites gently, earning a soft whimper from you. He melts into the moan, slipping his tongue into your mouth as you return the favor. His hands fall across the nape of your neck, deepening the kiss and pulling you into him. You both soon pull back to catch your breath, and your vision is full of stars. He takes your hands in his and once again rests his forehead against your own.

“Well that was unexpected,” you chuckle.

“I just couldn’t help myself. I’m sorry.”

“No, don’t apologize, Steve. I asked for it.”

His hazel eyes meet yours once more. “I’ve never had someone care for me as much as you, and I’m kicking myself for not realizing it sooner.”

“Steve, I don’t think it’s a big surprise that I care for you. I’ve cleaned more scraped knees and alcohol-stained houses than I can count,” you remark.

“I’m quite aware of that, darling,” he answers bemused. Taking a deep breath, he starts again, “I mean, realizing that I love you.”

Once again, the boy’s words send a fire straight to your cheeks. “Oh,” you manage to choke out, taken aback from the confession. Although, you’re not quite sure why you’re surprised. You suppose the feelings had been there all along.

“You don’t have to say it back, okay? I mean, I’m still with Nancy, so really I shouldn’t have even kissed you,” he rambles, filling with embarrassment over what he confessed and your small reaction.

“I just—” he sighs, rubbing the back of his neck before continuing, “I don’t want this to ruin us. I mean, our friendship, ya know?”

“How could this ruin anything, Steve?,” you ask him, caressing his cheeks. “We have always been close, and I suppose I just mistook our love as platonic. Maybe it did start there, but tonight, after that kiss, I care for you in more ways than one.”

Now it was his turn to burn, the pink tinge crawling up his cheeks. There was a shared look of longing, a decades worth of love buried beneath the ruse of friendship.

“How did I ever get so lucky to have you in my life?” He asks, a smile growing.

“Oh now, Steve,” you grin, “I don’t think barreling through kids to get me to sit next to you in class counts as luck.”

“Well, if you weren’t wearing that Scooby t-shirt I probably wouldn’t have even talked to you, so consider yourself lucky,” he laughs with a wink.

You roll your eyes at him and lean back on the couch just in time for the credits to start rolling and for Kenny Loggins’ voice to fill your ears:

Looking into your eyes

I know I'm right

If there's anything worth my love

It's worth a fight

We only get one chance

And nothing ties our hands

You're what I want, listen to me

Nothing I want's out of my reach 

You look back over to Steve only to see him smiling at you already. And as the music continues to play, you know that no matter what tomorrow brings, Steve will always be there for you like you are for him.

#steve harrington x reader #friends to lovers #slow burn #stranger things #stranger things fic #steve harrington x you #steve harrington x y/n #steve harrington fic #steve harrington imagine #steve harrington one shot #steve harrington fluff #steve harrington fanfic #steve harrington fanfiction #fan fiction #fanfic #ems writes

[silverskye13]

That xisuma fic was absolutely incredible! If you have any more specific headcanons about android!X I would love to hear them! The idea is amazing and you wrote it so well!

Hai-yo! I'm glad you liked the writing snippet! ^_^

Oh boy, headcanons. How dare you make me organize my thoughts! Let's see.

Android!X is a server that one day decided to stop running in the background. Where I think most of the hermits were "born" on a home world that they can return to, it's more like Xisuma goes into his own mind. Similarly, if someone were to plot a course in the universe to Xisuma's home world, they'd just end up standing in front of him. [I feel like this also means between seasons X just kinda floats like a spaceman in hyper sleep through the void, go you funky little robot go!]

His body is made of circuitry and nanobots? In a way that isn't in any way functional to real life. But it's like he's a beehive almost. He has a living, moving body, but it's built for finesse and life-like expression. That kind of detail needs constant maintenance, so he has a fleet of little drone nanobots constantly doing repairs.

On that note, I think metallic/cybernetic/redstone components don't respawn like organic matter does on death. If it takes damage, it has to be repaired. Hermits like Doc are only mildly hampered by this, since any time his mechanics break, only parts of him are out of commission. For X though, anything that doesn't kill him outright has to be repaired. His nanobots help this, especially with small bits of damage accrued throughout the day, but anything that does significant damage requires him to power down to focus on repair and rebuild, where his nanos can run rampant while he rests. [He's never not productive though. Normally he uses this time to catch up on writing memory transcripts and other general internal housekeeping.]

Android!X is functionally smart but because everything he's ever done has had to be coded, a lot of things slip between gaps in his logic. He's a very smart computer, but he's still a computer. Common sense things slip between the cracks because common sense on regular people is mostly pattern recognition and intuition. Xisuma's only intuition is something he's hand-written in a table in a file somewhere. If he's never had to write/code it, and it's unique enough to not show up in a basic dictionary/archive search, it's a blind spot for him. He can query and in a millisecond give you data facts about the deep dark and still forget that the clicking noise his thinking pattern makes would attract a Warden. This also means he sometimes has weird hang ups in social situations sometimes. Yeah sure, Etho and BDubs are having the same friendly debate from last week, but this time BDubs is 30% louder [possible difference in altercation severity?] and Etho is on hazardous ground [standing on scaffolding, increasing height, personal endangerment? Posturing? Intimidation technique?], which means this situation is actually totally different and he's never coded protocols for it. He's gotten pretty good at reading other people's reactions to gauge his own, but when he's alone, he sometimes has an error he's affectionately labeled a "social short circuit". Good thing they're all hermits and understand when he sometimes just... walks away from things.

Even X doesn't know where his emotions come from. He knows he can augment them [He has a database for complex feelings like "happy and also sad" and "lonely but content", as well as for tonally dissonant scenarios like "feel worried when Cleo says 'its fine'."] and he has on a handful of occasions been able to shut them down when he was too overwhelmed or in a tense situation. But he has no idea where the emotions originally came from, and his ability to control their intensity [and turning them off] is so non-existent it's nearly random.

Xisuma has been trying to code a way to feel pain for a long time. Most of the hermits think he's crazy when he talks about it, but he thinks it would cut back on a lot of his time spent on damage assessment. It's much easier to tell if something is broken if you can feel it break. Currently his only indication something is wrong is if a circuit is actively frying or something stops working -- or if his nanos sniff it out.

Xisuma doesn't eat, but he tells his friends he eats redstone. It cuts back on some of the unnecessary worry about his well-being. It also means when they think he's distressed, they leave him little gifts of redstone, and he finds that endearing.

Xisuma likes to dress up his cybernetics. It started out with trying new paint jobs and slowly escalated to building new body casings with fancy cosmetics. He's very proud of his bone mage cosplay. The little dragon helmet has glowy-eyes and smoke comes out of its nose and everything. Tango, Joe and Cleo like to help him design things, and he lets Doc and Grian go ham trying to stress test [ie ruthlessly destroy] the parts to make sure they're durable before he commits to a design.

And that's about all I've got for now I think!

#answering asks #the barking writer #xisuma #android!xisuma #robot!xisuma #savviathan #long post #longpost #woe! my headcanons be upon ye!

[ryusei-nopulse]

hiii aaa could i request something for izumi >< something like izumi as your knight and he got fed up with all the princes from other kingdoms asking for your hand in marriage so he runs away with you in the middle of the night with the help of the other knights members

the brainrot has been very bad lately i hope this isnt too much !! and thank you in advance, looking forward to more of your writings :D

run away with me [izumi sena]

notes this request was rlly fun to write, thank you anon!! apologies for how the ending was really rushed, i didn't rlly know how i should have ended it... ;;

description the life of nobility seems suffocating for you. it's almost too much... izumi proposes a plan to you late at night.

additional info AU/not canon compliant, gn reader

"psst. wake up." you felt someone tapping your shoulder.

"hm..." you opened your eyes slowly, only to be met with bright blue ones staring at you.

"jesus christ, izumi!" you exclaimed startledly. "you scared me!"

"that's not important now. get your things together." izumi gestured towards your nightstand, where most of your valuables were.

"huh? but why...? did something happen to mom and dad?" you whispered, feeling your heart sink at the thought of something terrible happening to your parents.

"no, nothing happened. just..." he sighed before continuing. "are you happy with your life here? do you like talking to those suitors that your parents want you to marry?"

the question seemingly came out of nowhere. confused, you give him a look. "where is this coming from, izumi?"

"just answer the question."

"well..." you thought back on the last few months and everything that's happened since then. you were... alright. not happy with living here per se, but everything was alright. as long as your parents were happy, then that would be the case forever.

"yeah. i'm fine with it... as long as mom and dad are happy, right?" you responded after a few seconds.

"haah? what about you, though? are you happy with living here forever?"

"..." that, you couldn't say for certain. were you truly happy with living here forever? if you were to be honest with yourself, you couldn't see yourself being confined to the walls of this castle forever. it just felt too... suffocating to you.

the expectations of being nobility that were forced upon you were too much at times. that was perfectly normal, right...? but why did it hurt so much nowadays?

"i don't know." was the answer you settled on. "i don't know if i'm happy here or not. it feels stressful, being expected to marry someone that i don't even love."

"well, do you want to leave this castle?"

you looked shocked at the notion of doing such a thing. "my parents would never allow me to do such a thing...!"

"of course they wouldn't." izumi responded. "...but can't you make the decision of whether or not you want to leave by yourself?"

you were getting more and more confused. "i don't understand. why rebel against my parents? they'd be angry, and even if i did run away, they'd track me down for sure."

"...well, if you were given the choice, would you?"

you hesitated before nodding. "based on how things are going for myself... i would say yes, but why would you ask this, izumi?"

"well, because that's exactly what we're going to do tonight."

"running away...?" you questioned. "i appreciate the thought, but why so suddenly, izumi?"

"naru overheard your parents talking last night. they said that they want to marry you off as soon as next month." you felt your heart sink to your stomach at his words.

"next... month...?" you feebly responded. "izumi, this isn't a funny joke."

"...do i look like the type to joke about something like that?" izumi queried. "besides, don't you want to be free from the castle? when was the last time that your parents let you outside of the castle grounds?"

now that you thought about it... it's been awhile since you've roamed around outside of the castle. it wasn't like you were a prisoner or anything, but at the same time... your parents' vehement refusal to let you outside of the grounds sure made you feel like one.

"see? i'm not going to force you, but i'd prefer if you gave me an answer right now." izumi requested.

"well..."

"secchan~ are you ready yet?" came ritsu's tired voice from the doorway. "oh, i guess not... hahh, just let me know when you're both ready then..."

"ritsu? what are you doing here?" you asked, squinting in the darkness of the room in an attempt to see where he was.

"didn't secchan already tell you that he was running away with you?"

"...so you're helping with the plan?"

"yep. anzu, nacchan, tsukippi, and suu-chan are too~"

"anzu is...? well, if it's a group effort, then..." you paused, pondering over your options. you could stay here for the rest of your life, trapped in what would most likely be a loveless marriage with someone that you barely know... or you could run away to be with someone that you actually love. "i'll do it."

"well, get your things together. we're short on time." izumi stated.

"suu-chan and anzu can't stall the rest of the castle guards for that long, so i would hurry up if i were you~" ritsu agreed.

"okay, okay... should i pack light?" you inquired, digging through the drawers of your nightstand for your things.

"just the bare minimum."

"ah, that reminds me. nacchan should be here soon." ritsu spoke up from the doorway, looking down the hallway for any sign of her.

"RITTSU! we have a problem!" came leo's loud voice from down the hallway.

"tsukippi~, your voice is way too loud..." ritsu mumbled. "you'll wake everyone up at this rate..."

"yeah, but it's an emergency!!" leo exclaimed, trying to catch his breath (presumably from running). "naru's trying to keep them occupied, but the guards found out!"

"already...?" you questioned. "but weren't tsukasa and anzu keeping them busy? are they alright?"

"they're alright! they just got repositioned, but... what do we do now?!"

"calm down, leo-kun. you're yelling." izumi sighed. "are anzu and kasa-kun in a place where they can meet up with us at all?"

"they're near the entrance to the garden, so i guess so...?" leo responded.

"..." izumi paused for a moment to think as you continued to look through your drawers to find your things. "kuma-kun. tell naru to meet us near the garden instead."

"okay~" ritsu nodded, walking off to find arashi.

"izumi, i'm done packing, but what do we do now...?" you queried, holding a few of your bracelets and necklaces.

"we go to meet up with the others," he responded. "leo-kun, make sure that the servants don't catch naru and kuma-kun."

"okie-dokie!" leo gave izumi a thumbs up.

a few seconds passed before izumi looked at the window. "hey. you know how to climb out of a window?"

——

one (somewhat clumsy) window jump later, you found yourself nearing the gardens, walking alongside izumi. silence fell over the two of you, although it wasn't like either of you particularly minded. it was almost... pleasant.

"ah, sena! there you are!" leo exclaimed, breaking through the silence. "suo~ was just wondering where you w-"

"i was not!" tsukasa cut leo off. "you were the one saying 'ahh, what's taking sena so long?! that meanie!!'"

"well, they're here now... that's all that matters, right?" anzu asked, nervously laughing at the look that izumi was giving leo.

"right. where's naru and kuma-kun? don't tell me they ditched on us, leo-kun." izumi prodded.

"hm? oh, right! they got repositioned again!" leo responded. "they stalled for you two though, so don't worry about it, sena!"

"...right."

"well... you two should probably leave now. your mother and father will probably be awake soon..." anzu trailed off.

"yeah. um... thank you, everyone. for helping with this, that is," you stated.

"wahahaha, no problem! ahh, this 'escape' thing is giving me so much inspiration...! ☆" leo exclaimed euphorically.

"leo-san, please don't try to draw on the walls again..." tsukasa sighed. "well, in any case... be safe, you two." anzu nodded in agreement.

"yeah, yeah. we will. don't worry about us, kasa-kun." izumi replied.

"right! i should say that to you two, though..." you trailed off, sneaking a glance behind tsukasa and anzu into the castle.

"...we'll be fine. do not worry about us." tsukasa stated.

"okay, if you say so." you looked towards the castle gates.

"yeah, be safe, you two.." anzu stated. "however, i believe that your parents will be up soon, (name)... i would start leaving right now if i were you."

"mm... you're probably right, anzu."

pausing, you hesitantly took izumi's hand, locking eyes with him.

"so... shall we...?"

#ensemble stars x reader #enstars x reader #sena izumi x reader #🍬 — grace writes #🍬 — grace rqs #i haven't written a full length scenario in such a long time sorry if i'm rusty..

[moodymisty]

Hey! How're you doing? I hope you've been able to get some good down time :) If it's ok, I have a bit of a...writing query? How do you know which tense is best to use? I realised that I have a habit of "tense hopping" and that's why I get in a fluster when I write. Is present tense better for writing fics or is this just personal preference? (This is why I draw more than write, I am very rusty with my grammar skills lol, I'll make sure to post some tastefully horny art the ppl will approve of)

(I never know if I should answer these queries public or private, I'll answer public just in case anyone else wants to hear my deranged writing tips)

Uggghhh I'm massively guilty of this as well, especially around like a year ago when I started writing again. I had to go back and revise one of my old posted fics recently because I wrote half in present and half in past.

Putting all this under a readmore because I rambled XD

TL;DR: There really isn't a 'best tense' or anything you can apply, since they can all work. It's largely personal preference, unless you really want the reader to feel a specific way.

Generally however, if I follow one character specifically, I like to use present. Which is why many reader inserts are written in it since we're following 'ourselves' as we do things. It also seems to help readers connect more with what a character is feeling or doing in that exact moment. Present also helps if you're someone (like myself) who likes describing small or mundane details. Like how someone's hand moves, how the pins on their bag jingle. An example ↘

It isn’t as if Crosshair is exactly a stranger to watching people, given he’s someone who is far fonder of scoping out a situation from afar. But ‘scoping out the situation’ implies he’s at some point going to jump into the lake, to take a swim; He’s not, and what he’s doing seems to tread more into the lines of leering, than anything else. It makes him furious at himself for not being able to do something so simple, but no matter how much he tries, he can’t seem to get himself to do much beyond just thinking about you. It’s not like he even can get himself to stop doing that either, as he sits in front of the Marauder with his rifle in his lap. Crosshair wonders if the way your body moves is intentional; The way your hips sway, turning on a heel scurrying from task to task like you’re simply floating on air. There’s just something about you; You’re only updating a maintenance report for one of the reg starfighters to keep it on schedule, and he can barely keep his eyes on the maintenance he normally does religiously. You must be finishing up with it, because the next time he looks up you’re walking this way, waving hello to all of them. There’s not been a day since you met them where you haven’t at least tried to spare them even the tiniest moment of your time.

Meanwhile past tense is usually better the longer your work gets, or works where you're not focusing on anything or anyone super deeply. 'Past tense' also tends to be easier for people to read, and you get more flexibility with how you format the writing. For instance if you're skipping time, it's easier on readers to flow into the idea that an amount of time has passed with past tense wording. Example ↘

“It’s… Cleaner in here?” It’s not clean by any means, but stuff was off the floor, which was a major accomplishment. “Yeah, had to clean it up before we haul it back to Coruscant.” Hunter walked by Echo as he spoke, the rest not far behind. Echo closed the gangplank behind him, and gently crossed his arms as he watched Tech diligently wrap up a cable that has been laying there ever since Echo had first stepped foot in this ship. Having walked into the cockpit, he put a hand on Hunter’s seat as he looked out the viewport, before he spotted the outside of the hanger they’re currently landed in. Tech was fiddling on his datapad for a moment before they took off, having crossed his legs one way before he then swapped to the opposite. “Before? What’s the big occasion? Not that I’m complaining.” Hunter gave a small smile.

Using italics, for instance like say using them when a character is thinking of a past interaction, can be helpful for if you NEED to swap tense briefly, but don't want to jolt the reader. Forming it more as we're watching the character in the present, think of the past. Rather than sending the reader themselves to the past. Golly I hope that makes sense. Here.

He remembers the way his legs were hanging off the side of his bunk, aching and in pain after a nightmare had woken him up from his sleep. He’d been sitting just like this for ages, staring off with his heart racing in his chest before you’d come over, sitting beside him. You were quiet for a bit, with Echo silently enjoying the feeling of company. And when you did finally speak, you were offering him even more of your time than you’d already given him. ‘I think I just need some sleep. But…’ He had glanced your way and saw the dim light shadowing the edges of your features, as you looked right at him. ‘Thank you.’ Your lips pressed against the corner of his mouth, eyes closed. When you pulled away, there was tiniest smile on your face. ‘Night, Echo.’

Apologies for the tangent, and again, this is all just my personal thoughts. I have no professional writing experience beyond middle school English class. I am but a humble fic writer. But I really hope it helps! And If I didn't answer your question (I have a tendency to go off the rails) Feel free to tell me!

(exclusive image of me writing)

#follow me for more mediocre advice as I just write about dick for the 2973429742th time #forgive the ramble #I am far from a perfect writer and I'm sure posting this in a writing forum would get me torn to shreds #But I hope my advice helps none the less! If not? I sworry ;; #not writing #reply

[luxwing]

For the Astarion query you had and will not say any spoilers/will be normal lol.

My first time playing I missed a few companions so less choice. He's hard to miss so anyone in the same boat as me would have had more time with him. Some you can almost miss till end of act 1 so again you'd end up with him for more.

Everyone that I did get for act 1 till maybe a little into act 2 was on the same level of fuckable for me (in that I wasn't too bothered as actually went into the game not knowing the romance was that well developed)

The most romanced characters are Shadowheart, Lae'zel and Karlach. So a lot of people agree with you. I would argue its more that Astarion ticks the right boxes for the people that create stuff for tumblr and tiktok and also has a lot of content/a lot of content that is easily quotable. Then because of algorithms etc the hype train kicked off.

My hope is that it doesn't end up going the other way and he doesn't end up getting hate because of counter culture or whatever. He is a very good character, as they all are and his story is also very moving. Again without spoilers, at release there were some people grateful that they could connect with his story and felt they hadn't seen it, as it is in the game, in media before.

Astarion slowly made his way up that list for me for the following reasons

Funny

Interesting backstory that gets more we will say interesting as the acts go on

Backstory has moments of oh fuck I get that trauma

He has the ability to change either way possibly the most

He literally has the most hours of dialogue etc and a bunch of romance scenes when some characters sadly don't

Now I have done more times through the game, personally I think they all have pretty good character development and are all very fuckable as yous say.

If you held a gun to my head and made me pick 1 I would pick karlach, gale and astarion in no set order and take the bullet. But honestly the others are really pretty much just as good to me.

Now the hype is dying down I feel like a lot of convos have been moving onto other characters including wanting to fuck NPCs.

I've gotten far enough not that my character did spend a night with Astarion and it's opened up some more information about his backstory, so I'm starting to see what draws a lot of people toward him. Also, someone mentioned this on my other post, but yeah Neil Newbon's performance does so much heavy lifting that you can't help but find him a bit charming.

And God I forgot this game has three acts my ass is just now almost finished with everything in act one I'm only level 5 after nearly thirty hours oh my god

But I guess one reason people might not be fans of Astarion (not just because they're tired of the fanmedia saturation mind you) is because of his approvals. He gains approval from you being mean or snarky and from some displays of cruelty, so that might be a quick turn off for people. Ive bypassed this by leaving him at camp whenever I wanna be nice along with the other "kindness is cringe" people.

But yeah, he's a well written character, I'll agree to that. Honestly, all the party members seem really multifaceted whether for better or worse, and I actually like that a lot. I do wish Shadowheart and Lae'zel would stop trying to kill each other and make out already, tho.

Tbh I haven't seen anyone 'hate' on Astarion. Joke about him, sure, but i think I've seen way more people shit on Shadowheart than on him. Which, that's a whole nuther discussion to be had in itself, but yeah idk.

God I still have so much of the game left to do what the fuck

[andromedaexists]

WUPDATE: CALL ME ICARUS

𝚆𝚎𝚍𝚗𝚎𝚜𝚍𝚊𝚢, 𝙹𝚞𝚕𝚢 𝟷𝟿𝚝𝚑 || 𝙲𝚊𝚖𝚙 𝙽𝚊𝙽𝚘

y'all i am so busy rn that i forgot to keep yous updated on my progress. moving forward i am going to try and be more present here, i am going to work my way through my backlog of tag games this weekend and queue up all the writing yous tagged me in.

this month is camp nano and it has kept my mighty busy. here is a list of things that has happened this month:

finished the prologue and chapters 1-10. i got them up for betas to read (if you'd like to beta for CMI, the form is still open to apply here)

got in contact with an artist and started the process of commissioning them for a cover (they just sent me the concept sketch and im!!!!!)

set an official publication date (announcement coming soon 👀👀👀)

submitted a query! (and realized that i don't want to trad pub so i'm self pubbing instead!)

started talking to formatting editors. i'm not sure if i'll be able to afford a good formatting review before publication, but i am in talks with someone who will let me use their Vellum!

started research on how to self pub/what company i want to go through (and actually set up a channel where i can dump my research once i compile it!)

cried a lot over this whole process. a lot.

so yeah! a lot has happened! a lot of good stuff, but a lot of stressful stuff as well! that's okay though, i'm just over the moon that i have an official pub date 🥰

i'm going to push through to the end of camp nano, but i am going to try and get back into weekly wupdates and just talking about writing a lot more. i was a little hesitant about joining camp nano given how bad regular nano went for me last year, but a new server i joined has really helped me find my love of writing again (thank you doom and clanky and so many others that i met through the bird app, i love you all)

anyways, enough rambling. let's get to what you guys are really here for: snippets! i am going to add a couple here (read, a snippet for each chapter i've missed updating here) to make up for my relative silence as of late:

Chapter 5:

There are two more encounters listed below it, but before Icarus can read them over he is distracted by a flash of gold entering the shop. His eyes shoot up, latching to the new patron standing in line with their back to him. It’s normal for bright colors and movement to grab his attention, but this time something feels different. He can’t put his thumb on it, but his brain is telling him that he should recognize them. It’s screaming that he should know who they are. But for the life of him, he cannot make out who it is. Whomst? The fuck? From this distance, he can’t see anything that might tell him who they are. Their plain black clothes could be the tell of an Elysian, but that isn’t a guarantee. The only truly identifiable trait is the halo of blond curls cascading over their shoulders. Why do I feel like I know them?

Chapter 6:

Ariadne whistles, a long and appreciative sound as she sees her husband’s work. The tattoo had been a beast to heal, but the hours of torturous pain and restless nights of endless itching had been well worth it. He spent days ogling the tattoo after it had first healed, the feathers look so real that you can almost feel them when running your hands over the inked skin. It is everything he wanted and then some. A feather-light touch runs down the etched skin. There is only one person who had ever touched him with that kind of reverence, his artist must have gotten up to inspect the tattoo. He is admiring his art—as he should—when he says, “Looks like you should have used more lotion.” He lets go of one edge of the hoodie to flip him the bird. It’s impossible to hide anything from his artist, of course, and he knew that his lackluster care would be noted. There are likely small splotches where the ink had fallen out due to his poor moisturizing regiment, but it’s not like he has much of a choice in that. Icarus drops the back of his hoodie with a sigh as he turns to face the artist again. YOU KNOW? HARD REACH AREA ALONE. His eyebrows raise as he speaks, his signs becoming large and boisterous. He then mimes trying to reach the middle of his back. That gets a chortle out of his artist and Ariadne. He hadn’t thought to consider how he would need to reach every part of his back before getting the tattoo, and the fact that he doesn’t have anyone in his life to help him makes it that much worse.

Chapter 7:

“Look,” Andromeda levels at him, voice growing in intensity as they say, “I understand that you don’t quite trust me yet. I mean, we just met yesterday. Hell, I don’t even know your name yet! But-” “Icarus.” He grabs the hoodie on the left and pulls it over his head. He takes a moment to pull his hair up and fasten it in a ponytail before turning and leaning back against the closet door. “My name is Icarus.” “Okay. Icarus. Y’know, that fits.” Their voice is calmer, quieter, as if that piece of information is enough to placate them. Icarus huffs. The name really does fit him, doesn’t it? Always jumping into things without thinking of the consequences, taking risks, and keeping shit close to his chest until he gets a bit too close to hubris and starts to fall apart. Falling in love with the sun personified. Burning, falling, crashing, drowning. Yeah, the name fits him. The only difference between him and the Icarus of myth is that he died at the end of his story. Icarus has no plans of dying. No, he plans of making it out the other end of his story and living to tell the tale.

Chapter 8:

“I thought the whole ‘Oh, Hestia has a pizza shop?’ ordeal would tell you that I have no idea where to go.” Huh, yeah, that should have clicked with him. It’s not like they could search up directions, they likely don’t have a phone just the same as him. Can’t risk having a way for someone to use GPS to locate him. It’s not like he has anyone to keep in contact with, anyways. “It’s just down the street. Go out the front of the building and head down West Saint Clair, it’s just past fourth street. I’d say can’t miss it but you very much could, there’s no sign out front. It’s the only building that looks like there’s someone living in it on that block, though.” “Got it. West Saint Clair, Fourth Street, not-abandoned building.” Andromeda repeats the directions to themself as they head towards the front door. “Anything else while I’m out?”

Chapter 9:

How could he forget? “Καιρὸς δε, Thanatos,” he mumbles as he stretches his arms out in front of him and rests his forehead on the blissfully cool counter. “And here I was thinking you weren’t gonna remember me.” Long gone is the shrill and timid voice of a sickly kid, replaced by one of the most soothing and deep tones Icarus had ever heard. “…Fair ‘nuff.” The vibrations of a glass hitting the counter top make Icarus look up. A glass of water, just water. He groans, that is not what he wants right now. He’s craving the sweet buzz of an energy drink, but that will require him to get up and walk around the island to grab one. Andromeda chuckles, not moving an inch as they watch Icarus suffer over the glass. “Quit pouting and drink.” He drops his head, turning his face away from the glass. “Oh come on, you big baby. Deja de hacer un berrinche y bebe.” They poke his cheek as he pouts. “Mira, food’s ready. Sit up and eat.”

Chapter 10:

“Why are we running?” they ask, gasping for air after the impromptu sprint. Icarus points to the bird as it hops along the ridge of the tent. He turns to watch their reaction, this is a big deal. Their eyes widen and their jaw drops open, they are just as shocked as he is. His smile has not left, though it dulls as their face drops to sadness and grim acceptance. What? “A crow.” Before he can say anything the look is gone. They beam a bright smile at him. “I can’t believe you found a bird! That’s definitely good luck for us.” But it’s not, their reaction sits wrong with him. He squints his eyes, watches them to see if that glimpse of despair will surface again. When it doesn’t, Icarus forces a smile on his face. If they don’t want to talk about it then he isn’t going to talk about it.

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10 | Trouble

I was made for lovin’ you

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Pairing : Eddie Munson x (they/them) Henderson! reader

Summary : Robin and Nancy find out new information which leads them one step closer to figuring the murders out meanwhile the other’s break into the school to retrieve some ‘highly personal’ profiles as well as Max having her first vision.

Word count : 889

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"Anything...juicy over there?" Robin queried. Nancy looked at the next page, huffing. "Nothing new." she huffed, Robin agreeing. Victor seemed like a normal guy. Dead family, missing eyes, took a plea deal, sent to Pennhurst." Robin read out, Nancy losing hope. "What are we looking for exactly? Any mention of dark wizards or alternate dimensions? Things in that vein?" Robin asked. "I don't know. Okay? It's starting to seem like this was just a big waste of time and you're obviously bored so why don't you just call Steve? I'm sure he'll come pick you up and I mean, I'm not really in danger here, so..." Nancy finished, walking off. Robin followed, standing behind Nancy once she had found her. "You do know that Steve and I are like, totally not a thing, right?" Robin mentioned, Nancy looking at like she was crazy. "What?" she responded. "So, I figure you and Jonathon are still going strong 'cause you guys are going to college together and you're like one of those unstoppable power couples, but I... I just, I wanted to make sure that you knew...that Steve and I are just friends. Like, platonic with a capital P." she sighed, Nancy nodding. "Just in case that's adding any tension between us." Robin added, not knowing what else to do. "It wasn't." Nancy responded bluntly.

"Holy shit, The weekly watcher. I can't believe they have this." Robin commented, picking it up and looking at it. "Don't they write about, like, bigfoot and UFOs?" she questioned, now more calmed and less agitated. "First, UFOs are absolutely real. Bigfoot, I'm still on the fence about. But may I remind you, we are looking for information on dark wizards? If someone's gonna write about that, it's gonna be these weirdos." Robin finished, Nancy nodding. She placed it in and waited for it to load. "Ah. 'Elvis cloned by aliens.'" she joked, ignoring Robins comment of 'you never know.'. Robin carried on looking through, reading through the pages. "'Victor Creel claims vengeful demon killed family. The murder that shocked a small community.'" Robin read out, Nancy rolling her eyes as she searched through more stuff. "Ha, ha. Very funny." she said sarcastically. "I'm not kidding. Get over here." Robin confessed, Nancy walking over. "According to several insiders, Victor believed his house was haunted by an ancient demon. Victor allegedly hired a priest to exorcise the demon from his home. Victor claimed this exorcism failed, but it angered this demon, which then murdered his family, removing their eyes. Victor believed he was spared as a punishment." Robin read, connecting the dots in her head. "That's pretty convenient for victor." Nancy commented as Robin stopped her. "Yeah, or super inconvenient. Victor was declared legally insane by the court, right? What if this is why? I mean it sounds insane. Just didn't go public because..." Robin paused. "The plea bargain. the records were sealed." Nancy finished. "What if a demon did invade Victor's home? It's just, this demon wasn't any old demon." Robin suggested.

"It was Vecna."

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"Dustin, do you copy?" Robin asked, talking into the spare walkie talkie and heading towards the car. "Yeah, I copy." Dustin replied instantly, everyone listening to the conversation. "So, Nancy's a genius, Vecna's first victims date back all the way to 1959. Her shot in the dark was a bull's-eye. " Robin rambled, Dustin nodding. The group walked through the schools dark hallways, finding their way to Ms Kelley's office. "Okay, that's totally bonkers, but I can't really talk right now." Dustin said, watching the others. "Wait, what are you doing?" Robin asked, getting in the car. "Breaking and entering school to retrieve confidential and extremely person files." Y/n commented. "Can you repeat that?" Robin asked, confused as she received static. "Just get your ass over here, stat. We'll explain everything." Steve said, taking the walkie talkie. Nancy sighed and face palmed. "I thought they were talking to Ms. Kelley. We leave them alone for two hours!" the girls huffed before Nancy started the car up.

Max unlocked the door, stepping in with the others behind and went straight the cabinet. "Holy shit." Max commented, y/n walking over. "You found it?" they asked, unable to stand still. Their anxiety was running high, not wanting to get caught in school, worried for their friends and on top of that, worried about Eddie getting caught now they knew Jason was after him. "Yeah, and not just Chrissy's file. Fred was seeing Ms. Kelley too." Max stated, sitting down in the chair and looking at the papers.

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Max walked out of the office, looking down both sides of the flashlight as she heard the noise again. Another chime. She took small steps, walking towards the direction of where the ticking was coming from, almost as if with every step she'd take, the noise purposely got louder. She looked down the hallway, shinning her light on a grandfather clock that was stuck in the wall. Another chime. Max cautiously walked closer, not moving the light off of it. Her breathing quickening, heart rate speeding up and hands gone clammy. Another chime. She was practically right in front of it now, nothing changing about it as she stared at it, not wanting to move her eyes of it, nor turn around. Another chime.

"Max."

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You Really Got Me (Part 14 of 17 of Fire)

When Eddie drops you home, you head straight to the laundry to put your spoiled clothes in the washing machine. Your Mom spies your new makeshift outfit, "Nice evening, moonbeam?" She enquires

Your Dad splutters and says to your Mom, "Please don't start asking questions I don't want to hear the answer to."

"Of course, my dear", she reassures and follows you into the laundry.

You look at yourself in the mirror and to say you are a mess is an understatement. The back of your hair is caked with that stuff. It has acted like some kind of mega hold hair gel.

"By the green goddess," she says as she enters, "What on earth happened?!" She sounds genuinely alarmed and is frantically checking you over.

"We got scared by some bobcats, and I fell in something grim out there by the lake, and well, here is am. Thankfully Eddie had a bunch of these I could use"

She puts her hand to her chest, "For a minute there, I thought he'd done this to you." You narrow your eyes at your Mom in confusion.

"You know, sometimes when two people are young and experimenting, mistakes happen…" she says gently.

Your eyes go wide, and you try to stop her quickly. "Ok, no. Stop. No, this is not….no…none of that."

She looks into your eyes and smiles, "Well, at least I know you aren't lying about that bit" she laughs, "So what kind of date did you go on? One where bobcats just happen to be around."

"Well, it didn't start out like that. It was actually quite fun initially" you start to detail the nice parts of the date, like its selection and being out on the boat.

She looks pleased for you, "He had an idea for every tape?" She queries.

"Yeah, but I don't know what they are yet." You say with your head in the sink, trying to wash out your hair with warm water.

"Yet? You plan on seeing him again then?" She says, teasing you

"I mean, I hope so. I like him, maybe more than I should." You say worried

"Oh, honey," she says, hugging you whilst you are still bent over the sink, "You're young, enjoy these things whilst you have the chance. I'm sure you like him exactly the amount you are supposed to right now. There are no rules for these things."

"When the bobcat lunged for me, he pulled me to safety, and I wondered if I could have done the same, and if not….if I lost him…I…" Your tears drop down into the sink with the rest of the water.

Your Mom grabs a towel, wraps up your hair, and sits you down, "It's normal to feel like this after a scary event, Moonbeam. Try not to dwell on what-ifs and think about the facts. You are both safe and uninjured. It's going to be fine."

You throw your arms around your Mom, "I don't think I tell you enough how much I love you."

She squeezes you back, puzzled, "Of course you do, honey, every day." You give her another hug and hear a cough in the doorway.

"An' wha' about me eh? " Your Dad's voice booms. You run over and give him a huge hug too.

"And you too of course!" You add.

Your moment is cut short by the phone ringing. Your Mom gets up to answer it.

Your Dad takes the opportunity for a heart-to-heart whilst your Mom is out of the room, "Listen 'ere. Being head o'r heels for someone is normal at your age. You shouldn't worry 'bout it so much. One day at a time, eh kidda?"

Your Mom's voice sings out, "It's for you, Moonbeam. It's your beau."

You look puzzled but run to grab the phone, "Thanks, Mom, Hey! Everything ok?"

"Everything is great, Moonbeam," he teases.

"Listen, how about I pick you up tomorrow morning? Just don't forget to bring some clothes with coverage, protective if possible, maybe some pointy things or bludgeony" clearly, weaponry is another Eddie special interest. His tone was more excitable than fearful.

"Oooh, I get to see early morning Eddie? Bet your eyes are so cute when they are puffy."

You get a few seconds of silence on the line, "Did you listen to anything I just said?….and yes, of course, they are" he's trying to be annoyed but is also amused." If we succeed tomorrow, you'll maybe get the chance to know them…intimately?" He adds

"Maybe? I'm not doing all this for a maybe!!" You feign dissatisfaction

"Yes, I was listening, pointy, blunt clothes" it's only then you see your parents looking at you from the laundry doorway that you decide to quieten down a little, " ok see you tomorrow," you say quietly,

"Alright, see you tomorrow ", he says

You put the phone down and race upstairs to pack the best kit you can find that fits the bill. It's mostly all older sports equipment, but it's what you have.

Your Mom knocks gently on the door, "Hey Moonbeam, are you planning on a trip? " You nearly jump clean out of your body.

"Ha, yeah, camping." You say nervously, which was sort of a half-truth. Lying to your parents, especially your Mom had never been your strength. You hated it, but if you told her the truth, she'd try to stop you from going.

She frowns a little, "Now Y/N" she used your full name. She knew, "It's clear to me and your Dad you are hiding something, and whilst we both had no issues with Eddie, this deception is starting to create one."

You sit down on the edge of your bed, "Mom if I told you, several things could happen. You would think I've lost my mind because you don't believe me and try to stop me. You do believe me and think I've lost my mind and try to stop me. I would rather be able to say goodbye and leave than sneak out of here."

Your Mom sits down next to you, "Why don't I make you a deal, whatever this is, and whatever I think, I do not try to stop you, but you have to tell me everything, all of it, no lies, no hiding."

You sigh deeply, shut your eyes, and tell your Mom everything.

She looks at you, her eyes searching yours for falsehoods as you talk, "Are you sure that's what you both saw? It isn't like a hallucination or something?"

"Absolutely one hundred per cent sure. I know how it sounds, I do, but I don't want to lie to you." You say, your brow knitted with frustration and concern, "And I won't let Eddie do this alone."

"Ok," she nods, "if this is what you need to do, then you have to do it. Just know we love you very much and that you keep that in mind before doing anything too foolish." And with that, she squeezes you tightly, kisses you on the forehead and leaves the room.

Sleep does not come easily that night, but you can get a few patches here and there.

You are awake super early, but it means you can get ready at a leisurely pace. Everything you use and touch in your room feels like a goodbye.

What if this is the last time you see any of this? You grab a notepad and write something for your Mom and Dad. Just letting them know how much you loved them and how lucky you were to have them.

Something taps on your window. You look outside. At first, you can't see anything, then you notice a ringed hand wrapped around your window frame. You quickly run over to find Eddie holding on for dear life, trying to pull himself up. You grab him by the vest and yank him inside.

You smile broadly and whisper, "What do you think you're doing?"

"Romance?" He innocently smiles and shrugs, you were entirely correct about his morning face, but it was even cuter than you had imagined.

"Looked a lot like sneaking around to me" you playfully poke his chest.

He grabs you by the waistband and pulls you into his arms, "Old habits die hard, unfortunately, my lady", he whispers, staring at your face, "Besides, I had a regret, and I had to make it right, in case … Well…you know?"

You'd like to say something to crush his doubts about your return together, but you feel them too, "What was this regret then?"

"That I didn't spend, potentially our last night on this earth, together. Keeping everyone else awake" He is impossibly close to you right now, his voice low and quiet, sincere as it rumbles right through you.

It's not like you haven't been this close before, but the weight of the situation made everything feel exponentially more dramatic. Your senses couldn't take in as many details as your brain craved, which frustrates you.

You gently move your face towards his neck, inhale his intoxicating scent and kiss a trail softly to the other side. He whimpers and suddenly hoists you up around his hips.

"Is this the kind of romance you had in mind?" You whisper in his ear.

"Mmhmm, just like this," he says quietly, his low voice sending sparks of electricity rocketing through your nervous system as he walks you over, and you both tumble to the bed.

"We probably should be quiet, though," you say, stroking his chest over his t-shirt as he leans over you.

"Oh, like church mice" he smiles and leans in to kiss you, and you disappear into euphoria.

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If you have a lot of outstanding full requests (20+) but no one is offering (yet) is it better to nudge and risk rejections or leave it be? If they know a lot of other agents are reading too and you nudge them without an offer will it make them think the others aren't interested? I have a feeling some of them might be waiting to see if others offer first? So if I nudge it could just lead to rejections and then if someone offers, less choices? I feel like I'm at a bit of a stalemate to be honest!

I received a lot of full requests then a lot more requests after I told agents that I'd received the initial bunch. Did this second batch of agents primarily request it because others have and they think it might be hot - or would they still only be requesting if they liked the query/sample pages themselves? Also, will they now expect an "offer of rep" to know it is "hot" so does that mean if I don't get an offer then I might as well not nudge them in a couple of months?

Oof. These questions are sort of similar (and might indeed be the same person??) so I'm tackling both.

I feel like this is like a Schrödingers Cat situation. Basically, you have a sealed box, in which might reside 20 rejections, or 20 acceptances, or some combo. You're assuming that these 20 people WANT to accept, but are waiting for a "go sign" (like a nudge with an offer) to do so, and if you give the wrong "go sign" (like a nudge without an offer), they will all just pass.

In fact, I think that if an appropriate amount of time has passed (like, 8 weeks for a short book, 12 weeks for a long book), it is perfectly fine and appropriate to gently nudge. That might, indeed, trigger some passes -- or ALL passes! -- but that isn't because you gave the wrong sign! It would have been a pass either way. Nobody turns down a book that they love and see potential in because there weren't other offers. If they DO, they are absolute fools, and most agents I know are NOT fools. In fact, if I'm the only person to offer, or the first person to offer, I would never think "yikes nobody else liked this maybe I shouldn't either" -- I think "wow, I am the smartest of them all, haha! Yes!"

If you nudge, whether I decline OR accept -- it's not because you nudged -- it's because I finally read it. In fact, I would probably be MORE likely to decline if there WERE other offers -- because I'd think, ah shit, well, I don't have time to rush and read this right now, and they have offers, so I'll just bow out. Whereas if it is just a normal nudge, I'd just be like, oh right, let me get to this.

As for ask #2, same deal -- you got a bunch of full requests on your first round. (Congrats!). It stands to reason, I think, that you'd also get a lot of full requests on your second round, because clearly there is something compelling in your query and/or pages. Thinking it's "hot" is nice and all -- but I wouldn't request something I wasn't actually at least interested in taking a closer look at. I'd certainly never OFFER for something I wasn't interested in. And whether other people are interested or offering MIGHT make me go faster -- but it also might make me bow out if I know I CAN'T go faster. It certainly would NOT make me offer just to offer without loving the book itself.

So... yeah. Basically - I'd nudge if/when you get an offer, obviously. But I also think it is perfectly appropriate to nudge when an appropriate amount of time has passed.

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Gobble Gobble!!! I'm SO glad you asked about Gobble Gobble, liam, because that is my TomGerri thanksgiving fic and I am VERY attached to it <3

I don't want to give too much away with this one, but the basic premise is - Logan has died, Gerri is chair of the board, Tom is CEO, and Tom and Gerri are in what is more or less a relationship of convenience. Its the first Thanksgiving after Logan's death, and all the Roy siblings end up crashing their apartment, in part because they don't know where else to go, and in part because they've subconsciously transferred their mommy and daddy issues onto Tom and Gerri now that they're running things. Greg, Roman, and Shiv, are all trying to break them up - Greg is jealous of Gerri, Roman is jealous of Tom, and Shiv just strongly dislikes the idea of her ex-husband getting together with her godmother. Greg and Shiv both show up with dates that they think will make Tom jealous - Shiv shows up with a hot young physical trainer that she hopes will make Tom feel inadequate, and Greg shows up with Tim, a management consultant with an MBA from Cornell who looks like a young Colin Firth. (Tom and Tim hit it off immediately). Kendall shows up intending to start shit with Tom, but is so deeply amused by Operation End TomGerri that he forgets about his beef with Tom altogether. Connor is utterly oblivious to what's going on and has an overall lovely time.

Three snippets for this one - two from the beginning and one from towards the end - because I love it so much and I've been working on it forever:

“They’re good pies,” Gerri responded absentmindedly, crossing to the coffee maker on the other side of the kitchen to pour herself a mug. 

“Well, thank you. But it is just the two of us.”

“Uh-huh.” Gerri didn’t look up from the mug she was adding sugar to. Tom moved back towards the oven, crouching down to glance through the door.

“That’s… a big turkey.”

“Uh-huh,” Gerri said again, turning back towards Tom and leaning against the counter. 

Tom straightened up to look at her, arching an eyebrow. “...It is just the two of us, right?”

Gerri took a long drink before saying, “Well, I didn’t invite anyone else. Did you invite anyone else?”

“No. Of course not. Because, as I recall, we’ve spent a decent amount of time talking about how nice it’ll be to have a quiet, adult Thanksgiving, with just the two of us.” Tom crossed his arms and gave Gerri a querying look. 

“Right. Okay. So - no, we’re not expecting anyone else.” She took another drink. “...I do think, though, that it pays to be prepared.”

“Uh-huh.” Gerri was a far better liar than he was, but they’d been sleeping together long enough that Tom knew when something was off. “Prepared for… what, the entirety of the Waystar board to drop by? Because I think we could probably feed them with all this.”

“Well, just… prepared for anything, you know?” Gerri crossed behind him into the living room, patting his arm as she went by. “This is why you should’ve joined the Boy Scouts, Tom.”    

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When Tom came back into the living room, wine and beer in hand, Shiv seemed to be deep in the story of how she and Jackson met.

“... So yeah, we’d see each other pretty regularly that way. He helped me tone my calves.”

Tom frowned before he could catch himself, and Shiv quickly added, “Jackson’s a personal trainer.”

“Oh.” That explained the ungodly musculature. He handed them their drinks, and then perched on Gerri’s armrest and draped an arm around her shoulders.  

Shiv blinked when he did that - just a little blink, the kind of thing that would look normal to someone you hadn’t been married to. Then, suddenly, like it was something that had been on her to-do list but she had forgotten to check off, she slid six inches towards Jackson to close the gap between them and wrapped an arm around his waist, leaning into him. He looked surprised, but just wrapped an arm around her in response (and Tom also saw Shiv’s tell-tale twitch when he did it, the discomfort with PDA that had never really abated).  

“So yeah, we’ve been having a lot of fun together. It’s really been great, what with - you know, Jackson’s just got that… youthful stamina, I guess,” she said, with a little smirk, and Tom would’ve had to be excessively stupid not to catch the little dig at his own age and stamina. 

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“Of course.” Tom placed a hand on Greg’s shoulder, and this time, Greg didn't stiffen. They stayed like that for a beat. Tom glanced at Greg, his head still bowed, his face still miserable. He felt something twist in him a bit. What an awful night for Greg. A thought popped into his head, against his better judgment. Should he? No, that would be fucking insane. Still. He knew exactly what Greg had been trying to do, and in for a penny, in for a pound, so:

“You want me to jerk you off, Greg?”

The way Greg jumped and spluttered was itself reward enough for that decision. It was endearing, really, the shocked ‘deer-in-the-headlights’ routine.

“What the fuck, Tom?”

Tom shrugged. “I’m serious. And you’ve had kind of a shitty night, so.”

Greg’s eyes were darting everywhere but at Tom. “What- Tom- I- That’s-”  Tom could've put him out of his misery, but it was infinitely more entertaining to watch him lose his mind. “Fucking what, man?” 

“Gerri and I aren’t exclusive.” Tom threw it out there casually, like it was the most obvious thing in the world. 

“I’m sorry, what?” Greg went from looking everywhere but at him to staring Tom directly in the eye, slack-jawed. “You- you’re- you’re engaged, dude.”

“Uh-huh. For financial reasons, mostly. Better tax rates and all that. Plus, in the event that some of Waystar’s more… unsavoury history comes out, a husband and wife can’t be compelled to testify against each other, so it seemed like a good strategic move.” 

“Holy shit… what? So you guys are just… you’re not like…” Greg opened and closed his mouth like a goldfish while trying to finish his sentence. “You’re not like… together-together?”

“Don’t be so binary, Greg. You can marry someone for tax reasons and still have great sex with them.” 

“Eugh,” Greg groaned and looks back out at the city skyline. “I don’t - I don’t want to hear about that.” 

Tom shrugs. “Suit yourself. The offer still stands, though. If you want to get off.”

Greg’s jaw clenched at that. “Yeah, I’m not really interested in being some third wheel to whatever fucked-up arrangement you and Gerri have.” 

“Okay. Okay. Let me start again.” Tom takes a deep breath. “I know what you were trying to do tonight Greg.” 

It shouldn’t have been possible, but Greg clenched his jaw even harder. Tom plowed forward anyways. 

“Seriously. First off - Tim, Greg? With an MBA from Cornell? You couldn’t have been more obvious if you painted it on your forehead.” Tom chuckled to himself. “You and your dad really do have similar taste, I guess.” 

“Tom-”

“Sorry, I know, I said I wouldn’t. Sorry. The point is -” Tom had to pause there. What did he want, exactly? 

Against all odds, he was actually happy with his arrangement with Gerri. She was a comfortable housemate, the strategy was good, and the sex was great. He figured he could probably live like that until one of them died and be perfectly satisfied. 

But.

He wouldn't go so far as to say he was in love with Greg. “In love” was one of those phrases you didn't throw around lightly. “In love” had all sorts of connotations that Tom wasn't sure he could apply to his relationship with Greg. But he did love Greg. In some way, on some level, this stupid kid meant the world to him, even though he’d been terrible at showing it. 

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