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campingwiththecharmings · 2 years

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Under the Neon Lights

AN: Y'all can thank Carrie Underwood for this one lol. Little to no plot here, negl.

(Un-beta'd)

You never do this, never have one night stands with strangers. Somehow, though, this guy doesn’t feel like a stranger…but you think maybe that’s just because he’s pretty and you're a little tipsy. Oh well. What happens here, stays here, right?

Rated: M+ (this is smut so, i mean, you’ve been warned?) Words: 6,239 (idek y'all) Pairing: Santiago "Pope" Garcia x F!Reader Warnings: cursing, kissing, alcohol consumption, one night stand, p in v, oral sex, a ridiculous amount of eyefucking; santiago garcia comes with his own warning. AO3

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You’re drunk.

Or at least, you assume you are, because you haven’t felt this good in months. You’d flown to Vegas last week for work, your company sending you there to “handle things” after merging with another company, and it…hadn’t gone very well.

Needless to say, it’s been a tough week, and having a few drinks and getting sweaty on the dancefloor with some strangers seemed like the perfect way to blow off some steam before you have to fly home tomorrow. You’ve been dancing for what feels like hours, having the time of your life despite the fact that your feet were killing you (stupid heels).

The song changes to something slower, but you don’t let it stop you, your arms in the air, hips swaying to the beat. Your rhythm stutters a little when you feel someone at your back, and warm hands at your waist. You’re about to stop whoever this is and tell them that you’re not interested, that you��d prefer to dance alone, but when you turn your head to do so, you lock eyes with the most gorgeous man you’ve ever seen in your life.

His dark brown eyes are warm and soulful, and a part of you never wants to stop gazing into them. He smiles, leaning in so he can tell you his name (Santiago). Your body melts against his at the sound of his voice in your ear, his stubble scratching against your cheek as you lean closer to him. His hands on your waist slide down to your hips and halt there as he gently starts to sway with you in time with the music.

“Dance with me?” he rasps, lips brushing your ear.

You nod, your heart pounding in your chest as he presses himself against you. He takes control, moving you this way and that, hands never leaving your body for more than a second, like he doesn’t want to stop touching you, like he can’t. He’s everywhere—hands on your hips, nose nudging the back of your ear, every solid inch of him pressing along the length of you, surrounding you—but it’s still not enough. You want more, want to smell him, taste him—

Your breath hitches as he drags his lips down the side of your neck, goosebumps rising in their wake. He halts near your shoulder, pressing an open-mouthed kiss into your skin. You moan, your hands reaching back to tangle in his hair. He holds you against him as you continue to sway. You can feel him, half hard against your ass, and you can’t help but grind back into him. His chest rumbles against your back as he groans, fingers pulling at you so you’re flush against him. He whispers sweet nothings in your ear as he ruts against you, making your knees weak, and every time he calls you ‘baby,’ or some other beautiful-sounding thing in what must be Spanish, your core clenches, desperate for something (him) to fill it.

You’re not used to this kind of attention, not from someone like him, anyway. Where had this beautiful stranger even come from? You wonder briefly if he’s prostitute (that is legal here, after all), are afraid that once he has you all horny and desperate, he’ll stop and demand payment to continue (payment you’ll happily give if he fucks anything like he dances). You should probably ask, should probably make sure, but God he just feels so good you don’t want it to end. Hell, you’d probably fuck him right here on the dance floor if he asked you to.

But it does end, the music petering out briefly before transitioning into something with a quicker beat. You expect him to pull away, but he doesn’t, hands still on your hips as you continue to move slowly, no longer in time with the music. His lips find your neck again, sucking a mark there, tongue soothing the welt immediately as you practically writhe against him.

When he does finally pull away, your heart drops, disappointment settling in your belly. When you turn though, he’s smiling at you, eyes dark and rich with promise as he takes your hand and leads you off of the dance floor. You’re not really paying attention to where he’s going, eyes too busy drinking him in (with his hands and those curls and that ass—). He stops just shy of the bar, hand on your hip as he leans in to ask you what you’re having, his nose bumping against your cheek. You tell him, leaning in close enough for your lips to brush against his ear, smiling when the fingers on your hip clench slightly.

Nice to know you’re having an effect on him too.

The two of you wind up in the back of the club, tucked into a booth with two empty glasses and a half-drunk bottle of liquor. It’s still hard to hear, even all the way back here, so you’re both in each other’s space, sharing each other’s breath as you talk. It’s like some weird game of chicken, both of you waiting with bated breath to see who’ll cave first, who’ll give in and lean that extra few inches, giving you both what you want.

In the end, it’s him, his mouth claiming yours as he presses you back against the wall of the booth, hand gently cradling your face as he licks into your mouth. You moan, fingers tangling in the fabric of his shirt, pulling him closer. The angle’s a little awkward, your body slightly twisted as your feet remain mostly on the floor, head turned and tilted to accommodate the assault on your lips. He’s not much better off, one arm braced on the back of the bench, his body practically hovering over yours so he doesn’t crush you with his weight. Still though, it’s the best kiss you’ve had in a long time.

“Wanna get out of here?” he asks when you both break for air, the space between you filling with your respective panting breaths.

“God, yes,” you sigh, your skin heating a little when you realize how desperate you must sound.

He chuckles at your eagerness, smiling in a way that assures you that his amusement is not at your expense as he slides out of the booth. You giggle when he holds out his hand, sliding yourself over to grasp it as he helps you stand to your feet; if you weren’t drunk before, you definitely are now.

He puts his arm around your waist, tucking you against his side as he leads you out of the club. You stumble a little as you make your way through the parking lot, the combination of your heels and the alcohol in your system throwing you a little off balance. Santiago steadies you, pausing for a moment as you find you regain your footing.

“You okay?” he asks, and you're still sober enough to know he’s asking if you still want to do this, still want to leave with him.

“Mhmm,” you hum, leaning in and pressing a kiss to his lips.

He kisses you back for a moment before gently pushing you back with a soft smile that makes your insides melt. “You sure, querida?”

God, he’s pretty. So pretty. Warm brown eyes framed by long, dark lashes, soft lips you could kiss for hours, salt and pepper curls you can’t wait to dig your fingers into—

“I’m sure,” you breathe, mouth hovering over his.

Swallowing thickly, he nods, moving you both in the direction of a truck parked close by. “Come on.”

When he unlocks and opens the passenger side door, you kiss him again, fingers fisting in the fabric of his shirt as you haul him against you. He grunts in surprise before pushing you against the side of the car with a sigh, hands sliding down from your waist to cup your backside. You can feel him through his jeans, his cock pressing against your abdomen as he pulls your hips against his, breath hitching as he licks into your mouth.

The need for air makes you separate and you press your forehead against his as you try to catch your breath. That dark, promising look is in his eyes again, the one that says he wants to devour you, swallow you whole; it sends a shiver of anticipation down your spine.

“If we don’t leave now,” he rasps, nuzzling your nose with his. “We’re gonna end up fucking right here in the backseat of this truck.”

You stifle a groan at his words, chewing on your bottom lip. “I’m not so sure I’d be opposed to that.”

His chuckle is dark, deep, rumbling against your chest as he leans in, pressing his smile into your cheek. “You are something else, bebita.”

You bite back a smile at the praise as he pulls away, helping you inside with a steadying hand on your waist as you haul yourself onto the passenger seat. Once you’re situated, he leans in, buckling the seatbelt for you (such a gentleman).

He wastes no time once he’s in the driver’s seat, starting the car and pulling out of the parking lot. He tells you his hotel’s not far from here and you hum, watching as he tries to concentrate on the road. His arm is on the console between you, fingers tapping out a beat as he stares ahead with a furrowed brow. You’d noticed his fingers earlier, when they’d dug into your hips on the dance floor, and later when they’d toyed with the rim of his glass at the table.

Heat flares in your core as you imagine how they’ll feel against your bare skin, how they’ll feel inside you. You rub your thighs together trying to alleviate the ache between your legs, turning your head to look out the window. Apparently he noticed you staring though, because when he stops at a red light a moment later, you feel his hand on your thigh. He doesn’t meet your eye when you turn to look at him though, as if resting his hand on your leg is completely natural.

When his thumb lightly caresses your skin, you have to swallow the moan threatening to escape your throat. You bite your lip, eyes anywhere but Santiago, anywhere but the hand on your leg that’s just south of where you want it. When the light turns green, he presses the gas pedal, hand content to remain on your thigh. You drive in silence for a bit, the sexual tension between the two of you permeating the vehicle.

“Almost there,” he mutters, slightly shifting the hand on your leg.

You hum in acknowledgment, wetting your lips as you fight the urge to rub your legs together.

A few minutes later, he turns into the parking lot of a hotel with about twenty or so floors, a small casino, and a chapel. Your eyebrows raise in surprise at how nice it actually looks from the outside; you’re not exactly sure what you’d been expecting, but it wasn’t this. After he parks the car and shuts it off, he turns to look at you.

You meet his gaze, your nerves suddenly kicking in and momentarily overriding your lust; you never do this, never have one night stands with strangers. Somehow, though, this guy doesn’t feel like a stranger…but you think maybe that’s just because he’s pretty and you're a little tipsy.

Oh well. What happens here, stays here, right?

He smiles, hand still on your thigh as he leans across the console to kiss you. His mouth is eager yet somehow still unhurried, like he has all the time in the world. You moan softly when he licks into your mouth, his fingers twitching on your thigh at the sound.

After what seems like an eternity, he pulls back, smiling when you chase his lips. “Wanna head inside?”

You nod numbly, nerves forgotten as your body tingles with anticipation. He exits the car, rounding quickly to the other side to help you out (gentleman). Miraculously, you both manage to keep your hands to yourselves as you ride the elevator up to the seventeenth floor, a marked change from just a few moments ago. When you finally make it to his room at the end of the hall, he lets the two of you inside, and your attention is instantly grabbed by the view.

“Holy shit.”

You hadn’t thought much about the hotel when you’d seen it from the outside, too preoccupied with other things, but damn, was this view something. Certainly better than the one from your hotel room. The windows were huge, stretching from the floor all the way up to the ceiling, providing a panoramic view of the Vegas skyline.

“Nice, huh?”

You scoff, unable to look away. “That’s an understatement.”

His chuckle is low as he stands quietly beside you, allowing you the moment to take everything in. His gaze is on you though; you can feel it, burning every inch of your skin as he drags it over you, tracing your every curve. You glance at him from the corner of your eye, heartbeat increasing at the hungry look on his face. When you turn to face him fully, his smile widens, moving toward you slowly, never breaking eye contact. He halts before you, chest pressing against yours as he leans in to run his nose along your cheek.

He’s giving you one more chance. One more chance to back out, to tell him you’ve changed your mind, to leave. But that’s the last thing you want, you think, as you lean in and press your lips to his. He hums, one hand coming up to cradle your face as the other settles on your waist. His movements are the same as when he kissed you downstairs; unhurried, like he wants to drag this out, wants to take you apart slowly. A shiver runs up your spine at the thought.

You find the waistband of his jeans, fingers curling around his belt loops and pulling his hips against yours. He ruts against you, groaning into your mouth as he slips his tongue between your lips. He drags the hand on your hip up your back as he steers you back toward the bed, fingers searching for the zipper of your dress. When he finds it, he pulls it down slowly, fingers brushing every inch of newly-exposed skin. He reaches the end as your legs hit the edge of the bed and pauses, wordlessly inviting you to drop the offending article of clothing to the floor as he continues to plunder your mouth.

You waste no time peeling the dress off of your body, kicking it away after it pools at your feet. The need to feel him against you is suddenly overwhelming, like an itch beneath your skin that you can’t quite scratch. Your hands find the hem of his shirt and slip underneath, raising goosebumps on his skin as you drag them slowly up his back. He breaks your kiss, pulling his shirt over his head and flinging it somewhere across the room. You giggle as he eagerly returns to your lips, his hands grasping your hips. You work on his pants next, unbuckling his belt and popping open the button.

Your hand finds its way inside, cupping him through his boxers and he growls, pulling his mouth from yours and burying his face in your neck as you fondle him. The sound sends a jolt of want through you, and you decide you’ve teased him enough, releasing him and moving instead to push the rough denim down over his hips. He kicks them away when they drop and steps in closer, pressing his warm body against yours, wrapping an arm around you as he guides you backwards to lay on the bed.

The weight of him is oddly comforting as he settles over you, arms braced on either side of your head as he leans in again to kiss you eagerly. You slide your hands up his back, fingernails scratching lightly, making him shiver. He groans into your mouth as he shifts above you, his hand settling on your still-clothed breast. You gasp, breaking the kiss as you arch into his touch, his fingers teasing you through the fabric of your bra. He drags his lips down your neck, sucking marks into your skin wherever his tongue and teeth can reach as he slides down your body. You tip your head back to give him access, pushing your head into the soft mattress.

He nuzzles against your breasts once he makes it to your chest, the delicious friction sending little jolts of pleasure straight between your legs. Your fingers tangle in his hair as he pulls the straps and cups of your bra down, exposing you to the cool air of the room. When he wraps his lips around one of your nipples, you moan, holding him to you as he teases you with his tongue. He groans when you pull his hair, the vibration against your breast making the breath back up in your lungs. You breathe his name, arching into his mouth as he shifts to your other breast, tongue swirling around your nipple. Somehow, he manages to unhook your bra, moving the garment out of the way as he continues to suck on your breasts, your body writhing beneath him.

He moves on once he feels like he’s given them enough attention, slowly kissing his way down your torso to settle between your legs. You’re soaked by now, you must be, and you’d probably feel embarrassed if it weren’t for the ravenous look in Santiago’s eyes. He presses his finger against your wet slit, teasing you through the damp fabric and you moan, hips tilting slightly to chase his touch. Instead, he pulls away, curling his fingers around the waistband of your panties and dragging them down your legs. He groans at the sight of you, eyes glassy with desire as they lift to meet yours.

You swallow thickly at the unfiltered lust in his gaze—you don’t think anyone has ever wanted you this much in your life and you’re not quite sure how to handle it. Eyes still locked on yours, he leans in, gently spreading you with his fingers and dragging the tip of his tongue through your slit. Your mouth falls open in a silent moan, hips bucking as he slowly circles your clit. You tangle your fingers in his hair again, your grip tightening when he flicks your clit with his tongue. He groans into your sex, sending a gush of arousal to your core, eyelids fluttering closed in satisfaction.

“You taste like heaven, querida,” he mutters against you, fingers gripping your hips as he continues to feast on you.

You’re already so close, the tension coiling in your belly, fire burning beneath your skin. When he closes his lips over your clit and sucks, you whine, whispered pleas falling from between your lips. He drags his teeth lightly over the sensitive bud and you come with a gasp, body twitching and writhing as you ride out the waves of euphoric bliss. Your fingers twist even tighter in his curls and he moans, lapping at your cunt like a man starved. You pull him up when it becomes too much, his chin coming to rest on your hip as you both try to catch your breath.

“You good?” he pants, thumbs idly caressing your skin.

You chuckle, the pleasure from your orgasm still singing through your nerves. “Yeah, I’d say so.”

His smile is smug when you meet his gaze, eyes still full of promise as he crawls his way back up your body. You hum when he reclaims your mouth, the taste of you on his lips and tongue making your core clench. Despite his very obvious arousal, he still kisses you slowly, deeply, licking into your mouth languidly, again like he has all the time in the world. You, however, need him inside you. Now. You can’t wait anymore.

You slip your thumbs beneath the waistband of his boxers, pushing the material down as far as you can, hoping he’ll get the message. He does, shifting enough to kick them off without breaking your kiss. You sigh at the feel of his skin against yours, his hard cock pressing against the apex of your thighs. He teases you, grinding against you slowly with just enough friction to send sparks through your body and smiling against your mouth as you moan.

“Santiago, please,” you plead, gasping as he grinds his cock against you again, this time catching your still sensitive clit.

Your pleas go straight to his cock and he groans against your lips, shifting to grasp himself in his fist. As he notches himself at your entrance, he pulls back a little and meets your eyes again, brow furrowing in concentration as he slowly pushes into you.

You moan as he stretches you, fingers digging into the mattress as he slides inside inch by inch. When he’s fully seated, he pauses, breathing somewhat heavily through his nose

“Look at me, hermosa,” he rasps, thumb caressing the side of your face.

You pry your eyes open, not even realizing you’d closed them in the first place, and meet his gaze—his eyes are molten, pupils blown wide. He reaches down to pull your leg up around his hip, somehow sinking even deeper into you with a grunt. His thrusts start slow, stoking the flames burning inside you. Heat flares across your skin like wildfire as you watch him above you, as you feel him inside you, the tension already beginning to coil in your gut. He groans as you constrict around him, your velvet walls hugging his cock as he hits places inside you you never even knew existed. When he snaps his hips a little harder, you can’t help the moans that spill from between your lips.

“Oh fuck,” you whine, fingers twisting in the comforter beneath you. “Just like that, Santi. Please. Feels so good.”

His pace stutters a little, and you think it must be because he’s close, but he quickly regains his composure, fucking into you steadily. His free hand palms your breast, fingers plucking at your nipple as you whimper his name over and over again, eyes falling shut in ecstasy. His fingers find your clit, circling the sensitive nub as he drags you closer and closer to your peak.

You flutter around him as you teeter on the edge, the tension in your belly close to snapping. He covers you with his body then, snapping his hips into you and mouthing at your neck and chest, muttering against your skin. You gasp as the tension snaps, your body shaking with pleasure as you come. You clutch at him, fingernails digging into his skin and dragging a groan from him that sounds almost broken. He keeps fucking into you hard, prolonging your release as you gush on his cock. He stiffens when he finally comes, moaning into your neck as he shoots his spend deep inside you.

His muscles relax as he comes down, helped along by the way you’re running your fingers through his hair. When he looks up to meet your eyes, he smiles, eyelids drooping as he leans in to peck your lips.

“Mmm, marry me,” he mumbles, resting his forehead against yours.

You’re silent for a beat, then giggle “sure thing” as you pull him in for another kiss, his own chuckle muffled by your mouth.

—

The light streaming through the windows is bright and you groan as you wake, throwing the blankets over your head in an effort to block them out. Your head is throbbing, your mouth is as dry as the desert outside and…there’s a delicious soreness between your legs.

Your eyes fly open immediately, your arms scrambling to untangle yourself from the blankets, as the previous night rushes back to you in flashes: dancing and drinking at a club, meeting a ridiculously gorgeous man, leaving with said gorgeous man, going back to gorgeous man’s hotel and—

“Oh God.”

You sit up, clutching the blankets to your naked torso and as you look toward the other side of the bed and find him.

“Oh God.”

He’s still asleep, but just as stunning as you remember. You study him for a moment, tracing the lines of his face with your eyes, committing them to memory. Your eyes drift down his neck, your skin heating when you see all the bites and bruises you’d given him the night before. You should be ashamed or something, shouldn’t you? Sure, this guy (Santiago, you remember) is beautiful, and he’s definitely the best sex you’ve ever had in your life, but the list of things you didn’t know about him was as long as your leg—you don’t know where he’s from, why he’s here in Vegas, hell, you don’t even know his last name.

You’re spiraling, mind running off in a hundred different directions. You take a deep breath, willing yourself to calm down. This is fine. People have one night stands all the time, right? Especially in Vegas. Yes, you decide, this is fine, you’ll be fine.

You sigh, chuckling lightly to yourself as you scrub your hands over your face. Something unfamiliar catches on your nose as you do and you pull your hand away in confusion to examine it, eyes widening when you see it.

A ring.

“Oh God,” you breathe, staring at the foreign piece of jewelry on your left ring finger in utter horror.

Panic slices through you as you wrench the covers from your body, almost sprinting to the other side of the room before you remember you're naked and search the floor for your clothes. What you assume is Santiago’s shirt is the closest thing to you so you grab it, throwing it over your head as you duck quietly into the bathroom. You lock the door, pressing your back against it as you struggle to recall what happened last night. You remembered coming here, you remember sleeping with Santiago but, the rest is just…flashes. Flashes of more booze, of heated kisses, of moans against the back of your neck, your hands pressed against the giant window overlooking the Vegas skyline, fingers gripping your hips as Santiago fucks into you from behind—but no rings, no wedding.

But then where had the ring come from?

Then the memory pops into your head, the one where he’d jokingly, you’d assumed, asked you to marry him. There was a wedding chapel here, you’d seen it on the way inside last night. Had you really done it then? Had you really married this stranger?

You’re spiraling again and there’s nothing you can do to stop it. It’s time to leave, now.

After righting yourself as much as possible, you quietly exit the bathroom, stealing a glance at the bed to make sure Santiago’s still asleep. You take a few minutes to look for your things, grabbing your shoes, your dress, and your bag. Your phone appears to be missing and you’re beginning to think you might’ve left it at the club because it appears to be nowhere in this room.

Santiago chooses that moment to stir, grumbling as he turns over in his sleep, and you decide you can wait no longer. You’re about to book it for the door when you realize you’re only wearing his shirt. It’s relatively long, hitting you at about mid-thigh, but you’re going to have to take a cab and you’d rather not flash the driver. With a sigh, you grab Santi’s boxers from the floor figuring they’re better than nothing as you slip them on. As you move to leave, you pause, chewing your lip as you take one last look at the gorgeous sleeping man, silently thanking him for one of the best nights of your life. Quietly, you turn the nob, praying he doesn’t hear the door click shut behind you.

—

You manage to convince the hotel clerk to let you call yourself a cab, ignoring the knowing look she’s giving you over your attire as you tip her for her trouble. You make it back to your hotel room without further incident, immediately jumping in the shower to wash off the previous night’s activities. As you pack up your things, you pointedly ignore the sour feeling in your gut, instead running through a mental checklist of everything you need to do before your flight takes off later that evening, including calling the club to see if anyone turned in your phone (surprise: no one did). Resigned, you head to the airport, your mind wandering as you wait for your plane to take off.

You feel terrible, but not for the reasons you think you should. You should feel terrible for fucking a complete stranger, should feel terrible for (possibly) marrying said complete stranger whose last name you don’t even know. But you don’t. Instead, you feel terrible for stealing Santiago’s clothes, for taking this ring you’re still wearing on your finger for some reason…for leaving him without saying goodbye. A part of you, the romantic part, hopes that you had left just as much of an impression on him as he had on you, hopes he’ll somehow figure out how to find you.

Maybe it’s for the best if he doesn’t though, the rational part of you interjects, as the plane ascends, the Vegas skyline disappearing beneath the clouds. Maybe it’s better to leave this experience here where it belongs: In Vegas.

—

It’s been weeks since your trip and you still haven’t told anyone what really happened. You’ve been trying to forget about it, actually, but your brain hasn’t let you, the memories seeping into your dreams at night and leaving you with an ache you can’t seem to soothe on your own. You’re off from work today, choosing to spend the day catching up on household chores. The act of cleaning is oddly therapeutic, giving you a sense of renewal with every task you complete. As you throw a load of laundry into the washer, you breathe deeply, the scent of your detergent calming your frayed nerves.

You make your way to your kitchen, thinking about out what to do for lunch, when a knock sounds at your front door. Assuming it’s a delivery, you head there first, wondering absently how much wine is left in your fridge as you unlock the door. You freeze when you open it, eyes widening, body stiffening, mouth falling open in shock.

It’s him.

For a moment, you think you must be dreaming again, because how else could he be here?

Yet here he is. Standing at your front door, hands nonchalantly stuffed in his pockets as he smiles knowingly at you. He looks good, so good, maybe even better than you remember, with his dark eyes, chiseled jaw, five o’clock shadow, and fitted jeans and t-shirt.

“Hi,” you say finally, your voice feeling a little strained, like your throat’s about to close up.

You swallow thickly as his smile widens. “Hi,” Santiago responds, slowly dragging his heated gaze down the length of you and back up again.

His tone is smooth, flowing over your skin like silk and setting your nerves alight.

“How’d you find me?” you ask, cringing a little at your bluntness.

He sniffs a laugh, stepping close enough that you can smell him (and fuck, does he smell good), can feel the heat rolling off of him, can feel his breath against your skin.

“I have my ways,” he says mysteriously, his voice low as he leans in, nuzzling his nose against yours.

“Oh?” you breathe, eyelashes fluttering as his lips skate over yours.

He hums, his breath fanning against your cheek as he tilts his head and leans in that last inch to claim your lips in a kiss. You sigh the moment his mouth touches yours, relief flooding your body as you melt into him. You’ve missed him, you finally admit, butterflies erupting in your belly as he brings his hands up to cradle your face. He angles your head a little as he slips his tongue into your mouth, thumbs caressing the apples of your cheeks, making your heart ache. Your hands fist themselves in his shirt, pulling him across the threshold as you continue to plunder each other’s mouths. Once inside, he kicks the door closed, turning so he can press you against it.

“Bedroom?” he pants, mouth hovering over yours.

You shake your head and instead point toward the couch in the next room. “Too far.”

He nods, smiling as he reclaims your mouth, maneuvering you both over to it. He frees you from your clothes along the way, his hands dragging across every newly-revealed inch of skin. You do the same for him, pressing soft kisses into the scars that litter his skin. Soon after, he’s pressing you into the plush cushions of your couch, pushing inside you slowly, so slowly, swallowing the moans that fall from between your lips with every thrust. You fall asleep in his arms, his body wrapped around yours possessively, reluctant to let you go.

—

It’s dusk outside when you wake, the warmth the sun had filled the room with earlier in the day had slowly leached away, replaced by the cool evening air. You shiver a little, burrowing into the warmth of Santiago’s body beside you. You still can’t believe he’s really here, that he found you; you’ll have to ask him how he managed that later. For now though, you’re content to just lay here in his arms and soak up his warmth.

Until your stomach growls, that is, remembering suddenly that you’d skipped lunch. You glance at Santi, trying not to wake him as you gingerly maneuver yourself out of his embrace and off the couch. Your legs are a little wobbly as you stand, but you remain upright as you search the floor for your clothes. Deja Vu hits you when you spot Santi’s t-shirt nearby, a pang of regret slicing through your gut as you pick it up and pull it on over your head. What would’ve happened if you’d stayed that day? If you’d at least said goodbye?

You shake your head at the thought, quietly padding into the kitchen. It was pointless to dwell on the past, on what might’ve been; you couldn’t change things and neither could he. The Universe had seen fit to give you a second chance though, and you weren’t going to let yourself run away this time. You pull open your fridge, briefly scanning the contents before settling on a bowl of fruit you’d cut up earlier. You close the door with your hip, setting it on the counter and plucking a piece out. Flavor explodes in your mouth as you chew, the tartness of the fruit making your mouth water. You moan softly as you eat another piece, closing your eyes to savor the sweetness.

You jump as Santiago’s strong hands squeeze your hips, his chin hooking over your shoulder, and you smile, leaning back into his solid, warm body.

“Want some?” you ask, picking a piece of fruit between your fingers.

He hums, opening his mouth as you bring it to his lips, his tongue licking the excess juice off of your fingers. You bite your lip, plucking another piece from the bowl and tossing it into your mouth. You go back and forth like this for a while, talking about everything and nothing. Among other things, you learn where he’s from, what he does, why he was in Vegas, and you, in turn, tell him things about yourself.

Later, long after the fruit has been eaten, he turns you around to face him, arms caging you in against the counter as he leans in to kiss you. He tastes exquisite, the sweetness of the fruit mingling with something so inherently him. You lick into his mouth, tangling your tongue with his and he groans, the sound sending a rush of warmth down your spine. He’s half hard against you, rutting against your hip, his fingers toying with the bottom of the shirt you’re wearing. When he pulls away to drag his lips down your neck, you sigh, fingers tanging in his curls as he sucks a mark into your skin.

“Santi,” you breathe, biting back a moan. “Why’d you come looking for me?”

He hums, nipping at your collarbone, smiling when your breath catches.

“Honestly?” he rasps, tone light as he pulls back to meet your eyes. “I really just wanted my shirt back.”

You snort a laugh, clapping a hand over your face in embarrassment. He chuckles, eyes crinkling as he leans in to claim your mouth again, his fingers slipping beneath your shirt to caress your bare skin. You get lost in the warm, slick slide of his lips against yours, every kiss stoking the fire burning beneath your skin, when a thought randomly occurs to you.

“Wait,” you mumble, gently prying his mouth from yours. “What’s your last name?”

His chuckles, brow furrowing in mild confusion. “Garcia, why?”

You smile, thumbing the ring on your finger as you lean in to kiss him. “Just curious.”

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neopronouns-in-action · 7 months

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079: The Theft of the Synphirim

Neopronouns: rhi/rhim/rhir/rhimself which follow the same rules as he/him/his/himself

Replace he with rhi

Replace him with rhim

Replace his with rhir

Replace himself with rhimself

EX:

"He is going to adopt a new puppy soon, as soon as he gets a fence set up around his yard so the puppy can go outside without him having to walk it. His uncle is going to help set up the fence, since he has a set of power tools he’s letting him use, since he lost his. He's going to buy toys and train the puppy himself.”

Becomes:

"Rhi is going to adopt a new puppy soon, as soon as rhi gets a fence set up around rhir yard so the puppy can go outside without rhim having to walk it. Rhir uncle is going to help set up the fence, since he has a set of power tools he’s letting rhim use, since rhi lost rhir. Rhi's going to buy toys and train the puppy rhimself.”

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“So, do you all want to meet up here again in three hours for pasta? I’ve got the receipt right here.” The rick waved the small piece of paper they’d just printed out of their sky blue wristcomp through the air, letting the large and clear print at the top be clearly read as “Receipt of Payment for Scheduled Delivery of 4x Bowl of Bergir’s Best Pasta”, with a string of coordinates that rhi knew matched their present location at the south-western curve of Lorefish Lake.

It was very, very tempting for rhim to say yes to the free food without hesitation, but rhi forced rhimself to visibly hesitate, and mentally take a few seconds to actually think about the offer.

This rick had come out of nowhere, quite literally dropped out of the sky into the little hideaway where they’d been fishing, thrown brand new clothes at them, and money, and a large pizza, and now they were offering more food if they came back in three hours? Or rather, since rhi and rhir friends had been planning to spend the whole day here anyways, if they stayed here and waited for the rick to come back.

Rhi looked over at Kamiica and Niiyaz to see what they were thinking.

Kamiica sent privately to their group, [Do you think it could be a trap?]

Niiyaz sent, [If they wanted to call the guards, why wouldn’t they just do it now? Why give us all this free stuff just to hand us over later? It’s not like we’re especially hidden right now anyways. Tons of people saw us walk over here. I mean, I guess it could be an elaborate set up...]

[I vote yes.] Rhi sent, [I want that pasta.]

There was a moment or two of pause, then Niiyaz and Kamiica both sent, [Me too.] Apparently all three of them were trying to be cautious against their own wills.

Rhi would have liked to say that when they all three turned to the rick to say, at exactly the same time, “Sounds good to me”, that it was on purpose, but it was really just a side-effect of being mirrim-bonded for so long.

The rick grinned, and stood, holding out the receipt to rhim, since rhi was sitting closest. Rhi took it, and shoved it into rhir pocket where the pouch of pennies they’d given rhim earlier had also gone. Rhi would look at it once they were gone. Somehow it felt embarassing to double-check the receipt while the rick was still standing there watching.

“Great!” The rick said cheerfully, like they were all best friends, “You hold onto that one, I’ll make my own copy for the delivery drone. I’ll see you all in three hours – right now, I gotta go figure out how to give a Synphirim a bath!”

That had to be some kind of weird turn of phrase for rich people for when they were busy doing rich people stuff.

Rhi watched as the rick turned to the short wall of dirt that hid this fishing spot from the road, and high-jumped to the top without even getting a running start, then turned to wave cheerfully back down at rhim and rhir friends. Absolutely showing off their high athletics skill, which had been locked behind a paywall for over a decade now once the ricks took over all the training centers and starting charging an absurd toll for even just wanting to look around.

Then, as the three watched in suddenly dumbfounded shock, the rick turned around, pulled a golden summoning crystal out of their pocket, held it up, said something that the universe itself kept them all from hearing, and out of the air shimmered a massive white and gold beast the likeness of which they’d only ever seen on the royal crest.

But this wasn’t a simple, stylized heraldic symbol – this was the real thing, in the flesh, standing less than ten squares’ distance. This was a synphirim, no – The Synphirim, it was the only one of its kind -- the largest beast ever discovered on land, the only beast that was truly classed as a dragon. The rarest and most endangered beast in all the world.

It stood two heads taller than the rick even on all fours, and was so big the only parts of it rhi could see were its front legs and shoulders – the rest of its body was blocked by the trees and bushes, and probably blocked half the road up there. Its shimmering hide was white traced with rainbow veins like a microchip, with gold bands on its legs and long, rabbit-like ears.

Its face was long and pointed like a wolf’s, with two pitch black eyes that regarded the three beggars staring up at it with a calm regard, seeming almost amused by their amazement.

It seemed like the rick was giving them all time to properly stare and be amazed, before they waved again, and with an ease that was just purely showing off, they leapt up, and did a front flip in midair to land perfectly seated in the saddle strapped to the dragon’s back.

“Meet me here again in three hours for dinner!” They called, and then gave a silent signal to the shimmering synthetic beast so that it all of a sudden leapt forward and into the air, and the downdraft from its ragged-edged wings actually knocked the three beggars back onto their butts.

A few moments later, the pair were nothing more than a quickly diminishing dot in the sky, headed out over the town.

There were a few moments of stunned silence, and then Rhi sent, [Oh. My. Gods.]

[Oh my farbly gods] Niiyaz sent with emphasis.

[Do you realize what this means?] Kamiica sent.

Oh yes. Rhi knew what it meant.

There was only one Synphirim in existance, because the first person to hatch one, the now infamous Kreig Scandon, had bought and trashed all the other eggs before anyone knew what he was doing, and then refused to allow his, the only survivor, to be cloned or bred. He was the richest person in the kingdom, and kept The Synphirim’s summoning crystal locked up inside his mansion under lock and key, with all his other beasts and half a dozen soulmates guarding it.

And just two days ago, someone had broken into his mansion and stolen The Synphirim’s crystal, along with almost all of Scandon’s fortune in gold, and who knew how many other collectible items so rare they were practically priceless.

Which meant that rick hadn’t actually been a random slummer.

And that meant…

Not even bothering to get up off the ground, rhi felt rhir pocket for the pouch of coins the – not the rick, they had to have been the Master Thief themselves – had thrown rhim. It had felt so light rhi had assumed it was just pennies, barely worth the weight they took up. With the economy the way it had been for the past few years, they couldn’t be used for anything. But ricks liked to throw them around as a ‘favor’ to pitiful little beggars like rhim.

But if that had been the Master Thief…

Hardly daring to breathe, rhi pulled the pouch of coins out of rhir pocket, and loosened the drawstring to look inside.

And it wasn’t pennies that filled the bag.

It wasn’t even gold coins.

It was diamond.

Hundreds of them, at least. Enough to buy all the houses on the market, enough to buy more clothes than any of them could ever wear to rags. Enough to buy them probably all the scavenging, pillaging, and farming beasts they could ever want, combined, three times over, on top of all of those houses and clothes. They could probably even buy a whole castle with just this bag and still have some left over.

Rhi could probably even buy a knockout cure if rhi felt like throwing all the money away at once, just for the value of knowing that someone, somewhere, would be having a complete catastrophic nuclear meltdown over the fact that someone had actually bought their knockout cure on the open market. It would probably be the only thing in the news for at least two weeks, if the news wasn’t currently flooded with the theft of The Synphirim.

Rhi put rhir head in rhir hands, completely speechless. Like someone had cast a silencing spell on rhim.

Niiyaz had no such trouble, and once she saw what was in the coin purses, he started shouting and swearing up a storm loud enough for all of them, which was definitely going to scare all the fish away.

But who needed to eat minnows when you had all the money in the world? And in just three hours the Master Thief would come back, probably with more money and gifts and food…

...It was a good day to be a dirty beggar.

#long post #neopronouns #neopronouns in action #short story #short stories #original fiction #fiction #writing prompts #story ideas #public domain #neopronoun short story #rhi/rhim #rhi/rhim/rhir/rhimself #rhirhimpronouns #novapronouns #yes this was the plot of yet another dream #IDK why I keep dreaming about nonexistant MMORPGs when I haven't played any anytime recently

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synnthamonsugar · 9 months

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*puts a water gun to your head and smiles sweetly* Crow/Amanda

It's my unwavering belief that proper Crow/Amanda MUST involve ship repair and maintenance. Do YOU want ME to write/draw something outside my usual body of work? Asks are open!

“It’s all ours,” Amanda Holliday beams, gloved hands on her hips, as she regards the abandoned jumpship. A true specimen of retro engineering locked in time by the desiccated atmosphere of 10 Pallas, they've been called out by its owner, who asks for nothing in payment except its removal.

“If we can get it to move,” Crow reminds. “Do you really think we can?”

“No ship’s bested us yet.” A determined smile spreads across her face as she opens the hood. "I don't intend for her to be the first!"

Crow approaches, already assessing the motor. Everything he knows about ship repair he learned from Amanda — an impromptu boot camp she insisted on after he almost blew up the Accipiter bringing it to jump-speed without sufficient coolant. So too had he gotten all his gear from her: the toolbelt and safety goggles and mechanic's jumpsuit all rummaged from her workshop. The heavy canvas garment is a smidge short on him and bears Holliday in red embroidery across the breast pocket. Somehow, the signs it's hers makes him cherish it even more.

"Looks pretty good, considering how long it's been here," he says, leaning into the engine bay. Amanda is already chest-deep into the compartment, fiddling around with … he can't see past the parts in front of him. "Maybe a little corrosion on the rotors."

"Stators," Amanda corrects.

"Stators, right."

"Gimme the wrench, would'ya? Blue handle," she specifies, and Crow rummages through the toolbox to find it. Hands it to her, their gloved fingertips brushing as he passes it off.

While she works on that, he tasks himself with cleaning rust, checking wiring against schematics sent to Glint, and sweeping out a long-abandoned bird's nest in the turbine. Hours of pleasantly monotonous work pass. Amanda eventually emerges, smudged in more grease than usual, and climbs into the cockpit to run system tests. Finds the power shot.

Crow rotates sternward, locating the fuel cell. Disengages the lock, and pulls the handle — nothing. He gives the block a second yank, two-handed this time, and still cannot move it.

"We might have a little problem," Crow hedges, and Amanda wanders out back. "The cell's stuck. Like, stuck-stuck."

"Ah, for the love of—" Amanda mumbles, bracing herself against the ship with one leg, and giving it a pull. She doesn't unseat it, but manages to budge it slightly.

"Maybe if we both pull. . ." Crow approaches behind Amanda, "May I?"

Amanda nods. There's no way not to press against as he wraps his chest around shoulders, gripping the pull on either side of her hands. She counts down, three-two-one, and they heave together. The flex of her muscular triceps against his sinuous arms flusters him enough that he has to remind himself to hold on —

There's a heavy mechanical clack as it slides from the receptacle, both giving a long exhale of relief.

When they finally replace it and finish diagnostics, the ship starts easily. Amanda excitedly springs from the cabin, practically jumping into Crow's arms with jubilation. "We did it!" She exclaims, as he swings her around in a hug.

"I'm so happy I could –" she looks into his eyes, and flicks her gaze away with a rosy blush. "Well, I could kiss y–"

He presses his lips to her forehead in a quick, sweet kiss. "I could too."

#destiny #crow #amanda holliday #crow/amanda #saturnalia 2023 #synnth fic

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quranwithsehar · 1 year

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Reflections from Surah Kahf - 18

The next part of the story is about Dhul Qarnayn, a good king who had a powerful kingdom and could easily travel long distances. He had many resources like money and people to help him, but he didn't use them just for himself. Instead, he used them to help others. Dhul Qarnayn went on many expeditions to help people in need, and he did this one after the other. So, he was on an expedition when he met some people.

The ayaat tells us about Dhul-Qarnayn's journey. He reached a place between two mountains where he met some people who spoke a different language. They managed to communicate somehow.

These people told Dhul-Qarnayn that there were some very bad creatures, called Ya’jooj and Ma’jooj, who were causing trouble and corruption in the land. The creatures lived nearby, and the people asked Dhul-Qarnayn to build a barrier to protect them from the creatures. They offered to pay for it.

Dhul Qarnayn said to them: I don't need a payment from you. Allah already gave me much.

We see that Dhul-Qarnayn is not greedy. He's not traveling to conquer lands or oppress people, but to help them. When the people offer him money, he refuses and says he has enough. This shows that he is a good leader who is focused on giving and not just receiving.

Instead of taking their money, Dhul-Qarnayn asks them to help him build the barrier. He says he will make a dam between them and the bad creatures, but he needs their strength and support to do it.

Dhul Qarnayn built a huge barrier between them and Yajooj and Majooj.

“So Ya’jooj and Ma’jooj were unable to pass over it, nor were they able [to effect] in it any penetration.”

Meaning they would make a hole in that wall in order to break it, they couldn't go over it and they couldn't break through it. So they were locked behind it.

After creating the barrier, Dhul-Qarnayn said: ِ” This is a mercy from my Lord”

It's amazing how humble Dhul-Qarnayn is, even after accomplishing such a great feat of building an impermeable barrier. When asked about it, he gives credit to Allah and says that it's Allah's mercy that helped him do it. This is true devotion to Allah, where we remember that all our achievements are only possible because of Allah's help. No matter how much we accomplish, we should always remember that Allah's power is greater.

Then he said: “but when the promise of my Lord will come, He will make it level” Meaning, He will destroy this wall. When Allah wants this wall will be destroyed; meaning it's not permanent. It's not here forever.

When is it that this wall will be broken? It is going to happen before the Day of Judgment. This barrier will break and Yajooj and Majooj َّwill emerge.

The Prophets SAW said:” Yajooj and Majooj َّmake a hole in the wall daily and when the hole becomes deep enough, they can see the rays of the sun. Meaning they make a hole, they try to break through it and when they have made it deep enough that they can almost see the other side, they’ve almost penetrated through it. Their leader says, “Return now, go back and come tomorrow and you will be able to break the wall tomorrow.”

So what happens? When they come back the following day they find the wall stronger than before. And the Prophets SAW said: “This will continue until they reach the end of their term. When Allah will intend to make them prevail over people they will make a hole in it through which they will see the rays of the sun and their leader will say “Let us return if Allah wills, you will break the wall tomorrow.

This time they will say In Shaa Allah. So, when they will come the following day they will find the wall as they had left it and they will break the wall and run toward people killing them. They will drink all the water, and people will lock themselves up in their fortresses out of the fear of Yajooj and Majooj andْ they will shoot arrows to the sky that will fall down blood-stained and they will think that we have become dominant over the people of the earth and all to the dwellers of the sky.

And after this, Allah will cause a beetle to infest their necks and it will become the cause of the death of all of them.

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bylightofdawn · 2 years

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Whelp, accidentally deleted my previous Hot Toys post. To summarize, I got bit by FOMO super hardcore and bought the Hot Toy's Rex because I realized I would be heartbroken if in six month I'd saved up money for him only for him to be sold out and disappeared off the site.

That happened to me earlier this year with a Nightcrawler maquette I'd been eying around the same time I bought my Quicksilver one.

Rex has been released for a few months too and I was shocked at how swiftly Cody disappeared from the Hot Toys store so I didn't want to miss out on him. And I'd honestly been eying him for years at this point.

So I opted to do an Affirm payment plan instead which makes me mentally cringe. But I have gotten to a place in my life that I don't want to let fear or uncertainty stop me from doing what I want to do.

And I really want my Hot Toys guilty OT3.

Yeah, it'll suck having to find an extra 50 bucks a month in my budget but I will buckle down and do it and at the end of the day, that might not be the fiscally responsible choice but it is one that brings me happiness. And life is too damned short to not do things that bring you small joys.

I know every time I look at that display case and see those three figures, it'll bring a smile to my face and kindle of fondness to my heart.

I don't plan on buying any more of these stupidly expensive toys short of them releasing a Wedge Antilles which I know will never happen because he is super niche. But I would be so fucked if they did because I would bleed blood for my favorite Corellian son.

They did release a Hoth Luke which is super gorgeous so I'm assuming ESB's 40th anniversary so I think it's pretty safe to say he will never get graced with a gorgeous Hot Toy, which is good for my budget.

Also, I’m telling myself I don’t NEED the Jango figure but ngl I’ve been eying him semi-covetously as well. And if 250 bucks randomly landed in my lap out of nowhere, maybe I’d get him. But for now, I’m not planning on buying anything else.

NGL, it's hard fitting the three of them onto one shelf. I had a set up which I hated and was debating doing something stupidly extra like finding a way to hang Rex from the ceiling but when I was researching I discovered the display stand he comes with is articulated for making flying poses. So I found one I liked and sacrificed Cody's honestly pretty bleh sandy/rock display base.

I think he suitably conveys you will have to through him to get at his General and Rex is there ready to do bash bros shenanigans with Cody. Though nitpicking things I need to do is redo Obi-Wan’s pose and I forgot to put Rex’s ammo pack on but that can wait.

I do kinda want to get some kind of diorama things or something to spice up the background I think. I would love to find one that will allow you to display more than one on a stand and I've seen some on etsy. Honestly, from what I've seen I'd really need to find a way of doing something 3D printed and I know you can purchase and even pay people to do 3D prints and then paint it yourself but I've never done model painting in my life.

Still, it intrigues me and seems like an interesting artistic challenge.

I've been feeling kinda like I want to some kind of crafting again but it needs to be cat safe. I did start to do some beading, left it in a bowl high up on a shelf and somehow my fucking cat still managed to pull it down and attempt to SWALLOW the 8+ feet of fireline. So I had to gently pull that out of his gullet, something I discovered afterwards wasn't the play to do. So that scares the shit out of me and makes me super sad because beading has always been my crafty go-to. Thankfully, fireline is a LOT stronger than regular thread and it didn't break off when I was doing it.

Sure, I could be more careful and lock it up in a tupperware container or something like that but I'm still kinda traumatized by the whole affair a month or two later.

Maybe that's why I've gotten so into decorating my space lately, I just need some kind of physical creative outlet.

#hot toys #commander cody #obi-wan kenobi #captain rex #don't judge me for my terrible life choices #the life and folly of adult fandom #star wars

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hasufin · 5 months

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Stupid HSA tricks. OR, "Give me my money"

I've had this email sitting in my inbox for a while now, reminding me that I have a balance in my Health Savings Account.

Now, for non-Americans, a Health Savings Account - HSA - is one of those half-assed compromises to make our hellscape of a healthcare system very slightly more tolerable. The idea is, some of your own income is deducted from your paycheck before taxes, and you may use that money exclusively for medical care without paying income tax on it.

Of course, this can't just be handled by the government. No sense in doing that. When this income is deducted from your paycheck, it is graciously held by a private company which will kindly dole it out to you when you submit acceptable requests. In the interim, of course, they will hold onto your money and invest it as they see fit, garner the profits from it.

If this sounds like a scam, it totally is. In fact, when this was first introduced these companies also had "policies" such that if you didn't use your HSA money before the end of the year, they just got to keep anything you had left. I believe the laws were changed to put a stop to THAT.

However, my previous experiences with this scam informed my general feeling on the entire system. One of my previous employers had an HSA such that we had these debit cards with which ostensibly we could make any medical purchase directly. However, if there was a dispute regarding any payment, they would lock the accounts for everyone in our company. And, this HSA denied Every. Single. Claim. No matter how obviously it was qualified, the first couple of times you submitted a claim, it would be denied as unauthorized. Which meant everyone had their accounts locked all the time.

So, anyway. With my current employer there's an HSA. As a matter of personal policy I don't participate - even if they're a legit, ethically-run service, the reality is I'm only saving a pittance in income tax for a huge pain in the ass. But somehow it turns out I have $500 in my HSA, which has rolled over year after year.

I tried to pull it out for some dental work, um, back in 2020. And that never resulted in me getting a check or anything. At the time I was busy and just shrugged and went on with my life.

Today, having blown the cost of a small car on four teeth, I decided to get that $500 out of the account. And thus ensued...

First, I did not recall the password to my account. And I did not write it down, because I had zero intention of using that account once I got my money out. No problem, reset password.

They send me a password link. The link also tells me the text of the security question. I vaguely recall their security questions were off-the-wall stuff I don't have any sort of answer for. (I do not give my mother's actual maiden name for that kind of question, but I do have a specific answer I give for it.) But this was a "Uh, what?". And bear in mind, there was clearly an answer in their system.

So I'm trying to come up with the security question, and figured it out on the third try. So I get the password reset and...

They're sending me an authorization code. Right.

I get the auth code and finally I'm actually in.

First, I look at the old claim and it's just listed as "unpaid". Why was it unpaid? No reason! It just wasn't paid. Not denied, not unauthorized or not qualified. They just didn't pay! Gosh, I wish it worked like that with my own bills!

So, come to find out after much digging, they've got "Request reimbursement" and "Add a claim". The former is - supposedly - the one where you get money from them. The latter is a "courtesy" to help you track your medical bills. So adding a claim has no bearing on the money you have in your HSA, it's just you writing stuff down. In spite of being identical to the reimbursement section.

Okay. Now I think I need to request reimbursement on this claim.

Denied. No authorized account for that claim. They rolled the money over and now I can only get paid for stuff which happens during this calendar year. Fine. I have a current medical bill where I blew WAY more than $500 out of pocket.

I put that in, and request reimbursement. No, wait, I don't. Because first you have to put the request in and save it. THEN you go into the request and tell the system you want paid. Because, apparently, people will put in a request but NOT want paid. Sure, that makes sense.

I request reimbursement. And I want them to mail me a paper check, thank you. Yes, I know it will incur a fee. And no, I will not "pwetty pwease let us have access to your bank account it's faster and easier and we're totally secure and definitely don't use this as a means to collect even more saleable information on you."

I request a check. And within thirty seconds I get an email telling me the funds have been "returned" because they tried to make a payment and it did not work. Which is really fucking fast for delivering a check, let me tell you.

And there is no further guidance on what to do. The website says the request is "not approved" but no information on what that means. I request to contact a representative. Which involved navigating a chatbot and repeatedly telling it that, no, it has not identified my problem and DO NOT redirect me to a page which talks about something else.

I finally get a human on the chat function. Who tells me that from their end everything looks fine, they just need to review the request and I'll get the check in 7-10 business days. Which would be GREAT except i have nothing official to indicate that. The rep claims the system is mistakenly telling people requests are being denied and IT is aware. Which is kind of suspicion in an industry which routinely denies valid requests anyway. So of course their system "mistakenly" says requests are denied.

Since I trust this exactly not at all, I ask for something official, as a chat in the company's website is not a legally actionable record. But of course there's no way to do this. I can download or copy and past the chat, which is equivalent to me writing out a text file.

So, I'm probably not ever getting my money.

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avian-writes · 8 months

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"Used Tombstone for Sale. One Only."

Putting classified ads in the newspaper was both easier and more difficult than I expected. Easy to walk into the office, fill out the paper given to me, and hand over the appropriate amount of money. Difficult to ignore the looks the clerk woman gave me as I hobbled in on my own and at what I requested.

But I suppose they had a rule against asking too many questions, lest they insult the people who essentially pay their wages. So she took my ad request and money and told me it’d run for the following week. Hopefully one week was all I’d need. Short as the ad was, it took what coins I had left.

Outside the bystander office, my pink and white bike was thankfully still where I left it tied with frayed rope to a lamp post. One of the training wheels was stuck on a crack in the curb and I struggled to yank it loose.

The sun was still rising as I peddled and peddled down Main St, taking the long way to avoid Mulkey Road. It’d already been 5 weeks since, but I just couldn’t bring myself to go anywhere near the road sign, much less take a stroll down. Even if it added 10 extra minutes to my pumping legs commute.

The back road past Main St was still in a somber mood. Doors stay closed and windows locked. Gates were chained and flower boxes sat empty to collect rainwater. Not a hint or hue of color to be seen as I biked past the houses. Somehow even the painted wood dulled in the time passed.

My silent home sat near the end of the road. The smallest, but with the most land. Enough for my father’s workshop in clear view of the neighborhood. A workshop that was bigger than the actual house: a simple one bedroom home with a small kitchen and living room combo. My father always insisted the bedroom belonged to me, even if I usually ended up sleeping on the pull out couch with him.

A pull out couch that was still out and messed up. I hadn’t found any reason to make it up or put it away. And despite the fact that all I’d done that morning was go downtown, I was exhausted. The residual heat inside was already dwindling, chill rubbing into my bones.

Creaky springs from years too long of a life under faded cushions. Wrapping myself up in the red knit blanket, scratching at my chipped blue nail polish, and shutting my eyes.

It was a few days before I got a bite. A few days of nothing but sleeping and heating up cans of soup on the stove, not going anywhere else except shuffling back and forth between the couch and kitchen. A trail of scattered dust wove from the couch cushions to the front of the stove.

Somehow the phone hadn’t been cut off yet, and the loud ring jostled me from a nightmare of red stained concrete. “Hello?”

“I’m calling about the ad in the paper? For the- the t-tombstone?”

I bolted up, getting tangled in my blankets in the process. “Yes! Yes. That’s me. I mean- you’re interested?”

“I am. How- how much is the asking price?”

“Oh, um.” Damn it. I hadn’t even thought about that. No amount of money would keep me in the house indefinitely, and I had just enough food left until the end of the month when the late payments would finally collapse on me. “Eight hundred?”

“E-even though it’s used?”

“Well, it is a very nice tombstone. Black granite and doves engraved in the corners. No chips, scratches, or anything like that.” I took very good care of it.

The buyer was a young person, which I was grateful for. Young burying the old was the best way to go and I don’t think I could’ve choked down taking eight hundred dollars from some poor parent or grandparent who lost their child. No matter how much I needed it.

Around 30 years old and shaking feverishly as soon as she stepped out of the car. The buyer drove an old red Camaro with a dented bumper and one missing rearview mirror. A long riding trailer was hooked to its hitch.

Average height with plain clothes. Long blonde hair pulled into a twisted braid that I thankfully saw through the living room window. I briefly braided my own crinkling hair and stared at myself in the mirror.

It would do well enough.

The buyer saw the tombstone waiting in the front yard and stumbled on the walkway. I sucked in a breath and waited, but she quickly collected herself. I had given simple but important instructions that I watched her follow from the safety of my home.

The money was placed in an envelope that she took from a crossbody bag and dropped delicately on the front stoop. The tombstone was already on a pad of felt that she took hold of and easily dragged it across the unruly grass and onto the trailer.

She was sweating by the time it was safely on, but I could see hints of muscle working away under her shirt sleeves. She latched up the small gate on the back of the trailer, hopped in the car, and with one last fleeting glance at my home, sped away with the tombstone.

I waited until she was just down the road before exiting. My bike was ready, the rusty wire basket’s contents hidden under a dish towel. The chain squealed when I initially pushed it out of the grass and onto the road, but once I got it turning it cracked enough to not fall apart.

The funeral parlor, the only one within 50 miles, wasn’t too far into town. Thanks to the minimal speed limits, I was able to catch up to the buyer fairly quickly. Even with my ankle getting knocked by the revolving petal every other wheel spin, the tombstone on the trailer slowed down her Camaro enough.

The buyer stopped outside the funeral parlor and walked inside. I waited across the road, hidden by large, ornamental bushes. I watched as the undertaker and his assistant came out with the buyer withering away behind them. The assistant took the buyer’s car and the undertaker and buyer got into the waiting hearse around the side.

They all left in a shortened processional and I dutifully joined. I peddled and peddled, my knees growing weary the farther the hearse went. Canned beans and salsa on stale bread was proving to be a poor diet to do so much exercise on. I had been too cowardly to confront the buyer in person and ask the location of the funeral and this was my punishment.

Finally, a reprieve. The hearse turned off the main road onto a gravel path leading towards. It slowed to a crawl, the tires crunching over the small rocks as it headed through a large iron gate.

I hopped off my bike, my bones cracking from the soreness built up, but kept pushing on after it with my bike in tow. It was a cemetery, not a graveyard thankfully, dug into the side of a hill downspout from the forest surrounding town. The gravel path curved down and to the left to the bottom of the hill where a small group of people had already gathered.

The hearse stopped and so did I. Hidden in the shadows of the forest, I watched the buyer get out of the car and solemnly walk to the group of mourners who accepted her with open, teary arms. They climbed the hill to a marked plot while the undertaker began to extract the casket from the hearse.

The mourners were a small handful of people. A few women had hand fans that cracked as they were thrust open. A man in a bowler hat stood over the casket with a reserved face, save the clear discontent upon seeing the tombstone.

Only the buyer showed any real emotion. Remorse for the small affair. Sorrow for her loss. Gratitude for the warm bodies, however reclused they were, surrounding her. Somber for the distasteful weather the funeral had to be held in. Disdain at the mismatched tombstone to the body that now was being nudged into the soil.

I listened to the typical words: short prayers and generic stories, some that weren’t even true but who was going to fact check? Compliments and farewell wishes. Nothing bad was said. Nothing a true testament to his true character, whatever it was. No one ever spoke ill about the dead until the grave was out of sight and alcohol was in their system.

No flowers were thrown on the casket before it was covered up. No further tears were shed. All attendants shuffled away and down the hill, thankfully not in my direction. Back towards the gate.

The undertaker and his assistant shook the buyer’s hand before taking the hearse away. She turned her head to the sky, staring into the bleak overcast. It was almost melancholy, the picturesque scene before me on the hill.

The buyer carefully stepped down the hill, the freshly cut grass still attacking her legs.

I took her place

I could see it. The tombstone was at the head of the freshly filled grave. Beautiful flowers already adorned the soil and I knelt to brush some aside to read the inscription.

Edward Dalca

Beloved father

I thought about what the undertaker had told the buyer. It would be a few days before he could change the words. It was eerie and a bit haunting to think that the people who had just grieved a complete stranger had done so to my father’s name.

I took my little trowel from my bike’s basket and started to dig.

Somewhere nearby, I could hear a scream that was cut off by a gasp for breath. I guess the buyer either hadn’t gotten far or was coming back to say another goodbye farewell see you later.

Hurried footsteps behind me, sharp nails digging into my shoulders and she yanked back. Screaming in my face, obscenities that would make the paperboy blush. None of which I think I heard. I was too focused on the grave behind her.

He’d been buried shallow, the buyer’s great uncle. That and with even my sad excuse for a shovel, I had gotten to the body before the buyer found me.

I leapt forward and shoved her; she was too busy yelling at the corpse to notice my sudden movement.

My trowel cut into everything. Dirt, rocks, bones, flesh. Mixing fresh and old blood into the deathly soil, fertilizing it like a macabre gardening project. On the edge of the cemetery while the screams of the buyer were quickly snuffed out by chokes and desperate pleas for relief.

My necklace came free during all this. My name, Nyssa Dalca, was spelled out in shiny white beads amongst polished smooth stones. Granite and limestone. The same many of the tombstones surrounding us were made from.

Finally, the sounds died down and the buyer stayed put in the shallow grave. I wiped off my trowel against the exposed casket and the buyer’s shirt and swept the upheaved dirt on top. Patting down the grave flat like burying a box containing your first deceased childhood pet. That, as a child you don’t realize, doesn’t like its claws being painted blue.

Standing up, I pulled my blonde hair into a twisted braid; picking up a stick from the forest floor to stab right through the unfamiliar strands, keeping it in place. I was still a bit hungry from my meager breakfast, and according to the undertaker’s assistant, there was a dinner being held at the diner nearby.

Selling my father’s tombstone hurt initially, but his journal and final letter to me was clear it needed to be done. I write this, my first account, to compare to his. He made a living for a good 76 years and, in his letter, assured me I could do the same.

Leaving me so young wasn’t part of the plan, and I have no idea what I’m going to do next, but at least with these muscles I can get started in his workshop. Another tombstone will need to be made.

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youresupervalid · 11 months

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Hey tumbr i need some criticism

So ive been doing some writing and id like to know what yall think of it ^^

The clink of a cup rings throughout the restaurant as it hits the coaster. The one placing the cup is Jubilee. “BZZZZT” the piece in their ear rang throughout their head.

“Hey Juby baby!!!! Let me just say that you did an exquisite job on the last run”

You could hear the smirk he was wearing.

This dickweed really has lost the plot. A guttural groan escapes their throat.

“Oh what's wrong J-”

“Just tell me what you want from me… and don't call me Juby!”

“Oh come on hun you're no fun… Alright look there's this little place a little north of great Eiston,

It's the corpse of an ancient empire.'' He says this as if he's trying to sell them on the idea.

“Now supposedly all the history and value has been left untouched.” again the complexion in his voice is one of a door to door salesman.

“Heh. you talk about it as if you actually care about the history and you're not just gonna sell it off without a care in the world” as they say this he scoffs, and a ding plays in their head as the location is added to their database.

A low pitched hum plays as he hangs up. Jubilee quickly finishes their food and heads up to the counter. Almost slamming their hand against the wood”

Almost in a whisper they speak “Hey the food was great… Alright look i was sent here to kill the chef as payment for what she did to Aoron”

The cashier's eyes widened with fear. “Butttttt ill count the food as payment enough” they pull out a piece of paper and write down an address.

“Give her this” written was the address of someone who had helped Jubilee get away from their past life.

If you asked Jubilee why they did that, a consistent answer is not something you should expect, because truthfully they did not know. The chef was a bad person, yes, but so was the one who contracted jubilee. Both saving and killing her would be bad karma.

They turn around and leave the restaurant without even a single complaint from anyone inside.

Jubilee would be walking to Great Eiston as vehicles are for people with money, not someone who's just barely getting by.

They instantly set off. Bringing with them all that they had… which was not much but they cherished every item in their possession. And off they went searching for an ancient empire lost to time.

The scurrying of frogs can be heard as a boot hits the ground.

“Who builds their empire in a fucking swamp” they ask themself. Jubilee tends to talk, argue, and question themself, no clue why they do it, they're just like that.

Murky, grimy, salty, smelly, all things I did not want to be surrounded by today…

Every step produced a sludgy squelching sound from beneath their boots. Until eventually they stood upon a pathway leading towards Great Eiston.

As they step foot through the gate of Eiston, an almost…. Sultry smell hits their nose, it's a pleasant yet weird shift from the scent just outside the walls. A city of great magnitude, everything promised in tales of this place were present and yet…. It's so soulless and empty, not empty in the way of people, there were almost too many of those, and yet…. Just empty.

But they did not care, they were just thankful they had made it inside before the sun began to set.

They had never really ran into the creatures of the night, they were always a little too careful as to not be out that late, however they had heard tales and stories of the horrors after dark, and somehow they just knew to stay away from the darkness.

They had no idea where they would hold up for the night, they just hoped they'd find an all night bar or something and just wait out the night, and that's exactly what they found.

Walking in they spot a free seat next to an old bloke and a… interesting creature side by side. The creature was very pale in complexion, with semi long hair and a bow in it.

As they sit down the guy pipes up. “You got nowhere to stay?”

Jubilee's head basically locked onto him at that moment, with confusion in their eyes.

“You dont look like a local… we have no where to stay either heh” he said in an almost regretful voice

“The names Hansen” he smiles, staring at the beer on the counter “what's yours?” he holds out his hand for a hand shake as he asks

“J-jubilee” they say in a shaky voice shaking his hand.

A small squeak type sound escapes the creature's throat. “Oh it likes your name heh” he awkwardly scratches his head.

“Whats its na-” he cuts me off before i can finish “Dung Bung… or thats what i call it” he looks at Dung Bung “and it seems to like the name so it's kinda stuck”

“Here let me order you a drink” he says as he looks up at my face “o-oh….”

Jubilee had a screen where their face should be, some may simply mistake it for a mask but upon further investigation it would be clear that it was no mask.

“How did that…” he cut himself off nervously.

“I.. dont wanna talk about it.” they awkwardly say twiddling their thumbs with regret and sadness in their voice

“Fair enough!” he thinks for a minute…

Jubilee shows him their hand knowing what was on their mind, built into their arm was a capsule injector. Hansen instantly understood that that's how they ate and drank.

He picked up the beer he had ordered a while ago and took a long swig, as he clanked the cup upon the table once more he joked “I don't think they sell capsule beer here” he chuckles a little.

They snicker in response. “Alcohol doesn't work on me anyway” they say in response.

“Oh well thats shit” he says chuckling as he takes another swig

“So how did you two meet?” they ask gesturing towards dung bung

“Oh man that's a long long story man…. Hey tell you what, ill make you a copy of my diary if you really wanna know” he says half joking.

“Ill have to take you up on that!” they say as they start gasping and almost fall to the floor.

Hasen and Dung look over as jubilee as they fall to ground grasping at their chest as they try to pull something out of their pocket, soon they pull a capsule out and shove it into their arm and inject it. Once they do so their breathing slowly returns to normal.

Hansen helps them stand back up. “Hey dude are you alright?”

“Y-yeah… it's just…” they sigh “My body starts to reject all this” they gesture to their face and arm “if i don't take that medicine every now and then” they look down at their feet almost disappointed “i must have forgotten today…”

They look up at Hansen, as dung bung wraps its hands around Jubilee in a big hug. its big jumper is so soft. Jubilee started to cry… or whatever constitutes crying for them. They spent the night in that bar, talking with Hansen and Dung.

Eventually morning arose, and they felt something new… they almost didn't want to leave, they inquired with Hansen about their feelings.

“You made some friends,” he answers wearing an almost sad smile “oh here” he hands them a book “told ya i would” he chuckles.

They look down at the book, the front cover reads ‘The diary of a nobody’ seems a little too humble if you asked them but oh well. They look up at Hansen and go to hug him, he reciprocates with a big warm hug.

Jubilee would stay if they could… but they had to go and so did Hansen, their paths were in opposite directions. “Hey,” he piped up, passing them a paper. “Those are my digits, message when some time wont you?” they nod.

“Well… goodbye” they say, as they turn around and head north. They were never good with goodbyes.

Jubilee's whole character basically changed back there… they had never met someone who was so nice to them. They look down at the book and paper before slipping them into their bag.

The sludgy sounds as their boots hit the ground had returned as they set off out of the soulless city and back into the murky swamp.

“BZZZT” the sound of the piece in their ear startels them.

“Ayy lee, how are you going out there hun?”

Fucks sake he does not give up

“Hey atsou…. Please stop calling me hun” they say in a tone similar to the action of slamming your head against a wall.

“I’m almost at the ruins” they sigh.

“Oh good to hear…. Oh shit gotta go " a low humming “bzzt”’ plays as he hangs up.

The glimmering of a once great empire shines just within their vision, something that truly would have brought many to their knees back in its time. Such a glimmer fades the second the fullness of these ruins enters your view.

Old, decrepit, smelly, and dirty, are all descriptive words for this place. and yet not a single one fully encompasses the vast disgust this place entails.

He never told me this place was a waste dump, that dickweed.

And that it was, a waste dump, bags and bags of trash strewn about with no rhyme or reason. Slimy, sticky, gooey, none of these words can fully describe the vibe of that place.

If you thought that simply being in a swamp was bad enough, you truly were not ready for what awaited you just beyond the gate.

An all encompassing smell of rot, and god knows what else, attacks your nostrils the second you get even 10 metres within range of this ghastly place.

Jubilee notices two figures moving just beyond some rubble, they go to duck behind a bench beside the pavement, and observe the figures.

The one on the left had a tall muscular build with long messy red hair. She wore a maroon turtleneck jumper with armor and leather straps on top.

Whilst the one on the right had a shorter slightly less muscular build with short-ish parted hair with a light pink on one side and a light purple on the other. She wore a shirt with the sleeves ripped off and a sleek black long sleeved shirt underneath, and had armor on top also.

They were chatting whilst plucking at the rubble until they eventually pulled out an old book. Jubilee thought to themself how much they would get for bringing such a book back.

their thought was interrupted as one of them started approaching their location. They panic and decide to just stand up and deal with it.

The shorter one jumps back and screams a little “w-who are you…. Are you a raider???”

The talker one buts in “Tom… we’re raider you idiot”

The shorter one whose name seemed to be Tom was blushing, and so was the taller one although you couldn't really tell through their darker complexion.

Jubilee had run into other raiders in the past but those raiders were triggerhappy and not very talkative.

“Alright to business. What are you doing here?” The tall one asks this in a manner that seems like they are trying to be intimidating but she is very much failing.

“I could ask you the exact same thing” they say in a jokey tone whilst having their hand ready to grab the iron on their hip in case anything happens.

Everyone goes quiet until the short one just starts laughing. “Hah told you that wouldn't work Wof”

Wof begins to laugh as well “well stranger, we’re here looking for anything to sell off… and i assume you're here for the same thing?”

Jubilee nods their heads. “Well” Wof says with an energetic tone in their voice “I got dibs on that store over there” they say jokingly “Just don't go where we are going and we won't go where you're going” she says smiling.

The short one is already off into one of the buildings looking for value.

Jubilee once again nods and begins to head off to a building, and begins to scavenge through the trash, and filth.

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thearchivistsjournal · 2 years

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Day 120,

Morning thought: It’s much easier to have morning thoughts when you don’t have to prep for the arrival of a roomful of children right after getting up.

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I tried delaying my leaving this morning, but the rain kept going anyway. At least I remembered to bring the cloak this time. Had to sacrifice a towel to keep the rest of the laundry and changes of clothes for the next week dry though.

It certainly could have been worse I suppose, for it was really only a light shower. The kind where it’s paradoxically bright enough out where you can see the sunshine reflected off the raindrops and you come out the other side of it more damp than wet. Honestly, between the gleam of the droplets, the patter on the broad leaves, and the soft tapping on my shoulders I might have actually enjoyed the walk into the Village this morning if it weren’t for trying to carry an unwieldy load of laundry the whole way.

Still, I made it to the library without any real incident where I found that Cass had already set up for the day. And apparently had opened up and run the archive yesterday as well. Good thing too, as it seems while school’s in session most of the rest of the villagers put off any archival visits until the off days. I somehow missed out on that message. Things-everyone-assumes- everyone-else-knows-already strikes again.

On the one hand, good on Cass for handling that. On the other hand, I feel bad for ditching her with that responsibility. I’ll need to make it up to her sometime.

All that said, we wound up finding ourselves busy enough that I didn’t get the chance to visit the carpenter until the evening.

The workshop was a spacious building, one of the larger in the Village. Situated near the road out of town I must have passed by it dozens of times without realizing what it was until recently. Its primary occupant was a stout woman named Melaina with her hair in a large bun. Younger than I expected given the trend of villagers working into their old age before finally passing their mantles on to apprentices. Didn’t seem polite to comment on it though.

She was just closing the large sliding doors on the shop when I arrived. When she saw me coming she threw her body into stopping the momentum so as not to lock me out. Awful polite of her.

I apologized for showing up so late, she said it was no bother so long as I wasn’t expecting anything done tonight, and we made our introductions. She recognized me from the equinox festival. I hadn’t thought about it, but I suppose for better or worse that’s probably going to be the case for most of the Village now. Hopefully not for worse. I still don’t like thinking about that performance.

Getting right to business, she asked me what brought me to her doorstep. I explained the idea of a blackboard and the plan to make one to aid in teaching.

The good news was she was enthusiastic about the prospect. Simple as it was, she seemed to be happy just to have something new to work on. Less good was that she brought up all sorts of specifications I hadn't thought about. Exact dimensions, wall-hanging or free-standing, border frame or no, etc.. We talked through some of those things, but since it was getting late and I didn’t want to keep her too long, we tabled further discussion until we both had the time to meet up in the next few days or so. I asked about the “black” part of the blackboard as well. She said she might have few ideas but would need to sleep on it and get back to me.

As for payment, she said not to worry about it since it’s for the kids and future generations as much as it is for me if it works out well. So that’s one less thing to keep me up at night thinking about.

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Easy come, easy go

“I’m saying, we’re not going to be okay when we’re apart. I’m not sure if I could give the same efforts you’re about to offer in the future,”

Pairing: Jeno x female!reader Genre: SMUT, FLUFF, ANGST. Enemies to lovers, strangers to lovers, summer love WC: 3,038k Warnings: female reader wears lipstick, jeno putting on lipstick to you, swearing, mentions of parties and one beer, but no alcohol consumption, high school graduates so it the summer before college starts. Unprotected sex, mentions of making out, breakup, couch sex, mentions of other idols. A/N: I’m in a jeno mood for days already now ughs

It all started this summer, where your cousin Haechan introduced you to some of his friends to somehow help you make new friends over the summer. Having new friends is nice of course, who wouldn't want that. But meeting Lee Jeno and being nice to him was the worst decision you made so far. He was annoying, rude, has poor eyesight and seriously you don't understand why girls go crazy over him. It's like he is this walking nightmare the whole summer that you try to avoid at all costs but you just can't because he and Haechan are best friends.

"The guy likes you. Jeno is not usually "rude" to girls, in fact, he's good with girls. So just have more patience with him," Haechan explains after you rant your heart out during a house party. "Fix your lipstick its smudge- I'll go get you a beer, wait here" and so you did, you took out your phone and your lipstick, trying to re-apply it under the dim lights and neon lights, then suddenly someone bumped your shoulder so hard and spilled their drink on your thin blouse.

It was Jeno. And instead of saying sorry he let out a small laugh and pretended that he didn't do it on purpose. "You look like a clown- uh, your lips... here let me get that for you-"

"Fuck you. Don't touch me," you said sternly and walked away. Leaving Jeno completely speechless and worried because he really did fucked up this time.

You looked for the nearest bathroom and wash away the beer from your blouse but it's useless. The beer stained already it's so obvious, not to mention your face is a mess and Jeno was right you look like a clown because you didn't notice you put on too much lipstick earlier. "Fuck" you murmured and got a tissue to wipe away your ruined makeup.

"Y/n, it's Jeno uhm... Can you please open the door so we could talk, and I could apologize sincerely" he rests his head on the door while holding on to the knob, waiting for you to open it. Thankfully, you did but not because you're being soft this time, you only opened the door because sooner or later you have to deal with him and you rather talk to him in private.

"What?" you asked without meeting his eyes and trying to re-apply your lipstick again but this time you're sure you'll get it right.

"I really didn't mean it earlier. I have poor eyesight and as you can see I don't have glasses right now, so that's why... I'm really sorry." he explained, short but you know it's the truth. He wouldn't come and find you if he didn't want to apologize.

"Apology accepted," you leaned on the mirror and continue to what you're doing but to your surprise, he came closer, grabbed you by the waist gently, and took the lipstick out of your hand.

"Turn towards me," you do as you're told, he then lifted your head, and then you watch him put a little pigment on his middle finger, just enough for your lips and just how you like it. Is he really this good with girls that he even knew how to apply lipstick? "Part you lips," he requests.

But it was a request that made the atmosphere a little warmer and it both made your hearts beat so fast.

Gently then he dabs his finger lightly on your lips, carefully putting enough color into it and careful not to ruin it again for the second time. And when he's done, you simply locked eyes and that's when you saw that he does like you.

Then he kissed you and stopped the world for you. Everything turned silent even though the party music outside the bathroom was blaring and everyone seems to be shouting. It was a quick kiss but it felt so good and right at the same time that Jeno asked for more and wanted to deepen the kiss but you stopped him.

"Okay okay. I understand now," you giggle and erased the pigment on his lips with your thumb. "Let's take it slow," you said and smiled at him but the man who's smiling so big in front of you reached out for the doorknob and locked it. You would be lying if you say you don't want him to kiss you again.

A few days after the kiss, Jeno didn't stop teasing you in front of his friends but it got lessen. A few days later, the little crush grew and grew until Jeno decided he really wanted to try and make things work with you. He can be so annoying to the point that you wanted to punch him, but you know that he's serious when it comes to his feelings. Jeno can be a real asshole sometimes, but the man knew how to make you happy and smile privately.

After the first month of summer, you and Jeno had the time of your lives and spend your precious time together privately. Night swimming in his house, sneaking out to make out during parties with friends, you visiting him during his work and wait for him until its closing time. The first month was beautiful and you didn't expect you would have a great time with someone you used to hate. Even though you hide what relationship you have from everyone, you and Jeno love the privacy and to be honest you don't care if he doesn't flex you to everyone. The man loves you and that's what's important.

“Welcome, beautiful”

Jeno said with a big and teasing smile as you enter the coffee shop his family owns and where he usually works whenever he’s free. “You here to see me? I knew it, you always had a crush on me” he teases further.

“No dumbass, I’m here to buy Haechan a cake,” you said, scanning the displayed cakes and avoiding to look at Jeno’s handsome smile. “I’ll take the birthday cake, and three candles please”

You watch Jeno put the cake and secure it in a box, with the three candles as requested. Giving it to you before he accepts your payment, "You're really not here for me? While I think about you every second of the day?" he pouts and crossed his arms.

"Oh you're annoying, see you tonight" you rolled your eyes but left a smile before you leave him.

Tonight is Haechan's birthday and everyone at home was busy preparing for the party including you. It's a sleepover, only Haechan's closest friends and a few family members were invited that's why you're lucky you get to sleep with Jeno tonight, you just have to plan out how you can sneak out without the others seeing you.

As the party started and guests started arriving, you and Jeno barely talked to each other because you were busy talking to your relatives. But he never let you out of his sight, he was watching you from afar and listing the names of the guys who talk to you tonight in his head. And when all family members came home and everyone who stayed are all drunk and sleeping, you went downstairs to where Jeno is sleeping and brought him a pillow and a blanket.

"Thought you forgot about me already, hi" he waited for you on the couch while he's laying comfortably there with all the lights turned off and only the light from the swimming pool illuminates the room.

"Don't you want to sleep somewhere comfortable?" you whisper and sat on top of him, legs on both of his sides.

"Now that you're on top of me, this is my definition of comfort" he smiled so sweetly and reached for your face to cup it and kiss you. "Let's sleep here tonight," he whispered and pulled your body closer to him. Lips moving, tongue swirling on each other while your hands are intertwined. Letting yourselves enjoy this quiet night for this busy day kept you both apart from each other for so long.

"Jaemin was too friendly with you earlier,"

"I didn't notice- wait, you were watching me the whole time?" you whispered back.

"Of course I'm watching you,"

"Well if we go out in public he wouldn't be so clueless, and you wouldn't end up hating your friend"

"I like the privacy we have. Plus do you realize how much teasing we'd get from Haechan?" you agreed to him and placed your head on top of his chest to listen to his heartbeat. "You know when I first saw you my heart beat so fast that I ended up being rude to you instead of acting cute," you feel the vibrations of his giggle and hear him well. It was just a few words, a sincere gesture and, a little honesty but it made you feel something deep inside that made you confess your love to him.

"I love you. I know it's too early to say it, but there I said. I love you," you hide your face on the side of his neck and feel him soothe your back.

"I was planning to say it first, that's not fair. But, me too. I love you too." he searched for your eyes and flashed a handsome smile at you. Tracing your lips as he remembers the first night he kissed you for the first time. Then you came closer to him for a kiss but the moment heated in no time and the next thing you know you're pulling down Jeno's shorts and palm his big cock through his boxers briefs.

He let out guttural sounds, proof that he's loving the pleasure but careful enough not to be heard so you kissed him and caught all his moans as you continue to work on his cock and eventually started grinding on top of him.

"Are we really having our first on a couch?" he whispered in between kissing, hands started to undo the buttons from your sleepwear. Finally exposing yourself to him, "beautiful as always," he murmured but you rolled your eyes on him, making you both giggle quietly. You removed his shirt and proceed to kiss his very hot body, kissing him on the neck, his collar bones, abs, and most importantly, his sensitive nipples that made him part his lips when your tongue made contact with it. "You're going to be the death of me," he said and slipped his hand inside your thin shorts to palm your ass. You then took initiative, to remove your shorts and throw it on the floor. Now that you're both only in your underwear it made you even more excited.

Slowly Jeno let his hand wander around your body, touching your boobs for the very first time and brushing his fingers oh so softly on your nipples and make them hard just like what you did to his. Until you intentionally came closer to him so you're boobs are near his face and did not hesitate to suck it until both of your nipples are swollen.

"When was the last time you had sex?" he whispered beside your ear and the way he asked you just made you breathe in deeply and let out a small moan.

"Let's just say that it's been too long that you will think you're fucking a virgin,"

"It's going to be a long night then," he said and immediately put two fingers inside you which made you hold onto his shoulder and grind on his fingers. "You were right," Jeno felt how tight you were and became more excited that he moved his finger deeper and curled them, massaging your tight walls and watching you enjoy the pleasure that he give you while you're on top of him.

Then he removed it and you let out a heavy sigh because of frustration, you were so wet by this time and you see his boxers briefs stained with your pussy juices and you swear, you wanted to get mad at him but now is not the time. "Put your fingers back in please,"

“You were so close to cumming, don't you want to cum on my dick instead?" he asked you, pulling his hard cock from his boxers briefs and reaching for your hand for you to palm it and feel how big he is. You swallowed the lump in your throat as you look at how big he is and you knew right then and there that he will feel good. So you position yourself comfortably on top of him, touching yourself for a few seconds before you let him line his cock on your hole.

"Just go slow," he said before you sink down and take him whole. Lips parting and eyebrows furrowing as you take him and let his big cock stretch you out. And when it's finally in, you breathe in and out heavily before you move your hips and make you both feel good.

"Oh fuck" he croaked and place his hands on your waist pulling you closer to him so he could keep you close. "Go slower," he whispered beside your ear then watch your pussy swallow his dick. The sight of it just made him want to fuck you hard tonight, break you and make you scream but he can't.

From the tip of his cock right to his balls, you were that deep that you were both losing your minds at that very moment. His hands roam around your body but it mostly stays on your ass, caressing your butt cheeks and teasing your butthole for a few times so you clench around him. "That's cheating," you joke and kissed him.

He pulled you in for a hug and focused on how you fuck him. Yes, fuck him. And this time a little faster and deeper that he's already on edge and making faces already. Faces that he does whenever he's about to have a mind blowing orgasm that he rarely gets. "K-keep fucking me like that," he said with deep groans, one arm around your waist and one arm reaches for your clit.

"Baby, you don't have to do that- fuck that feels good, mmm" his fingers were enough to make you crazy that you ended up fucking him faster, that the couch creaks already and anyone who is awake can definitely tell you're fucking on the couch.

And when the most awaited moment comes, he pushed you away so he could pull out and pump his cock and let his cum land on his stomach. With heavy breaths and a weak body, Jeno looked at you so lovingly at the other side of the couch. Reaching for his shirt to clean his cum so you could go back to your comfort on top of him.

"I'm sorry you didn't cum,” he said softly, sitting up to reach for you and kiss your shoulders as you busy yourself to wear your panties and sleepwear again. Jeno did the same before you two squeeze your bodies on the small couch. Laying bodies to bodies, sharing one blanket and keeping each other close the whole night.

And when the morning comes, you woke up alone on the couch with the blanket perfectly covering your body from the morning breeze.

Days after that fateful night, you and Jeno find ways to have sex whenever you can and enjoy the second month of summer together doing the things you want to do together, going on places and making unforgettable memories. But just as your relationship was going well, you didn’t expect it to fall right before your eyes.

While you were walking hand in hand on the street just after he ends his shift at the cafe and promised to walk you home, you were reminded of the following things you have to deal with just before this summer ends. And because you’re preparing for your college move-in next month, you mentioned it to Jeno for the first time with excited eyes and high pitched tones. “Am I boring you? Sorry, I was just excited” you said. And then he stopped walking.

“I’m not good with long distance. I love you but I know myself, I could end up cheating and hurting you-“

“Where is this coming from? What are you saying? What are you implying?” you asked, question after question because you have no idea why he’s acting like this. You didn’t expect that your excitement for your college dorms will spark something that will ruin your day.

“I’m saying, we’re not going to be okay when we’re apart. I’m not sure if I could give the same efforts you’re about to offer in the future,” he avoided eye contact and clenched his jaw. You’ve never seen him cold like this before.

“So in other words you’re telling me that eventually, we will break up? You just can’t say it to my face because you’re a coward who would rather give up than try the whole long distance shit first?”

Unfortunately, he nodded. And you don’t know why you’re still holding his hand so let him go and walked away.

“Y/n- fuck,” he followed you and tried stopping you, “let's not do this tonight please, it's so sudden,”

You closed your eyes and tried so hard not to cry in front of him. He just kept on saying the wrong words and it's breaking your heart.

“I would rather accept this sudden situation than let you hurt me slowly on the following days.” you shook your head and show him your disappointment. And what hurts you the most is he didn’t even tried to fight for you, or say he's sorry or admit that he’s wrong. He just let you walk away and throw everything that you built tonight.

A few days after your break up, Jeno regrets everything he did that he even tried reaching out to you and Haechan. But he was too late. You left because you can’t stay there and wait for him to chose you again, only to have the same answers that you get on the night you broke up.

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— you love too easy | hitoshi shinsou (m.)

pairing: hitoshi shinsou/f!reader

genre: angst, fluff, smut

wordcount: 𝟾𝟹𝟾𝟶

cw: childhood friends!au, roommate!au

tags: unrequited love, pining, toxic relationship (oc x shinsou), brief kaminari x reader, cunnilignus, dirty talk, pet names, praise kink, fingering, size kink, loss of virginity, light virgin kink, creampie, squirting, angst with a happy ending

note: sorry if u like kaminari. i made him a huge douchebag in this. i swear i like him i just needed a character to be,,,,well, a douchebag.

— all your life you'd been by his side. you've loved him since you could remember. you've always been by his side so why did he give his heart away to everyone but you; the one who would treat it right?

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He fell in love too easily. You knew that your entire life. He’d give his heart away to anyone and everyone, fully and with everything he had. He loved with every fiber of his being. And it always ended in disaster.

You couldn’t count how many nights you’d spent by his side rubbing his back as he cried because his girlfriend lied to him, comforting him as he hunched over a toilet after crying himself sick because his girlfriend cheated on him, or forcing him to eat because he got so depressed after she ignored him.

It was an endless cycle.

Yet you were always there to build him back up -- to pick up the pieces.

Ever since the first girlfriend he had in Kindergarten that lasted for 2 days and ended in his tears up to the girl he dated in senior year of highschool who cheated on him with her ex...you were the one to fix him.

Yes, Hitoshi Shinsou fell in love far too easily and way too hard.

The thought that kept you awake every night, however, was why couldn’t it be you? You were the one who took the best care of his heart -- being the one to piece it back together every time it was broken. He didn’t need to love anyone else. If he just loved you, he would never have to worry if he just gave his heart to you.

But he never would.

Because he didn’t love you like you loved him.

You’d known him since you were babies -- your parents were friends in highschool and it went on well into adulthood.

Naturally, the two of you grew close -- it was inevitable. Your crush on him developed in childhood -- you two got lost in the mall after you strayed away and he kept you safe and calm until you found your parents, his hand clasped tightly around yours as he let you cling to him. That was the first time you realized he made your cheeks feel warm and your tummy fluttery.

Your parents always joked that the two of you would fall in love and get married. It was nearly impossible for that idea not to be imprinted in your mind.

Except, it was never an idea he entertained.

Part of you felt foolish. You were a grown adult with a crush that you’d harbored since childhood -- pathetic, one-sided crush at that.

The thing was, unlike Shinsou, you’d never dated before. It was never something you desired. Sure, you had confessions and love letters but you’d never once accepted them. You just couldn’t see yourself being with anyone but him.

Upon graduating, the two of you realized how terrible it was to be 18 trying to make it in the adult world. After a few years of fumbling and nearly getting kicked out by not making your rent payments on time, you decided that rooming together would be the best idea.

It was a foolproof plan; you’d known each other for your whole lives so it wasn’t like you’d suddenly hate each other, you knew he was responsible with his money and you were too, and he was a quiet, chill guy so there wouldn’t be any obnoxious ruckus.

What you didn’t think about, however, was him bringing girls home.

“This is Aoi,” he introduced, motioning to the smiling girl beside him, “Aoi, this is _____...she’s my best friend.”

“And his roommate,” you added, holding your hand out politely.

“Oh you...live together?” you didn’t miss the distaste in her tone as she reached out to give you a weak handshake, pulling away as quickly as she could. She immediately wrapped her arms around his and he leaned how to press a kiss to the top of her head.

Ouch. That made your heart hurt.

Of course, it was nothing new. This was something you’d been through time and time again.

What you hadn’t accounted for, was her dislike of you. Naturally, his past girlfriends hadn’t always been fond of you -- after all, you were a big part of their boyfriend’s life. And jealousy was a fickle disease.

But Aoi’s dislike bordered on hatred and disgust over you. Every chance she got, she was pulling Shinsou away from you with some thinly veiled excuse. It seemed your best friend was none the wiser as well.

You couldn’t blame him -- he was in love. Unfortunately.

Aoi’s glares were ice cold, often sending shivers down your spine when she set it upon you. It was uncomfortable to say the least. She was at your place often enough for you to take up the art of avoiding her.

That is until one day when things seemed to come to a head for her. You weren’t sure what you did but you found yourself cornered in the kitchen one evening while Shinsou was taking a shower -- leaving just the two of you alone.

“Listen to me,” Aoi spat, arms crossed over her chest, making her look petulant, “You need to back off of Toshi.”

“Uhh...what?” you grunted, looking up from the glass of chocolate milk you were pouring.

“Stay away from him!” she spat.

“We literally live together,” you rolled your eyes, capping the pint of milk, “I can’t stay away from him.”

“You know what I mean,” she hissed, clearly pissed off by your sarcasm. She marched up to you, grabbing your upper arm in a vice grip, her acrylic nails pinching your skin, “I see the way you look at him. I know that look in your eye. You love him.”

Your mind blanked, mouth opening but failing to produce any words. She smirked smugly, stepping back and crossing her arms again.

“I…” your brows came together as you shook your head, finally putting the milk away.

“I knew it,” she huffed, “You can’t take him from me. Toshi is mine so you better remember that. You have no idea what I can do to you.”

With that parting threat, she stormed out of the kitchen back to Shinsou’s bedroom. You felt tears sting your eyes, feeling utterly humiliated by her.

Another thing about Hitoshi Shinsou is he’s terribly dense sometimes. You had no idea how he managed to miss the horrifying tension between you and Aoi. But he somehow did.

The three of you sat in the living room -- the two of them cuddled on the couch while you curled up under a throw blanket with your phone open to Twitter on the loveseat. They were watching some movie Aoi picked out that you knew Shinsou hated, but he watched it anyway. The thought made you bitter.

You’d never make him watch movies he hated. That’s just selfish.

You let out a sigh, catching your best friend’s attention immediately.

“What is it, darlin’?” he asked, the usual pet name he used for you making your stomach flutter. Aoi’s eyes narrowed in distaste at it but he paid her no mind.

“Oh, I’ve just got a bit of a headache,” you mumbled, locking your phone to look over at him.

He frowned, concerned, pulling his arm from around his girlfriend’s shoulders. She whined at the loss, attempting to pull him back but he paid her no mind.

He disappeared from the living room to the kitchen. You could hear the refrigerator open before he began shuffling around the cabinets.

“You’re not slick,” Aoi hissed, keeping her voice low, “Why don’t you just go away. Don’t you think he’d prefer to be alone with his girlfriend? You’re just a third wheel.”

You didn’t get to reply before Shinsou returned, holding a glass of your chocolate milk and a couple pills. He smiled, handing everything to you before taking a seat with Aoi again. She immediately clung to him with a whine.

“Thank you Toshi,” you smiled, popping the pills in your mouth before taking a quick gulp of the milk.

“Anytime, darlin’” he smiled, turning his attention back to the movie he hated.

Part of you felt prideful that he was willing to pull himself away from his girlfriend to take care of you. She clearly saw you as competition and you couldn’t deny the giddy feeling it gave you when you proved to her that you meant something to Shinsou.

You noticed very quickly when Shinsou stopped calling you by his nickname. It baffled you and you didn’t hesitate to bring it up to him.

“Ah, Aoi mentioned she doesn’t like it when I call other girls pet names,” he rubbed the back of his neck in that familiarly anxious way of him. He was avoiding your gaze, further ticking you off.

“I’m not other girls, Hitoshi,” he visibly cringed at hearing his full name, “I’m your best friend. You’ve always called me that.”

He sighed, biting his lip, clearly torn, “Sorry _____,” you frowned at the sound of your name. It seemed so foreign hearing it where he’d usually call you ‘darlin’’, “She is my girlfriend and it’d be shitty of me to neglect her wishes. I want this to work, you know?”

You rolled your eyes, arms crossing over your chest, “This is stupid Hitoshi.”

He sighed, clearly growing annoyed as well, “Look, you’re just my friend, alright? So back off.”

Your jaw fell open at those words, tears already starting to sting at your eyes, “Just your friend? That’s low, Hitoshi. I am not just your friend and you know it.”

He groaned, running a hand through his already messy hair, “You’re starting to sound jealous and clingy, _____. It’s not a good look.”

Feeling that the tears were going to spill any moment, you shook your head and stormed past him, “Screw you Shinsou.”

You slammed your bedroom door, missing the sight of him burying his face in his hands. Hearing you address him by his last name was even worse than hearing his first.

Things remained tense between the two of you for a week. You had really been hurt by his words. You always thought you meant a lot to him -- that you’d never be the person who was pushed aside for a relationship. You never thought Shinsou would do that.

As a result, you made no effort to even speak to him. Sometimes you’d pass him while he sat on the couch, Aoi snuggled up to him. Whenever you made eye contact with you, she held this smug, superior look that made you want to clock her.

You’d never hated a girlfriend of his more.

Finally, Shinsou gave in. He couldn’t stand not having you to talk to. There was this heavy feeling lingering on his shoulders every time he thought about the cold way you called him by his last name. He never wanted to be addressed like that by you.

There were a series of knocks on your door and you paused, debating on ignoring him. He knocked again when you took too long to answer.

“Come in,” you groaned, putting your laptop aside to give him your attention.

“Hey,” he smiled half-heartedly as he slipped into your room, closing the door behind him.

“What do you want?” you asked, no bite in your voice.

He sighed, taking a seat beside you on the bed, “I want to apologize for what I said. I know that hurt your feelings so I’m sorry.”

You were quiet for a moment before you sat up straighter, “Hitoshi...I don’t want you to become a different person because of a girl.”

“What do you mean?” he frowned.

You sighed, “I think she’s a bad influence on you, Toshi.”

He softened briefly at your use of his nickname but it was quickly replaced by a cold stare that sent shivers down your spine, “A-A bad influence? I’m not a kid, _____.”

You frowned, “You don’t have to be a kid to be negatively influenced by another person's toxicity, Hitoshi.”

“You think she’s toxic?” he scoffed, standing up, “You don’t even know her. You’ve barely even spoken to her.”

“Well the bit that I have spoken to her was not pleasant,” you spat, moving to sit at the edge of the bed with your feet on the floor, “I don’t think she’s good for you.”

“What are you, my mother now?” he growled, spinning around to glare at you, “Maybe I was wrong...maybe you are just jealous.”

“How am I acting jealous?” you cried, growing frustrated, “Caring about your wellbeing is jealousy now?”

“Oh get off it,” he groaned, “What’s she done then, huh? Tell me.”

You paused, remembering her threat. But you were so pissed off you couldn’t keep it in anymore, “She’s threatened me to stay away from you. She’s so insecure about our friendship she threatened me over it! Said you were hers and I better remember that. She’s crazy!”

“She didn’t say that,” he argued, eyes narrowed maliciously, “You’re just making shit up to make her look bad now. That’s really low, _____.”

“You asked me to tell you what she did and then you just don’t believe me?!” you screeched, tossing your hands up in exasperation.

“I thought you’d tell me the truth, not make up some pathetic lie!” he shouted, making you flinch.

“Pathetic?” you breathed, shoulders sagging, “Is that what you think of me?”

He was quiet for a moment, jaw set. He seemed to be thinking his words carefully, which made his next even more painful, “Yeah. I do. This jealousy and lying of yours is pathetic. I get if you don’t like her but don’t make up shit about her,” he made way for the door, yanking it open, “Grow the fuck up, ______.”

You didn’t get a chance to reply before he was slamming your door shut. All at once, your emotions came crashing down and you buried your face in your pillow to silence your sobs.

Your eyes fluttered open and you groaned, feeling your head pound. A glance out the window showed that it was nighttime. You had fallen asleep.

You climbed out of bed to your desk to find your packet of headache pills. You let out a sigh of relief as you swallowed them down with the bottle of water sat on your nightstand. Flopping back into bed, you closed your eyes and attempted to relax your body.

Just as it seemed that you were going to fall back asleep, there was a loud noise from past your door. You frowned, your eyes fluttering open in confusion.

It came again and it took you a moment to realize what it was. A woman’s moan.

“Toshi!” you heard her squeal, making you flinch.

“Are you fucking kidding me?” you hissed, feeling those tears come burning their way back.

“That feel good, baby? Let me hear you,” he growled and your hands flew up to cover your ears to muffle the sounds of her pleasure.

This was low for Shinsou. Sure, he’d had sex with girlfriends before but he always made sure to keep it down for your sake. Now he was just doing it to dig at you.

He wasn’t wrong about your jealousy but you knew he thought you were jealous over his attention being taken away. But that wasn’t the case at all. It was because you were in love with him.

Now he was forcing you to listen to him fuck the girlfriend you literally had a fight over. This wasn’t like Shinsou at all.

She really was just a terrible influence on him but he was too in love to see it. She was making him into a different person and you hated it. It was happening so quickly.

As you laid in bed, tears wetting your bed as you hid your head under your pillow, you couldn’t help but think.

The stupid fool really fell in love way too easily.

Things went from bad to worse astonishingly fast. Aoi was over more often than she had been before. The snotty comments and humiliating words from her every time you saw her and the cold, deadly glare Shinsou set on you whenever you came anywhere near his girlfriend was wearing on you.

You were unhappy. It was an emotion you rarely ever felt around him -- Shinsou was always the one to pick you up, not put you down. It got to the point where he wouldn’t even respond to your greetings or questions, giving you the complete silent treatment.

It hurt.

To escape the suffocating negativity of your apartment, you picked up even more shifts at work. The video game shop became a place you found solace in.

If Shinsou noticed your absence, he didn’t make it known to you.

“Will that be all for you today?” you asked, plastering on a fake, customer service smile onto your face.

“Yeah, I guess,” he mumbled, slapping down a few bills to cover the charge, “But I think I’d like to add your number to my receipt.”

You took a moment to look at him. He had blonde hair with a lightning bolt of black through it. He was dressed in black jeans, a t-shirt, and a leather jacket. He was cute, you’d give him that.

“Is that the best you could come up with?” you asked, opening the register with a brow raised.

He giggled, making you smile despite yourself, “I was on a time crunch I didn’t want to miss my chance.”

“Who said you had a chance to begin with?” you asked, passing him his change, “3.14 is your change.”

“Well, I was hoping you’d give one to me,” he shrugged, stuffing the change into his pocket before grabbing the bagged video game he’d purchased.

You gazed at him for a moment. He was charismatic and cute. He liked video games just like you. And he’d be a great distraction.

“Sure, why not?” you mused, watching his eyes go wide.

“Wait really?” he gasped, a grin stretching across his face.

“Did you think I’d say no?” you asked.

“U-Usually I get rejected so…” he shrugged, scratching the back of his head with a cute blush reaching his ears, “Anyway, when’s your shift end?”

“Um...closing time, so about 8:30,” you replied, glancing at the clock. 5 hours left.

“Sweet, I’ll pick you up!” he grinned.

“I-I’ll have to change though!” you complained, making him pause and shake his head.

“Don’t worry about it!” with those parting words, he bolted out the door, the bell chiming to signal his departure.

As he disappeared from view, you realized you didn’t even know his name.

You would come to find he was Denki Kaminari; a college student majoring in graphic design. He had a friend named Katsuki Bakugou who was as loud as he was angry. Eijirou Kirishima was a kind, chill guy who mellowed out the explosive Bakugou well. Mina and Sato, two friends-turned-lovers, were a common source of laughter for the group.

You were together for a little over a month and a half when he finally asked to meet your friends. Truth be told, the only person you could consider a friend would be Shinsou. You had acquaintances and those you hung real casually with but Shinsou was the only person you’d consider a friend.

Well, you weren’t sure if he could even be called that anymore.

Eventually, you gave in and decided to bring Kaminari to your apartment.

“Whoa, nice place,” he mumbled, looking around.

“You think so? Thanks,” you smiled, leading him towards the living room, “Like I said...things are...tense between me and Hitoshi so…”

“Who’re you?” a familiar voice came from the entry of the hallway.

Shinsou stood there, messy hair and tired eyed wearing basketball shorts and an oversized t-shirt. His eyes burned holes into Kaminari, who visibly shrunk beneath the heated glare. You took note of how Shinsou didn’t even look at you.

That still hurt.

“I’m Denki Kaminari,” the blonde replied, approaching Shinsou to shake his hand, “I’m _____’s boyfriend!”

You didn’t miss the shift in Shinsou’s look, his eyebrows perking up ever so slightly. His gaze finally shifted to you before he scoffed from his nose, making you wince.

“Alright,” Shinsou mumbled, shoving his hands into his pockets before turning his back to the both of you, stalking back to his room with a slam of the door.

Kaminari winced, “Boy, you weren’t kidding.”

“Yeah,” you sighed, motioning him to follow you, “Let’s head to my room. I don’t know if Aoi is here or not and I don’t care to find out.”

“I kinda wanna meet her too,” your boyfriend whispered, lowering his voice so it didn’t carry to Shinsou.

“No you don’t,” you chuckled, shutting your bedroom door once the two of you were safely inside.

You sat beside him on the bed, reaching for your remote to click the TV on for background noise. He cuddled in beside you, commenting on how soft your bed was.

“You smell really good,” he suddenly whispered, nosing at your neck.

You blinked in surprise, moving your head so he could get a better angle, “Th-Thanks…”

He hummed as you shivered once he pressed a few soft kisses against your neck. It tickled a bit but also sent a strange tingle down your spine the more he kissed. Your heart hammered in your chest and you briefly wondered if Denki could hear it.

He cupped your jaw, pulling you into a deep kiss. His tongue met your bottom lip, making you sigh against his lips.

You barely noticed his hand crawling up your shirt until it snuck beneath the band of your bra. The unfamiliar feeling of someone cupping your breast had you pulled away, tugging on Kaminari’s hand to pull him away.

“W-We shouldn’t…” you whispered, unsure of how to reject him, “W-With Shinsou the way he is…”

Kaminari looked skeptical for a second before nodding his head, “Got it.”

And that was that.

At least you thought until he began trying more and more. It became common for you to find his hand up your shirt. The feeling made you uneasy, making you realize you really weren’t ready to have sex. Kaminari was your first boyfriend and you weren’t willing to give everything up to him like that.

“Why do you always stop me?” Kaminari asked one day, voice soft and reassuring.

“I just…” you cleared your throat, biting your lip, “I don’t want to go that far yet.”

He was quiet for a moment before smiling and nodding his head, pulling you closer to him with a kiss to your forehead. Your body relaxed, thankful that he wasn’t angry with you like you had feared he would be.

He began following your wishes, no longer attempting to go past kissing. You were thankful.

Unfortunately, your bliss didn’t last long because next thing you knew, he was dumping you. Over text.

You had just got home from work, your feet aching and dread pooling in your stomach at the idea of being home. You were so tired of being scared to come home, it was exhausting. Shinsou was sitting on the couch, eating something he’d made himself for dinner with his back to you. He didn’t even show any signs that he knew you were home.

Lingering by the door, you pulled your phone out to check your notifications.

One from Denki made your heart stop -- the preview text already displaying what you feared. Your fingers were trembling as you unlocked your phone to look at the message.

As you read it, the words grew blurrier until tears began to drip onto your screen -- further obscuring the words there.

A small whimper escaped your throat, despite the way you tried to choke down any sounds. You quickly scurried to get to your bedroom when a strong hand snagged your wrist. Wide eyed, you were spun around to find Shinsou wearing a frown and furrowed brows.

“Why are you crying?” he asked, voice stern with concern.

You shook your head, feeling pathetic. You didn’t like Kaminari that much. Truthfully, you were mostly dating him to get away from Shinsou. But the idea that you were dumped because you wouldn’t have sex was utterly humiliating. Your first real boyfriend dumped you because you wouldn’t put out.

“You were right,” you sniffled, unable to hold back the sob that tore through your chest, “I am pathetic.”

He didn’t have the chance to even think of a reply before you were escaping his hold to hide away in your bedroom. You haphazardly stripped and changed into your softest set of clothes, deciding you were going to wallow in your own self pity for the night.

Your humiliation overshadowed the fact Shinsou had shown you the first sign of care in weeks. He had reacted to your crying just as he always had and instinctively moved to comfort you.

You could hear muffled voices from the hallway, one male and one female. The fact he brought her over after you just had a near meltdown in front of him irked you and only brought more tears forth.

A sense of anger rushed over you -- you didn’t want her there. This was your house and you didn’t want her there while you were going through it. You had half a mind to go out there and kick her out, maybe Shinsou would let it slide since you were clearly having a tough time.

What you didn’t expect were the shouts coming from them. You frowned and walked towards your door, cracking it open to listen to their shouting from the living room.

“You’re kicking me out?!” Aoi cried.

“I’m not kicking you out,” Shinsou sighed, “You don’t live here. I’m just asking you to go home for the night, Aoi.”

“Why should I?” Aoi argued, “Because she’s upset? Who cares!”

“I care!” Shinsou snapped.

Aoi scoffed, “Oh yeah, since when? Last I checked you picked me over her!”

“I didn’t pick anyone over anyone,” Shinsou huffed.

“Really?” Aoi’s tone was dripping in sarcasm, “You haven’t paid her a second of attention since your little fight. I doubt you even noticed how she’s been working full-time instead of part-time. Why do you think that is? To get away from you! Not that I give a shit, but you have been treating her like dirt. So don’t even try and pretend you give a shit, I know you don’t. You only feel bad because she’s crying. Once she gets over it you’ll just come back to me in the end. So just let her sulk by herself, she’s a big girl.”

Shinsou was quiet after that. You were sure he wasn’t even going to respond but you continued to stand there and listen. The apartment was silent, you could even hear the ticking of the decorative clock Shinsou’s mother had given you both.

“She was right, huh?” he finally whispered.

“Huh?” Aoi replied, clearly annoyed.

“I really did let you turn me into someone else,” he sighed, “God, I’m so stupid.”

“What the hell are you talking about, Hitoshi?” she snapped, growing impatient over the argument.

“You should leave,” Shinsou said, voice strong once again, “You and I are done.”

“What?!” Aoi shrieked, stomping her foot, “You can’t dump me! Not for her!”

“Get out, Aoi,” Shinsou growled, yanking the front door open.

She scoffed, “Don’t come crawling back to me when you learn she isn’t worth it.”

The slam of the door signalled the end. Silence ensued and you slipped back into your room, letting your door shut silently.

Just as you expected, there were a few soft knocks on your door. You didn’t reply but he opened up anyway, peeking in to find you sitting on the bed with your head hung.

“I assume you heard all that,” he said, cupping the back of his neck nervously.

“Yeah, kind of hard to miss,” you mumbled, feeling awkward about sharing this moment with him.

You didn’t look up when he sat down beside you. With a sudden tug, you found yourself wrapped up in a sweet embrace.

“Why were you crying? Did something happen with that Kaminari dude? Did he hurt you?” his concern brought forth a new flood of tears that you let go.

“He dumped me,” you whined, clinging to the front of his shirt.

“Why?” he asked, petting your hair softly.

You scoffed, shame building up inside you, “Because I didn’t want to have sex with him.”

Immediately he pushed you back by your shoulders to look at your face, “He dumped you ‘cause you wouldn’t fuck him?”

“Yeah,” you mumbled, avoiding his gaze, “He said he had needs and he wasn’t willing to wait for me to put out.”

“Jesus,” Shinsou scoffed, shaking his head, “What a prick,” he pulled you into his chest again with a sigh, “It’s good you didn’t sleep with him then. He wouldn’t have been worth it.”

“Yeah, I would have regretted it,” you nodded, “I’m not even sad he broke up with me. I just feel like shit that it was over sex. He was my first boyfriend and I got dumped because I wasn’t ready...that sort of feels shitty, you know?”

Shinsou nodded, resting his cheek atop your head, “I understand. It’s like a blow to your self-esteem, yeah?”

“Exactly,” you sniffled, your tears finally coming to a stop as he held you and let you talk, “I didn’t like him enough to sleep with him anyway. Even if I was ready.”

Shinsou chuckled, “Well, I’m glad you’re not heartbroken over it.”

You were quiet for a long moment before you pulled away from him, “How are you? I know you liked Aoi.”

Shinsou frowned, looking at his hands in his lap before shrugging, “I actually don’t really feel anything.”

“Really?” you asked, surprised. Usually he would be in tears by now. But he was right, there wasn’t even an ounce of sadness in his eyes.

He nodded, “All I really cared about was you. I guess realizing what she really was wiped out anything I felt for her. Truthfully, it was probably going to be over soon anyway.”

“Why do you say that?” you asked.

“We just didn’t have good chemistry, I suppose. The sex was great but beyond that we didn’t really share any common interests,” he explained, leaning back on his hands with a sigh.

You cringed at the mention of sex -- remembering the night you sobbed as you were forced to listen to them go at it. Shinsou seemed to notice your discomfort, leaning up straight once more to take your hands in his.

“I’m sorry, ______,” he breathed, making you look up at him, “I was such a fuckin’ asshole to you. You didn’t deserve that and if you chose to never forgive me I would understand. But I promise I will never let a girl come first again. You’re my best friend, you’re the entire world to me and you will always be here when all the girls leave, I know that. No one can ever replace you.”

His words caused a flood of tears to flood down your cheeks again. You threw your arms around his shoulders, tugging him into a desperate hug. He wrapped his arms around your waist, fisting the back of your shirt with his face buried in your neck.

“I will always be here, Toshi,” you hiccuped, “I really will. It doesn’t matter if you choose the next 50 girls over me, I would never let you go. I would rather live with you ignoring me and making me cry over not having you at all.”

He sighed, tears of his own falling from his eyes and wetting your skin but you didn’t mind, “I would never ask that of you.”

“You don’t have to,” you whispered, voice trembling. You couldn’t stop the next words from coming, you didn’t even try, “That’s how strong my love is for you, Toshi. I would do anything for your happiness. I’ll let you cry on my shoulder when girl after girl breaks your heart, even though it hurts so damn much because I know I would never, ever let you down like that. I’ll sit with you in the living room while another girl is wrapped in your arms, desperately wishing it was me, because you want me and her to be friends. You don’t even know it but you have every bit of me,” your voice broke as you let out a sob, taking a stuttering breath before continuing, “I never dated because I only ever loved you. You’re the only one I ever want to love. I don’t even care if you don’t feel the same, Toshi, I just needed you to know...I have loved you since we were kids. Whenever your mom joked that we would get married, I used to go to sleep hoping it would come true one day. You’re it for me, you know?”

Shinsou was still, every muscle in his body tense against you. You remained relaxed, relishing in being held in his arms even though it very well may be the last time you would ever experience it. His tears had stopped and you could feel his hands trembling against your back from where he was still holding your shirt in tight fists.

Finally, slowly, he pulled away. You avoided his gaze, scared of what you may find there. With trembling fingers, he lifted your chin until you were finally forced to meet his gaze.

“______…” he whispered, your voice like honey on his lips, “Is that true? Since we were kids?”

You chuckled through your still falling tears, “Remember that time at the summer festival when I wandered off and you had to chase me? And I got scared because I couldn’t find our parents? When you let me hold onto you and you kept reassuring me that everything was okay…” you shrugged, your voice cracking as you uttered, “I knew I loved you then. And I love you to this day.”

His wide eyes were glassy as he stared at you, mouth agape in his shock. It was so much for him to take in.

Before you knew what was happening, he was leaning in and pressing his lips against yours. Your vision went white for a second in shock at the feeling.

His lips were soft and as you began to kiss back, you tasted coffee on his lips. Typical of Shinsou, it was late at night and he was still drinking coffee. The thought made you smile and you wrapped your arms around his neck to deepen the kiss. He cupped the back of your head, a soft sigh escaping him as he moved his lips expertly until you were breathless.

After a long moment, he pulled away. The both of you were panting, eyes lidded as you processed what just happened.

“Toshi…” you whispered, feeling euphoric after kissing him, “I don’t understand.”

He shook his head, cupping your cheek, “All you need to know...is that I love you too.”

You gaped at those words coming from his lips. Surging forward, you pressed your lips against his again. He smiled into the kiss, leaning further against you until you were forced to lay back against the mattress. His body was hovering above yours, held up by his elbows on either side of your head.

He wasted no time in touching your body, years of desperation finally culminating into this one moment. His hand slid beneath your shirt, pushing the hem up to expose the soft skin of your belly. He paused at your ribs, unsure if you were okay with him going any further. But when you gripped his wrist and urged his hand up to cup your breast, he threw away those inhibitions.

Thumbing your sensitive nipple, you keened as they hardened beneath his touch. He leaned down a bit more to press his lips against yours.

You lost yourself against his lips, whimpering and grinding against nothing. Just the fact the man you’d loved for so long was there touching you after years of craving it had your panties soaked.

“You’re so pretty,” he whispered, breaking from the kiss to kiss down your body.

You trembled beneath him, watching him with rapt attention as he kissed the exposed skin of your stomach and ribs. Sighing, you let him push your shirt over your head to discard off the side of the bed. He leaned forward, enveloping one of the pert buds in his hot mouth, tonguing at it until you were whining and begging him to give attention to the other one. He did so eagerly, providing a stimulating suck before finally pulling away. His lips were swollen and his cheeks were flushed, the very fact you made him that way was dizzying.

“Wanna taste that perfect cunt too, baby,” he growled, voice losing the soft, sweetness it once held.

“O-Okay,” you agreed easily, raising your hips so he could tug the last remaining articles off of your body.

The second you were bare, his hands were pinning your thighs open. His eyes examined every inch of your pussy -- taking in the juices dripping from your clenching hole.

“You’re so fucking wet,” he groaned, using his thumbs to spread your folds apart, “so pretty too, god. Look at you...you’re perfect. Bet you’re so sweet…”

“Please Toshi…” you whimper, reaching down to tangle your fingers into his hair.

His eyes fluttered at the feeling, allowing you to pull him to your pussy where he eagerly ran his tongue flat between your spread folds. You gasped, eyes slamming shut as he paused to wrap his lips around your clit for just a split second. The teasing touch was addictive and you suddenly wanted more.

Shinsou understood what it is you wanted and quickly dove back in for more. Circling his tongue around your clit, your back arched. You wanted to close your thighs against the stimulation but his strong hands kept your legs pinned open.

He swirled his tongue quickly, moaning before enveloping the bud in his hot mouth. You tugged his hair, crying out his name as you felt a high approaching rapidly. He looked so good between your thighs, eating your cunt like you’d dreamed of for ages.

Suddenly, he pulled away, licking his lips before sitting up.

“Fuck, tell me babygirl,” he breathed, “You gonna let me fuck this pretty cunt?” you nodded, reaching to push his shit up but he stopped you, looking you in the eyes, “Use your words. Tell me.”

“Yes, please fuck me Shinsou!” you begged.

He grinned, pressing a kiss against your lips before stripping himself of his clothes.

You almost gasped at the sight of his cock. He was big; long and thick. Subconsciously, you clenched your thighs together in anticipation.

“You ready?” he asked, scooting to sit between your spread legs.

You tensed up as he prodded your entrance with the fat head of his cock. He realized how tense you were and ran his hand along your thigh to soothe you, “You good? You can back out anytime, darlin’.”

You swallowed thickly, feeling your cheeks heat up as you looked at him through your lashes, “I-It’s just...go slow?”

He frowned, brows drawn together before he backed away from you a bit, “Is this your first time, sweetheart?”

Licking your lips, you hesitated before nodding. Shinsou sighed, hanging his head to rest against your collarbone. You frowned, “I-Is that bad?” you asked.

Truth was, you never wanted anyone but him. You never had a desire to have sex with anyone but him. You knew he was the one person you’d never regret being with.

“No!” he sat up, eyes wide before wrapping his hand around the nape of his neck nervously, “I just wish you would have told me sooner...that was almost bad.”

“Why?” you asked,making him chuckle. He shook his head and pressed a kiss to your forehead.

“Well…” clearing his throat, he looked off to the side bashfully, “My dick’s not exactly the smallest around and since you’re a virgin you could do with...a lot more preparation, you know?”

Your cheeks were ablaze from the bluntness of his words. He didn’t waste another second in bringing his hand to your still wet pussy.

He sighed, a smile lingering on his lips as he worked his middle finger into your tight hole. Humming, he bit his lip as he slipped his ring finger alongside it. You sighed, eyes fluttering at the mild stretch that came along with it.

“Feel okay?” he asked softly, working the two fingers in and out of your hole.

You nodded, “Feels good,” you breathed.

Your eyes fell closed as he crooked his fingers upwards to touch that sweet spot on top. Your hips jumped at the sensation, ripping a moan from your swollen lips. He smirked, burying the digits deep, licking his lips at the way your juices gushed out from around them.

With his other hand, he found your clit, circling the bud with his thumb as he worked his index finger into the mix. The added stimulation to your clit made your wall clench tightly and he grunted, imagining what it would feel like around his cock.

“Please Toshi,” you begged, “I want you already.”

“Thank you’re ready?” he asked, although he already knew the answer.

And he was right when you whimpered out a pathetic little, “Yes!”

He resumed the position from earlier, his tip pressed against your entrance. It was opened a bit from his three fingers but he knew it was still going to be a tight fit.

He took your hand in his, lacing your fingers together as he began to sink into your cunt. You whimpered as your walls stretched around him, squeezing his hand. He bottomed out quickly, stilling to let you adjust to being stuffed so full of his thick cock.

“Does it hurt?” he asked, pressing a kiss to your lips.

“N-No…” you mumbled, “Just...feels weird.”

He chuckled, kissing your lips again. He could feel you squeezing around him, your cunt unused to having such a big cock inside. The fact he was your first, the one taking your virginity -- tainting your pure body was turning him on more than he ever thought it would.

He couldn’t even lie and say he’d never taken a cherry before but with you it was different. He felt a sense of pride and possessiveness wash over him; you were his completely. You had given him your heart and your body.

Burying his face in your neck, he pressed kisses against the sweet spot he easily found there. Grinding his hips against yours, he stirred your insides with his thick length until you were arching your hips to get more of the addictive pleasure only he could bring you.

He pulled out halfway, slowly sinking his cock back inside with a groan.

“That’s a good girl,” he praised, eyes glued to where your cunt was stretched around him, “Taking me so well, look at that.”

“Feels so good,” you whimpered, clutching the sheets beneath you in your fists.

“Yeah?” he grinned, pulling out so the tip remained only to surge forward and sink his cock into you in one long thrust. Immediately, your back arched and you let out an erotic moan that had his cock throbbing against your walls, “Fuck, my cocks almost too much for you but you’re bein’ such a good girl for me, aren’t you? Taking what I give you...fuck…”

His praise and dirty words went straight to your core. He set a steady pace, making sure to angle his hips up so he could hit your g-spot. The pleasure had your eyes rolling back and you cried out his name every so often, making his heart race.

“Sound so pretty sayin’ my name…” he groaned, cupping your breasts in his hands as he fucked you, “Pussy’s so tight and wet...I can feel you dripping, you know that? Who would have thought such a pretty cunt could get so messy. But you only get this messy for me, right darlin’?”

“Only you!” you babbled, wrapping your arms around his neck to press your lips against his. He moaned into your mouth, reaching between your bodies to circle your clit, “Fuck! Toshi, y-you’re gonna make me cum!”

“Fuck,” he groaned, “Do it then, sweetheart. Go on, cum on my fucking cock.”

A few more thrusts and circles over your swollen bud had you falling over the edge. Your body trembled and arched beneath him, cunt spasming around him as he worked you dutifully through your orgasm.

Once you came down, he pulled his hand from your clit and pulled out. You were panting, body limp and relaxed as you let him move you onto your hands and knees. Keeping your face buried in the pillow, you allowed him to maneuver you into the proper position.

He pressed his hand down on the small of your back, “Arch your back for me, good girl.”

“Th-This is embarrassing, Toshi…” you whispered into the pillow.

He hummed, gripping his cock to direct himself back into the sweet vice of your cunt, “No reason to be embarrassed, kitten. It’s just me...you can trust me.”

“I-I know...but still…” you whimpered, eyes fluttering as he sunk his cock deep inside. The position allowed him to reach a new depth.

“Do you want to stop?” he asked softly, running his hand along your spin.

You hesitated for a second, focusing on the pleasurable sensation of being filled so completely before shaking your head. He grinned, leaning down to kiss your shoulder blade, “Good girl.”

The praise went to your head and you suddenly had a desire to receive more. You wanted to be good for him -- be his good girl.

You lifted your head from the pillow and cried out his name, fucking yourself back against his cock. He grinned, slapping your ass lighter than he usually would do it -- he wasn’t sure how you would take to it. When he felt you clench around him in response, he grinned. That was something worth looking into it seemed.

“Toshi…” you whined, reaching back to grip at his hip.

He hummed, slowing ever so slightly, “What is it, kitten?”

“Please…” you whined, feeling your cheeks flush with embarrassment over what you desperately wanted to ask him.

“Please what?” he whispered, kissing your shoulder blade again, “Tell me what you need, baby.”

“C-Call me...y-your goog girl again…” you whispered, immediately burying your face in your pillow.

He paused, eyes wide before another grin grew across his face. Wrapping his arm around your waist, he pulled you up until your back was pressed against his chest. You cried out, his cock stilling inside you as he pressed his lips against your ear.

“You like being praised huh?” he asked, chuckling when you nodded, leaning your head back to rest on his shoulder. He enjoyed the fucked out look on your face, “Like being my good girl, hm? Such a pretty, sweet girl for me…”

You whimpered, walls clenching around his still cock, “I-I love you Toshi…”

He hummed, reaching down to find your clit. Circling over the bud, you keened, eyes fluttering as your cunt clenched tight around him, “I know you do, sweetheart.”

Suddenly, your walls squeezed, clamping down tight. He groaned, cursing under his breath as he felt your body seize up in your orgasm, trembling and gushing around his cock. He pressed his lips against your shoulder, looking down to where his length was buried completely inside.

You began to rock yourself along his cock, your orgasm flying to new heights as he never stopped playing with your sensitive bud.

Suddenly, he watched with wide eyes as your cum squirted out, soaking the bed and your thighs.

“Shit,” he growled, providing a few quick slaps against your clit, making you squirt just a few more times, “What a good fucking girl you are. Look at the mess you made. You’re so perfect, I love you so much.”

Those words had you clenching once again. That finally sent him over the edge himself. He rocked into you, holding you tight against him. His cock throbbed, spitting hot cum into your sensitive cunt.

He cupped your breasts, groaning in the throes of his orgasm as he pressed kisses against your shoulder, neck, and cheek.

When he finally came down, he gently laid you on the bed, pulling his cock out. His cum gushed from your hole without his length to stop it. You cringed, the feeling unpleasant to say the least.

He got out of bed to go to the bathroom intending to get a cloth to clean you with.

When he was gone, you found yourself thinking about what just happened. One particular thought was on your mind and when he returned, you didn’t hesitate to voice it.

“W-We didn’t use a condom…” you mumbled.

He hummed, “Were we supposed to? I thought you were on birth control.”

“I am...it’s just…” you frowned, clearing your throat as you watched him wiped your thighs and sensitive folds free of your mixed cum.

“What?” he sat beside you, fixing you with a steady gaze, urging you to confess your thoughts to him.

“You were just...dating, you know...Aoi and…” you sighed, averting your gaze from him, “Other girls before.”

He chuckled, laying beside you, “What, you’re concerned I have something?”

“Well no...not necessarily…” you frowned as he cupped your cheek, making you look at him.

“If you must know…” he shrugged before continuing, “I always used a condom with them.”

“Really?” he nodded at your question, “Then...why with me?”

“Because you’re you,” he smiled, kissing your lips, pulling you to lay against his chest, “You’re the one for me, kitten. That’s all you need to worry about.”

Yes, Hitoshi Shinsou fell in love easily. But he never gave those girls his heart. He cried because he thought he could never have you. The truth was, you had always owned his heart. It had always been in your hands.

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Investigations (Part 6): Ran Haitani x Fem!Reader

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"Mommy, you're getting bigger!"

The slapping of Kai's shoes on the wood flooring, his little body rushing toward you with his arms spread wide, is enough to make you forget the emptiness you felt like an ache in your soul.

"Kai, don't say that..."

Ran chastises him, coming through the door with the Paw Patrol bag slung over his suited shoulder.

"It's fine," you reply, squatting down to hold your son close. "He's just a kid." Ran doesn't respond. He just slides the backpack off his shoulder and shuts your apartment door, sitting it on the marble counter before walking around the fixture slowly.

"Packed five changes of clothes," he begins, ticking off his fingers. "Snacks and a water bottle. Some toys. And the books you wanted."

"Thanks," you whisper, unzipping the backpack to check if he made sure the clothes were matching this time.

"Y/n..." You sigh, feeling Ran's fingers slide up your hips and rest on your small bump. "You should really reconsider this. You're going to need help with the baby, and--"

"Ran." You don't face him; you can't look at his sad eyes. They're too convincing... Too alluring. You'd separated for a reason, not because you wanted to play coy. "We need to get through counseling before I can consider anything."

"I miss you." The words are like a siren's call to your heart, and you want to turn around. You want to hold him and kiss him and... But he'd just do the same thing over and over again. His lies would become more convincing, and you'd be in dire straits, all while sleeping next to a lying manipulator.

You decide the heartbreak isn't worth it.

"I'll see you on Sunday evening." Ran gets the hint. His hands slip away from your body and he says a soft "bye, champ" to Kai before walking out of the door.

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You remember the day Ran came to get you like it was yesterday.

Cliche, but true.

He'd stormed into the little home Taiju had allowed you to remain in, his violet eyes blazing with anger and betrayal. Taiju followed behind him, yellow eyes apologetic and maybe even a little guilty.

"I'm sorry, y/n," Taiju whispered, hanging his head. "I--"

"Pack your things." Ran grabbed you by the wrist, yanking you toward the room you'd just emerged from, but you snatched it back, snapping,

"Fuck off."

In a split second, Ran had his hand raised in the air, poised to slap the taste out of your mouth without a second thought. But he stopped himself, remembering where he was. Who he was with. And who you were.

Taiju yanked you behind him in the milliseconds between Ran raising his hand and the thought of slapping you crossing his mind, full of fury.

"You can hit me, but if you hit her..." The threat stood between the two men, holding them apart with the promise of violence beyond your rashest fears.

"I want a divorce," you croaked.

Ran's eyes softened, and his mind flitted from the "I" to the "want" to the "a" and settled on "divorce".

"Y/n, please, I--"

"I want a fucking divorce."

The drive home with Taiju was the longest drive you'd ever endured.

And then you found out... you were pregnant. The timing couldn't have been worse. You only told Taiju - mainly because he would end up being the godfather due to the circumstances - but when you asked for a divorce, you had moved out.

Ran committed to helping pay for your apartment while you looked for a job, but once you found one as an administrative assistant to someone your family knew, you rejected any and all payments. Kai was shared between the two of you without a court order (you got weekends, he got weekdays), and you'd gotten used to living on your own for the first time in over five years.

And Kai... Kai hadn't understood why Mommy wouldn't be with him Monday through Friday. But Ran tried to explain it in soft tones and gentle hand-holding, and somehow it sunk in that Mommy needed to "work" and Daddy would do most of the caretaking while you worked hard for your independence.

But as the weeks passed, signs appeared, and Ran caught on pretty quickly with his methodical calculations and scrutinizing eyes. And when he found out you were pregnant and hadn't told him?

You sat through a half-hour-long, tear-filled speech that emphasized that Ran would be a part of the child's life in any and every way possible. Through that conversation, though, you agreed to marriage counseling. So... maybe it was good that he found out the way he did.

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"Mr. Haitani, do you want this marriage to work for you or against you?"

"What kind of question is that?" Ran scoffs, crossing his arms.

"It's the kind of question that just might save you from being divorced and alone."

You can see Ran soften, uncrossing his arms and leaning his head on his propped-up hand.

"I want it to work."

"And Mrs. Haitani? Same question." When the woman turns to you, you feel something in your own heart crack, and for a moment, you think it's the pregnancy hormones that are making you cry. But you shake your head at yourself, wiping your eyes preemptively.

"I want it to work. For us. I don't want Kai to be without a father." A pause. "And I don't want to be without my husband." You don't see how Ran reacts because you're too busy sobbing into your own hands, feeling every single emotion you've held at bay come crashing down on you. But the large couch dips, and Ran places his arm around you, enveloping you in a hug as you weep.

"Then we need to rebuild trust before we can get to true reconciliation. Can I recommend something?"

"Please," Ran replies.

"Spend this evening just being honest with each other. Nothing distracting you two, just the two of you and your truth. Mr. Haitani, you need to be open enough to be honest and give her the answers to any questions she might have. And Mrs. Haitani, you need to do the same."

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You're sitting between Ran's legs, staring at the crackling fire while he rests his large hands on your knees.

"Ask me anything."

The floor is open. The first question that comes to mind is:

"How long have you been in gangs?"

"Since I was thirteen." Seventeen years... This is a way of life for Ran.

"You've killed a man before." A statement, not a question.

"Many. But never for fun." You turn to look at him, and Ran looks down at you, raising his brows. "Never. And very rarely these days." South.

"Did you ever think about leaving?"

"All the time. The first time was when you and I got married. Then when we had Kai... then when you found out."

"And what's stopping you?" Ran thinks long and hard.

"It wouldn't make you trust me any more than you do now." You nod, quirking your lips to the left. That is true. "But also... I want to provide for both of you. I can't leave without some consequences. And we'd never be safe. But I can provide safety for us if I'm in power."

That is also true.

"Can I ask a question?" Ran whispers.

"Of course."

"Do you really want to divorce me?" You stare at the flames again, the answer very clear for the both of you. You just have to say it out loud.

"No." Ran sighs, dropping his head on your shoulder.

"I can't be without you." You lean your head on his and close your eyes, letting his lips press against your skin. "Please, come home."

"When we finish counseling," you promise. "I'll come home."

"Can you stay with me tonight, though?" You hesitate, but Ran cups your neck in his hand, whispering "please" into your skin and you give in. What good is it to fight the thing you want? To fight the man you need?

You kiss Ran with everything that you are, turning around to embrace him gently. You run your hands through his hair, tugging the short locks slightly as he lifts you onto his lap and kisses you deeply.

"Never leave me again," Ran pants, running his hands up your back. "Please. I felt like I could barely breathe without you."

"Never break my trust again," you reply, and Ran hums softly, littering kisses all over your face. "And I won't ever leave you."

Your lovemaking is slow and thoughtful in front of the fire, Ran's hands holding your hips with feather-light touches, and swiping your hair away from your face whenever he can't see your eyes staring back at him. It's this type of sex that Ran seems to take the most pleasure in... the closeness, the sweetness, the passion... it's all wrapped up in his soul, and he's pouring it out to you without words.

"I want you to be happy here," Ran grunts, stroking your g-spot with his skilled length and kissing the swell of your breasts at the same time. "With me."

You moan, and Ran opens his mouth to speak again.

"And I want you to be safe." He pauses, swirling a nipple around with his tongue. "And warm..." Ran's hands move from your hips to your face, and he leans down to brush his nose against yours. "And mine."

"You're all that I am," you breathe, and Ran's eyes light up, remembering the part of your vows you had said on your wedding day, which were completely unscripted.

"And you are all that I will be." His reply makes you arch your back upward, and you shake as he brings you to your climax, stroking all of the right spots and tending to your every need.

"R-Ran..."

"Shhh... Kai's sleeping. Don't want to wake him, do you?" Ran teases as your body clenches around his cock. "Gotta be quiet or-- fuck, fuck... Oh, my god..." Ran shudders, cumming inside of you with stuttering hips and fingers gripping your hands in his. When you both slow your pants and come down from your highs, Ran pulls you up and onto his body, leaning back onto the soft, plush carpet - and still inside of you.

You both stare into the fire, tangled and merged with one another by a red thread.

"I can't let go of you," Ran murmurs, and you look up at him in question. A tear tracks from the corner of his eye, and you swipe at it, pressing a kiss to his lips.

"You don't have to." You lay back down on his chest, trying to remain awake and relish this time with him, but you feel yourself slipping, falling, crashing into a deep sleep, one you've needed for a long time.

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Glitch

requested by this anon: "Hi there! If requests are open may I please request DreamXD x reader who's a glitch? Like- maybe readers kinda like a god because they can teleport to other places or try to glitch the game to get items though their powers usually mess up somehow. Maybe their kinda immortal too? Its ok if you don't do this though! :D"

dreamXD x reader

trigger warnings: some swearing, also being told they shouldn't exist but idk if that should be tagged as derealization or not

premise: you had lived a relatively peaceful life, you had your cabin a ways off from L'manburg, and the small business you had created, selling off the netherite that you seemed to have a knack for find. But that all changed one day

{I was gonna have tommy calling reader glitch boy or smth but then Iw as like wait gender neutral, so I ended up with Glitch Bitch, uhhh sorry lol}

{also sorry if this sucked.}

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It had been a nice day, the day before you'd truly been discovered.

Tommy had visited your little home, complaining that he'd already lost the helmet you'd made.

"You really ought to be more careful with them kid." You sighed, turning to rummage through one of your chests, "ughhhh and I'm out of netherite too. I should start charging you people more per ounce."

Tommy frowned, "Well that wouldn't be very nice, you know that we need it for L'manburg."

"If that's what's suppose to convince me, I'll remind you, I have no loyalties, to anyone." You stood up as you spoke, pulling out what you had made into a makeshift com tablet.

"Woah, what is that thing?" Tommy leaned over, trying to see what you were typing.

"Glitches don't get coms, so I made my own," You explained, finishing the command, "Just give it one moment annnnnnddd...."

The netherite appeared, thumping heavily onto your table, "How much do you need?"

"Enough for a helmet." Tommy gaped.

You nodded, grabbing some of the bricks, and a spare diamond helmet before moving over to your crafting table, quickly getting to work.

As you smelted and poured and created, Tommy blabbed on about the goings on in L'manburg, and how Wilbur would probably take a trip down to your shop soon, looking for gaps.

"What the hell does he need gaps for? Even I know he can't fight for shit." You commented, sitting back away from the furnace.

"I dunno, he thinks something big is coming."

You sighed, shaking your head, before producing the helmet, "That'll be 11 diamonds."

Tommy sighed, but gave you the payment, heading out on his way with a, "See you later glitch bitch!"

You laughed to yourself, turning to begin putting away the extra netherite.

~~ The next day, rather than Wilbur coming to your little abode for himself, he sent Tommy down to summon you up to L'manburg.

"That lazy asshole." You muttered, tucking your com tablet into your knapsack.

"He really is a prick sometimes." Tommy agreed.

You went out, locking the door behind the both of you, before grabbing Tommy's shoulder, "I think I can get us up there faster."

"Ohhhh don't make me go all glitchy!" He yelled.

But it was too late, you were focusing your powers, a teleporting right up to the gates of L'manburg.

"Woah." Someone gasped.

"Holy shit! That was so cool! Holy shit!" Tommy yelled, jumping around, "Tubbo did you see that?!"

"Sorry- I- what?"

You turned to see Dream, looking rather surprised.

"Oh, uhh, Hi, I'm (y/n)." You offered, "Legally I don't exist."

"What?" You could see him starting to pull out his own com tablet.

"I'm a glitch. Just up here to do some business."

"Uhh huh, yeah I think I'm going to have to report you."

"To who? God?" You scoffed.

"Yes actually, DreamXD won't be happy to here this."

You frowned, turning to the L'manburgians, "Sorry, got to run."

With that, you popped out of that place, reappearing at your home. What would XD do? If he found out that there was a glitch still running around? You could still remembered what happened to the others.

As you frantically packed up your most valuable items you couldn't help but remind yourself, the near extinction of the glitches wasn't carried out by XD, but by the Old One.

Still, you ran.

You didn't make it very far before the strange figure appeared before you, "Halt!"

You skidded to a stop, tripping over a branch in the effort not to crash into him.

From the ground you glared up at the strange masked man, "If your going to kill me it won't work! I've lost enough lives for seven men and yet I am still alive!"

He cocked his head, "No, my pet. I wouldn't kill you. I think... we need to get to know each other better."

Cautiously, you took the hand offered to you and pulled yourself up, "And why's that?"

"Because I have a particular interested in your powers."

You frowned, "I'm just like all the other glitches, only I stuck around longer."

"Your powers, they aren't as temperamental as the others, are they? No collapsing worm holes, so to speak? That netherite you willed in, thats still stable, isn't it?" He questioned.

Slowly, you nodded.

"Then you are more powerful than Dream could imagine. Come with me, darling. You and I, we could rule the server." He offered.

"Why would I want that? I liked how it was."

XD frowned, "But I like you... and you have power. Don't you ever wish you could have more than those children knocking on your door asking for riches?"

You paused, he did have you there.

After a moment, you looked up at him, "Fine."

He grinned as you took his hand, "I'm sure we'll have an excellent time, my pet."

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moonlitceleste · 3 years

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marinette dupain-cheng’s guide to picking up cute guys

A/N: Chez Vous is real in the DC universe; it’s described as a restaurant but I decided to use it as the name of the café because I didn’t want to come up with one myself. It translates to “at your house,” which basically implies “make yourself at home.”

thanks to @ramos123 for being my beta reader! <3

ao3

“Bet.”

Marinette slapped a crisp 20-dollar bill onto the wooden table with enough force to slosh around the brown liquid in the cup sitting before Alya’s smirking face.

Chez Vous was the name of the café they had been sitting in for the past fifteen minutes. The place had a nice ambience, the quiet chatter of customers and aromatic smells combining to make what was an unusually cozy atmosphere considering the location.

Gotham wasn’t exactly known for being hospitable, but she supposed the fact that it was clearly fashioned after Parisian cafés contributed to the homey feel. It vaguely reminded her of her parents’ bakery as well, so it certainly lived up to its name.

Perhaps it was this sense of familiarity that had her and Alya reminiscing on how far they’d come. It hadn’t been that long since lycée or université—the two were only 22 and 23, respectively—but recalling the good times they’d shared was always fun to do.

Of course, their friendship had momentary blips (ahem, Lila), but the two had managed to sort out their problems eventually. Now that Alya had become more attuned to Marinette’s boundaries and there were no pressing superhero secrets to keep, they knew how to both ground and challenge each other in positive ways. Which was exactly what had caused Marinette to get herself into this situation.

While chattering about their lycée days, Alya poked fun at her once again for what had transpired on the day of the Animan akuma. How could she ever forget that while secretly masquerading as a superhero and locking her best friends in an empty gorilla habitat together, she had somehow helped them end up in a relationship? And now the two were engaged.

This topic somehow lead to Adrien and the stupid puns he spewed both in superhero and civilian form. Alya was insistent that Marinette was charmed by them at some point, to which she replied, No way! They were horrible. Even I could do better.

It was with twinkling eyes that her best friend asked “Bet?” and well, Marinette was never one to back down from a challenge. So after pulling out some spare cash from her purse and setting it down in front of Alya, she raised a brow.

A wicked smirk grew on her best friend’s face, and any lesser person would have faltered, but Marinette was prepared for anything that could possibly be thrown at her.

“Fine. If you’re so confident, I dare you to use a pick-up line on… him.”

As if on cue, the bell at the top of the glass-paneled wooden door jingled, and Marinette followed Alya’s pointed finger right on time to see a very attractive man walk through.

He had a confident stride, but not an arrogant one—his aura was one of someone who was assured and knew exactly what they were capable of.

Despite his seemingly laid-back disposition, she didn’t fail to notice how his eyes darted around the room cautiously, the same habit she had gotten used to doing after she had been given the Ladybug Miraculous. Then again, this was Gotham, so being on constant guard was only natural.

One thumb was hooked in the pocket of his jeans while the other moved up to ruffle his hair, and wow did he have nice hair.

It was perfectly coiffed, and if she didn’t have experience with hairstyling due to her career she would’ve thought it was as effortless as it looked. Most models would kill for the natural luster his locks seemed to have, and even from a distance she could tell that anyone who decided to run their fingers through his hair would be met with softness.

And she didn’t even want to get started on his face. From his glowing skin to his strong jaw and pretty eyes, she refused to believe someone so attractive could be real. It was unfair, really.

“...inette? Marinette? You good there, girl?”

A snap in front of her face broke Marinette out of her stupor, and she offered an instinctual yelp in response.

“What?”

Alya’s eyes twinkled knowingly, and Marinette shifted anxiously in her seat.

“You sure you weren’t checking him out?”

“Alya!”

Said girl let out a mischievous cackle at her hissed response.

“Now get over there!” she said, waving her hands around in a shooing motion.

Marinette glanced over to the line, where the man was no doubt giving the barista his order.

From what she could tell he was just about done, and she watched as he shuffled through his wallet to hand the barista a bill. But rather than proceed normally as most client-worker interactions would, his payment was met with wide eyes and flailing hands.

Marinette was much too far to discern what was being said, but from context clues she could deduct that he had just handed the barista quite a sizable amount. She had already guessed he was well-off from simply observing the quality of his clothes, but this was near confirmation.

It wasn’t as if status or wealth mattered much to her, but she did have a tendency to be wary of higher-class people due to past experiences with them. Being around them really wasn’t as pleasant as it seemed.

Her musing was interrupted when the man suddenly moved, relocating to the waiting line. There was her chance.

Marinette pushed herself out of her seat, steeling herself and lifting her chin high. This was no biggie. All she had to do was somehow convince this gorgeous man to give her his number by making a crappy pick-up line and a pun on the spot. It wasn’t anything she hadn’t done before, but this felt different, probably because it was a total stranger she was about to attempt it on.

She felt Alya’s gaze trailing after her with each step, and Marinette reminded herself that she absolutely had to succeed or she would never hear the end of it.

The closer she got, however, the more her confidence died. Apparently she had made a major miscalculation while gauging her probability of success, because she hadn’t accounted for the brain spasm she was currently having. Why, oh why did he have to be so cute?

Marinette had the sinking feeling that she was about to majorly embarrass herself, but she was determined to win. Screw embarrassment—she was Marinette Dupain-Cheng. All the trouble she had gotten into with Alix and Kim as kids had prepared her for this very moment. Nothing mattered besides victory.

So she sauntered up confidently, stopping right in front of her target.

“Hey, you must be Batman’s sidekick.”

“What?”

The man’s head snapped towards her, and Marinette didn’t fail to notice the subtle defensive stance he took. Years of hero experience had made her more perceptive towards these things—it was part of the job, after all. She filed the information away in the back of her mind, making a mental note to dissect all that later. Her priority was winning the bet—and oh, right, she still had to finish that pick-up line.

“...because you’re Robin my heart.”

The quip was accompanied by an uncharacteristically roguish smile, à la Chat Noir. She’d give herself a solid 10/10 points on delivery.

Her target seemed to agree with the verdict, because after a split second of shocked silence, he burst into full-bodied laughter.

The instantaneous shift in demeanor nearly caught her off-guard, but she was too occupied by the bright smile on his face and his melodic chuckle to notice. It was light and carefree, and she couldn’t help but crack a small smile as a result.

The only problem was that the laughter didn’t end, though, and she felt her face heat up more as the seconds ticked by.

Oh, Kwami.

Marinette buried her face into her hands with a soft groan, wishing the ground could just open up and swallow her whole.

She knew it wasn’t the greatest pick-up line ever, but she didn’t think her attempt warranted that much amusement.

The laugher ceased abruptly, and she peeked through her fingers in time to see the man quickly sober up.

“Sorry, I wasn’t laughing at you!”

A pause.

“Okay, not exactly. I just—wow, that was a great pick-up line.”

She slowly lowered her hands, though she kept her head down to peer at him through her lashes.

“Did it work?”

He chuckled and offered her a bright smile that made her blush like a high schooler with a massive crush.

“Yeah, you can tell your friend over there that you won your bet.”

If it was even possible, she turned redder.

“What? How…”

At the mention of Alya, Marinette sent a quick glance to their café table only to find that she was doing absolutely nothing to hide her rapt attention. She quickly caught on to the fact that they were looking her way and sent a very obvious thumbs-up and wink.

Oh, I am so going to kill her later!

But Marinette’s momentary vexation made way for embarrassment as the gravity of the situation hit her.

“I guess I wasn’t exactly subtle, huh?”

“Yeah,” the handsome stranger shrugged. “You probably could have been more discreet. But I liked it.”

“Okay, that’s the second time you’ve said that, but I have a hard time believing you. You can’t possibly tell me that you actually enjoy puns.”

“So I’m guessing I shouldn’t tell you that meeting you was a fortuitous aster?”

“Aster? As in the opposite of disaster?” she wrinkled her nose.

“You got it!”

Marinette rolled her eyes in exasperation, though the upwards tug at the corner of her lips betrayed her true feelings.

“Careful there, or you’ll be the one Robin my heart.”

She’d never admit to it, but she flushed a tiny bit before straightening up in realization. Hey, she was supposed to be the one doing the wooing here!

But before she could open her mouth to respond, her companion beat her to it.

“Since you’re stealing something so dear to me, I think it’s only fair that I get my thief’s name in exchange.”

He was clever, she had to admit.

“Marinette,” she proffered.

“Dick.”

She blinked in surprise at the seemingly random obscenity before it clicked.

“Oh, that’s your name!”

The words tumbled forward, and once she realized what she had said, Marinette tried to frantically backpedal. Her spilled apologies didn’t seem to be necessary, though, because that mesmerizing laugh came back.

“No, it’s fine, I get that a lot,” he breathed between chuckles.

She brightened immediately, glad she hadn’t offended him or embarrassed herself too much.

“Well, since I’m already taking something from you, may I steal your number as well?”

“Only if I can do the same.”

Her inquiry was met with a grin, and the two exchanged phones to type in their respective numbers. Marinette’s found its way back into her hand shortly after, and moments after she pocketed it the call of “medium espresso and beignets!” broke the quiet ambience.

“Well, that’s my order,” Dick said, words weighted by a silent apology. “I’d love to stay and chat, but I have a few things I need to take care of. Maybe we can meet up later this week?”

The end of his sentence lilted up in hope, and Marinette found her chest warming with affection.

“I’d like that.”

She bid him goodbye with a smile and a wave and quickly tacked on an “I’ll text you later!” in afterthought.

She’d forever deny squealing giddily as she unceremoniously dragged Alya out from her seat and through the café doors, but the sound didn’t escape Dick’s attention—or his enhanced hearing, courtesy of Bat-Tech.

As he watched her leave with Alya, a smile slowly spread across his face at the thought of seeing her again.

Yeah, he sighed to himself. She’s definitely Robin my heart.

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