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4unnyr0se · 4 months

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❥ study sesh | satoru gojo

warnings: college au!, fem reader, gojo is submissive lol, goldren retriever gojo, gojo isn't very smart but thats okay we love him, fingering, roughness, making out, hickeys, top! reader, geto is mentioned several times, couch sex, readers favorite kind of sushi is also my favorite kind, degrading, insecure reader, asphyxiation, mentions of vaping and drinking, mentions of marijuana use, protected sex, choso mentioned, geto is a bastard, doordash is expensive and i dont like that

MDNI | 18+ content

word count -> 4k

Gojo groaned at the email he was just sent, running his hands down his pale face in annoyance. He slammed his laptop closed and tossed his head back, groaning exasperatingly. Failing a required class, seriously? Out of all the things he could do at university this was by far the most cliche. So annoyingly cliche, like his entire college life was a very niche film. Rolling his azure blue eyes, Gojo opened his laptop to reread the email his professor sent him. His high-and-mighty professor had arranged a tutoring session with the only tutor for History of Japan 201. Lucky him.

“Dickhead,” Gojo mumbled, pushing himself out of his rolling chair. He quickly stretched and placed his laptop inside his backpack along with the mess of empty vapes and crumbled-up phone numbers that he swore he would text (he never did.) He checked out how he looked in the mirror, adjusting his v-neck collar and fluffing out his snow-white hair just a little bit. He may not have known who you were yet, but he’d be damned if he didn’t look fine at any given moment.

“Yo, I’m going out.” Gojo spoke to Geto, his suitmate. Geto took the joint out of his mouth and raised an eyebrow, offering the blunt to Gojo.

“Why? There are no parties happening tonight, at least not that I know of.” Geto asked, sitting up on the edge of his bed. Geto’s bed was significantly nicer than Gojo’s his sheets didn’t have any suspicious stains on them and they smelled like laundry.

“Fucking Professor Yaga is making me go to a tutoring session for my history class. Says if I don’t do it then my grade’ll be tanked.” Gojo sighed, running his hands through his hair as he leaned against the door to their apartment.

“Tanked? You mean your grade was good this time around?” Geto smirked, putting out the joint at the bottom of his shoe.

“If you count a 59% as good,” Gojo shrugged, putting his hands in his jacket pockets.

“Oh, you’re fucked man.” Geto laughed, laying back down on his bed. “Good luck with the history nerd, you’ll need it.”

“Fuck off man,” Gojo punched Geto on the arm, eliciting a smug chuckle out of Geto’s throat. “I’ll be back when I’ll be back. If you’re bringing a girl over, text first. If I have to see your face covered in cum again I’ll vomit.”

“What, someone jealous?” Geto rolled his eyes and clicked his tongue on the roof of his mouth.

“Whatever man, see you.” Gojo walked out of his apartment, walking down the steps in a hurry. “And get the fuck out of my room! You have your own!” He yelled up the stairs, knowing the chance of Geto hearing him was slim to none.

He put his headphones on, turning up the music to drown out his thoughts. What if you were fucking annoying, or shitty at teaching? How fucked would he be then? Even worse, what if you were too good at your job and Gojo’s grade skyrocketed? Would he be asked to become a tutor? No one fucking wants that, especially not him. Tutoring was for losers and virgins, and he certainly wasn’t any of those.

Gojo walked across campus with a spring in his gait, nodding to the girls who waved at him. It wasn’t an unusual occurrence for girls (and occasionally the female professors) to get flustered when he walked past them. His classmate fainted one time he asked her for a pencil, but he thought she was probably faking it. It wasn’t a secret that Gojo was a known player on and off the campus, but why did the women he slept with have to exaggerate everything? It felt fake, artificial. Gojo liked his women to be lively, to be real.

Whatever, he didn’t need to think about that right now. Gojo approached the library, taking off his headphones and placing them over the curve of his neck. He sat down at a table near the back end where all the books were stored, slowly gathering dust. Hell, some of them haven’t been touched in decades. Maybe it was for a good reason.

“There you are! I looked everywhere.” His ears perked up at the sound of a feminine voice approaching him, his ocean eyes turning to get a look at you. You stood in front of him, clutching your messenger bag in your left hand and a pencil in the other. “You’re five minutes late, you know. Now we only have 55 minutes to go over the material instead of an hour, dummy.”

Gojo rolled his eyes and opened up his backpack, fishing aimlessly for a pencil and a sheet of paper. An empty puffbar fell out and landed on the carpeted floor, which made you raise an eyebrow. Gojo coughed and picked it up hastily, shoving it back inside his black hole of a book bag.

“Don’t act like you’ve never seen a vape before,” He muttered, adjusting his posture.

“No, I have. I’m just surprised that you like that flavor. Blue raspberry ice is so basic.” You retort, sitting down across from him. Spreading out some papers from your messenger bag, you hand Gojo a highlighter and a pen, both in the color blue. “Okay, here’s what we’re going to do. You are going to highlight what’s important on the documents and write them down on the notebook paper. After that we’ll make flashcards from your notes and just do those until the hour is up, does that sound okay?” You looked at him, taking out your pen and paper to observe how he studied. You didn’t need to review the material, you knew it all by heart anyway. But if you were being completely honest with yourself, it was such a treat to have the academic fate of Satoru Gojo in your hands. Like a little bird trapped in a cage, except this bird was unironically stupid.

“I’d rather kill myself, but okay. Anything to pass this lame-ass lecture.” Gojo muttered in frustration, pulling the lecture documents forward. His eyes lightly skimmed over them, not absorbing much of the information anyway. He could just do this in his apartment, why did Professor Yaga feel the need to torture him with this useless tutoring session? Because his professor hated him, that’s why.

“Hey, don’t diss Japanese history. It’s fun sometimes if you forget about all the wars and whatever.” You softly giggled, curling a lock of your hair behind your ear. Gojo looked up from his highlighting to stare at you for a brief moment, the ghost of a smile touching his plump lips.

‘Cute,’ He thought to himself, turning his attention to the documents once more. He continued to sneak an occasional glance at you to gauge what kind of person you were. Were you a typical history nerd, or was this a persona you put on to protect yourself? Gojo always had a way of reading people, but you remained a mystery to him.

Gojo would groan in frustration frequently, covering it up with a hasty cough. Why couldn’t he read you, and why did he want to get to know you better? This has never happened before with him, not sure for quite a while.

“Uh, are you okay? You’ve been coughing the entire time, do you need to go home or something? I can always email Yaga and tell him you aren’t feeling the best.” You spoke, packing up your pen and papers neatly into your bag, a stark contrast to the way that Gojo’s bag could be considered a biohazard.

“Oh, yeah I’m fine. Just thinking real hard about the Heian period is all.” He smirked, covering up his hazy mind with quick wit.

“Mhm, I’m sure you were, princess.” You retorted, flashing a smug grin at him. “By the way, thanks for completely reinforcing the stereotype of a dumb frat guy. Keeps my image of your kind on track.”

“The fuck you mean by that?” Gojo asked defensively, getting up and throwing his bookbag over his shoulder. “Are you saying that all frat guys are stupid or something?”

“That’s exactly what I’m implying, pretty boy.” You began to walk to the door, grinning to yourself as Gojo quickly caught up to you in just a few paces.

“You’re something else, girl.” He spoke, walking with you out of the library towards the university center. “I like that. Where are you going?” Gojo asked, following you like a lost puppy.

You rolled your eyes, stopping in your tracks. “To the university center. I want dinner.”

Gojo shook his head and wrapped his arm around your shoulders, pulling you away from the path. “No way, I’m not letting my tutor get food poisoning from a shithole like that. I’ll order us something, okay?” He flashed his pearly whites at you, which you couldn’t help but admire. For such a disorganized slob he sure knew how to take care of his hygiene.

You raised an eyebrow skeptically, not minding how he wrapped his arm around you. Almost like Gojo wanted to protect you weirdly enough. “And why would you order me food? All I did was teach you about the Heian period, it wasn’t anything.” You babbled on in an ill attempt to make excuses.

“Just let me buy dinner for you, okay? We can go back to my apartment and study some more there, the library is suffocating me anyway.” Gojo whined, steering the both of you in the direction of his university apartment. It wasn’t a very long walk from the main campus, and yet he was almost always late to every single one of his classes this semester.

“Suffocating you with knowledge, perhaps. Is your brain seriously that small?”

“Maybe don’t diss the guy that’s paying for your dinner, sweetheart.” Gojo wiggled his thin eyebrows at you, walking up the flights of stairs to his apartment. “My roommate might still be home but don’t worry about him. Suguru is usually too stoned to notice anything.” He turned the key and let you both inside, kicking off his shoes onto the carpet beneath him.

You took off your shoes and placed them beside his own, sitting down on the living room sofa. Gojo had sauntered off somewhere, yelling for his suitmate. “Looks like he isn’t here, probably under a bridge or skating with Choso.” He placed his hands in his pockets and sat down a couple of feet beside you.

“So, what did you wanna order? Burgers, Chinese? Anything except soba, I fucking hate soba.” Gojo chuckled, pulling out his phone from his back pocket.

Thinking for a moment, you snapped your fingers together. “Sushi. I haven’t made decent sushi in forever.”

Gojo slowly nodded and opened up a popular food delivery app, hitting the little sashimi icon on the home screen. “A little expensive but okay. D’ya like rolls or sashimi or what?”

“Rolls, spicy. Salmon, if you can.” You told him your preferences, leaning down to take your laptop out of your messenger bag. “I’m making you a Quizlet so that my time here doesn’t feel completely pointless.” As you mumbled to yourself, a tiny little foil packet well out of the side pocket. You grabbed it quickly and shoved it in your front pocket, praying that Gojo didn’t notice.

“Foods ordered, it wasn’t cheap either. Not that I mind, I got plenty of cash to spare!” Gojo smiled, miming throwing money in the air.

You let the faintest smile touch your face, typing away at your laptop. “You’re like a puppy, you know. Like those white labs I see all the time.” You looked at him, admiring the way his messy white hair added to his devilishly handsome aura. “They’re pretty cute.”

Gojo raised an eyebrow and leaned closer to you, almost teasing you with his proximity. “Are you saying that you think I’m cute, nerd?” He purred, sticking his tongue out.

You blushed and rolled your eyes, closing your laptop. “Maybe, so what if I did? I’m just your tutor. Yaga is giving me extra credit just by talking to you.” You mumbled, noticing that Gojo was still leaning closer to you.

“Well…I think you’re pretty cute too.” He grinned, a blush covering his stupidly adorable face.

Your fingers tensed up in your lap, your gaze locked onto the shag carpet beneath you. You wouldn’t dare look into his eyes, not now. They would only suck you into his sexy blue vortex and then before you knew it you would be on his lap, straddling his waist and making out with his neck.

“You think all girls are pretty, you’re a player for fucks sake.” Your voice was filled with scoff and denial, the tension between you two growing with each passing second. “My friend saw you shoving your tongue down a sorority girl's throat last night, did you think she was cute too?”

“Well, technically yeah but it’s only on the surface. She was attractive but she had no personality, unless you count downing vodka crans as a personality trait.” He pointed out, wrapping his arm around your shoulder once more. You two were pressed against each other, your arms limp at your sides. You had no idea what to do, should you touch him as well? Where would you touch him?

“So…you think my personality makes up for the fact that I don’t have a pretty face?” You sighed, your insecurities surrounding you like haunted spirits.

“No! No way, no.” Gojo assured you, cupping your cheeks with his hands. “I think you’re pretty and smart and funny and…I know I’ve only met you a couple hours ago but you’re really fucking sexy.”

You gulped as you felt his warm and large hands on your face, leaning into the touch slightly. Satoru Gojo called you sexy, his history tutor. He thought his history tutor was sexy. You smacked your glossed lips together, your noses touching. “How long until the sushi gets here?”

“Twenty minutes.”

“Do you think we could fuck in that amount of time?” You boldly asked, staring into his gorgeous, enchanting blue eyes. You bit down on your bottom lip, your own eyes containing unspoken desires.

Gojo smirked and pulled you onto his lap, his hands resting on the swell of your hips. “Hell yeah, sweetheart.” He whispered, crashing his lips against yours. The kiss was slow at first, your arms wrapped around his neck while his own hands trailed up and down your back, occasionally stopping to feel the round flesh of your ass.

Your tongue entered his mouth, doing battle with his wet muscles before exploring his cavern. Gojo groaned at the sensation of your tongues colliding, attempting to shift himself so he was on top.

You pulled away from the kiss and tutted at him, pushing his chest down so he was leaning against the leather texture of the couch. “No, pretty boy, I’m on top this time.” You spoke softly, your voice dripping with sexuality and confidence.

“This time, huh? You wanna see me again after this?” Gojo smirked, slapping your ass gently. “Someone sure got confident real quick.”

You shrugged and bit down on his bottom lip with your teeth, pulling away a second later. You saw how Gojo reacted to your dominance, how the breath left his lips the second you laid down the law. Your long nails dug into the black tank top he wore, your thumb slipping under the hem to feel his abs.

“You’re so fucking ripped, holy shit.” You breathed out, planting gentle kisses on his neck. You squeezed your legs shut, anxious to receive any friction that would make you feel amazing.

Gojo grinned, taking off his jacket along with his shirt and tossing it behind his head. “What about now, you still like what you see princess?” He chuckled, flexing his biceps to impress you.

“Oh shut up and finger me.” You smiled and rolled your eyes, slamming your lips against his once more. Your hand guided his under the hem of your sweatpants and underneath your panties, prodding them at your weeping entrance. “Fuck me with your fingers before I ride you, Satoru.”

“God, I love it when you tell me what to do.” He groaned, shoving your pants down to your kneecaps along with your panties. He put his fingers inside of his mouth, a popping sound leaving his lips as they were soaked in his spit. “Gotta make sure they don’t hurt you.” He teasingly ran them up your folds, inserting his middle and index finger inside of you slowly. Gojo thrust them up and down at a regular pace, not knowing if you liked it rough or gentle.

“S-shit, your fingers are so fucking long. Oh shit.” You moaned into his ear, slumping yourself against his muscular chest for support. His fingers continued to drill up and inside of you, observing how you convulsed around him if he fucked his fingers in and out of you at the speed of light.

“Yeah, you like that pretty girl? You like getting fucked by some dumb frat guy's fingers?” Gojo whispered into your ear, biting the shell harshly. You squealed in pleasure as you felt his thumb rub harsh circles on your clit. Fuck, he was so fucking good with his hands.

“Fucking love it, holy fuck!” You gasped, feeling your knees start to give way as your orgasm approached. Suddenly, you grabbed Gojo’s wrist and pulled it away from your pulsating core, your breath slow and shallow.

Gojo raised an eyebrow in confusion, his cock throbbing horribly in his boxers. “Was I too rough or something?” He asked, concerned about his performance.

You shook your head in assurance, kissing his forehead gently. “N-no, not at all. It’s just that…I wanna cum on your cock, not on your fingers.” You whispered, playing with the drawstring of his sweatpants. “Also…that erection looks pretty fucking painful. Are you gonna let me ride you or what?” You teased, thumbing with the hem.

Almost instantly Gojo’s sweatpants flew off his body, leaving him only in his very tight black boxers. Your hands tugged down on the hem, pulling the boxers down so only his cock and balls were exposed. He was huge, his mushroom tip was pink and he had a large pulsating vein wrapping around the shaft. “Fuck…do you have a condom?” You asked, wanting so badly to just slam yourself down and fuck him senseless.

“Y-yeah, in my bag over there.” Gojo pointed to his discarded backpack at the entrance of his apartment, secretly wishing it would just fly into his hand like Thor with his hammer.

You wobbled over to retrieve the condom, shuffling through old candy wrappers and empty vape pens. Finding it, you practically sprinted over to sit back down on Gojo’s lap. He took the condom from your hands and tore open the foil with his teeth, rolling the latex on with ease. “Fuck, I’ve never been this sensitive before. You’re a witch.” He breathed out, kissing you softly as you hovered yourself above his cock.

“Shh, just lemme fuck you. Alright, baby?” You purred, lowering yourself down onto his cock. You hissed as his thick mushroom head pushed past your entrance, the pleasure outweighing the pain tenfold. “F-fuck, you’re so fucking big.”

“Tell me something I don’t know, pretty girl.” Gojo chuckled, grabbing onto your hips. He pushed you down further onto his cock, whispering sweet nothings into your ear until he’d bottomed out.

You started to move yourself up and down on his cock, bouncing slowly to grow accustomed to his length and girth. You kissed him passionately, gripping his broad and muscular shoulders for support. “Ngh, fuck!�� You cried onto his lips, placing his hands on your waist to guide you.

Gojo’s hands pulled you back and forth, up and down on his length until you got the hang of handling how big he was, your hands now groping your tits as you fucked yourself on his cock. The filthy sound of skin slapping and squishing against skin filled the apartment, the still and stiff air being replaced with the intoxicating aroma of sex and lust.

“God, just like that baby! Fuck, you’re so fucking good at riding this dick princess. Ride my dick, fuck, ride me! Fuck me!” Gojo cried out, resting his head on the cushions behind his naked body as your hips slammed onto his pelvic bone repeatedly, surely leaving bruises for him to wake up to tomorrow.

“You’re so fucking noisy.” You growled, wrapping your hands around his bruised throat. Not enough to stop him from breathing, just enough to let him know who was in charge.

Gojo whimpered as he felt your hands wrap around his throat, his cock twitching inside of you. He had no idea he liked it when he wasn’t in charge when he was being used like a fucktoy. Gojo fucking loved watching ride him, how your sobbing cunt took his cock so nice and so deep.

You tilted your head to the side and smiled darkly, moving even faster on his cock to the point where you were just bouncing on the abused appendage. “What, baby forgot how to use his words? Are you being fucked too good you can’t even speak, huh? Adorable little slut.” You whispered, your lew words making Gojo want to become yours even more.

“Oh, is somebody gonna fucking cum?” You mocked, pouting your lip. Your grip around his neck tightened as you continued to ride him, feeling your orgasm fast approaching. “Fucking cum for me baby, cum like the good little whore you are.”

“Fuck, I’m c-cumming! Fuck, ngh, fuck! Oh my God, fuck! Please” Gojo practically sobbed as his orgasm filled the rubber he wore, his grip on your hips not faltering. He could feel your cunt milk him for all he was worth, still bouncing on him with vigor. “P-please cum, please! Wan’ feel you on me, please!” He begged, his beautiful blue eyes swelling with tears.

You threw your head back as your orgasm finally hit you, pleasure coursing through every single possible vein in your body. “A-ah, shit! Fuck, fuck, oh my God!” You cried out, the bouncing on his cock slowing down as you rode out your high.

Exhausted, you collapsed onto Gojo’s sweaty chest, admiring how good he smelled even after sex. His arm wrapped around your soaked shirt, embracing you gently. “Fuck…that was the best sex I’ve had in a while.” He chuckled, kissing the side of your face.

“Oh yeah? We should do it again sometime after you do your homework of course.” You offered him a half-smirk, pulling yourself off of his now soften cock. You tied the condom and tossed it in a nearby wastebasket, pulling up your sweatpants and panties. “The sushi is probably here by now, should I go get it?”

“Oh fuck,” Gojo grabbed his phone and unlocked it, seeing the notification that the sushi had been delivered ten minutes ago. “Fuck me, we took thirty minutes! Guess you were wrong about timing there, hm?”

You rolled your eyes and opened the apartment door to be greeted by a smug-looking Geto holding your sushi. “I’ve been standing here for about five minutes, you guys are really fucking loud.” He chuckled, allowing himself inside.

“Really, Satoru? On the couch? I sit there sometimes, dude.” Geto placed a hand on his hip, handing you the boxed sushi.

Gojo rolled his eyes and walked over to you, wrapping an arm around your waist. He had put his pants back on but his abs were still very much on display.

“Fuck off, Suguru. Please.” Gojo mumbled, squeezing your waist. You smiled at the welcome touch, especially enjoying the banter the two of them shared.

“Seems like you already did, Satoru,” Geto smirked, walking off to his room.

“Fuck you, dickhead!”

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reaper2187 · 3 months

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Jade west x masc female reader

The sky above Hollywood Arts was a perfect blue, its clarity interrupted only by the occasional wispy cloud drifting lazily by. The iconic school of performing arts buzzed with its usual electric energy, a tapestry of creativity and ambition woven together by the eclectic student body.

Y/N walked through the main entrance, her combat boots thudding softly against the polished floor. She adjusted her leather jacket, glancing around the hallway filled with colorful lockers and bulletin boards plastered with show announcements and club flyers. Her short hair was artfully tousled, and her strong, confident stride drew a few curious looks from her classmates. But Y/N was used to it. She knew her butch style stood out in a sea of trendy fashionistas and aspiring stars, and she embraced it.

Her eyes scanned the hall for a familiar face. She spotted her friends by the lockers, deep in conversation. But it wasn’t them she was looking for. It was Jade West. The girl with the raven hair and piercing eyes who had a way of making Y/N's heart race and her palms sweat.

Y/N found Jade by her locker, her usual scowl in place as she fiddled with the combination lock. Jade's dark, enigmatic aura was what had drawn Y/N to her in the first place. There was something magnetic about her intensity, her refusal to conform to anyone's expectations.

Taking a deep breath, Y/N walked over, trying to ignore the fluttering in her stomach. "Hey, Jade."

Jade looked up, her expression shifting from annoyance to mild curiosity. "Y/N. What's up?"

"Not much. Just wanted to see if you’re free after school. I was thinking we could hang out."

Jade raised an eyebrow, a small smirk playing on her lips. "Hang out? With you?"

Y/N chuckled, used to Jade's sharp tongue. "Yeah, with me. Unless you’ve got better plans."

Jade closed her locker with a metallic clang. "Actually, I don’t. What did you have in mind?"

"I thought we could head over to Nozu, maybe grab some sushi and chill for a bit. Then, if you're up for it, there's this indie band playing at the Black Box later. They’re pretty good."

Jade's eyes lit up slightly at the mention of the Black Box, a small, underground venue known for showcasing raw, edgy talent. "That doesn’t sound terrible."

Y/N grinned. "Glad to hear it. Meet you by the front entrance after class?"

Jade gave a curt nod. "Sure. See you then."

The rest of the day passed in a blur of classes and rehearsals. Y/N found it hard to concentrate, her thoughts constantly drifting back to her upcoming date—if she could call it that—with Jade. When the final bell rang, she grabbed her backpack and headed to the front entrance, feeling a mixture of excitement and nerves.

Jade was already there, leaning against the wall with her arms crossed. She looked effortlessly cool in her signature black attire, her hair falling in perfect waves around her shoulders.

"Ready to go?" Y/N asked, trying to keep her voice steady.

"Ready," Jade replied, pushing off the wall and falling into step beside Y/N as they walked towards Y/N's motorcycle.

"You okay with riding this?" Y/N asked, patting the sleek, black bike.

Jade's eyes gleamed with interest. "Definitely."

Y/N handed Jade a spare helmet and mounted the bike, feeling a thrill of adrenaline as Jade climbed on behind her. Jade's arms wrapped around Y/N's waist, sending a warm shiver down her spine.

They sped through the streets of Hollywood, the wind whipping past them as they made their way to Nozu. The ride was exhilarating, a perfect start to their evening together. When they arrived, they found a quiet corner booth and ordered a variety of sushi rolls, the conversation flowing surprisingly easily.

Y/N found herself laughing at Jade's dry wit and sharp observations, and Jade seemed to relax, her usual defensive demeanor softening. As they finished their meal, Jade leaned back in her seat, a rare smile playing on her lips.

"Not bad, Y/N. Not bad at all."

Y/N chuckled. "Glad you approve. Ready for the next part of our adventure?"

Jade's eyes sparkled with anticipation. "Lead the way."

They made their way to the Black Box, the small venue already buzzing with energy. The dim lighting and graffiti-covered walls gave the place an edgy, underground vibe. Y/N led Jade to a spot near the stage, the close proximity to the performers adding to the thrill.

The band started their set, their raw, powerful music filling the space. Y/N glanced at Jade, who was completely absorbed in the music, her eyes closed and a content smile on her face. Seeing Jade so at ease made Y/N's heart swell with affection.

As the night wore on, the music grew louder, the crowd more animated. Y/N felt a rush of happiness being there with Jade, sharing something they both loved. When the final song ended and the applause died down, Y/N turned to Jade, her voice almost lost in the cacophony of departing concert-goers.

"So, what did you think?"

Jade opened her eyes, her gaze locking onto Y/N's. "I think tonight was… amazing. Thanks for inviting me."

Y/N smiled, feeling a warmth spread through her chest. "Anytime, Jade. Anytime."

They left the venue and headed back to Y/N's bike, the night air cool against their skin. As they rode back towards Hollywood Arts, Y/N felt a sense of contentment she hadn't felt in a long time. She parked the bike and turned to Jade, who was removing her helmet.

"Hey, Jade?"

"Yeah?"

"Would you want to do this again sometime?"

Jade smirked, her eyes softening. "I'd like that."

Y/N's heart soared as she watched Jade walk away, her confident stride as captivating as ever. She knew their relationship wouldn't be easy—Jade was complicated, fierce, and often difficult. But Y/N was ready for the challenge. Because underneath all that, she saw the real Jade: passionate, loyal, and capable of great love.

And Y/N was determined to be the one Jade let in.

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roosterforme · 2 years

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Airplane Mode Part 2 | Rooster x Reader

Summary: When Bradley manages to secure a seat on your flight once again, he has to fight against the clock to make sure you understand he's sincere.

Warnings: Fluff, adult banter, swearing

Length: 2900 words

Pairing: Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw x Female Reader

This is part 2 of 2! Here is Part 1! Check my masterlist for more Top Gun fun!

Bradley was just about to dock in Japan. He was so anxious to turn his phone on after nine days at sea. Not because of all of the junk mail and app update alerts, but because there was a small chance he had a text message from you waiting for him.

"Come on," he whispered, hoisting his backpack and small duffle higher onto his shoulders. But as his phone booted up, it was becoming obvious that there was nothing from you.

Bradley sighed. He had been hopeful where he shouldn't have been, and now he just felt disappointment.

He took a taxi to his hotel, got settled in his room with a huge platter of sushi, and then looked up tickets for a flight back to San Diego. His mission had been successful, but he was happy to have it completed.

His finger hovered over two flight options for the following day. He could leave in the morning and get back to his own bed faster. Or, he could get the flight that left Tokyo tomorrow evening and hope like hell that you were working. He knew the Navy would reimburse his economy ticket, but he wasn't taking any chances. He paid for the first class upgrade with his credit card; it would be worth every penny of the additional six hundred dollars just for the chance to look at you again. He selected the same spot next to the window, right across from the fold down seat.

Then he turned on the TV, found a Japanese soap opera, and pretended it was the same one you liked. And then he slept like a log, his body still not used to this time zone and the horrible beds he had been sleeping in. When he woke up, he got to the airport way earlier than was strictly necessary, so he drank some Japanese beers and bought himself a bunch of snacks to pass the time.

He was so antsy. And for what? Just to be disappointed? You had tucked his phone number in your pocket. Unless you had accidentally washed the napkin with your clothing, you had intentionally decided not to contact him. So even if he saw you again, it was going to be a strictly 'Bradley can look, but he may not touch' scenario. Because the last thing he wanted to do was make you uncomfortable by becoming one of the creepy guys who probably ruined whole itineraries for you.

When it was time to scan his ticket and make his way aboard the waiting aircraft, he tried his best to relax. He was greeted by a male flight attendant, but he could see ugly loafers just below the curtain, and his heart skipped around. He quickly stowed his bags and took his seat, keeping his eyes on the curtain the entire time.

It seemed to happen in slow motion, the way you pushed the curtain aside. You were smiling and talking to the other flight attendant as your eyes drifted across the interior of the aircraft until your gaze settled on Bradley. He was frozen to the spot, watching your eyes flutter closed, your eyelashes brushing your cheeks. You bit your lip and grinned at him.

"Welcome aboard, sir. Can I get you anything before we take off?" you asked him, repeating the exact words you had spoken to him last time.

You just laughed as you took a step closer to him. "Do you really want me to answer that?" he whispered as he looked up at you. "I haven't stopped thinking about you in the last ten days."

Your lips parted in surprise. "Oh?"

Bradley nodded and really took a good look at you. You had styled your hair differently today, but everything else was just the same. His memory hadn't done justice to the soft curve of your cheeks or the shape of your lips. In person, you were a work of art.

You stepped further out of the aisle as more passengers shuffled along, coming to stand so close to Bradley, that he had to look way up to see your face. "I may have looked up the passenger manifest for this flight last night," you told him with a teasing tone to your voice. "And I may have picked up this flight instead of flying back tomorrow. I was hoping you were Bradshaw comma Bradley."

"That's me. Bradshaw comma Bradley. And I claimed the best seat in the house." His heart was skipping along to an unknown song, a new one that he would love to play on his piano for you. "But you didn't text me."

"Ah, no. I did not," you replied, taking a small step away from him. You looked embarrassed now. "I wasn't sure you really expected me to. Thought maybe you charm a different flight attendant on all of your trips."

Bradley's eyes went wide. He had come on too strong last time. Made it seem like he did this shit on a regular basis. His heart was still pounding, but the song was far less pleasant now.

"You think any other flight attendant is half as lovely as you are?"

You just shrugged and smirked at him. "I don't know. You tell me." You turned to greet some more passengers, leaving Bradley staring at your backside.

"Don't be a creep," he muttered to himself as his eyes drifted down your legs and settled on your loafers again. And to his dismay, someone took the aisle seat next to him; the flight was completely sold out. How was he supposed to flirt with you this time, while seated next to a stern looking man who was reading the Wall Street Journal. And this time you had to divide your attention between the two men while you did your safety briefing about the exit row.

Bradley had to wait until everyone was settled and you were getting into your fold down seat for take off, before you even looked at him again. As soon as Wall Street Journal dude put some earbuds in, Bradley sighed in relief. "I can guarantee they are not."

You gave him a puzzled look.

"The other flight attendants. None of them are even half as lovely. I've never once flirted with any of them. None except you. I haven't given my phone number to a woman in months. You even got me thinking about your loafers. And I was kind of crushed when I turned my phone on at the docks and only had emails from my great-aunt Sandy to read."

It looked like you were trying not to laugh, and Bradley could physically feel himself striking out with you. But then you softly said, "You were so smooth. Got a little scared."

As the plane lifted off, Bradley smiled. "But you checked the flight manifests."

"I did," you agreed, tucking your face to the side in embarrassment.

"Do you still have my number?"

Your eyes popped up to meet his. "Saved in my phone. As Bradshaw comma Bradley."

His smile grew in size. "I watched a Japanese soap opera last night. Not sure if it was the one you like, and I was very confused about how the characters knew each other, but I'm a little bit obsessed with it already."

You took a deep breath as the plane reached cruising altitude. "So you don't just flirt with everybody?"

"Of course not," he answered immediately.

"And if I texted you to see if you wanted to hang out next week when I have time off?"

His eyes went a little wide. "I would drop everything."

"Okay," you said with a smile as you stood to help someone who called for you, and your knees brushed against his leg.

Bradley's eyes followed you before settling on Wall Street Journal dude who was already looking at him.

"Nice one, son," he told Bradley with a nod of his head.

A laugh escaped Bradley. "Literally unbelievable, right?"

"Quite," he replied before turning his gaze back to his newspaper.

Bradley settled himself against his seat, listening for your voice as he occasionally heard you over the sounds of the plane and passengers. He knew of a decent sushi place near his house with a takeout menu. He'd figure out how to get Japanese shows on his TV at home. He could already picture how you would look on his couch. He wondered if you wore your loafers with jeans.

You didn't take Bradley's drink order, rather you delivered him an unprompted cosmopolitan with his dinner. And when you brought him a second one as it was getting later and darker, your fingers met his.

"I'm sorry I didn't text you. I wanted to."

He grinned as you collected his dinner tray along with Wall Street Journal dude's tray; he had dozed off with his meal half eaten.

"You can make it up to me by texting me when we land so I can have your number."

You nodded and rolled your eyes. "I'll make it up to you. Now stop flirting and let me work. The guys in 3C and 3D are a handful."

Bradley's brow scrunched up. "Is there a guy giving you a hard time?" He was already about to stand up, but you planted your palm on his chest and eased him back against his seat.

"No. Nothing like that," you promised. "God, you're sweet."

Bradley just gaped up at you, so close he could feel your breath on his cheek as you let your fingers trail up to the collar of his Top Gun sweatshirt. When you grazed the scar on his neck with your fingertip, he was practically panting.

"You'll tell me if they get out of hand?" he asked, voice deep and raspy.

"You gonna rush in and protect me?" you asked as you released him to continue gathering up the trays.

"I told you I would flex for you, Baby."

You actually giggled as you collected the rest of the dishes and shot Bradley a wide eyed look. "You sure did." Then you were gone, behind that curtain and out of his sight.

It was getting late, but Bradley wasn't tired in the least. He was currently dedicated to watching you shuttle dinner trays and glasses back to the galley as each first class passenger seemed to be dozing off. Every time you passed his row, you smiled at him.

When you didn't emerge for quite some time, Bradley stood and stepped gingerly over his sleeping seatmate and made his way toward the lavatory. He paused at the curtain, which had been left open several inches. You were standing in the small galley, stacking the catering trays and depositing them into the slotted metal cart. He watched you work for a few beats, your movements methodical, your expression a little dreamy. He was hoping he was the cause of that.

Bradley pulled the curtain aside a few more inches, and you turned to face him, an expression of professional caution fell into place that immediately melted away again. "Bradshaw comma Bradley. Welcome to my office."

He laughed and ducked his large form inside the galley with you, letting the curtain fall mostly closed behind him. "I didn't mean to interrupt. I was just on my way to the restroom."

Bradley was silenced as you set down the last tray and then reached for the front of his sweatshirt, bunched the fabric up in your fist, and used it to pull him closer to you. When your lips brushed against his in the sweetest kiss, it sent him reeling. As you started to pull away, he dipped his head closer to yours, and you kissed him a little harder.

"Lavatory is that way," you whispered, your nose brushing his mustache as you pointed to Bradley's left.

"Oh. Right." He wanted to keep kissing you, but when you released your hold on his sweatshirt, Bradley backed out of the curtained off area and let himself into the tiny bathroom. He looked in the mirror to see that his cheeks were flushed and he was grinning.

He washed his hands and did his best to fix his hair and straighten out his clothing, and when Bradley walked past the galley again, you were waiting for him.

He drank you in from head to toe, loving the way your hip was leaning against the counter as you traced your lower lip softly with your fingertips. With wide eyes and parted lips, you reached for him at the same time he tucked himself inside the small space and pulled the curtain closed.

Your lips mashed against his, and Bradley groaned as you threaded your fingers through his hair. It took him a second to get his hands on you, but when he did, you melted into him. He ran his hands softly from your hips to your waist, wrapping them around you and pulling you closer.

Bradley had goosebumps as you raked your fingers down the back of his neck, and you were nibbling on his lower lip, teasing him with your tongue.

You pulled away from his lips with a soft gasp, but you continued to stroke your fingers along his neck and through his hair. "I've never done anything like this before."

But you didn't even give him a chance to respond before you were kissing him again, softer this time, your nose bumping his as you nipped at his lips.

"Shit," Bradley gasped, squeezing your waist as your lips drifted over his cheek and across his jaw. "I'm about to go bankrupt following you from San Diego to Japan every week."

You laughed and started to back out of his grasp. "I'm sorry I didn't text you. It's the first thing I'm going to do when we land."

Bradley licked his lips, already missing the feel of you as he released your waist.

"You should go sit down before I get in trouble," you whispered, running your fingertips across your lips again. "You're definitely trouble, Bradshaw comma Bradley."

But Bradley stroked your cheek with his thumb until you dropped your hand from your lips, and he kissed you one more time.

"Nah, I'll be good for you."

He laughed as you shoved him out of the galley, and he made his way back to his seat. Patiently he sat and waited, and soon you were silently folding down your seat and tucking your knees between his long legs, like they belonged there.

Bradley leaned forward and held out his palm. When you let first your fingers and then your entire hand press against his, he whispered, "I'm taking you out for lunch when we land."

"Are you?" you asked, laughing softly.

"Yeah. I'm dying for a first date."

You were silent for a beat before you said, "I'm free."

Bradley held your hand until the sun started to brighten the cabin. You bustled around, taking care of everyone until it was time to land. And when the plane was firmly on the ground, Bradley watched you pull your phone out of your pocket.

"I'm turning off airplane mode, and then I'm going to text you," you promised.

Bradley scrambled to turn his phone on as well, and when a text arrived with your last name and first name separated by a comma, he saved you to his contacts and smiled as you stood to help passengers with their bags.

Once again, Bradley waited until everyone else deboarded ahead of him, preferring to stay and watch you next to the rest of the crew. He wanted to kiss you, but he forced himself to leave after you told him, "Thanks for flying with us."

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You took your time cleaning up and organizing the first class galley and disinfecting the space. As soon as Bradley had deboarded he texted you back, asking if you would like to get sushi for lunch with him. Of course you would. You'd been thinking about him since you first laid eyes on him ten days ago.

And the kisses! What had come over you! It was so unprofessional! But you couldn't seem to help yourself. He was so big and handsome. He smelled good, and he kept looking at you like you were perfect. A girl can only handle so much chemistry before something boils over.

You would kiss him again as soon as you saw him. That was already settled.

After grabbing your bag and your badge, you deboarded, telling the captain you'd see him again in a few days, and you glided up the jetway with a smile on your lips. When you exited out into the terminal and saw Bradley waiting for you next to a kiosk that sold sunglasses, your smile erupted into a giggle.

"Are you waiting for me?" you asked when you were close to him.

"Of course," he replied with a bright smile, and you dropped the handle of your bag and wrapped your arms around his neck. He held you close as you kissed him, and when the kiosk owner yelled at the two of you for bumping his display, Bradley took you by the hand.

"Let's go get some sushi and get to know each other better."

You walked with him out into the San Diego heat, hand in hand.

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Break (Tadashi Hamada X Reader)

Fandom: Big Hero Six

Requested: Bonus Day of Writing Inktober prompts instead of drawing!

Warnings: none.

Pronouns: First person (I/me)

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It was normal with finals coming up that we would become busy; it was a given. Tadashi had his senior final project to finish up and I had an eight-page case report, both due Friday. We were sitting in his lab while Tadashi worked out a couple of kinks in the programming, and I finished up the final draft of my paper.

“Dashi, could you read through this, please? I could check out your programming,” I offered, moving my computer aside as I walked up behind him where he was leaning over the table. I wrapped my arms around his waist and leaned my head against his back. “You could use a break from looking at that.”

"Why don’t we both take a break?” He countered, turning in my arms as he place a small kiss on the crown of my head. He lead his head down against mine as we swayed back and forth as he continued, “It’s only Tuesday. We have time to take the night off. The kinks are pretty worked out, I just need to do a final test, but I think it’s fine. And that’s your final draft, yeah?” I nodded in response. “So why don’t we head out of here?”

“Can we go to that sushi place by the cafe? I’m craving it,” I asked, tilting my head to look up at him as he started laughing quietly. I gasped in mock offense, “Hey, don’t laugh at me!”

“I’m not laughing at you,” He reassured me, unwrapping one of his arms to turn off his computers, desk lamps and grab his keys. He led me out of the lab once I shut down my computer as well and grabbed my backpack, and we walked onto the elevator as he threw his arm over my shoulders, pulling me into his side. “I was gonna suggest that and maybe a night ride around the city.”

“On the moped or Baymax?” I asked, jokingly knowing the answer as we walked off the elevator and out of the building.

“You hate heights, so obviously the moped,” He chuckled as he helped me put my helmet on once we approached the moped.

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Mining Pains (Haley x Reader)

Haley Masterlist || Full Masterlist || Read on AO3

Pairing: Wife!Haley x Female Farmer!Reader

Summary: After reaching level forty-five of the mines, it’s time for Pelican Town’s favorite farmer to fight for the safety of her wife, Haley.

Warnings: Slight gore (Nothing too scary, tho), a teensy bit of angst, and fluff all the way.

Word count: 3,182

Dividers by @cute-sushi-roll

“Haley, I would really prefer if you were back home, where it’s safe.” I insisted. As much as I enjoyed my wife’s company in the mines, I’d never brought her past level forty, and we were currently on level forty-four. I was wary enough going this deep into the mine system on my own. Bringing Haley with me would be a whole other battle.

Usually, I brought her along with me when I needed to grab basic materials like stone, coal, or copper for the farm. I would gather these while fighting off monsters, and Haley would hold torches in the darker areas of the mines, sometimes wielding a slingshot when things got a little hairy.

This time, Clint asked me to gather some iron for his tool upgrade service. I obliged, and Haley was more than eager to insist on coming with me. Being the pushover that I was when it came to making my wife happy, I reluctantly agreed.

I donned black overalls over a long-sleeve red sweater, with thick brown boots. Haley wore a long-sleeve light blue sweater with her favorite pink skirt over a pair of light blue leggings, with some pink sneakers.

With our outfits picked out, and our spelunking gear gathered, we headed into the mines by Robin’s house, and It was only by sheer luck that we hadn’t run into anything intense yet.

She spoke up as we approached the ladder down to the next level, “Don’t worry about me, honey. I want to help you. Besides, it’s like an adventure!” She squealed on the last sentence, clearly excited.

Once we made it down the ladder, I felt a small wave of relief at the sight of the elevator, accompanied by its usual light-hearted ding, as if it was happy to see me, too.

Haley skipped ahead, “How much iron did Clint ask for, anyways? Do you think he needs a lot?”

I paused to check my backpack. Clint asked for five iron bars. So far, we only had enough iron to make three.

I sighed to myself and responded, “Just a little more. We shouldn’t be too much longer.”

We advanced deeper into the cavern. The air was still and dank, untouched by the crisp winds above surface level. I would have considered this place serene, had these walls not housed some of the deadliest monsters in Pelican Town.

“AH!” Haley’s scream snapped me out of my thoughts. I realized that I fell behind as we walked, and I rushed over to where Haley fumbled for her slingshot, nervously shuffling away from a small green slime.

I chuckled, my heart slowing back to a normal pace as I drew my sword and slayed it in one slash. Me and Haley then both jumped back to avoid the resulting splash of green slime.

“Yuck.” Haley stared down at the slime spattered against the floor, “That was a close one…”

“You’re telling me.” I sheathed my sword before approaching her and placing my hands on her shoulders, “I assume this means you’re okay, then?”

Haley smiled at me, “Yes, honey. I’m okay. I promise.” She leaned forward until our foreheads touched.

I closed my eyes and sighed, “If you say so… but I’d still like to take you home.”

I felt her arms snake their way around my waist, “Don’t worry about me. Please.”

My eyes fluttered open and I could see that hers were still closed, like she was waiting for something. She was waiting for me.

I traced my thumb along her jaw, feeling her shudder under my touch, “Haley…” I breathed.

Suddenly, a wispy blue fog slowly rolled in to cloud the air around us, and I heard a distant squeaking. Damnit!

Haley felt me freeze and her eyes flew open, “What’s going on? Are you- AHHHHHH! BEHIND YOU!” We jumped apart and I turned to see a swarm of bats flying straight toward us, the squeaking sounds growing in volume as they neared us.

I turned back to Haley and grabbed her shoulders, slightly shaking her to emphasize my next command, “Haley. Elevator. Now. Go!”

She quickly nodded and I let go of her so we could run to the elevator. I instantly regretted my choice of shoes. Though my boots were great for crossing rocky terrain, they were also heavy and slowed me down significantly. Haley, who made the smarter choice of a light pair of sneakers, sped ahead.

I looked over my shoulder to see the swarm gaining on me. Damnit! When I turned to look back ahead, I saw Haley reach the elevator and turn back to me, fear etched into her features as she saw that I still had ground to cover. I knew then that if she waited until I made it into the elevator to close the door, we’d be stuck with a bat-filled ride to the surface. That would have been less than ideal. I had one idea left to keep her completely safe.

“Close the door!” I shouted as I slowed to a walk.

“What?!” Haley went pale in the face, “Are you crazy?!”

“Just close it!” I repeated.

Haley shifted with discomfort, “But-”

“CLOSE IT!” I roared. I never really liked yelling at her, but this was really important. I had to get her to listen.

Haley jumped at my shout, looking a little sad before finally obliging and closing the elevator door. It was all up to me now.

I quickly turned and unsheathed my sword, ready to take on the giant ominous swarm that approached me. Here goes nothing.

I flicked my sword in a quick circle before swiping at the mob in front of me. Three bats drew back and squeaked in pain. The rest of the swarm approached me, some coming at me from the side. I quickly dodged backward before lunging at the mob in front of me. I nailed two more bats before one of them snuck behind me and bit my arm.

I let out a yelp, more out of frustration than pain, and smacked it away with my hand, stomping it into the ground when it fell. Those few seconds were all the swarm needed to distract me before they saw an opportunity to swoop in and strike.

Three bats bit and clawed at my other arm, the one I was holding my sword with. I dropped it in surprise, giving three more an opportunity to attack my left side.

All I saw was a blur of black, accompanied by the occasional pair of red eyes. One scratched my cheek. Several bit my legs. I groaned and fell to the floor, unaware of how bad my injuries were or how much I was bleeding out.

The bites were so deep, I felt a jolt of pain blast through my body with each one. As the bats grew bolder, the bites and scratches grew more frequent.

I desperately looked at my sword, lying tantalizingly close to me, yet too far to be of any actual use to me. I strained against the bats to reach for it, only to receive more bites and scratches on my outstretched hand.

Tears sprung to my eyes as the stinging sensations continued to grow in intensity. I began to feel dizzy, almost unable to focus on anything. The squeaks were deafening in my ears. I struggled through blurry vision as the black blobs continued to bite and scratch me.

“Come on.” I softly coaxed myself as I began dragging myself toward my sword. The bats must have sensed my newfound determination, because their bites and scratches began assailing me with more speed than ever before.

I gritted my teeth against the pain and kept pushing myself, moving closer to my sword. I was finally able to grab the handle, and I picked up my sword to turn it against the attacking swarm.

I slashed against the swarm, scaring them back long enough to be able to rise unsteadily to my feet. Once I somewhat gained my footing, I continued attacking the bats, and they began dropping like flies. Some kept trying to sneak up on me from behind, but I saw them and was able to turn and slash them each time.

Finally, I defeated the last bat, and I sat in the newfound silence of the cavernous room around me. The fog rolled away, leaving me in the middle of the carnage I created. After fighting what felt like a million bats, only about eight corpses lay around me.

I hissed at the sudden jolt of pain in my body and looked down. My outfit had numerous tears all over it, decorated in between tears with blood and dirt, and I was actively bleeding from places that I often overlooked on normal days. My head swam, and I fell to my knees before crawling toward the elevator, still dizzy from battle.

“Haley…” I groaned, “Haley… It’s safe now.”

The door opened and I heard her audibly gasp, “Oh my Yoba! What happened?!” She helped me into the elevator, an action that ignited the pain all over me again. I couldn’t help but let out a loud groan, “We have to get you to Harvey.”

I leaned my head against the cool wall of the elevator as she pressed the level zero button, “It’s late. He’s closed…”

“Trust me.” Haley insisted as the doors closed, “I think he’ll take this emergency call.” The elevator began to move and she crouched over me, “Where does it hurt?”

I looked into her eyes, willing myself not to drown in the ocean blue as I groaned, “Everywhere…”

The sad look returned to her eyes, “This looks really bad. I don’t think I can walk you to the hospital like this.”

I raised my hand and cupped it against her cheek, “Haley…”

She held my hand and I winced as a stinging sensation came alive in it. I then watched as Haley slid my backpack off my shoulders and dug inside.

“A-ha!” She pulled out a roll of gauze and got to work on my overalls, quickly dropping them around my hips before raising my shirt over my arms. Her resulting gasp bounced around in the small elevator.

I looked down to see that I looked a lot worse off underneath my clothes. My bra somehow remained intact, but blood oozed out of all the bite and scratch marks that covered me. I shuddered as the cold air brushed against my skin. It almost relieved the pain. Almost.

“Hold still.” Haley began wrapping my arm in gauze, “Hopefully, this should slow your bleeding until we can get to Harvey.” She shifted to begin wrapping my torso before adding, “I think I saw this in one of those doctor shows, once.”

I chuckled at this before wincing at the motion. All I could do painlessly was watch as my wife poured over me, focus knitting her brows. Damn! She looks sexy when she’s focused.

I accidentally let part of my idea slip out of my mouth, so Haley heard, “Mmn…Sexy…”

She looked at me and raised her eyebrows, “Oh, Yoba! You’re delirious already?!” I wasn’t really concerned. I just wanted her to kiss me… Maybe I was delirious.

She finished wrapping my torso and other arm before helping me back into my clothes, “Sorry! There isn’t enough to do your legs.”

“Sssfine…” I mumbled.

She then helped me to my feet and wrapped my arm around her shoulders, and we stepped out of the elevator as soon as the doors opened.

I leaned against Haley’s body, trying, with extreme difficulty, to keep most of my weight off of her as we left the mines. The sky was dark, but little stars in the sky lit our way through the darkness. All was quiet. All was calm. It was nice.

As we walked, I caught a whiff of something and turned towards Haley to take a deeper sniff. Somehow, the scent of her shampoo survived our trip into the depths.

“Strawberries and cream…” I sighed into her hair.

“I know it’s your favorite shampoo of mine.” She softly giggled as we passed Robin’s house.

A beat of silence passed as we approached the community center. Haley sighed, “I was so worried in there.”

“Hmm?” I stumbled before Haley quickly caught me and we kept moving. My legs hurt so badly. It felt like they were getting pricked and stabbed over and over. I just hoped we were close to the hospital.

“You were defending me while I just stood around doing nothing.” She frowned, “Just shows how useless I am.” I squinted as the darkness and my dizziness worked against my eyes, threatening to hide my wife’s face from me.

We were nearing Pierre’s general store as I tried to reassure her, “No… You’re not…”

We finally made it to the door of the hospital and Haley knocked harshly on the door, “Don’t worry about that now. We’re here.”

I let out a deep sigh, frustrated that my body was giving out, unable to keep up with my mind. It was a miracle I didn’t pass out already, but that wasn’t enough for me. After a heartbeat of silence, Haley knocked again.

“Harvey!” She called, “Harvey! Please, come out!” She knocked again, “Harvey, please!”

I wanted to be able to hold her and reassure her that everything was alright. That I would be fine and that she was the exact opposite of useless. That I appreciated her trying new things with me, helping me on the farm, and even joining me in the mines. I wanted to say that I loved her so much that the idea of not having her around could drive me crazy.

But all I could do was watch as the hospital door slowly cracked open and the edges of my vision slowly went black, “Haley? OH MY YOBA!!!” Harvey’s face contorted with pure shock and horror once his eyes landed on me, “What happened to you two?!”

“I’m fine!” Haley responded, “It’s her! She needs help.” Every voice began to sound like I was listening to it from underwater.

Harvey opened the door and beckoned us inside, “Come in! Let me help.”

The black at the edges of my vision slowly rolled in, and my body began to feel heavy.

“Alm.. th… ay?” Haley said something that was really difficult to hear, “...d on… St’a… ttl… thr…”

All I could do was softly sigh before everything went black.

━━━━ ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ━━━━

When I came to, I found myself on one of the hospital beds. Haley sat next to me, holding my hand. It was bandaged up, along with the rest of my body. Other than the bandages, the only thing covering me was a lightweight blanket.

“You’re awake!” Haley teared up, “I’m so happy!”

“What happened?” I didn’t think I had the strength to bring my voice above a mumble, yet.

“Harvey had to do a blood transfusion.” She brought her other hand to hold mine in both of hers, “But he was struggling to find a match for you.”

A match? Someone in Pelican Town had the same blood type as me? My mind raced, “Who was it?”

“He’s in the other room.” She was dodging the question.

“Haley.” I tried to bring her back on track.

“Harvey’s giving him some cookies and juice to get his energy back up.” Clearly, that didn’t work.

“Haley…” I tried again.

“And Harvey says you should be up and running again in as little as a few days. Isn’t that great?” Damn! She’s persistent.

“Haley, please! Answer the question. Who was my match?”

Haley sighed, “Okay, okay… You matched with Alex.”

WHAT?! I refused to believe it. There was no way Alex would help me. Last time I checked, we didn’t particularly like each other.

“I know it’s hard to believe,” Haley started, “But he’s a good person.”

“Color me surprised.” I dryly remarked.

“Forget that,” She dismissed, “Though I expect you to thank him later.”

“I will.” I sighed.

Haley just chuckled to herself, “I know you will. You’re very kind.” I smirked at her before she continued, “You’re very kind to me, at least.” She brushed some of my hair away from my face, “What did I do to deserve you?”

“Haley,” I started, “Don’t say that.”

“It’s true!” She frowned, “You got hurt really badly, just for me.”

“I couldn’t bear to live in a world where I let you get hurt.” I pulled her hands up to my face to give them an affectionate kiss, “You mean the world to me, Lee. Remember that.”

“How?” Haley sniffled, tears collecting in her eyes again, “All I’m good for is taking stupid pictures, reading magazines, and going shopping. I’m useless! No, now I’m worse than useless. I’m a burden! How could you love someone like me? How could you risk getting hurt this badly for me? I try helping out in the mines to make myself useful, but look at what I did.” Her tears began spilling over her cheeks, “This is all my fault.”

I decided to take this moment to sit up. I groaned at the pain of the movement, but it wasn’t bad enough to keep me down, “Haley,” I framed her face with my hands, “None of this is your fault. You are precious to me. That’s why I wanted to protect you. By the way, your photos are beautiful. They’re works of art. It’s a wonder they aren’t in one of those magazines you like reading.” She sadly smiled, and I wiped away another tear with my thumb before continuing, “And I would take you shopping an infinite amount of times if it meant getting to see that little sparkle of joy in your eyes when I get you a cute new skirt. You don’t have to earn my love, Lee. You had it from the moment I laid eyes on you.”

I pulled her in and kissed her on the cheek before resting my face in the crook of her neck, “You are not a burden. You’re the love of my life. You’re my highest privilege.”

I felt her wrap her arms around me, and it barely hurt when she did, “You really mean that?”

“I do.” I kissed her again, before trailing rapid kisses around her face and neck, breathing in between each one, “I do. I do. I do. I do…”

She softly giggled, “I love you.”

I broke my streak of kisses to look her in her eyes, “I love you, too, Lee. I love you so much.” I kissed her forehead, “The moment I make you believe otherwise is the moment I’ve failed as your wife.”

“Impossible.” She smiled, “You’re the best wife in the world.”

“Thank you,” I smirked, “But I think my wife is a lot cooler than yours.”

A light pink dusted her cheeks as she giggled, “Maybe we can settle for a tie?”

“Maybe.” I held Haley to my chest and we both sighed in content and comfort, “Maybe…”

#stardew valley #haley stardew valley #haley x reader #fluff #a bit of violence #romance in the mines

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Mornings of Gold

I'm so far behind its not even funny, but I have FINALLY finished my second entry for @roosterforme Top Gun Rocktober event. I used my all time favorite song to create this completely self indulgent romance piece and I have zero apologies for it. ;) Pairing: Phoenix and Bob Words: 5433 Warnings: fluff, mild smut (no grave detail), kissing, did I mention fluff? *I do not own the Top Gun characters.*

Lightening illuminated the windows while rain tap danced across the glass. A deafening crack of thunder shook the entirety of Bob’s apartment, rattling some of his frames on the wall and causing both he and Phoenix to jump in their seats. They were deep into their third round of Go-Fish and a lunch wager was riding on the winner of this last bout. It was serious and they both were concentrating so hard on their cards that the storm jolted them out of their haze.

“I hope the power holds.” Bob said while studying the dwindling stack of cards in his hand.

“And if it doesn’t, we light some candles and keep going.”

“Phee, I don’t have any candles.”

“Floyd. I thought you were a Boy Scout?”

“I didn’t say I was a good one.” he whispered with a sheepish shrug.

“Thank goodness for flashlights.”

“I don’t have those either.”

Phoenix let out a huff “Guess I should plug my phone in, just in case huh?” she said exasperatedly as she stood to grab her charger from her backpack.

Phoenix loved being back in Lemoore with Bob, despite returning to their original squadrons. She missed flying with Bob, but their weekly meet ups for movies and card games helped. After the uranium mission they seemed to gravitate to one another, no one else able to understand the weight of what they went through together, especially since it was top secret, and they weren’t allowed to speak of it. Between the bird strike and the mission, both of them had changed and they were thankful they had each other to lean on. Bob had suffered nightmares for a while and Phoenix had trouble enjoying things outside of work in the “real world” like she used to. Their friendship carried them through those foggy first few months post mission.

Things had started to feel warm and fuzzy to Natasha about three months after their return to Lemoore. She was spending a lot of time with Bob, and they had become relaxed with each other. Movie nights now consisted of Bob wrapping his arm around her while she leaned into his side or Phoenix running her hands through his hair when he laid his head in her lap on the couch. Card games now include occasional rubs of one foot on the others under the table. Trips into town might find them holding hands and the one Saturday they drove out to the coast Bob held her hand on the gear shift of his truck the whole way. Neither of them spoke of the closeness they were experiencing; it was comfortable and comforting and neither seemed to find issue with it or the need to discuss.

Phoenix returned to the small dinning nook where Bobs card table and folding chairs were set up. He was quite a minimalist, but she didn’t mind, up until now anyways. She plugged the phone in then flopped on to her backwards chair, straddling it in her plaid pajama pants and eyed Bob mischievously. Another rumble of thunder rattled the walls, and her grin grew in feigned innocence.

Bob looked up at her over his glasses with a furrowed brow, then back to his cards.

“Got any eights?”

“Go fish”

He grunted and picked up a card from the pile between them. “Phee, how is it possible you are so good at everything right down to child level card games?”

She giggled at her bespeckled best friend.

“What can I say? It’s a gift.” She winked at Bob, and he shook his head with a boyish grin.

“I’m pretty sure I’m a few cards away from owing you sushi.”

“I think you might be right.”

And he was. Moments later Phoenix won and jumped out of her chair, fist pumping the air victoriously. Bob just smiled at her then cleaned up the pile of cards.

“Movie time! What do you want to watch?” she asked, flitting into the living room, and flopping down onto the couch.

Bob called from the kitchen where he was cleaning up their snack mess from the table.

“I chose last week. It’s your turn.”

“Ok let me see what I can find.”

Bob joined her on the couch, pulling her legs into his lap as he sat next to her.

“My feet probably stink, Bob.”

“I don’t smell anything, so you’re good.”

She smirked and went back to scrolling through the movies on the streaming service app on Bobs tv.

Suddenly Phoenix sat up quickly, her legs flying out of his lap.

“OH!” she shouted, causing Bob to startle. “This is my favorite movie ever!”

“I thought Die Hard was your favorite?” He asked.

“That’s my favorite Christmas movie.”

“Phee. Die Hard is not a Christmas movie.”

“I’m not having this argument with you again for the hundredth time, Robert.” she said as she gently popped his chest with the back of her hand.

Bob put his hands up in defense then looked up at the screen to see a picture of a heavily made-up David Bowie surrounded by furry characters.

“Labyrinth? What’s it about?”

She whipped around on the couch to look at him with complete disbelief on her face.

“You’re joking? You’ve never heard of Labyrinth!? I know you’re a baby and all but it’s only one of the most amazing cult classics of the 1980’s. David Bowie, Jennifer Connelly, and a host of Jim Henson puppets.”

He smiled at her enthusiasm. “I am not that young and no, I haven’t. I’m gonna to be honest Phee, this surprises me.”

“What? Why?” she asked frowning.

“Your idea of a top-notch movie usually involves heavy gunfire and a string of cuss words throughout. Not Muppets.”

Phoenix rolled her eyes then pressed play. She shifted her legs around so she could lean into his side and Bob instinctively wrapped his arm around her shoulders as they settled in to watch the fantasy movie.

“Yeah well, this one is special from my childhood and my favorite song on the planet is in it.”

“Oh yeah?” he asked.

“Yeah. I’ll tell you which one when it pops up.”

The opening refrains of Bowie began to trickle through the surround sound as they relaxed together on the couch. Somewhere along the way Bob began to rub small circles on Nat’s bare arm and her head came to rest on his shoulder.

Later in the movie, the main character of Sarah bit into a laced peach and Natasha whispered up to Bob.

“This is it. The dream sequence has my favorite song.”

The light melody of As the World Falls Down by David Bowie began to serenade the masked dancers on screen and Natashas eyes lit up. She had always loved this part as a child. The stunning attire, the soft lullaby of the love song. As she grew up, she began to realize the whole movie was a euphemism for coming of age and the song gained all new meaning for her. The lyrics started to take the shape of her journey out into the real world. College, commissioning, flight school, and traveling the globe. She missed her picturesque childhood, but it was time to grow up, whether she wanted to or not. The only thing she hadn’t found along the way was the magical love story she thought she would have when she watched the costumed actors waltz around the dreamscape as a young girl. What she considered the last card in the grown-up deck. She had relationships over the years, but nothing that swept her off her feet the way she thought would happen. No one had promised her mornings of gold or Valentine evenings like the song said, but she was hopeful that might change, sooner or later.

Once Sarah shattered the walls of the fancy ballroom, ending the pretty scene, Bob reached over to grab the remote from the coffee table and paused the movie. Phoenix didn’t move other than to pick up her head and look at him questioningly.

“Phee. The movie is weird. But that song is beautiful. I can see why you like it. It’s sort of sad too.”

She gave him a gentle smile. “It really is. And this scene has always been magical but also sad for me. Romantic and whimsical. Sarah’s caught between being a child and a woman and all the things she thinks she wants but also the things she doesn’t realize yet she will miss about being a kid. I relate to the song and the themes of the movie.”

“You do?” He questioned.

“Sure. I had a normal, happy childhood, but like most kids, I couldn’t wait to grow up. I wanted the adventure, the freedom, the uh” she hesitated, lowering her eyes to his chest, “um, love, found only in the grown-up world. Now though, I wish I could go back sometimes. I love my life, but I miss the, um, innocence of being a kid. The tough stuff like top secret scary missions didn’t exist yet.” She nudged him with a knowing look, and he grinned.

“Good at kid’s card games and carrying philosophical conversation about children’s movies to boot. You’re not as scary as people think you are.” He mused.

She snickered and lightly elbowed him in the ribs. “Yes I am.”

Bob grunted on impact, then blew out a heavy breath. “Fine. You’re not as scary as I thought you were. You’re just a big softy.” And he winked at her.

Another bang of thunder rolled through the skies above and they both jumped.

“We better finish this before the power goes out.” She said and he mumbled his agreement, pressing play on the remote again.

The storm began to clear out as the movie came to an end. Phoenix stood and stretched her arms over head while Bob turned the TV off.

“Final verdict?” She asked when he stood up next to her.

“I still say weird, but Bowie’s music is brilliant and it’s definitely a unique way of portraying the transition from child to getting older. 4 out of 5 stars.”

She smiled at him adoringly before patting his cheek and heading for the entry way.

“I’m glad you liked it. I think our friendship would be over if you hadn’t.” she said with a laugh as she scooped up her backpack from the floor and started rummaging for her keys.

“Nat?” she turned to face Bob while shimmying into her sneakers.

He seemed nervous, shoving his hands into the pockets of his shorts. “Were you planning to go to Captain Holloways wedding next weekend?”

That wasn’t what she was expecting. They both received invitations, but they hadn’t really talked about it.

“I don’t know, you?”

“Well. I was thinking.” He ran his right hand through his hair, stalling. “That is. Do you want to go with me?” He rocked back and forth from his toes to his heels like a rocking horse, his shoulders all the way to his ears as he waited for her to respond.

“Oh! Why Robert Floyd, are you asking me to be your date?” She crossed her arms with a questioning smirk on her face.

His cheeks turned a light shade of pink. “Well, ah, Yeah, I guess I am. But” he put both hands up defensively and his words rushed out. “I get it if you don’t want to go. Or go with me. We can just meet up there if you want. Or do something else? Shoot. I bet you already have a date. Or I don’t have to go at all if you want to go with someone else or go alone. I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have been presumptuous. You know what? Let’s just forget I asked.” And he let out a nervous chuckle.

Phoenix had not changed body or face position through his little freak out. She found him absolutely adorable when he was nervous. Inside a plane he was steady as the driving rain outside, but on the ground, he was shy, and it was endearing.

“Bob” she said, then she took the three steps across the entry way to stand in front of him. Phoenix placed her hands on his biceps, rose up on her tippy toes, and lightly pecked him on the cheek. “I’d love to be your date for the wedding. Pick me up at 6?” Then she gave him a brilliant smile.

Relief washed over his face. This sweet man was really starting to create warm feelings in her that she wasn’t expecting but didn’t hate.

“Oh, ok. Great. I’ll pick you up at 6 then. You be careful out there going home, ok?” She removed her hands from his arms then slid them around his midsection to hug him. He wrapped his long lanky arms around her and gave her a light squeeze over her backpack.

“I will. See you tomorrow.” And with one last sweet smile she grabbed her umbrella from the porch, popped it open, and darted out into the muggy drizzle, an extra bounce to her steps as she made a beeline for her car.

Several days later, after a busy week at work, Phoenix was staring at her reflection in the full-length mirror in her bedroom. It had been a long time since she had attended a wedding, or any sort of formal event, that wasn’t for the military and didn’t involve her dress uniform. The ceremony was going to be outside overlooking a vineyard, the reception in an open-air barn, and it was quite warm for May in southern California. Many of her coworkers would be in attendance, including her very special date, so she knew she was never going to hear the end of it when they caught sight of her in something other than a flight suit for once.

She spent the afternoon before at a local department store trying on dresses. She honestly didn’t even own an appropriate dress for an evening summer wedding. The few dresses she owned were tiny, black, and were rarely donned. She must have tried on at least 25 dresses, looking for the right one. If she was honest with herself, she was a little nervous. Yes, she and Bob had been friends for a while now, but this felt different. It was different. The little butterflies in her stomach told her things were changing and that thought both scared her and thrilled her. He was so different from anyone she had ever been with before. His strength wasn’t in his brawn or bravado, it was in his quiet determination, unyielding devotion, and his rarely shared dry wit. He was handsome in an old Hollywood sort of way, and he never tried to make her feel small, obviously not scared of a female leader. She could admit that their friendship was based, at first, on trauma bonding but had since evolved into something she trusted. She just hoped he felt the same way. He did ask her out after all, so surely, he felt the shift in their relationship too.

The dress she settled on was a pale pink satin draped dress with spaghetti straps. She purchased a simple shawl in an even softer pink shade and nude kitten heels to go with it. Her hair was always up in the regulation bun so tonight she put a little curl in it and left it down, her grandmother’s pearl earrings completing the ensemble. Natasha ran her hands over the smooth fabric as she studied herself in the mirror. She felt one hundred percent confident until it came to her feminine side. She loved being a woman and pretty things, but she was more prepared to fly an F/A-18 in drab green flight suits and kick back for beers with the guys after work than step out for a night on the town in a slinky pink dress. Just as she was preparing to talk herself out of going, she heard a knock at her front door.

Shit. Bobs here. Too late now.

Giving herself one more glance in the mirror, she hesitantly tucked a small strand of hair behind her ear, placed her phone in her small clutch, and headed for the door. With one last deep breath, she opened the door and watched the pool-blue eyes on the other side grow exponentially in a matter of seconds.

Phoenix watched Bob swallow hard and begin to stammer but bless the man no actual words came out at first. She managed a small smile at him and his large grin in return made her heart flutter.

He cleared his throat then tried again. “Wow, uh Phee, you look, um, just wow.” His cheeks were bright red.

Bob looked incredibly attractive in a tailored three-piece grey suit with a white shirt and a striped tie in darker shades of blue. Phoenix felt a little flustered as well, not just from Bobs reaction but her own attraction to the handsome WSO in front of her. She stepped out of the apartment, locking the door behind her, then turned back to Bob’s still wide eyes. With a small giggle she pecked his cheek.

“You’re pretty wow yourself. Ready to go?”

Bob shook his head, seeming to clear fog from his mind, letting out a small chuckle as he offered his elbow for Phoenix to take. “Yes mam.” And they took off for the evening.

The ceremony was nothing short of spectacular. The sunset showed gorgeous hues of purple and orange as the couple said their vows and exchanged rings. Somewhere in the middle of the captains’ vows while he spoke of feeling whole and complete by his soon to be wife, Bobs hand slid over and picked up Phoenix hand, wrapping his fingers between hers and moving it until both of their hands came to rest on his leg, his eyes remaining transfixed on the alter ahead. Phoenix tensed briefly, her eyes shifting sideways then quickly to their joined hands and finally back to the service. Was she sweating? Between the heavy emotions of the wedding, the story book surroundings, and Bobs large, calloused hand gripping hers, Phoenix skin was prickling warm, and her heart fluttered in her chest.

Once the groom kissed his bride and the procession was completed, the guests made their way to the outdoor barn for the cocktail hour and reception. Bobs hand slipped to Phoenix lower back as he gently guided her along the brick path toward the glowing string lights twinkling above the tables of the party area. Soft music played from the DJ stand as they gathered drinks from the bar and made their way to the seats at a round table labeled with their names on dainty gold embossed cards. Before she could say or do anything, Bob pulled her chair out for her with a gentle grin. Phoenix returned the smile and thanked him as she took her seat amongst some fellow aviators from various squadrons at Lemoore and their dates.

Once seated, Bob leaned over and whispered low in her ear “Thank you for coming with me. You’re so beautiful Phee. I’m honored to have the prettiest date here.”

Phoenix turned her head slightly, her eyes meeting his glowing blue orbs, and the butterflies in her tummy began to dance all at once. She could feel warmth creeping up her cheeks. He was too sweet for words, and she knew she was falling hard.

“Thank you for asking me. I’m having a wonderful time. And you’re not too bad yourself.” She said as she reached up to straighten his tie.

He smiled at her, a full, toothy smile that made the corners of his eyes crinkle and she returned the smile wholeheartedly.

All through dinner and the initial formalities such as a toast and first dance, Bob continued to land gentle touches to Phoenix, sending chills along her body even through the warmth of the Southern California evening. At one point he wrapped his arm around the back of her chair and began rubbing tiny circles on her bare arm while he carried an idle conversation about something work related with the pilot sitting next to him. They didn’t speak out loud to each other much, choosing to just relax and enjoy the joyous atmosphere around them as their tablemates came and went. An hour or so into the event, the party really kicked up when the dance floor opened, and the DJ began turning various tunes from slow country to club beats.

Bob and Phoenix decided to find the Bride and Groom to give them their congratulations then mingle amongst their friends and colleagues. Phoenix ended up surrounded by several ladies she knew, some from work and some the spouses or girlfriends of other aviators. The gaggle began praising her looks, asking questions about her dress and shoes. Phoenix was so wrapped up in the conversation, trying not to appear as uncomfortable as she felt, that she didn’t notice her date slip away.

A soft melody began to float through the air, and she recognized the early refrain immediately. It was her song. The one she loved so much from her favorite movie. Phoenix excused herself quickly, turning to search for the person she knew had to be responsible. Standing a few feet away, next to the dance floor, was Bob, his outstretched hand beckoning her to join him. She closed the distance between them and slid her hand into his, allowing him to lead her to the middle of the dance floor.

He spun her slowly under their joined hands then wrapped his empty arm around her waist, pulling her in close to his chest, their joined hands coming to rest over his heart. The movements took her breath away. The whole thing was straight out of her childhood dreams. They swayed to the melody under the twinkling lights and her heart all but burst. Bob pulled her so close that her head came to rest sideways on his chest and she heard his dulcet tones begin to sing the song quietly into her head.

I’ll paint you mornings of gold

I’ll spin you Valentine evenings

Though we’re strangers until now

We’re choosing the path

Between the stars

I’ll leave my love

Between the stars

She looked up at him with surprise. “You learned the words!?”

His soft smile matched the gentle look in his eyes. “I listened to it on repeat for the last three days.”

She didn’t know what to say, this was something straight out of a fairytale. Out of her dreams. He requested her song. He made her imagination come to life. Phoenix knew nothing in her life could ever overwhelm her emotions like this beautiful moment with her Bob. As she began to fight the tears pooling in her eyes, she laid her head back on his chest and continued to sway as the song came to an end. Even after the tune changed to another slow song, they just stood still, holding each other. Phoenix could feel Bobs heart pounding through his chest, and she knew her own heart matched his rushing rhythm.

She barely heard his whisper above the sounds of the party around her. “Wanna get out of here?”

Not trusting her voice as she still fought back tears, she shook her head in affirmative. His hand still holding hers moved to raise her chin and their eyes met, his looking slightly wet like hers. “Your place?” he asked nervously, his cerulean eyes searching hers.

Phoenix released a small gasp, understanding the implications of his question, then nodded her head yes as she let out a breathy “yes.”

The ride back to her small two-bedroom bungalow was quiet, Bobs old truck rumbling down the road with tender tunes on the radio and his hand holding hers on the gear shift. They didn’t look at each other, nervous tension instead filling the cab. He pulled into her driveway and hurried out of the truck, practically sprinting around to the passenger side to open her door. He offered his hand, and she took it, not ever saying a word as they walked hand in hand up to the small wooden porch. She began to open her small clutch to pull out her keys but his large hand reached up and brushed the back of her hand, stopping her movements.

“Phee” he whispered, and she looked up at him, watching his eyes cloud over. Bobs hands worked their way across the slippery fabric covering her hips and he pulled her in impossibly close. Then their lips met, slowly. Stars exploded behind her closed eyes, blinding her in white light that felt warm and inviting. His lips were smooth and moved hesitantly at first. With her ears ringing she pushed into his lips slightly and he understood her nudge, deepening the kiss assuredly. Phoenix wrapped her arms under his and around his waist as she opened her mouth slightly, allowing him entrance. So many words unspoken poured into their kiss, and the world fell down. Her walls slipped away and she realized all at once that this was the love she had been hoping for.

All at once she broke the kiss, her eyes watching his flutter open confused. She was a little breathless but she gave him a soft smile.

“Stay with me?” she asked, feeling extremely shy and vulnerable.

The almost startled expression his face shown caused her to giggle, but he managed to shake his head yes before she opened the door and led him into her dark house by his hand. Bob barely got the door closed behind him as she walked him through the house to her tiny back bedroom. Once they reached the door, she dropped his hand to enter the room and turn on the bedside lamp. He remained in the doorway, and she looked over her shoulder with a smile at him, dropping her shawl and clutch on the bedside table before she began to remove her earrings. It was like an intimate dance. His eyes were on her as she removed small articles, a show she was putting on just for him. A way of saying thank you for the special night and that she wanted this with him. She hoped she wasn’t coming on too strong to scare him away. If she really admitted the truth to herself, she had wanted Bob in this way for a long time.

Just as she was about to tell him they could just watch a movie if he wanted, she watched him strode into the room, coming to stand behind her. She was just placing the second earring on the bedside table as she felt his hands slide around her waist from behind. Her hands came to rest on his and then her body shuddered when his lips met the bare skin of her shoulder.

“Phee.” He barely said above a whisper. Then he kissed slightly higher, sending a chill straight down her spine when his warm lips met the sensitive skin where her shoulder met her neck. “Look at me.”

She turned in his arms until they were eye to eye, her head craned back to look up at him. Bobs large hand ghosted across her cheek and into her hair, tucking a few strands behind her ear. Then that hand cupped the side of her neck, and he pulled her in for another languid kiss. Her skin felt on fire, everywhere. Phoenix had never felt this way before and she couldn’t believe what was happening, but in the best way possible. She broke the kiss with a small pop of their lips and once his eyes were open and on her she all but blurted out “I love you, Bob.”

Embarrassment at her hasty declaration was coloring her cheeks and he let out a chuckle that made her squirm with further mortification. But if Bob noticed, he didn’t say anything. He simply guided his other hand to the other side of her neck and smiled the most brilliant smile before returning her words. “I love you Natasha Trace.”

She could feel the tears welling in her eyes again as she found her words again. She felt bold as she stood up straighter and asked, “Stay with me?”

He kissed the tip of her nose then said through a smile “As long as you’ll have me.”

The next few moments were a blur of touching and kissing. Her hands worked the buttons of his vest and undoing his tie while his slid the zipper of her dress down her back. Once the tie and vest were off, she guided the straps of her dress down her arms, letting it drop to the floor. There she stood in nothing but her white strapless bra, a thin white thong, and her heels. She felt exposed and unsure of what to do as his eyes looked down her body then back up, taking her in.

“God Phee, you’re stunning. I’m, uh, I’m.” He hesitated as his eyes met her again. “I’m honored that you trust me like this.”

There was the confidence she loved hidden under the shyness. His appreciation of her was nothing she had ever experienced before, and she suddenly didn’t feel so uncertain anymore. She knew she wanted to share herself with him and in turn, take him in. Her damp eyes remained on his as her hands swiftly worked the buttons of his dress shirt open, practically ripping it off of him. Then her eyes grew wide.

“Robert Floyd, you’ve been keeping a secret.” She rasped with a mischievous look on her face. He began to blush under her scrutiny, and she giggled. Phoenix ran her manicured fingernails down his chiseled abs as she reached for his pant button.

After that, all clothes removed and his glasses discarded by her pearl earrings, they slid slowly onto her bed, a tangling of hands and kisses full of love and admiration. He worshipped her skin with his lips and touches, leaving no spot untouched. Phoenix felt like she was going to melt away, the heat of her body searing with each feather light kiss he left. He worked his way down her body, then back up, her chest now rising and falling quickly with pants of lust. She had never needed someone so much in her life as she needed Robert Floyd at that very moment. While he nibbled on the juncture of her shoulder and neck, she turned her head toward his and whispered into his ear.

“Love me. Please? Make love to me?” she asked with assurance.

Bobs eyes met hers, looking a little surprised at first, then they relaxed, a dazed grin crossing his lips. He lowered his head to kiss her as he moved himself between her legs.

It was slow and burning and passionate and beyond any of her wildest dreams. Their bodies rocked in tandem as he whispered his love onto her lips. He filled her body and spirit with everything they had been feeling for months and she couldn’t pull him close enough to her. They became one. It overwhelmed her, made her feel desperate on a whole new level she didn’t know she could feel.

The feelings overtook her, and she began to whimper as she met the most beautiful sensation she had ever felt before. Hot and freeing. She found what she had been missing. Her new favorite song became the pants of her name on his lips over and over again his own finality was reached.

A mess of hot breath, rapidly rising and falling chests, and wet eyes lay stilling in the hazy lamp light. A single tear escaped her eye, and he caught it with his finger as it ran down her cheek. Bob rolled them over and tucked her small frame into his side as their breath slowed. She felt him gently kiss the top of her head.

“Thank you.” He said through ragged breaths.

She sat up on her elbow and looked at him, trying to convey with her face all the love she felt in that moment.

“No. Thank you. For making my fairytale come true.” They smiled at each other before she moved back to his side, and she realized Bob was the morning of gold she had been waiting for. Her world was no longer falling down, and she drifted off to sleep feeling he had placed the moon within her heart. She wanted to follow a path between the stars with him forever.

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Working everyday sucks. I mean is this the life we dreamt of when we were young? I mean I had the choice between knowledge and sports. I chose the academic way but there are days I wish for another chance to decide. Working with my body instead of my brain would be cool. Is there a Chronivac program to solve this problem?

Dude, I understand you so well. I mean, you're in-house counsel at your company, 48 years old…. Got 20 more years to work. The peak of your career is probably right now. Damn it! If you would have made the right decision at the right time… I'll choose the setting "Become younger with simultaneous modification of the past". Means in clear language, you become now each hour a year younger. And at the same time you have dedicated yourself one year more to a career as an athlete. Whether you end up as a gold medal winner, Formula 1 champion or coach of a soccer team in the district league, I can't tell you yet. But I'm keeping my fingers crossed for you.

Friday morning, 6:00 a.m. At this time you feel like an old man. Your back has been better. But trust me, in a few minutes you will feel better. Your mind is already off the weekly meeting in the shower. They're on the runs you're planning for the weekend. By the time you sit down to breakfast at 7:00 a.m. (raw vegetables, sugar-free muesli, low-fat quark), you already feel considerably fitter. You sold your car a year ago. Your new bike was almost as expensive. And now you ride it to the office like every morning.

09:00 a.m., weekly meeting of the department heads. Since you've been doing more sports, you love Casual Friday. Your tight suit pants fit snugly and your rolled-up arms show off your tanned, wiry forearms. Three years of hard training are having an effect. It's certainly helped your career, too. Most of the other department heads are not only fatter than you, they are also much older.

The morning goes well, at lunchtime you can convince your colleagues to have sushi. Normally, they always go out for schnitzel at the brewery on Fridays. Then you would have had to take a salad again. And a non-alcoholic beer. Okay, that would have worked, too. But in the meantime it causes you physical pain to watch how some people maltreat their bodies. As you brush your teeth in the office after lunch, you grin very contentedly in the mirror. You are now 40 years old. But as a rule, everyone thinks you're younger. Triathlon and soccer have gotten you out of your post-college slump over the past eight years. And now you're the departmental Adonis. One of the youngest department heads in the entire group. And an absolute winning smile!

The building empties out at 3:00 pm. But you don't just give your all in sports. When you shut down the computer at 6:00 p.m., all the e-mails have been processed. Yes, you are considered an absolute nerd. And you are. Ever since you graduated with your bachelor's degree 12 years ago, you've been working hard. In sports as well as in your job. Your promotion is only a matter of time. But that doesn't matter. You hang up your suit in your closet, stuff your shirt, shoes and knee socks into your backpack, put on your racing bike outfit and start cycling. You'd like to do another 100 kilometers tonight. Two and a half hours would be a good time… Sometime between 20:00 o'clock and 21:00 o'clock it makes click. You almost lost control of the bike. You are now just under 24 years old. And after graduating from high school, you decided to become a carpenter. The alternative would have been to study law. Like your father, like your grandmother, like your brother. But even though you weren't particularly talented at handicrafts, you wanted to do something completely different. Something physical. And fuck, that was the right decision. Today, at 33, you have your own business, plenty of time for sports, and certainly a much more relaxed life than your brother….

Now the changes come one after the other. The beginning of the transformation quickly reaches your 17th and 16th birthday. And the younger you are at the time of onset, the more serious the effects.

At 11:00 p.m. you lie in bed showered. It was a hard day. But you love your job. In the past, you would have dreamed of a different life. When you started playing soccer at the age of 14, you were already too old for the big career. Well, you were active in the second Bundesliga for a while. But now, as a physiotherapist and fitness trainer at a first league club, you're not dissatisfied. It pays pretty good money. And a bit of the boys' glamour falls on you, too. At least you get around a lot… You fall asleep at the thought.

Alarm clock rings like every day at 06:00 o'clock. You don't give a shit that it's Saturday. Could also be Sunday or Christmas. Drink a liter of water to detox, then run ten kilometers. At 07:30 your physiotherapist comes to the hotel room, 08:30 breakfast with the team. Kickoff for the soccer game is today at 8:30 p.m. Until then, light training, a yoga session and coaching with your social media consultant are scheduled.

Let the haters make fun of the soccer millionaires. You've been fighting for your career since your foot first touched a ball. And you work a hell of a lot harder for success than any armchair farter who studied business, law or mechanical engineering. And that's why you will win today!

#male tf #muscle tf #reality change #chronivac #age reduction #male transformation #muscle transformation

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raspberrysmoon · 7 months

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character updates!!!!! as i think of things about familes, theyll get a post :D

this is set in fall/early winter of 2020. the seniors (steph, pete, etc) are the class of 2021.

the perkins houston household.

tom houston - 45 - he/him, cishet - birthday: 7-22-75. born on a tuesday.

- tom has been married for almost 21 years. he got married at 22, on september 22. married on *day*.

- he wants more kids. desperately. he'd do anything for a baby girl.

- tom has no glaring health issues. bad knees, maybe, and pretty roughed up hands from working with high speed blades all day, but nothing else.

- tom was and is a safe place for nerds at hatchetfield high. he knows them all by name and backpack, and knows loads about each of them. he's tried to intervene several times with max and his tyranny, and never managed to. he can only with he'd helped ruth and richie before they died.

- tom was pretty high on max's hitlist. he was ninth, actually. had max not.. disappeared, tom would've died.

jane perkins - 44 - she/her, cis, possibly bi - birthday: 8-18-76. born on a wednesday.

- jane has been married for almost 21 years. he got married at 21, on september 22. married on a wednesday.

- jane is a therapist, and has been for over seven years. she specializes in children and teens.

- jane is profoundly deaf. she lost most of her hearing when she was very young- before emma was born- and has had hearing aids ever since. she's fluent in sign language, and can read lips pretty well.

- jane has no other health issues aside from her hearing. she does need glasses at night because of severe astigmatism, which runs in her family.

- jane was ruths therapist. she worked with ruth (and ruths sister) for most of their lives.

- jane does NOT want any more kids. not biological, anyway. her first pregnancy was high risk, and she'd rather not do it again

- jane was not on max's kill list. he respects her, on some level. he would've killed her eventually, but not any time soon.

tim houston - 14 - he/him, cishet - birthday: 10-21-06 born on a saturday.

- tim is the unlucky one. he's got some sort of chronic condition which causes fainting spells. he also inherited his mothers astigmatism.

- tim and hannah are friends. they arent super close, but tim hangs out with her after school in toms classroom. they both get anxiety spikes around each other, and choose to ignore it

- tim has no visions, but does have mildly prophetic abilities. he's yet to unlock these, and likely never will.

- tim has an affinity for meat, specifically seafood. he goes out at least once a year with his dad for sushi. they bond over this.

- tim hates winter. its too cold for him.

- he also hates spiders. he's terrified of them. this is a fear he shares strongly with his dad.

#as a reference- hannah is 15. steph is 18 #starkid #hatchetfield #tim houston #tom houston #jane perkins #raspberry writes #i curse the day #character sheets #hatchetverse #hatchetfield musicals

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thelastsaiyanprincess · 28 days

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#just for funsies #hehe

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sayakasnonsense · 10 months

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My sister’s friend.

Pairing: Jean’s twin sister! Reader x Diluc

Pun: What did the sushi say to the bee? Wasabee!

A/N: not actually a big Diluc fan, but I’m gonna try to write for more characters!

xoxo, sayaka.sy

“Jean! I’m going over to deliver something to Dawn Winery! Want me to get you and Barbara anything back?” Your voice rings loud and clear up the stairs. You work as an adventurer for the adventure guild, and you’re currently finishing a delivery commission from someone from the Dawn Winery. You hear Jean yell back, “No need!”.

After packing, you set off for Dawn Winery. After a bit, you arrive at the mansion, knocking on the entrance, digging out the delivery package from your backpack. As one of the maids open the door, you walk in, distracted by how big the mansion was. As you wander up the stairs, you glance at the crystal chandelier on the ceiling. As you wave at some of the customers on the floor below, you look around, trying to find the person that you had to deliver things to.

Suddenly, you feel yourself crash into someone. Panicking, scramble to pick up your things, stammering apologies. Suddenly, you hear a vaguely familiar voice. “Are you okay?” You look up, struggling to remember who the redhead in front of you was. “I’m good… uhh Diluc right? You’re Jean’s friend…?”

Diluc nods, “what’re you doing here?” Showing him your delivery package, you explain you have to deliver this to a maid working in the Dawn Winery.

“Ah, I see. Well… would you care to join me for some lunch soon?” Diluc asks, somewhat emotionlessly. You nod, confused, “sure! Why though, is there something wrong?” The redhead shakes his head, looking away, a faint blush on his face. “No no… I just want to get to know such a pretty lady better.”

You giggle and nod, taking his hand and reassuring him, “it’s okay! I’d like to do the same”.

#genshin diluc #diluc x reader #diluc ragnvindr #diluc fluff #diluc x you #diluc x y/n #diluc ragnivindr x reader #genshin impact x reader #genshin x reader #genshin fluff

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d4isywhims · 1 year

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weekend tings 🌻

after having lunch at her fav sushi spot in senbamachi, mawar decided to visit the onsen everyone keeps raving about back in san myshuno ♨️ ALSO mawar completed the first stage of the mt komorebi sightseer aspiration!! :D so now we're currently working on the next stage of the aspiration lol

backpacker

eat food using chopstick ✔️

soak for a long time in a hot spring ✔️

#mawar hendri #r1: mt komorebi #ts4globetrotter #globetrotter challenge #ts4 #ts4 gameplay #ts4 screenshots #the sims 4 #the sims 4 gameplay #the sims 4 screenshots #mt komorebi

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msviperwrites · 3 months

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Chapter 2:

Part 1

Pairing: Kendall Roy X Reader (but kinda OFC?)

OKAY KENDALL GIRLIES 👀 I don’t think you’re ever going to view sushi the same again

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Tense would be the easiest way to describe the atmosphere of Rava’s apartment at 8:30 am Monday. As Sonnie rode up the elevator, the doors opened to an angry Kendall holding a printed document in his hand. He was gesturing wildly and on the border of yelling.

“Not fucking good enough Jess, not good enough!” He stormed towards the opposing wall, placing his hands on his hips while still holding the papers.

“Kendall,”

“What did I say? I said I wanted to get on the disruption THIS week. I need to—“

“Kendall—“ Jess insisted.

He spun around,

Pissed. “What the f—“ his eyes caught Sonnie and she looked at him startled as she stepped into the apartment.

She wasn’t sure what else to do but smile.

“Morning,” Sonnie said. Jess turned to face her and smiled weakly. Kendall sighed with a scowl. The intern stepped forward again and found a seat in the living room.

“I was just telling Kendall that I wanted to have you—“

“Jess, you’re out on this. Sonnie, you need to contact Sofia from the Disruption's team and book me for this week. I want an appearance on Thursday. Understood?”

Sonnie swung her black backpack around to her front and rummaged through it while making her way to the white couch in the living room. She sat down, grabbed her planner, and began to write down information as Kendall paced furiously.

“I’ll give you the contact Info for them…” Jess half whispered as she got up and declared louder for Kendall to hear, “I’m grabbing water" before

scampering down the hall.

Sonnie glanced between where Jess had left and Kendall, who was still pacing.

“Everything alright?” Sonnie asked timidly. She twirled the pen in her hand while looking up at Kendall, who snapped in her direction. His eyes looked wild.

“Bad question."

"I'm sorry?" Sonnie was surprised by his tone.

Jess reappeared. “I have the next set of interviews to take care of now for the second intern… Sonnie I left you an on-boarding manual to look over in the kitchen as well as the contact information. I’ll loop back with you around lunch.” She checked her watch. “Alright, I have to run. Kendall, can I trust that I’m leaving Sonnie in good hands?” Jess half-joked.

Kendall was not amused. “Yep.”

She gave Sonnie a sympathetic look before she excused herself and left.

A silence fell before Kendall exhaled. “Sorry Sonnie…" He cleared his throat and ran his hand through his hair. "This internship’s gonna be a baptism by fire.”

“Honestly, As long as I’m getting paid I don’t care what fires need to be put out,” she stated. Kendall grinned for the first time this morning.

"Good answer." He warmed noticeably.

“Oh! uh...Speaking of which—“Kendall held up his hand, signaling to wait, and left the room. Sonnie tried her best to not gawk at the apartment, but her jaw became slack as she looked at the spiral staircase in the middle of the room, the wall of windows, the Steinway piano. The wealth some people had was astounding.

Severe imposter syndrome began to set in. Sonnie was working for arguably one of the most powerful men in the world, as a little intern. Her hands began to jitter as she twirled her hair nervously. Kendall re-entered the room with a white box. He was smiling ear to ear as Sonnie's face lit up in recognition.

“Can’t contact Sofia if you don’t have a good phone…” Kendall trailed off. The excitement in his voice was subtle but there. Sonnie stood and he placed himself directly in front of her, extending the boxed phone. “I got you the one terabyte model—“

Sonnie gasped audibly “That’s literally sixteen hundred dollars?! I-I don’t even know what to say… I could barely afford the 158 gigabyte one…”

Kendall continued to grin.“Yeah well, I figured you can use all the storage for work or whatever the fuck you want. So no worries. Consider it a sign-on bonus.”

Sonnie turned on her new phone and beamed. It was the same color as her original. He somehow remembered.

“Ah!” She threw her arms around Kendall’s neck enthusiastically. “Thank you!!!” She squealed. Kendall gently wrapped one arm around her waist

“You’re welcome.” he paused, taking in the lavender scent from her hair. he should have stepped away from the embrace, but the moment of kindness and genuine joy Sonnie experienced was contagious. His grip around her ribs tightened. Sonnie noticed, and stepped away just before Kendall added the next arm. She looked down at her feet feeling flush, not knowing Kendall was planning on really cementing her to him.

“I’ll let you get in contact with Sofia… I need to join a Zoom meeting.” He shuffled towards what Sonnie could make out to be the kitchen area and noticed a large patio that Kendall made his way to.

Sonnie saw a sticky note with The Disruptions number on the back of the phone box and a little p.s. from Jess who wrote it, telling Sonnie to meet her at Karma Sushi for lunch at 1 pm. Sonnie got to calling and scrambled to get a time slot for her new boss.

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After two hours of phone tag and tracking down several assistants at the Disruption, Sonnie booked Kendall at prime time on Thursday. Glancing down the hall towards the patio, Sonnie could make out Kendall’s back, which looked tense. She was hesitant at first but made her way through the kitchen and out to her boss. In her grasp was the onboarding manual Jess left her.

“No…no Greg, I said no. You can’t borrow the limo to—“ Kendall heard the door open and close to the patio and looked to see Sonnie standing slightly knocked kneed.

“I’ll call you back.” He hung up the phone that was on speaker and turned to Sonnie.

“Hey,” he said softly.

“Guess who is booked for Thursday night prime time!” Sonnie’s nerves melted and were replaced with excitement from her achievement. Kendall really couldn’t help himself. When she got excited, he did too. It was like a viral infection. He smiled again, happy to see pure, innocent delight, without any ulterior motives. Something Kendall was not used to. Most people wanted something from him.

“I’ll take a stab in the dark and say, me?” He chuckled. She nodded her head, bobbing it up and down dramatically. “Excellent.” Kendall stood from the bistro-style table he was sitting at and closed his laptop. He eyed Sonnie cautiously. Noticing her white button-down blouse slightly pulled apart at her breasts, her black high-waisted slacks gave her a graceful, flattering appearance. her smile began to waver as she noticed Kendall looking a little too long, and she quickly looked down at the manual in her grasp, flushing.

Kendall cleared his throat and stood before saying “Excuse me—“ and shouldered passed her gently, placing his hand on her scapula as he made his way inside. Sonnie lingered on the patio, the sun was warm on her blushing cheeks, and her shoulder scorched where he touched her.

“Fuck.” Kendall mumbled under his breath as he sped his way into the bathroom. He shut the door behind him, locking it. He felt a wave of nausea hit him, most likely from the pounding hangover that continued to flare up the longer the day progressed. Admittedly, he was still a touch drunk this morning from the charity dinner he went to last night. Sweat began to accumulate on his brow, as saliva coated his throat. He was going to—Puke. In the sink. The contents of his stomach swam around the white basin. He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand and watched as his vomit drained. He took several deep breaths before washing his hands and splashing cold water on his face.

“Just need the hair of the dog…” he muttered half coherent. When the wave of nausea passed, he scrambled into the kitchen, looking for white wine. He saw Sonnie sitting down at the bistro table he was previously at, her back to him. To offer her some alcohol … or not… he paused for a moment, holding the handle to the refrigerator, and decided to grab champagne. If Sonnie thought they were drinking for celebratory reasons… he thought he could get away with drinking with her on the clock.

Kendall pulled a random bottle from a small wine fridge and popped the cork. Sonnie looked over her shoulder from the muffled sound, and saw Kendall standing in his kitchen pouring champagne into two glasses through the wall of windows. She smiled again, and Kendall thought his heart would peel out of his chest and plop on the floor with a dull thud.

“It’s the booze…” he said to himself. “You’re feeling this way cause of the booze… not because of her.” But what was the rattling in his ribs? He grabbed the two glasses and Sonnie crossed her legs and flipped a page of her manual as Kendall re-entered the patio.

“Oh wow!” She beamed. Kendall had to fight the urge to bite his lower lip. “Is that for me?!”

“Just wanted to congratulate you on the start of your career!” He sat at the chair across from her and slid a flute her way. She grasped the stem while Kendall held up his glass. “Cheers, to joining the Roy clan,” he smiled cheekily, one side of his mouth pulling more than the other. Sonnie clinked his glass and sipped. Kendall did the same, maintaining eye contact with her.

“Oh yeah, so quick question about this packet—“ Sonnie began to ask as she pulled the papers in front of Kendall.

“Sorry, don’t know what’s in that so I won’t be very helpful but you can talk to Jess about it at your lunch. I’m a big picture kind of guy.”

“Oh…” she paused for a moment and grabbed her champagne for another sip. Kendall did the same. The alcohol began to soothe his pounding head and churning stomach.

“So what do you really want, Sonnie?” Kendall asked, breaking the silence.

“Huh?”

“I’m talking about goals, ambitions, dreams. How can we make things happen for you while you’re here?” He was genuinely intrigued. He wanted to know exactly where her mind was at.

“Well, I’m twenty-five,”

“Really? You’re just a baby…”

Sonnie felt her stomach lurch. “Oh! Uh, I guess. But I don’t know… I had a dream since I was a kid that I would be a famous author someday. I don’t know why, but I just knew that writing was my calling from an early age.”

“Okay,” he smiled, waiting for her to continue.

“But realistically, I am a great writer and an even better people’s person, so I thought I could pave my way through PR, and write content for influential individuals,” She glanced down at her champagne flute and pressed the cold glass to her lips “such as yourself—“ and took a sip. Kendall liked this. He liked this, a lot.

“Yeah? Well, you couldn’t have picked a better place to start.” He sat back in his seat and gestured around them. “This place can be your fucking kingdom, Sonnie. You tell me what you want to get out of this job, I can make it happen. You want your dreams to come true?” He leaned in across the table, positioning his elbows close to hers. “I can fucking do that too.”

“What do you mean?” She cocked her head to the side.

Oh, Fuck... He licked his dry lips before saying. “Whatever you want, I can help. Because I’m the fucking man. You know what? Matter of fact—“ he pulled out his cell phone. He dialed a number and placed his phone next to his ear.

“Hey, Jess— bad time? Yeah? Oh halfway through the 4th interview? Cancel it. Yep. Cancel all the interviews. I’m hiring Sonnie as a full-time, entry-level PR consultant.”

“What?!” She looked at him astounded. He smiled. Goddamn did he smile. And it felt good, to do something nice for someone. Someone who actually needed it.

“Cool. Start drawing up a contract for her. I was thinking $70,000 a year?” He read Sonnie's amazed expression and grinned. This was chump change to him, so why not pay out more? “Actually, 85 is good. Yeah. Okay. Great. See you at lunch.” He hung up the phone, and Sonnie looked at him with serendipity in her gaze. He downed the rest of his flute before saying “more champagne,” and sauntered inside.

Sonnie feverishly typed a message under the bistro table to Ivy.

“Can’t talk, but Kendall just hired me full-time!!!”

He returned with the bottle in a cold bucket and refilled their glasses.“Kendall— I… I don’t even know what to say.”

“Well you can thank me by doing a good job,” he sat back down and finsihed his flute quickly.

Sonnie followed suit. “Thank you… for giving me a chance I… I really just—“ her throat closed and she felt her eyes water. “—sorry,” she mumbled sheepishly as she dabbed the soft fleshy spot under her lashes, wiping away a straggling tear.

“Hey—“ Kendall’s expression softened. He reached across the table and grabbed her hand. She went to flinch but was surprisingly comfortable with the gentle gesture. The sudden touch felt exhilarating to the two of them. “—You alright?”

“Yeah, sorry. I get really mushy sometimes. Grad school was really tough and I was met with a lot of challenges and financial struggles and you just—“ another tear “Agh, I’m sorry, this is embarrassing.” Kendall’s thumb tenderly rubbed the back of her soft knuckles.

“No, it’s not.”

“It is a little. First day on the job and I’m crying,” she laughed at herself and glanced at the bottle of champagne. Kendall used his free hand to pour her another glass, still holding her hand with his other. She took a sip and laughed again.

“Just… thank you. I can’t tell you how much weight you just lifted off of my life with what you just did.”

“Happy to help,” Kendall said. And he meant it. Her gratitude for the smallest things brought him so much pleasure.

“I’m gonna go freshen up in the bathroom, where is it?”

“The one downstairs isn’t working—“ and smells like vomit… “but if you go up the spiral staircase, there’s a bathroom down the hall on the right.”

She squeezed his hand once, her little fingers felt bony in his large palm, and slipped her hand away before going inside.

Kendall stared down at his palm for a while, feeling her warmth still linger.

Now it was Sonnie’s turn to be in the bathroom. She cleaned up the small smudges of mascara that made tracts on her cheeks and marveled at the gorgeous tiling made with white Italian marble and gold flecks. As she was about to head back down to the patio, her phone began to buzz in her pocket. It was ivy.

“Hey!! Did you see my text?!” Sonnie asked in a hushed tone.

“I did! Listen, I’m so happy for you. I think it’s amazing Kendall wanted to hire you full time… but I just..” Sonnie could hear the concern in Ivy’s voice. “I’m worried about how quickly things are happening. I would be cautious…”

“Oh I am!!”

“Sonnie, I don’t think I need to remind you Kendall Roy’s entire family is literally worth 25 billion dollars. And that’s just networth… I worry what kind of power comes with that.”

Ivy paused before saying, “I love you and don’t want to rain on your parade. Just please be cautious with them. God forbid something happens—“

“Like what?”

“I don’t know… something… he has endless money and lawyers at his disposal.” Sonnie thought about this.

“You’re right.”

“I love You. I'm just looking out for you. But I think this will be a great opportunity for you if all goes well!!”

“Thanks, Ivy.. I always appreciate you. You’re right. I’ll keep alert!” For a moment, Sonnie thought she heard footsteps “I gotta go—“ and she quickly hung up the phone. She opened the bathroom door and saw Kendall standing there, ready to knock.

“Oh shit— sorry I was just going to check on you cause you were feeling a lot of feelings before.”

“I’m okay now, thank you.” She smiled.

“Well listen, I moved some things around and turns out I can make it to your lunch with Jess, so long as you don’t mind me crashing it.”

“Of course not!” She smiled.

“Great, can you call the car and tell him to be here ASAP? I’m just gonna change really fast. I’ll be down in 15,” he handed Sonnie a sticky note with a phone number on it before continuing down the hall to what she assumed was the bedroom.

She dialed the number, and told the car company Mr. Kendall Roy was requesting a pick up at his ex-wife’s apartment for lunch at Karma Sushi, and that he wanted the car to be here in 15 minutes. The polite man on the phone named Phil told her he would be there in 10 and she wandered over to the staircase, found herself on the chair downstairs, and waited.

After several minutes, Kendall reappeared wearing a salmon-colored linen shirt and cream-colored linen pants.

“Ready?” He asked from the top of the staircase. Sonnie’s big brown eyes looked up at Kendall as he descended from the second floor.

“Absolutely!” Sonnie practically leaped off of the chair and hurried to the elevator, Kendall trailing behind her with lust on his skin.

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Karma was bougie as hell. Sonnie had heard about this sushi place as being one of the top omakese places in the U.S. and she couldn’t believe that they were waltzing in, no reservation.

As they made their way to the hostess stand, Sonnie approached first, smiling at the woman behind the podium. Kendall came up right behind Sonnie, his chest brushing her back every so slightly. “Table for 3?” He asked while placing a hand on Sonnie’s shoulder. She jolted subtly and then relaxed again.

“Of course,” the woman said as she gathered menus. “Right this way, Mr. Roy.” She began leading the two through a labyrinthine of tables, Kendall’s hand still on Sonnie’s shoulder as he guided her from behind.

The hostess picked a gorgeous table that overlooked the restaurant’s Japanese tea garden. Kendall took the cowboy seat while asking the hostess to bring over a scorpion bowl. Sonnie sat on his left while they waited for Jess and the drink.

“Have you been here before?” Kendall asked as he watched Sonnie’s eyes dance with delight at the beautiful interior of Karma. He knew she never had been to a place like this but was addicted to seeing the gratitude she bore in her eyes. It was a new drug.

“No!! This is so cool!” She was ecstatic. It didn’t take much to impress her, which was a welcome and nice change of pace for Kendall. The two heard a dull crackling and looked over to see a giant scorpion bowl coming their way. Sonnie looked at Kendall surprised. “Did I not notice when you ordered this?” She laughed.

He nodded. “No, you were taking it all in.” The wait staff placed the massive cocktail between the two and asked if they were ready to order. Kendall declined and said they were still deciding.

When the waiter left, Kendall smiled at the silly straws that came with the bowl and slid one towards Sonnie as she eyeballed the flaming white rum shot in the center.

“Drink up!”

She giggled, “Why do I feel like I’m partying more than working?”

“You stick with me, and life will always be a party.” The two laughed, but Sonnie could tell Kendall was not joking. Far from it. “You better drink that shot.” Kendall’s eyes darkened.

“Which one?” Sonnie asked, playing dumb.

“The one on fire?” He stated plainly.

“Kendall I’m gonna be so tipsy if we keep this up!” She said with a grin, but sonnie’s eyes look at Kendall timidly.

“Loosen up, and just enjoy the ride.” He put a straw in his mouth and took a long sip.

“Sorry I’m late—“ Jess breathed as she appeared through the crowded restaurant. She sat herself on the right side of Kendall, holding a big Manila folder. She looked at the scorpion bowl and gave Kendall a nervous look.

“What’s with the stank face?” He asked. The fire in the center of the scorpion bowl fizzled out.

“Nothing,” She looked at Sonnie and smiled. “I have your contract ready for you Miss Gold, congrats on the full-time offer!”

Sonnie slurped dark rum through a comedically long, swirly straw, and extended her hand across the table.

“Thank you for believing me!” She said with the straw in her teeth. Jess shook her hand, and again glanced at Kendall. He was staring at Sonnie, who had stopped drinking from the scorpion bowl and had a drop of rum on her lip. Her small tongue peaked through her mouth and licked the alcohol droplet away.

“Miss Gold?” He asked while holding his hand out to Jess. He maintained eye contact with Sonnie, not breaking her gaze as Jess handed him a contract with a pen clipped to the top. “I believe you need to sign this puppy and take that shot.” He pointed to the center of the scorpion bowl. Sonnie was feeling borderline drunk at this point. She has a small breakfast, three glasses of champagne, and now some scorpion bowl.

“If-if you need me to do work for the rest of the day I better stop drinking now,” she tittered. He smirked at her.

“Well, what if I wanted to pay you to party today instead? Huh?”

“Kendall—“ Jess cautioned. He ignored Jess and held up his hand to silence her. She looked down at her lap. Sonnie glanced between the two of them.

“Look at me,” he said. Sonnie immediately snapped her attention to him. He liked that she listened to him.

“Sign this.” He said while sliding the contract to her. His rounded eyes were feral, excited.

Maybe it was the alcohol dictating her actions, but Sonnie didn’t bother reading the fine print. She signed, like a good girl.

“Great. Now, since you’re an official full-time employee, it’s party time!” He nudged the scorpion bowl closer to Sonnie. “Drink,” he commanded. Sonnie stuck the end of her straw into the center shot, and drank. Kendall smiled. “Good,” And began slurping out of his straw. “Want some Jess?” He asked. She shook her head. “No, thanks. I was going to go through your packet Sonnie but—“

“No! Please do! I have so many questions.”

Jess was surprised by this. Despite the slight slur in Sonnie’s words, she was eager to learn, drunk or not.

“Okay… well— first let’s get you some water. And food…” Jess flagged down the waiter and asked for water for the table. Kendall chimed in, ordering a specific tasting menu for the three of them, costing $800.00 a pop. Sonnie attempted to protest but Kendall wouldn’t allow it. After all, it was business lunch they were going to expense. Sonnie was not used to this lifestyle; and felt an intense feeling of guilt swirl with the alcohol in her stomach.

Kendall continued to suck down the scorpion, passing it to Sonnie after each long sip, wanting her to be tit-for-tat with him. By the time they finished the first bowl, Kendall was on to the next.

“Seriously Kendall, cool it,” Jess warned. “Ohhhhh we have a party pooper over here!” Kendall chucked.

Sonnie was giggling wildly, it sounded like flicking an empty wine glass. Kendall loved it. It rang in his ears at an intoxicating volume.

The second scorpion bowl came over ready to sting, as well as the first course of the omakase. Sonnie reached across the table to grab the funky straw and started drinking the next bowl. Kendall was incredibly amused.

“Maybe eat something first,” Jess warned as she tried to pull the bowl away from Sonnie, the now drunk intern— er… PR consultant. Kendall grabbed the bowl and glared at Jess, pushing it back to Sonnie.

“I’ll eat something if Kendall does the middle shot,” Sonnie smirked.

Kendall turned to look at her, raising a brow.“Are you challenging me?” He questioned with humor. “Me? I’ve been drinking since you were in diapers, honey.” He grabbed Sonnie’s straw, the one she had been drinking out of despite there being two other unused straws, and stuck the end of it into the middle shot. He drank the flaming liquor, watching Sonnie the entire time. Blush began to rise to her cheeks and Kendall’s gaze began heating up.

“Okay, I see that this isn’t going to be productive…” Jess sighed, her brows meshed together angrily. She began eating the nigiri, deciding to let the other two dictate the lunch as they saw fit.

Kendall finished the shot and pushed a plate of nigiri to Sonnie.

“Eat,” he commanded. She obliged. And god, did he love when she obliged. She ate the nigiri as instructed, and Kendall did the same.

Jess started feeling uncomfortable. She could sense the tension between the two and decided she was happy to be quitting soon. All of this would no longer be her problem if she played her cards right and left at the right time.

The second course came, some salmon sashimi, and Kendall grabbed Sonnie's plate, looking at her hungrily. She squinted her eyes at him, confused by the gesture.

“Eat.” He commanded again, sliding the plate to her. She looked at Kendall, her face flushing. Her gaze darted back and forth, looking at Kendall’s left and right eye. She grabbed her chopsticks and ate the piece of meat. He chewed on the inside of his cheek out of want. He fucking loved that she listened to him. Ate when he asked, drank when he asked. It was numbing, intoxicating, a huge rush.

“Okay… Sonnie?” Jess began standing up and grabbing her stuff. “Why don’t we meet up later to discuss the contents of the packet.” Kendall didn’t stop her, he waved her off, hoping she would leave.

“Oh, Jess! I’m sorry I-“

“Don’t apologize to her Sonnie, you’re having fun with me,” He boasted. He looked at Jess and narrowed his eyes while maintaining a smile. “Sonnie’ll see you tomorrow in regards to onboarding.” He waved her off, meshed his fingers together, and rested his chin on the cradle he created from his digits. He looked at Sonnie intently.

“I’m gonna run to the bathroom really fast,” Sonnie blurted before making her way to the restroom.

Jess and Kendall glared at each other.

“What the fuck, Kendall?” She asked in a hushed tone, sitting back down. “Sonnie is like, 3 sheets to the wind right now. And you’re practically eye-fucking her.”

Kendall’s face twisted into a sick grin. “Mind your business.”

“You hired ME to mind your business. This is a fucking lawsuit waiting to happen!”

“Will you relax? Nothing is happening. It’s just two coworkers getting a drink and talking shop.”

“But it’s NOT two coworkers. It’s an almost 40-year-old man flirting with his fucking 23-year-old intern—“

“She’s 25 and not an intern.”

“Whatever Kendall. Do what you want. I’m just trying to look out for you.”

“ I ‘preciate it, but it’s not necessary. Sonnie and I are just fine.”

“Perfect.” Jess blew air out of her mouth, pissed.

“She’s probably throwing up in the bathroom as we speak.”

Sonnie was not throwing up in the bathroom. She was calling her friend Ivy.

“Ivy, is now a bad time?”

“For you Sonnie, NEVER. Let me just tell my shift supervisor I’m stepping out really quick….” Sonnie swallowed the rising alcohol in her throat and cupped her hand under the water faucet to lap up some water. “What’s up?”

“I… need advice about this…situation.”

“What's going on, Sonnie?” Ivy askeddeeply concerned.

“Now… I want to reiterate I love Alec. Well, I think I do. I mean… we’ve been together for three months now and he’s really sweet but… I think my boss wants to fuck me-“

“What?!”

“And I kind of want to…fuck Kendall.”

“Sonnie… are you drunk? You sound drunk”

“Yeah…”

“Kendall got you drunk on your first day?”

“…yeah”

“Sonnie… are you safe? Do you need me to come get you?”

“I’m fine! I just—“

“Do NOT fuck him. Do not Sonnie. I know you want to but it’s the booze and the power he has. Don’t do it. Plus think of Alec! You can’t do that to him…I’m checking your location and I’m coming now…”

“No Ivy—“

“Sonnie, you’re at Karma Sushi? Holy shit. How much does that cost?!”

“…800$ per person.”

“PER PERSON?!”

“Yeah.”

“Jesus… okay. Well, I’m coming. And I may have some choice words for Kendall.”

“Ivy… don’t. I’m okay. But wow...I like Alec a lot, and I will of course be faithful to him…but Kendall though is very, very hot.”

“He’s dangerous too Sonnie. I mean… fuck did he really drop 800$ on you?”

“And bought me a 1,600$ phone.”

“WHAT?!”

“And is going to pay me $85,000 a year. So I can afford my student loan payments—“ she paused, her throat closed. “Fuck,” she started to cry.

“Sonnie…”

“I’m really drunk and so many good things are happening but I’m wo-worried.” She hiccuped.

“About what?”

“I don’t know… it’s scary he’s in a huge position of power, like you said. And I know that. I know he is… and I just started dating Alec and I really see a lot of potential for us… I dont’ want to screw that up. But…”

“But?!” Ivy asked.

Jess came into the bathroom and Sonnie hung up the phone immediately.

“Hey, you alright? You’ve been in here awhile.”

“Oh! Yeah, sorry just got a call from my friend.” Sonnie sniffled. Jess looked at her skeptically.

“Fun first day, huh?”

“Yeah, Kendall is a very cool boss.” Sonnie avoided eye contact and scrambled for her purse.

Jess gently grabbed Sonnie's elbow. She glanced down at Jess’s hand and back into her dark eyes. “If you need anything, at all, ever, you can call me.” Jess reached into her pocket and pressed a business card into Sonnie’s palm. “Anything.”

“Thank you,” Sonnie smiled weakly. Considering this was the second person to not so subtly warn her about Kendall, Sonnie began to wonder if it was a good idea to work for him.

“Let’s get you some more food, yeah?” Jess linked arms with Sonnie and the pair headed back to the table.

Kendall looked impatient and was already nursing a third scorpion bowl with a scowl before Sonnie and Jess came into view. He beamed, a smile spreading wide on his face as the pair found themselves back at the table. Sonnie sat back down, eyeballing the 4 additional plates at her table setting. Jess remained standing.

“Well Ken, I'm heading out so I’ll see you tomorrow. Yeah?” Jess asked. She turned and left before he could respond.

Kendall kept his gaze fixated on Sonnie.“You alright?” He asked.

“Yeah, sorry. Everything’s good!”

“Good,” Kendall pushed the four plates of nigiri and sashimi to her. He grinned. “Eat.” She smiled, feeling warmth radiating between her legs. She grabbed her chopsticks and Kendall held up his hand.

“No,” he grabbed his chopsticks and picked up a piece of fish. He held it out to her. “Eat.” He insisted. She looked between him and the sushi. The alcohol and desire began to take the wheel. It was shocking and invigorating for him to want her to wrap her lips around the fish. She knew this was crossing a line, and that if Alec had done something like this, she would feel insecure. But this was Kendall Roy…and Sonnie did not want to disappoint such a sexy and generous man. She slowly, delicately, opened her mouth and received the plump piece of pink tuna. Her thighs began to burn under the table. She chewed and Kendall took a sip from bowl #3. He picked up the next fish and held it out to her. She ate it willingly. Then the third, then the fourth.“I like this game,” he said once she was done eating. Sonnie blushed madly. “So, what do you say we finish up here and we go run an errand?”

Sonnie’s phone was violently vibrating in her pocket.

“I-I’m— what sort of errand?” Kendall pushed bowl #3 to Sonnie. “Drink,”And she did, and of course, Kendall fucking loved it. He felt a tightness in his boxer briefs and pulled at the legs of his pants. Sonnie kept slurping until her vision began to double slightly.

“Ke-Ken I don’t know if I can do any crazy errands.” He snickered. “Relax, it’s not actually an errand.” He waved down the busboy and told him to grab the check and clear the table. Kendall eyeballed the last of the scorpion bowl and polished it off before the busboy grabbed it and disappeared.

Sonnie snatched her water cup and began drinking big gulps before Kendall laughed. She put the cup down and looked at him confused before he reached across the table and placed his pointer finger under Sonnie's chin. Her face was boiling. She held her breath, eyes darting between his. He could not stop smiling.

“W-what—“ his thumb brushed a piece of rice off of the top of her lip, and he chuckled, “Cute.”

As the bill was being paid, Sonnie felt a pang of guilt in her stomach and texted Alec under the table.

“First day with Kendall--” sonnie backspaced the name and changed it to “Mr. Roy. He is very cool! I am going to see if he can get Con’s autograph for your parents.”

Kendall signed the bill and ushered for Sonnie to stand with him. The pair, drunk as a skunk, began to make their way to the car. Kendall draped his arm around Sonnie’s shoulders as they exited the restaurant. She shuttered into his warm touch.

Fuck... she thought to herself. I shouldn’t like this! She imagined Alec working so hard at the hospital and her stomach dropped.

Kendall squeezed her shoulder and she yelped.

“So what are we doing?” Sonnie asked, changing the subject as Phil opened the door to the black sedan for her. She slid into the right side of the car and Kendall came in afterward.

“Phil, Houseplant.”

“Yessir.”

“House plant?” Sonnie asked. Kendall grinned. “You’ll see.” Phil drove just a few blocks before pulling into a spot on the curb. He exited the car without a word and entered an unmarked building.

“Is this the errand?” Sonnie asked while digging into her pocket for her phone which had not stopped vibrating since she left the bathroom.

“Sure is!” Kendall watched as Sonnie typed a text out, quickly. “Who’s that?”

“My roommate just wanted to know how my first day was going!” She lied.

“You’re not gay, are you?” He asked without discretion.

“What? No! This is legit just my roommate.”

“Hey, nothing wrong with being gay, was just wondering since you mentioned not having a boyfriend.”

She laughed nervously “I already said she was my roommate. We are best friends” Sonnie said. “But I do have a boyfriend…”

Kendall snapped his head in her direction. “oh...uh, what?”

“Yeah, His name is Alec. We met a few months ago through a friend in my grad program!”

Moments later, Phil came out of the building holding a brown bag. He re-entered the vehicle and passed the bag to Kendall. Sonnie’s phone buzzed with a response.

“You’re the best, babe!” Alec typed. Kendall’s eyes watched her phone, his face was calm but his eyes were hot with anger.

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Dear Sephiroth: (a letter to a fictional character, because why not) #168

I'm not in as much pain today as I expected to be, which is pretty freaking great!! I'm still a bit tired though. I spent my morning doing normal morning things, which, for me, means doing some dishes, feeding my cats, and making tea. Today's swirls were wonderful - as it brewed, as I added the honey, and as I added the cream! Let me show you:

...Sephiroth, I hope you'll remember that the world is filled with so many beautiful things. You just gotta know where to look for 'em. But it's okay if you don't always remember all the time; I forget often enough - I think everyone does. That's why we gotta spend time with people who will help us remember, instead of people who make it easier to forget. We of my house and the people that we chill with like to do our best to help everyone remember. You're welcome to pop by, too, if you need a reminder; you'd fit in with the rest of us misfits just fine, methinks.

E's wife, whose name is H, came to visit for lunch today! We went to an all-you-can-eat sushi place, because they hadn't yet been to the one that is in my city! Here's what we got!

...I wish you could be here to enjoy this with us. I wish I could do better than just send along pictures. I wish that you could be warm and safe somewhere with a happy belly full of yummy sushi. But I know all the reasons that such a thing as you coming to visit us is impossible, even if I do sometimes joke about you popping by my house. I'm not insane, don't worry.

Last time I saw H, we were with E at the shop with all the pretty clothing. They asked about one of my inventory items - besides my owl backpack, my hat, my various long cardigans, and the plush I carry, I have one more inventory item that I found under rather mysterious circumstances. Normally, this item comes in pairs, but there was only the left one when I found it. So, they asked why there was only one, and I didn't feel comfortable explaining in that environment for a variety of reasons. So I explained it to them while we were at Wasabi.

I'll explain a little here, but not fully, because although I think you might understand, I... don't necessarily think that anyone else who reads these will, because even I only just barely understand.

Some time ago, while engaged in ordinary activities, I made a small, silly wish to the void, thinking that nothing would come of it. But not more than two days later, I felt a strong pull of intuition to a random spot in my neighborhood that is nondescript and has no bearing on anything; nobody goes there because they're just maintenance trails in the middle of some trees on hills that are difficult and annoying to climb.

There was no logical reason for my attention to be pulled along in the way that it was, but as I explained to you in a previous letter, when I fail to heed my intuition, usually something mildly inconvenient happens, so for the most part, I've learned to just go with the flow, even if I don't know what's happening, why, or what to expect. And while I was wandering the maintenance trails, following the subtle buzzing of my intuition, I found an item.

The item was wet, dirty, and covered in tree sap, but it was a luxury item, all by itself, in a place that no one goes. It was very weird. So I brought it home and cleaned it up, and when I did, it was very beautiful. It smelled nice, and it was very soft. And... in a very roundabout way, it fulfilled the wish I had made, and that was also very weird. Admittedly, I was even a little spooked at first by how closely it fulfilled the wish I had made, given the circumstances and how reality generally works. But I've since decided that the item is mine now, even if it's missing its right counterpart, and so it is a permanent part of my inventory, even if I sometimes get odd looks from other people for having it.

There's a lot more that I could tell you, but I don't think I will in this space for fear that my sanity and ability to reason might be called into question by others, which would jeopardize the peace that I am trying to work towards for you; how can I convince enough others that you are worthy of it such that it comes to fruition if I cannot be taken seriously? How can I convince people that compassion is the answer to most problems if I cannot be taken seriously?

(...is it even possible for someone like me to be taken seriously by anyone at all...? experience points to "no", because I am not someone with power or influence or officially-recognized credentials, or even the correct body, neurotype, or social background for others to imagine I'm worth anything. if the answer to whether I can be taken seriously is already "no", then logically, I have nothing to be afraid of, but still...)

I explained all the things to H in far, FAR more detail than I explained here; there was a lot of it because there's much that I've carried by myself for a number of years - who would believe me if I spoke on it when even I am having a hard time of believing it even though I am the one these things happened to? More than just the item I found; my whole life, starting from a certain point (maybe you know when...), has been one wild coincidence after another, and it all became dramatically more pronounced since I began writing.

When I finished explaining everything to H, they seemed... I dunno the word for it... some combination of dumbfounded, shocked, excited, and joyful, I suppose? I was understood and believed (assuming they were being sincere), which was a shock to me, because I was thoroughly expecting that my longwinded answer to the question they posed about the item would prompt them to start trying to avoid me, but instead they told me of similar experiences that they had, and I was relieved. At least for today with regards to the things I've kept to myself for so many years, I feel like I am not by myself.

H and I went back to my house after that, and we played a lot of Vampire Survivors together. It's a silly game with not much substance to it, but it's a lot of fun, and it's interesting to play cooperatively. Then it was time for H to go home, and now V is visiting instead; V knows some of the details of what I've explained to H, too.

...I'll still keep it close to my chest in this space, though. I've seen what happens to others when they speak about these things, and the last thing I need is to be mocked and ridiculed as though I'm some kind of lunatic.

Well anyway. M wants to watch Game Changer with me and J and V, so I guess I'll stop writing now and go do that.

I love you. I'll write again tomorrow. Please stay safe...

Your friend, Lumine

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