#getting in bed now cause I have a job interview in the morning so I wanna get enough sleep for that

[regivaem]

gonna try to do at least a couple of things on here or my multi in the next two days cause i’m gonna be at a convention all weekend. feel free to hmu on d*scord until then! 🖤

[cashmoneyyysstuff]

dinner prep engagement ♡

a/n : aaaand its finally here, the final part of the ring pop proposal miniseries after decades !!!! im sorry it took me so long to write this final part yall, i just finally felt enough inspo to write it and im super happy w how it came out ! i hope yall do too ! lemme know if you wanna be added to the taglist ! much luv xx

fem reader, literally pure fluff between mama n son, katsuki gets emotional very quickly bc i believe he does and you cannot make me think otherwise, a lil emotional but pure sweetness, mentions of making dinner, lmk if i missed sum else !!

this time, mitsuki has no idea what her son is planning. sure she’s had her hopes for years now, and her suspicions, but nothing truly concrete.

that is, until she gets a call in the middle of the night.

"katsuki..hello ?" she answers groggily, heaving a sigh and rubbing at her eyes. she checks next to her to make sure she hasn't woken her husband up, her eyes dart over to her digital clock " 'ts one in the morning."

"uh..hey." her son's gruff voice sounds over the phone, she raises a brow at his hesitant tone of voice, but she let's him continue "yeah, i know. sorry.." he mumbles out.

the older woman shakes her head affectionately "it's fine..is there something you wanted to talk about ?"

it's silent on the other end for a while until katsuki mumbles something. "katsuki, you know i can't hear you if you don't speak up." she scolds lightly, causing him to growl under his breath.

"not..not right now, no--just..can i come over tomorrow ?"

taking in her silence for hesitance he continues " it's nothin' bad..i just--feel like it's something i needa say face to face, i guess.."

"okay..yeah, of course. you know you can come over whenever you want." she urges "is yn comin' along ?"

"no, she isn't." she can practically hear his eye roll and it makes her smirk "she'll be busy tomorrow anyway so, not this time. i'll tell her you said hello though, since you're always tellin' me to."

she's about to retort when katsuki speaks again, only not to her. she hears what she knows is your voice quietly chatting with him as he reassures you that he'll be right there with you and for you to go back to bed. the soft tone in his voice makes her eyes soften.

never could she ever have imagined her katsuki ever speaking so softly to anyone, because her katsuki is, despite having calmed down over the years, still quite the brat. (she's pretty sure she knows where he gets it from now..) he's still temperamental when interviewers and journalists get on his nerves. he's still awfully moody , but he's different now. he's just a little bit gentler with the way he handles kids or older women who's cats have gotten stuck in trees. complaining that this isn't his damn job but still doing it anyway with utmost care as the kitties sink their sharp claws into his skin or cling to him for warmth.

he's a still a little rough around the edges but it's the thought that counts. he's different than when he was younger, but he still is the most different with you. his rough and gruff voice that he uses to bark out orders and complain, complain, complain, he uses so softly around you, keeping you as calm and sleepy as possible. it's not perfect, but he manages to usher you back to your room to sleep, and that makes the thought count so much more.

"m'gonna go now." he warns, his mother hums in agreement, telling him she'll see him tomorrow and he reciprocates the goodbye.

"night, ma."

"night, kiddo." she grins, a happy sigh leaving her when she hangs up the call and lays back down. cozying herself up next to her husband.

she's had her suspicions and her hopes for a while now, but she can't be too sure what her son could possibly want from her tomorrow.

katsuki comes back home like he's never left.

the day goes like any other day would've went a few years ago when he was still living in the family home. mitsuki almost expects her son to run off upstairs to do his homework.

he greets his dad with a half hug, and is forced into a tight embrace by his mother, which he grumbles about. grumbles turning into a growl when she grips his cheek, scolding him for not greeting his mother properly.

it's a lot of catching up from the few months he's been busy with hero work. talking about his latests achievements and his quick climbing of the hero ranks, accompanied with barely suppressed smiles and softened eyes when you're brought up. mitsuki remembers how nervous he'd been when he'd told her he was planning on asking you to move in with him, so she's happy to hear from the both of you, since she has your number and you like to catch up every now and then, that everything was going well. though she already knew it would.

katsuki volunteered to help with dinner, his mother happily agreeing saying she could use some help. it makes her a little bit nostalgic and she wills herself not to get teary eyed at how much her son has grown.

but she sees that the opportunity has presented itself to bring up the topic that's been on the tip of her tongue the entire day now.

"so.." she sings "you wanted to talk about something, right ?"

katsuki stiffens like he'd forgotten, although his expression stays the same besides the slight squint of his eyes. the rhythmic cutting of vegetables has stopped and it takes him a moment before he speaks quietly like he's revealing a secret.

"i wanna ask yn to marry me."

oh.

so that was it.

"oh." she breathes immediately. a broad smile slowly grows onto her face and she beams "took you long enough, ya brat !" she exclaims, slapping her sons muscular arm. he growls lowly at her, leaning away from her though she remains undeterred. poking at his sides while he tries to smack her hands away.

finally, she relents "when are you gonna ask ?" she asks excitedly. katsuki huffs, eyebrows still heavily furrowed from her earlier attack. he turns back to the cutting board "soon. i arranged my schedule and we'll both be free, so in two weeks from now."

"you already have a ring ?"

he grunts in agreement. and mitsuki besides being proud of the fact her hunch was right, feels her heart warms at the burst of nostalgia of her little boy. her katsuki, kicking his feet in the backseat of her car. tightly gripping his bag of ring pop candies he'd give to you the next day. her little katsuki, who'd proudly claimed he was going to marry you when he grew up in that very same car, exclaiming that he'd proposed to you with those very same candies he'd almost had a tantrum over her not getting.

her little boy, who'd gotten oh so big, and so, so much more enamoured with you.

"good." she utters sweetly, voice just a bit wobbly "good. that's great, katsuki."

he nods to himself " i've thought about it for a while now..long while." he scoffs to himself, eyes focused on the cutting board in front of him. "got the whole day planned out too."

"yeah ?" he nods. her eyes soften as he speaks mostly to himself, he's had this little self hype up habit ever since he was a boy. trying to calm himself down and reassure himself. it's a smart move, but as strong and mature as he is, katsuki is nothing more than human. and anxieties can creep up on the best of us.

she's seen it before, and she sees it again when he bites his bottom lip in thought, and she smiles softly.

and again, she coaxes him into it " that sounds nice, looks like you got it all planned out, huh?"

and he nods again. but it doesn't take him, long before he breaks.

"..what if she says no ?"

and mitsuki wants to laugh. she really does, because the thought of you ever saying no to him sounds absolutely ridiculous to her. she snorts. shaking her head while her son looks at her incredulously.

"katsuki.." she tuts, chuckling to herself before she looks up at him. "you've got absolutely nothing to worry about. you've got it."

his eyes widen, then her son's expression drops as he raises a brow "how do you know that ?" his words make her smile widen this much more and she really wants to laugh.

how does she know. she scoffs

she knows because she knows him. she knows her katsuki better than anyone else, he's her son. she knows he's rude, rowdy, quipy, temperamental and everything else. he's all of that and so much more.

and yet you still love him. you're still so incredibly patient with him, you still offer him all of your kindness despite him once confessing to her he doesn't understand how you do. despite all of the times he's messed up, the times he's fallen down, you stay by his side you care for him, you care about him.

she knows her katsuki is absolutely infatuated with you, he always has been. from tantrums about being separated in class and knowing your favourite ice cream flavour to him being overly protective over you when you were paired up with your lab partner that ended up not being him and to him wearing the stupid stuffy tux mitsuki tailor made for him to take you to prom.

you've always been his number one best friend, but he's always been yours as well : he loves you, but you love him just as much.

and so mitsuki smiles "call it mother's intuition. and, not to brag, but i think most of my hunches have been right by now" and it widens when katsuki scoffs and rolls his eyes at her boasting, another bratty little habit he has that he's practically mastered over the years. she sighs, spreading her arms out towards him "well come over here. you've gone and gotten so damn tall, i can't reach you myself !" her son rolls his eyes again, but he scoffs softly to himself and with a shake of his head, he closes the distance and hunches over to hug his mother. she wraps her arms around him tightly and he grumbles when she squeezes but he doesn't try to get away.

"there's nothing for you to worry about, katsuki. absolutely nothing." she repeats, rubbing his back. "you love each other, and that's more than enough. just be yourself, it's been working out for you this far..somehow." she jests. katsuki scoffs indignantly but they both end up chuckling about it. after a few more seconds they pull away and mitsuki pats her son's chest with a sniffle. right on top of his heart that she knows, she's seen, has gone through oh so much.

but still remained entirely yours throughout all the years and still so so so enamoured with you.

gripping onto his shoulders, she whispers "you got this." the glossiness in his eyes is impossible to miss, he's always cried very easily. but she guesses she mirrors his expression exactly. her son is the spitting image of her after all. she places a hand on his cheek and he leans into it.

"thanks, ma" he whispers sincerely. and mitsuki feels her heart soar.

"any time."

during dinner, katsuki announces the news to his father. who after getting over his shock immediately wraps his son into a hug. congratulating him and encouraging him with teary eyes, she knows where katsuki gets that from, before they all settle down to have dinner before katsuki leaves a few hours later. waving off his mother's insistence to pass you a greeting with a grumbled acknowledgement.

she shakes her head as her and her husband watch him drive off but her heart is full of pride.

"we raised a killer son didn't we ?" she giggles looking back at masaru, who agrees with a smile as they share a laugh.

and the next time you both come over, you're giddy. unable to keep your excitement in check as you keep excitedly looking back at katsuki, who finally relents with an affectionate sigh and you happily show off you're ringed finger with a squeal.

mitsuki squeals right back, wrapping you up in the tightest bear hug she could. masaru takes his turn hugging you, sweetly congratulating you both. of course, they'll tell you they both new in advance, but that was all for later.

sure, she didn't know what her son was planning in advance, but she had her hunches and her funny feeling from all those years ago that you'd be sticking around. she guesses it's good enough that she was the first to be told.

she sends her son a proud and teasing smile when they make eye contact. he rolls his eyes, but the smile on his face doesn't fade as he watches you talk with his father. she doesn't have to say a single word for him to know what she's saying.

i told you so.

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Night Shift

Pairing: Jaime Reyes x F!Reader

Summary: Jaime doesn't like that you work a night shift at a bar, so setting out to get a job at Kord Industries, you're shocked when he comes home with something else....

Warnings: mentions of men being pervs, lots of screaming and a little bit of violence, SPOILERS FOR BLUE BEETLE!

Word Count: 2.4k

A/N: My first full fic in a while? Yes, it is indeed and with my new love, Jaime Reyes. If you haven't seen Blue Beetle, pause and go buy a ticket cause this movie is good! So proud of mi Xolito! Anyway, I'm proud of this, so enjoy! 💕💕💕

I don't consent to my work being copied, reposted, or translated.

“You don’t have to do this, y’know? I’ll get the job tomorrow and work hard to support the family and us,” Jaime stood up from your bed, grabbing hold of your hands to stop you from getting ready for work. 

“Jaime, I know you want to do everything you can to stop us from losing the house, but we need the money, wherever we can get it from,” you inhaled. 

You moved in with the Reyes three years ago after your parents kicked you out. The details are unimportant and messy but you were happy you ended up in a loving household after all. The only problem now, you’re on the brink of becoming homeless.

“But a job where drunk assholes violate you?” he scoffed and you rolled your eyes, knowing most customers haven’t gotten handsy since you started. “It’s not right,” he shook his head, squeezing your hands. “I don’t want you to have to go through that,” he rested his forehead against yours. 

You knew he meant well. It sucked having to work at a bar where wearing low-cut tops and push-up bras made for extra tips. Especially when you worked during the night. But then again, even when businesses are going bankrupt, bars are seemingly filling in at an all-time high. You had to take advantage of the dire situation even if Jaime didn’t like it.

“I can handle my own,” you smirked. “Nana taught me a thing or two,” you winked. 

“I bet she did,” he chuckled. 

“And besides,” you removed your hands from his grip, smoothing them up his arms until they rested on his biceps. “I have my big strong boyfriend to protect me,” you looked at him finding the blush forming on his face adorable.

He wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling you in as he leaned forward to kiss you. His lips moved against yours slowly, one of your hands moving up to tug on the hair of the nape of his neck. 

Living in a small house with five other people gave you no privacy whatsoever, so moments like these were cherished. All those stolen glances, hidden kisses, late-night talks—it all meant something. 

“I gotta go, okay? I’ll see you in the morning,” you pulled away. 

“You’re crazy if you think I’m letting you walk to work alone at eleven at night,” he grabbed your arm lightly, pulling you back into his embrace. “I’ll be there to pick you up at seven too,” he said and you sighed out contently.

“It means a lot, but don’t you have your job interview tomorrow?” you rested your head against his chest as you both walked out of your and Milagro’s room.

“I’ll sleep, wake up, pick you up, then come back and get ready,” he shrugged and you agreed with his well-thought-out plan. 

“Ya te vas, mija?” Rocio asked once you both entered the kitchen and you nodded. “Cuidate, y come tu comida, no quiero que te desmayes,” she handed you a paper sack and you smiled, thanking her. 

It was things like that which made you grateful for Jaime’s family—your family. The constant protection and worry they hold over you like one would for a daughter or sister. Making sure you had a lunch packed so you can eat and not faint during your shift. It warmed your heart and made you grateful every day. 

“Make sure she gets there safe, okay, Jaime?” Alberto pointed to his son and your boyfriend nodded, reassuring the two. 

Walking out of the house, you found your hands intertwined as you made your way down the block. You glanced at Jaime to find him smiling at you before he looked ahead. You grinned at the fact you caught him before you too continued your focus forward.

Palerma City was alive at night, even in the small barrio you lived in. The streets were dark, flickering lamp posts illuminating the people who were still up trying to make a living by whatever means. You looked far past, the bright neon skyline of the city, all the rows of high rises where all the rich white folk were fast asleep tucked away in silk sheets. 

You would get there one day. 

“What did my mom pack for your lunch?” he asked, pulling you out of your thought.

“A torta de jamon, an apple and orange, some Fritos, and oh, a gansito,” you gasped in excitement before you stuffed the bag in your backpack. “I know exactly what I’m eating first,” you giggled. 

“My mom literally said we ran out of gansitos,” he said in shock. “She loves you more than me,” he feigned hurt and you wrapped your arm around him, cooing as you kissed his cheek.

“What can I say? I’m lovable,” you hummed.

The two of you turned the corner and you found yourself at “Margaritaville”, the newest establishment where you got paid minimum wage and received great tips from businessmen who got off on a pretty bartender flirting with them before they made their way home to their wives. Or from people who recently got laid off from their jobs and needed someone to talk to.

Either way, you’d put on your best smile, bat your lashes and make sure your top was low enough if that meant being able to pay part of the rent.

“Be safe, okay?” Jaime pulled you in for a hug. “I’ll be awake at 6:30,” he promised. 

“I will,” you mumbled into his neck before pulling away. “See you soon,” you smiled, pressing a soft kiss to his lips. 

He cupped your cheek before you pulled away, your fingers pulling along his, straining to stay in touch as you kept moving toward the door until they unlinked, his arm stayed hovered in the air for a split moment while yours dropped to the side. He watched as you turned back and waved until you entered through the back door, making sure to stay for a minute before he turned back around. 

The lingering touch of you remained on his fingers until he arrived home and made his way to bed. It wasn’t fair you had to become a main stream of income for the house. It shouldn’t be you pulling in the long hours, it should be him.

He needed to get that interview at Kord Industries tomorrow.

~

You undid your apron, shoving it back into your backpack. You let out a sigh as you did a once over to the barely empty bar. The next shift already arrived and was taking care of the customers. Letting out a yawn, you placed your tips in your pocket, opening the back door only to be greeted by Jaime who was waiting at the curb.

“Buenos dias, mi amor,” he smiled and you felt your cheeks blush at the pet name he liked to change out every once in a while. “Made you breakfast,” he handed you something rolled in some paper towels before you unveiled two bean burritos. “How was work?” he kissed your cheek while he took your bag from you.

“Made $150 in tips,” you stated, biting into your food. “Getting paid tomorrow, so it went well,” you nodded. “Customers were more to themselves tonight, except for this one guy who was crying about his wife leaving him. I think he left looking for a prostitute to be honest,” you chuckled. 

“Poor dude,” he hummed. “But the money is good,” he said, wrapping his arm around you. 

The rest of the short walk was made in silence and it was calming to just have Jaime by your side. The eight-hour shift takes it out on you and you couldn’t wait to go to sleep. 

“Hola,” you greeted as you walked through the door. 

“Como te fue?” Nana asked and you responded to her before a yawn came out.

“Disculpe,” you pressed a hand to your chest. “I’m gonna go shower,” you said, the family understanding as you made your way to your room. 

After a quick shower and changing into casual wear, you felt refreshed as you walked back into the family room. The whole family was gathered as Jaime stood in the middle, hair geled back and his fancy clothes put on.

“Wow, que chulo,” you complimented with a bright smile plastered on your face as you stood behind the couch. 

“You see, cabezon? You look fine,” Uncle Rudy told his nephew and Jaime nodded in defeat, clearly flustered. “Y/N wouldn’t lie, she loves you too much for that!” he cackled and you joined in, making Jaime blush even more.

“Let’s go and get this over with, I still don’t trust that Jenny girl,” Milagro muttered under her breath and you sent a glance at Jaime. 

You were aware of what happened when Milagro and Jaime lost their job with Victoria Kord. Millie was correct to have a distaste for the older lady, but after her niece offered an olive branch, giving Jaime an opportunity–you weren’t sure if she was in the right to have that distrust. But then again, you weren’t there.

“Descansas, okay?” Nana kissed you on the cheek and gave you the blessing before she walked out and you nodded. 

The rest of the family walked out, leaving you and Jaime left. 

“Good luck, okay?” you grabbed his face and gave him a chaste good luck kiss. “I know you’re gonna woo them over,” you sent him a sure smile. 

“How are you so sure about that?” he held your wrists, running his thumbs over your delicate skin. 

“Cause, you’re Jaime Reyes”.

~

“You don’t know what’s inside?” you heard Millie ask. 

You were awakened by muffled conversations, your brows furrowing as you checked the time. They couldn’t have come back that soon and if something serious happened, they would’ve woken you up. 

About to drift back to sleep, you eyes shot open by shouting. The voices of Jaime, Millie, and Rudy combine together. Bolting out of bed fast, you opened the door and ran into the dining room, finding Millie and Rudy to be playing hot potato with a blue bug, Jaime trying to get them to stop.

“Mira, look what you did! You woke her up,” Rocio gestured to you and the room suddenly got quiet. 

“Ay, Y/N, I’m sorry,” Jaime winced, trying to grab the thing from Millie but she held it out of his reach. 

“Look what Jaime brought back. That Jenny girl is a total floozy, like what is this that she gave him?” she cocked a brow, holding it clearly so you could see.

“A bug?” you rubbed your eyes. “Why would she give you a bug?” you asked, walking closer. 

“She told me to guard it with my life, I wasn’t even supposed to open it,” your boyfriend explained and his words made you uneasy. 

“I think you should put it back, you don’t know what it can be,” you turned to Millie. 

“She’s right,” Jaime held out his hand and Milagro reluctantly agreed, placing it in his palm.

You watched as he was about to place it back in the box until it lit up, his face inching closer to inspect it. You stared back in amazement, the bug coming to life.

“I think it likes me,” he grinned, glancing up at you with a twinkle in your eyes that made your heart skip a beat. But that smile was instantly wiped away the moment the bug launched itself onto his face.

“JAIME!” you screeched, the family shooting up from their seats as they tried to aid him.

“It’s on your face!” Uncle Rudy screamed before he grabbed onto the bug, attempting to rip it off but it shot out a bolt of electricity, sending him across the room and Jaime against the wall. 

Your body began to shake and you wanted to run over to help Jaime but he got up, the bug detaching from his face until it crawled over his shoulder and under his shirt like a spider you wanted off immediately. 

“Jaime!” you shouted, his body thrashing around the room like he was fighting with the bug. “Baby, please,” you cried, hands over your mouth as you tried to begin to process what was going on but you couldn’t.

“Oh god,” Jaime stilled, hunched over as he looked at you. “I think it’s inside of me,” his gaze filled with panic and you felt your skin crawl. “It’s inside of me!” he screamed, hand reaching out for yours before he doubled over in pain, the bug poking out underneath his clothes before arms pierced through, sending him up against the ceiling.

Another wave of screams sounded, the love of your life’s agony cries being the worst thing you ever heard. The tears were falling down your cheeks. You wanted to help him but couldn’t. You wanted to know what was going on but didn’t. You were completely helpless in this situation.

Black goo grew over his body, his clothes burning to crisps and you were afraid of what it was going to do once it got all of him. Were you about to lose your Jaime? How did you get to this point when it was just a job interview? 

“Y/N!” his call for you made your heart stop and you tried telling him you were here but his cries drowned it out. 

Suddenly, he was completely transformed, a suit of armor in black and blue engulfed him. The cries and the screams quieted down as you all stared at him. A split second ago, you thought he was going to die, but now he was fine? It didn’t make sense. 

“Mijo?” Rocio called out as Jaime walked over to the photo of La Virgen, his illuminating yellow eyes staring back into the reflection.

“What was that?” he looked back in shock, hands over his mouth. “Did you hear that?” his voice was panicked, his expression hidden with the eyes providing just the tiniest amount of concern. 

“Jaime, what’s going on?” you took a step forward. 

“That voice, you don’t hear a voice?” he walked forward, standing in the middle of the room, surrounded by all of you. The suit seemed to have turned on, blue light glowing between grooves and you all watched in awe. “Systems check?” he mumbled, looking around the room. 

“Jaime?” you asked, noticing the arms powering up.

“It’s okay, everything is going to be okay!” he shouted just as he was flown through the ceiling before he became a dot in the sky. 

Nothing was okay.

~

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I Don't Wanna Live Forever Pt.2

Rhea Ripley x Fem Prostitute!Reader (Pt.1)

WARNING: ANGST, Depressive Episode, Harassment, Bar Fight, Violence, Confrontation, Confessions, Hurt to Comfort

PREFACE: Reader was Rhea's favorite girl to call on a Saturday night, but little did she know that the wrestler was falling harder and harder with each visit

A/N: Special Appearance by The Judgment Day!

Shed a couple tears over this, but it's cool

The radio silence was unbearable. It had been weeks and with each day that passed, I began to regret what I did more and more. If I'd truly done the right thing, why didn't it feel like it? Why did it feel like I'd just lost a part of myself losing her? I had only myself to blame, so it was unfair of me to be angry at her, but I was.

I was angry at the longing stares and the gentle caresses against my bare skin. I was angry at the inside jokes and little secrets that were shared beneath her sheets. I was angry at all the nights we spent in each others arms. All the things that got me in this mess in the first place, but most of all...I was angry at myself.

Angry that I was too much of a coward to tell her that her feelings were in fact reciprocated.

With where my head was at and how devasting everything was, I decided to completely resign from the service that was using me. In no world could I imagine continuing to be in other peoples beds, when all I wanted was to be in hers. Out of every low point I'd hit before, this was by far the worst one.

I could barely get out of bed without tears immediately streaming down my face. Days felt empty and nights felt suffocating like my body knew something was missing. Even simple tasks like eating and breathing had now become burdensome.

I didn't know whether or not I'd make it out of this one, but by some miracle, I was met with a chance at starting over.

An old friend of mine that used to work with me in the same service recently reached out upon hearing about my departure from one of the other girls. I found out, shortly after leaving, that she got a job at a bar closer to the city and that they were hiring new drink-runners. The pay was decent and I needed something to keep me busy, so of course, I said yes to being interviewed.

I sent in my resume, went in on Monday and the next morning, I got a call saying I was hired, which brings us to right now.

The night started of fine with me just serving the drinks and food, when I heard the bell signaling someone came in. It was a group of obnoxiously loud men that immediately had me and my friend rolling our eyes. I picked up some menus and reluctantly headed over to the table they chose.

"Welcome, what can I get started for you guys?", I say,

Placing down the laminated papers.

"No fucking way!", I heard one of them exclaim,

And when I turn to see who it was, my heart dropped. It was a guy that I previously serviced.

"Yes?", I asked,

Playing clueless.

"Oh, come on, don't tell me you don't recognize me...or the fun little night we had"

I could tell by the way he slurred his words that he was incredibly drunk. His group immediately began snickering and raking their eyes up and down my body.

"I'm sorry, sir. You must be thinking of someone else"

"Nah, I'd recognize those tits anywhere", he declared,

Causing 'oohs' to echo from the table.

I held my composure and took a deep breath through my nose.

"Excuse me, gentlemen", I said,

Walking away and heading back to the bar.

"What's up?", my friend asked,

Seeing the irritated expression on my face.

"Old clients at table 6"

"Ugh, again? Do they not have jobs? They're here every night"

"Seriously?"

"Yeah, you haven't been scheduled past 8 yet, so you were lucky enough not to run into them", she explained,

"Well, I guess I'm shit outta luck now", I joked.

And as if the universe couldn't have had worse timing, another group walks in and the sinking feeling in my chest had now become a burning sting.

"Wait, isn't that-"

Before my friend could get her words out, I immediately hid in the kitchen. I hear her calling out to me as I left, but didn't bother turning back to look.

Out of any place on earth and out of any bar, she just had to show up at the one that I work at? This had to have been some sick joke. What was I meant to do now? It's not like I could just leave and risk getting in trouble on my second week.

I stayed still a few minutes to recollect myself and once I was successful, I take in one last deep breath, before heading back out.

"You've got this", my friend reassured,

Handing me four menus.

I made my way towards her table and the closer I got, the harder it became for the both of us to ignore the other's gaze.

"Welcome, what can I get started for you guys?", I say,

Putting on my best customer service voice.

"I'll take chicken tenders", the one with the mullet answered,

"We both want steaks, medium rare", the tallest added on,

As I jotted down their orders.

"Alright and...for you, miss?", I asked,

The hesitance in my voice giving my nerves away.

"Just some gin for now", she answered,

Avoiding eye contact.

As painful as it was, I decided against asking any further questions at the risk of making things any more uncomfortable.

"Those should be right out", I nod my head,

Walking off, but as I was headed towards the serving hatch to put the orders in, I felt a hand grab my wrist.

"What time do you get off?", the asshole from earlier questioned,

Causing me to rip my arm away.

"Excuse you", I scolded,

Going to turn away, when he grabbed me by the arm next. I could feel the panic start to set in and my eyes start to water.

"Get off, seriously", my words trembled,

"Oh, what? Does the slut think she's too good for m-", his sentence was cut short by a tissue holder hitting the back of his head,

Causing him to fall over.

"She said get off", Rhea warned through gritted teeth,

"Handle this, I'm taking her home", she ordered her friends,

They all turn to each other smirking, before sauntering over to the table full of the guy's friends. They all immediately took off, leaving him behind to fend for himself.

"Come on", she urged,

"My shift isn't over", I shakily muttered,

She sighed, taking out her wallet.

"Dom, make sure to let the manager knows what happened and that (Y/N) went home", she instructed,

Pulling out a couple hundreds, before dropping them on the table.

"You got it, mami", he said,

Picking up the guy and dragging him outside with the help of the other two men.

"Wait, what are they-"

"Doesn't matter. Come on", she throws an arm over my shoulder,

Leading me outside and helping me into her car. The last thing I saw before driving off was the three men completely pummeling the guy into a pulp. Not to say he didn't deserve it, but, I still couldn't help but feel uneasy.

The car ride wasn't much help either. Besides the quite hum that came from the engine and the passing cars, it was mostly silent. She must've noticed, as her hand gently gripped my knee in an attempt to calm me down.

"Are you hurt?", she finally spoke,

"My arm's sore", I answered hesitantly,

Causing her to let out a shaky exhale through her nose.

He did yank me pretty hard, so I wouldn't be surprised if I woke up to a handprint on me.

"We're almost at mine", she lets me know.

As if I didn't already recognize the street we were on. I mean I'd been down this road too many times not to.

"We're here"

She pulls into her driveway and gets out to open my door for me. She then leads me into the house, urging me to take a seat on the sofa.

"I'll get an icebag. Wait, here"

"It's fine-"

Before I could object, she had already left the living room.

The tension was so apparent, I felt it in my bones. She was cold and guarded, but I had no right to fault her for it. I was the one who ended things and now, I had to lay in the bed I made.

She returns with the ice and lifts my sleeve to press it against the bruise, causing me to wince at the ache.

"Who was that guy, anyways?", she questioned,

"An old client. I don't work there anymore though"

For the first time this whole evening, her eyes finally met mine.

"What?"

"I quit last month. I couldn't do it anymore", I admitted,

As her gaze softened.

"Why?"

"It's not important", I tried to brush off,

"(Y/N)"

"It doesn't matter-"

"(Y/N)", she called sternly,

Causing tears to prick at my eyes.

"Did someone hurt you?"

"No-"

"Then what?"

What was I meant to say? That I was the cause of my own hurting? That I left the only life I'd known because someone showed me that I deserved better than that? That that person was her?

"Then...what?", she pressed further.

With a single tear rolling down my cheek, I finally confessed.

"Because of you", my voice waivered.

Her eyes widened, as she slowly put the icepack down.

"Since the last time we spoke, I've been going through the worst time"

A tear rolled down my cheek and my entire body began to chill. Her brows met in a sadness that was too deep to describe.

“I thought I could get over it, but I couldn’t have been more wrong and it didn’t hit me till I left your house”

“Then why did you?”

“I…”

It was as if all the words were caught in my throat with no way out.

What was I meant to say? What could I say? Anything I thought of wouldn’t excuse the way I’d walked out on her. I would be lucky if she could’ve even look me in the eyes again, much less forgive me.

“I was a coward”

She shakes her head, averting her gaze down to her lap.

“So much so that it made me lose you”

I hear a sigh and I couldn’t decipher whether she was disappointed or annoyed.

“I should’ve stayed. I should’ve given this a fighting chance. It was unfair, cruel and undeserved. You were the first person to show me kindness and it scared me. I didn't know how to receive that kind of care and I know that isn't an excuse, but that was the reason and I can't tell you how sorry I am"

The silence was the most painful part. It sent knives straight through my chest and there was nothing I could do to alleviate that burn.

“I understand if you want me to leave. I deserve that”, I sobbed,

Picking at the lose thread on my uniform, when she takes my hand.

“I don’t want that”, she finally spoke,

"You leaving did hurt me and it was something that I thought I'd be angry for, but...I wasn't. I was sad. Sad because I thought you didn't care for me the way I cared for you. You were my favorite part of every single waking moment. Your laugh, your smile, the way you talk, the heart you have, I've never seen anything like it"

I felt every piece of me break with each word.

"This whole time, that's all I could think about. That you didn't feel the same", she continued,

Gathering her own tears now.

"Rhea", I muttered,

Taking her face into my hands.

"You don't understand how much I love you"

[jessicaslittlelovesickmess]

Are we soulmates?

Pairing: Larissa Weems x Reader

Warnings: angst, toxic!Larissa, pregnancy

Pt2

“Do you think we’re soulmates in every universe?” You asked Larissa as she sat in your living room “are we even soulmates in this one?” She responded with your daughter on her lap.

It crushed you

You had given everything up for the woman across from you, your daughter had been born during your time at Nevermore. Larissa said shifting was safe and didn’t require protection who knew the teachers pet could be such a liar.

So you dropped out letting Larissa live her life while you raised her baby, taking up a second job so she could continue her studies. Larissa had big dreams to become the principal of Nevermore and you lost the motivation to have any.

You had been dating the blonde since your first year of Nevermore, things had been perfect until that stupid girl came- no it wasn’t her fault.

Morticia had become of the object of Larissa’s desires causing visits to become scarce, you knew she wasn’t attracted to you anymore. Not since you had given birth to Delilah, your body had changed it was only natural it would’ve.

Your little Delilah Brienne Weems meant the world to you

“I love you” she smiled but didn’t take her eyes off the girl playing with her rings, you nodded of course she said that. You wanted a family it didn’t need the white picket fence as long as you had Larissa and your daughter. Unfortunately Larissa didn’t want that just yet.

It wasn’t until Delilah turned three, you sat at the dinner table in the middle of the night Larissa still hadn’t returned. Your head in your hands as you sobbed, who had you become? A shell of a woman begging to be loved.

Larissa had woken you up when she finally got home, liquor on her breath and lipstick smudged she looked cocky. You were tired not sure if it was only physically anymore as you followed her up the stairs watching her get ready for bed.

You laid down facing away from her as she slipped in next to you “I don’t love you anymore” she whispered as she wrapped her arms around your waist. She was only drunk you told yourself as you fell asleep, when you got woken up the next morning Larissa was gone Delilah now on her side of the bed.

She was too young to understand where her mama had gone too little to just see mommy everywhere but you hoped it didn’t last. That Larissa would change her mind but she didn’t and things flushed themselves down the drain.

You loved Larissa violently

Losing yourself

Larissa had gotten her way, she had broken you

It had been thirteen years since Larissa had left never looking back she often wondered how you had been, how Delilah was. But now as she waits for her next interview she knows she no longer needs to wonder about her family the one she left behind.

You walked in behind two children a hand on each of their shoulders, your eyes blank as you stared at her she now wondered had you been married. “M-mom?” Delilah whispered her voice cracking as tears welled in her blue eyes it broke Larissa’s heart she had caused that.

The boy only looked confused as he watched his older sister “my little flower” Larissa smiled sadly “Don’t” Delilah stunned the older woman. “You don’t get to call me that” she sneered as she turned to hid in your side “who’s this?” Larissa asked “Theo” he whispered.

She looked up at you with a silent question but you shook your head no as you took a seat in-front of her desk. “You know Delilah, your mama and I used to attend this school” Larissa spoke gently only to receive a lashing from her daughter.

“I apologise Delilah for leaving” she sighed making matters worse as the girl got up quickly leaving, Theo chasing after her.

You sighed sadly “I do apologise for leaving I wasn’t in the right headspace Y/n” she pleaded almost, you looked away not wanting to give her a reaction. “I found I regretted it, I got the job but nobody to go home to, nobody to hold, I have everything but at what cost?”.

“Well who’s fault is that Larissa?” I asked sitting up straighter in my seat “mine” she whispered staring at her hands. “I was pregnant and I planned to tell you but you left… you just left” you shrugged biting your lip still not facing her.

“I’m sorry”

“Sometimes sorry isn’t enough”

“I know”

“You know?”

Finally your eyes met now staring into the eyes your children shared “I loved you Larissa” you laughed “I love you in every universe” she whispered. “Do you take it back in every universe?” You scoffed shaking your head “we’re here for our daughter’s enrolment”.

You might be single but you had moved on no longer begging to be loved by someone who’s love had terms and conditions.

[profound-imagination]

Unexpected - Lucien Vanserra

A/N: I found this in my drafts and I liked it! I'm thinking this could have some more parts to it? Let me know what you think! ❤️

T/W: Talks of war and death. Reader cuts her hand accidentally.

W/C: 3k

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"I don't want to get married!" You hissed at your mother, shooting a desperate look at your father for help. "It is your only duty!" She threw back at you, "Honestly, Y/N, you need to pull your head out of the clouds, your father and I will make a good match for you." Your father choked on the sip of tea he had just taken, "Don't drag me into this." He told her holding his hands up, "She's my baby, she can stay with me forever if that's what she wants." You grinned at him, as the youngest of five you were the apple of your father's eye and his only daughter.

Your mother turned to face her husband, arms crossed over her chest as she glared at him, "You don't help! Buying her those fairytales, convincing her that she can marry for love!" He raised an eyebrow, "We married for love." He told her, "For the life of me, I can't remember why now." He joked, you smothered the laugh that bubbled up your throat as your mother stiffened. "The Fae across the wall are stirring," she hissed, "Our sons are at war! Not to mention poor Wren, he went as well! Did you not hear what happened to the Archeron sisters? She needs a husband's protection" Your blood chilled, Feyre taken from her family in the middle of the night by a fae creature, Elain and Nesta taken from their beds a year later. But it wasn't them being taken that chilled your veins, it sounded quite exhilarating, it was the idea of your brothers and Wren at war, the idea of a husband's protection.

The last rumors you heard was that the sisters were still alive and high fae themselves now, according to Lord Greysen anyway. "Sounds like quite an adventure, don't you think, Y/N?" Your father asked with a wink, causing your mother to huff and walk out of the kitchen. "I give up!"

Sighing you threw yourself into the chair next to your father's. "It's alright poppet, I won't let her sell you off." He told you quietly. "Is she right? I'm already 25 and unmarried, the village talks you know." He huffed, "Let them talk, you are destined for greater things than to be a wife, my girl." He ruffled your unbound hair, "Now go, you don't want to be late for your first day at the manor." You smiled, your mother would go ballistic if she found out you'd gotten yourself a job, let alone at the manor now inhabited by Fae if the rumors were to be believed, however, the young woman you had met with for the interview, Vassa, seemed human, rounded ears and all. You stood, straightening your skirts and kissed your father's cheek, "I love you papa, I'll see you in the morning."

It dawned on you halfway through the woods that this might not have been your best idea, Vassa though nice enough in her letters and the brief time you spent with her had insisted on meeting with you after nightfall. Dinner at the tavern, she'd insisted, it didn't strike you as odd at the time. You'd been over the moon that someone had wanted to give a girl with no work experience other than her household chores a shot.

Doubt started crawling up your neck as you remembered her telling you that she lived with two males, one who comes and goes and is sometimes gone for weeks at a time. Blush crept up your neck as you considered what kind of relationship the three of them had. Initially you hadn't thought anything of it when she told you that your working times would be from sunset to sunrise but now as you approached the ivy covered manor it seemed odd that they would want you to work through the night, would your cleaning and tidying up of the library not disturb them?

By the time you reached the path up to the door you were fighting the urge to run home, Wren's voice floated into your head. "You miss all of the chances you don't take Y/N, so take them all." God's you missed him, he'd left to fight the war and like your 4 older brothers was yet to return. If you closed your eyes you could see his sandy hair blowing in the wind and his ocean blue eyes drowning your very soul in the best of ways. As a teenager you'd always assumed he would be your husband one day but you were both 25 now and he was still to ask. Was there someone else? Before you could travel any further down that particular thought path the door of the manor swung open, "Y/N!" Vassa's melodic voice called from the doorway, you smiled up at her and walked the rest of the way to the front door, "It's so lovely to see you again, thank you for coming!" She beamed at you and led you into the house.

"I thought I would give you a tour of the house before dinner?" She suggested and you raised an eyebrow, "Dinner?" She smiled, "Why yes, did you think I expected you to work through the night? No, no, tonight was merely for me to introduce you to Jurian and Lucien, who should be home in time for dinner, as they will be the ones here during the day!" You smiled, despite your stomach churning, "I understand, thank you."

The manor itself was beautiful, light and airy with magnificent gardens, even if they did need a little bit of love, a job that would've been perfect for Elain Archeron you mused. The library took your breath away, it was the best collection of books you'd ever seen, Vassa had explained that they needed organising, some of them fixing from the time they'd been left on the shelves, a job you jumped at having spent your childhood learning from your father who was a bookbinder by trade. "What about these ones?" You asked guesturing to a pile of books next to one of the armchairs by the fire, "Those are Lucien's, he likes to read more than anyone I know, he's always bringing books back from his trips." She explained, you took in the titles on the spines of the books and couldn't help but think you could be good friends with this Lucien, his taste in books was exquisite.

Finally she led you to the dining room, where a handsome man was sat, nose deep in a map he was studying, Vassa cleared her throat. "Jurian, this is Y/N, she's going to be helping out around here." You curtsied and she snorted with laughter. "There's no need for such formalities around here Y/N, it's lovely to make your acquaintance." You opened your mouth to reply but you weren't given the chance, "Knock it off, Jurian, don't send the girl screaming from the house before she's even started." Your eyes met an eye of russet and one of some kind of metal that you didn't recognise, it whirred as he looked you up and down, your gaze swept over him in return, beautiful, he was beautiful, he was like no man you had ever seen but your heart stopped when you saw his ears, pointed ears, fae ears. "Ignore Lucien," Jurian's voice pulled your attention back to him, "He's old and grumpy." Lucien snorted, "You're older than me, General." Vassa interrupted their bickering, "Can we have one nice meal, please? We have a guest."

Over the following weeks you'd gotten used to Lucien and Jurian and their teasing and bickering, which had now turned into the two of them teasing you. Jurian's favourite was to constantly remind you of the plate you had dropped and broken when Lucien came striding through the kitchen in nothing but his trousers which were hanging indecently low on his hips, your face had been red for far too long afterwards and Jurian wouldn't drop the fact that Lucien had scandalised you. What he hadn't seen, the cause for the dropping of the plate was the wink and smirk he threw at you as he left the kitchen.

There was something sad about Lucien, however, he seemed haunted, like he wasn't really in the room with you, his mind always elsewhere. You'd been working at the manor for six weeks when you started to figure it out. You were working late in the library, trying to put back together a particularly beautiful book that had seen better times.

You sighed, giving up for the evening, your mind travelling back to Lucien who had become your friend over these last week's, he'd filled the hole that Wren had left and he made you smile, you were refusing to acknowledge the little kicks your heart did when his focus was solely on you. Knowing you'd achieve no more with the book tonight, you stood and brushed down your skirts and crept down the stairs quietly so as to not wake anyone when voices from the parlor stopped you in your tracks.

"You weren't there Lucien!" A female voice hissed, a voice you knew but you couldn't quite place, "I was across the continent, do you really think if I'd known you had been taken I wouldn't have come for you?" He asked back, his voice gentle in contrast to hers, "I-" he cut her off, "Even if I was there, if I'd battled my way through that camp to you, would you have come with me? Would you have taken my hand as easily as you took his? Would you have trusted me with your life to get you out of there like you trust him?" She was silent, he must've realised she wasn't going to answer him so he continued. "I would die for you, give my life for yours, that's what mates do, but you need to decide, Elain, if you don't want me, have no interest in even getting to know me, then you need to reject the bond." Elain? Elain Archeron? It couldn't be. "I didn't come here to fight, Lucien." It was, that was her voice, unmistakably so. "Then why did you come?" His voice was short. "I don't know, it was a mistake. Goodnight Lucien."

You threw yourself into the bar room across the hall so she didn't see you on her way out, so she didn't know you'd been listening. You heard the front door open and close, then silence for a few beats, then something shattered in the parlor. He was hurting, obviously so, and despite the fact you knew he'd be furious that you'd heard, you couldn't let him hurt alone. Taking a deep breath you poured two fingers of whiskey into a tumbler and walked into the parlor, you spotted the vase shattered in the corner as you entered and Lucien's head snapped up from where he was sitting.

"I didn't mean to hear, I was just on my way out." You rushed out as you thrust your hand towards him with the glass of whisky. He studied you and took the glass. "What did you hear?" You considered not telling him for half a second, just that you'd heard the vase smash, but you had never been a good liar. "Umm, everything from, you weren't there, to when she left." He sighed and took a sip of the whisky. "What's going on there?" You asked as you began to pick up the pieces of glass, "She was turned fae, by a mistake I made, that I allowed Tamlin to make, when she was turned, the mating bond snapped for me, she seems to have no interest most of the time, but then occasionally she'll tell me she can hear my heart or she'll just show up here, her sisters are mated to two members of the night court, so close they are almost brothers. Elain has taken a shine to the third brother. I won't stand in her way if he is what she wants, but the bond is killing me."

You considered his words, "Did you mean that? That you'd die for her? Even knowing she longs for another?" You asked quietly. "The bond is all consuming, there's no lengths I wouldn't go to in order to protect her, even if it isn't me she wants. In an old Autumn Court tradition, I could challenge him to a blood duel, a fight to the death, but if he dies, it'll hurt her, if I die, which is the most likely outcome of that, she'll feel the pain of the bond dying." You hummed, "So you leave it alone, let her make her own choices, even if it's killing you inside?" You looked over your shoulder at him and he nodded, "You're a good man, Lucien, if she can't see that then it's her issue, not yours." You could feel his eyes watching you. "Male." Was all he said, "What?" "I'm fae, I'm not a man, I'm a male." You snorted a little laugh, "My apologies, you're a good male, Lucien." He cracked a small smile, "That's better." He teased, then tensed, you felt the pain a moment later. The shard of glass you had picked up slipped and had sliced your palm, he must've scented the blood. He was by your side before you'd even registered him moving.

"Here, let me." He said gently, taking the shards of glass from your hand and placing them on the table you were both kneeling in front of. Lucien's metal eye whirred as it scanned over the cut in your palm and he carefully helped you to your feet and guided you to the chair he was previously sat in. "I'll be right back." He told you, tucking a loose strand of hair behind your ear. He literally was right back, you hadn't even had time to wonder where he'd gone. Graceful as any courtier he knelt In front of you and took your much smaller hand in his much larger calloused one and began cleaning it to stitch and wrap it. You studied his eye, both normal and metal, his face, his hands while he worked. "Ask." He said, not looking away from where he was threading a needle, "What?" His eyes met yours then, "The questions you've got running in your head, ask them while I do this." You allowed yourself a small smile.

"I can ask anything?" You questioned before you started firing your questions at him, "Yes, but I can choose not to answer and I get to ask questions in return." You smiled properly at him then, "Okay! Deal!" He tensed, "Be very careful using the word deal round fae little human, some of us would take advantage of that." He said, warning lacing his words, you let out a breath, "I'm sorry, I'll be careful." He inclined his head for you to ask your first question, "What happens if Elain rejects the mating bond?" He paused before starting his first stitch, "Starting with the hard hitting questions I see." You shrugged, "It could very well drive me to madness." You gasped, "Is it really that bad?" He nodded while you winced at the first prick of the needle, "Have you ever experienced missing someone so much it's like a part of your soul is missing?" He asked, you said one name in response, "Wren." You could tell he was going to come back to that name, "It's like that but everything is amplified as a fae." You nodded in understanding, "You won't have to go through that alone, Lucien." He raised his eyes to yours, "If she rejects it, I won't let you descend into madness." You clarified for him, "If she rejects the bond, you are not to come anywhere near me, I'll be a very volatile male, for a long time." You shook your head, "Like, my lifetime long?" You asked as he did the second and third stitches, "Maybe even longer." You couldn't imagine him just not being there one day because Elain Archeron couldn't see how amazing this male in front of you was, "No, you wouldn't hurt me Lucien, not ever." You told him, nothing but complete and utter confidence and trust in him shining in your eyes.

"Who's Wren?" He asked as he started his sixth and final stitch. "Wren is my best friend, I haven't seen him in almost a year, he joined the war and went past the wall, truth be told I'm not even sure he's still alive but I pictured my entire life with him, I don't want to admit that he's gone." Lucien began wrapping your hand, "You were engaged to this Wren?" He asked, "Oh…no, I just, I was so sure he was going to ask but I'm 25 now and he hasn't and my mother is desperately trying to make me a match so the villagers don't think I'm a witch or something." Lucien hummed at the information you'd just give him, "You'd be a good little witch and this Wren is a fool for not asking for your hand." You couldn't help the blush that crawled up your neck.

It was your turn for a question and Lucien waited patiently for it, "Who's Tamlin?" Was the question you settled on, Lucien didn't miss a beat before he said "Pass, ask a different question." You noted his refusal and decided you'd ask Jurian instead the next time Lucien was away. "Did you fight in the war?" He hesitated this time, his eye going distant before coming back to you, "I did, with the Humans, I fought alongside Jurian and Vassa and Elain's father." You scrambled to open your locket necklace, one side a picture of your brother, the other, Wren, "Did you see any of these men? Fight with them?" He studied the two pictures, analysed them, and then tapped the one of your brothers, "I never saw them, him however-" he tapped the picture of Wren, "I knew him, this is your Wren?" He asked and you nodded, scrambling for words, "You knew him? As in, past tense?" Lucien nodded somberly, "He fell, Y/N, I'm so sorry, he fought valiantly, he got cut down by an enemy general, I couldn't get to him quick enough." Your face crumbled and your heart shattered as you fell forward into Lucien's arms and cried.

[triplesilverstar]

The morning grind sure can be hard

Rating: Explicit 18+ Minors DNI

Pairing: Vash X Wolfwood, Vash X F!Reader, Wolfwood X F!Reader,  Vash X F!Reader X Wolfwood

CW: Awkward moments, Post sex, making out, Grinding, clothed sex, sexting, harassment, Mentioned fingering

Word count: Roughly 3.4K

A/N: Chapter Seven. With a return to the plot of roommates, where you’re waiting to hear how you made out from your interview and it’s causing a few awkward moments whenever your phone rings. Maybe Wolfwood can distract you one morning while your office is closed.

As the next week progressed you found yourself diving for your phone whenever it rang. The boys had looked at you bewildered at one point when you’d been sandwiched between them for a nap post sex and you hit the floor with a thump in your hurry to grab your phone and check it as it rang. 

“Little bear! Calm down before you hurt yourself!” Nicholas had dropped back down to the bed with a flop while you just felt your skin burn in embarrassment. 

“I just. Want to leave a good impression if it’s the new job.” Almost a whine as it left your throat.

That had been a few days ago. Now you were sitting on the floor in the living room, all your bills spread out on the coffee table as you looked at your budget. At this rate with no longer having a car you were getting a nice little stash built up in your savings account, maybe you’d be able to plan a trip to go visit your dad. 

Updating your notebook just as Nicholas shuffled in wearing just his sweatpants and his cross hanging around his neck. You’d noticed he was wearing it more and more lately, or at least since you had moved in. A quick shake of your head as you take note of how low strung his pants are around his hips. “Coffee should still be hot Nico.” A grunt in response and trailing his hand down over his stomach while trying to wake up, and you chuckle as you round up your bills. “And good morning.” 

Some kind of noise you think might have been a good morning tumbles out of the kitchen with the sounds of a drawer being opened and a spoon swirling inside a mug and the fridge door opening and closing. 

Letting out a low whistle as Nicholas reappears with the mug to his lips steps pausing for a moment before smirking around the edge of the dark blue mug. Sitting on the couch and reaching down to drag you so you’re encased by both of his legs on either side of you feeling the heat from his legs sink into your sides. “Morning.” His voice is hoarse, a sign he’s still half asleep and you let your head lean against his knee. 

“Vash still asleep?” 

“No. He left this morning and had something to do, he said before work.” A long rumble from him and just something about his tone made you relax a little more against him. “You working today?” 

“No. Are you working tonight?” You’d gotten a text this morning while getting ready that there had been a malware attack last night and the network was down so no one was going into the office while they tried to fix it. 

“Um” That has you raising an eyebrow. Out of the three of you Nicholas is the one who doesn’t stumble over his words often or get flustered easily. “I wanted to tell you and Vash together.” Oh that really has your attention, sitting up more and turning, folding your arms and laying your hands over his knee and settling your chin on it while looking up at him. 

Wolfwood for his part seeing you looking up at him still in your pajamas with messy hair and a hint of sleep still in your eyes was doing his best to keep his face from burning up at how cute you looked. He was certain at this point that you had zero idea how adorable you looked when you did things like that, his heart doing that odd little dance in his chest that it did when Vash would take his larger hand in his when they were out on dates. You were without a doubt worming your way into his heart just like Vash had, and he was finding it harder to imagine you not living with him. 

“I applied for an internal job change at work, I’m switching to days instead of nights. So a bit of a pay cut but I wanted to spend more time with you two.” You feel your grin grow, watching his cheeks darken the smallest amount. 

“Oh, Nico. You’re so sweet!” Cooing up at him and feeling him swat the top of your head before ruffling your hair in annoyance.

“Very funny Little bear.” Taking a sip of his coffee as your phone starts to ring and you’re whipping around hard enough that Nicholas could have sworn he heard something in your body snap. 

Lifting it up he can see your eyes widen before looking at him. “Behave.” He could have laughed at just how serious you were being except that might have gone against your request to behave. “Hello? Yes, this is…” Watching you rise and slowly make your way down the hallway Wolfwood kept drinking his coffee. While he had no idea what exactly you did in human resources he knew enough about you to know you were good at it, the snooping he’d done showed a few awards for work ethic. He had no idea how far Vash had melded into your application at Saverem Inc but there was little doubt to him that you’d get the job. 

You had to be closer to your room from the way he could barely make out your voice as you spoke. The sudden silence made him worry, raising an eyebrow as you reappeared with your phone hanging at your side. 

“How’d it g-” 

“I got the job!” Squealing as you launched yourself at him he barely had time to put his coffee down before you were in his lap grinning, hands on the sides of his face before kissing him.

Letting his hands settle on your hips, thumbs slipping under your shirt to rub circles into your skin, Wolfwood moaned. Mouth chasing yours as you pulled away, enjoying the sensation of your fingers sliding through his hair before lacing together and resting on the back of his neck. You looked radiant with that megawatt smile on your face looking down at him, and he felt his heart stutter in his chest hoping you didn’t hear it. He might not have it as bad as Vash did but he was falling for you just as surely as the blond had. 

Coming a little more to his senses a wolfish grin settled on his features. “Well, congratulations then little bear. When do you start?” 

Shifting your hips a little as more of your weight was pressing into him as your nose twitched and you looked skyward. “I need to confirm that with them. First I need to give my notice at my current employer and see if I can just cash out my vacation time or if I have to be there till the end. Once I have that I can call them back with a firm day I can start.” Letting your fingers play with the longer hairs at the back of his neck, while you verbally went over what you needed to do. 

You could get started on your resignation letter this morning since you had no idea if you could still be called into work or not if they got the system up and running. While you were thinking you missed the flicker of mischief in Nicholas’s eyes, but felt his rough palms grip you a little tighter and pull you down on him more grinding up into you. 

“How about we celebrate a little then this morning?” Feeling his cock twitch under your core, feeling yourself flush at the thought. 

“What did you have in mind?” Licking your lips as your nerves overtook you a little, the most you’ve still done with the boys is make out when the three of you aren’t together. Part of you still sees it as some unwritten rule. Very much a self-imposed rule you put on yourself while trying to figure out what you want with them, feeling like until you give them an answer you shouldn’t be doing anything with either of them of a sexual nature without the other around. 

He didn’t miss the apprehension on your face “hey hey, nothing too crazy Little bear. Just a bit of grinding and making out. I’m sort of getting off to the idea of you making me cream my pants just from grinding on me.” His thumbs rubbing light circles into your hips as he speaks, trying to take any of the perceived pressure away from his comment. “No pressure, you know you can walk away from the offer if you want.” 

“I know Nico. I know.” Biting your lower lip now as your fingers began to play with his dark locks once more, unaware the way your teeth were settled into your lip was making Nicholas even harder under you. “I just. Hate feeling like I'm taking advantage of you and Vash since I haven't given you guys an answer.” Admitting it makes you flush, because at the back of your mind it makes you feel like you're making them cheat on one another if it's just you there. 

“Don't.” Sliding one of his hands along your jaw so his fingers can glide to the side of your neck and cup your cheek, making sure your eyes are firmly locked on his. “Vash and I aren't trying to pressure you into giving us an answer, maybe we need to have another talk about the three of us and what we all do together if you're feeling apprehensive like this.”

At the intensity of his eyes you swallow, feeling far more than nervous at those dark orbs that seem to pierce into your soul. When Nicholas looks at you like that your core throbs almost painfully, and now the idea of a little relief is slowly taking up more space in your mind. You've grinded on both men before but always as a precursor to something further. “Ok Nico. I think I'd like that.” Tilting your head and keeping his hand close to your skin so you can kiss the inside of his palm. “Could we maybe try and if my nerves get the better of me we stop?” Almost shy as you whisper the question. 

“Of course Little bear, I hope by now you know we can always stop.” While his eyes are still just as intense you can see the softening at the edge of them as he dons that wolfish smile you've come to love. 

Leaning down to close the distance and lock your lips together as you give your hips a roll, almost moaning against him as his clothed bulge seems to rub all the right places. As the two of you refrain from deepening the kiss too quickly, sitting with light pressure and shifting, Nicholas trails his hand down your neck and side squeezing some of your flesh as he goes before resting on your hip once more. Using them like a handle to better position you so the friction from you moving feels more intense, and now as you grind it feels more like his dick is framed by the folds of your pussy. 

Letting out a low groan as his own hips jerk upwards and your eyes flutter under your lids as more fluid starts to pool from your core down onto the fabric of your underwear. A tingling along your spine at the slow pace and through the fabric you can feel the heat radiating from Nicholas’s cock. Letting out a soft whimper at one long slow roll of his hips that has you sliding along what feels like the length of his clothed dick. 

Breathing hard as you keep grinding against him, the throbbing in your core almost unbearable, wishing it was filled. The noises coming Nicholas aren’t helping your growing arousal simmering inside of you. Low grunts as his rough lips pepper the skin near your mouth, his wide tongue engaging yours in sloppy open mouth kisses in between the push and pull of your hips. 

As the warmth in your core spreads you pause at one roll and shudder, you can feel his cock twitching violently in his pants between the folds of your pussy. Pulling away from him a little and opening your eyes more, taking in his disheveled expression and the jagged edge of his pupils. Licking his lips sensually, well aware you’re watching him. “Don’t hold back little bear, I’m almost there.” That deep rumble from his voice has you blinking like mad, the idea he’s this bother because of just you makes your head spin. 

Untangling your fingers from his hair to plant them on his shoulders to keep yourself stable and let you put more force into your grinding, rolling your hips as strongly as you could now. Focusing on Nicholas’s face intent on making him cum through his pants, seeing his adam’s apple bobbing like mad as he swallowed and his nostrils flared. “Al-most” his voice like gravel and you have a front row view as his eyes roll back in his head in time to a sharp jerk of his lower half. The morphing of his face intoxicating as he slumps back into the couch cushions the tightness around his eyes fading and his jaw slackening. A view you usually don’t get to see since Nicholas tends to be behind you or beside you and it’s gorgeous to see all that carefully maintained control fade as he comes. 

“There” you whisper, closing the distance to kiss his forehead, hearing him let out a low hum. 

Cracking an eye open with a lazy grin and gently massaging your upper thigh, swallowing before parting his lips. “Damn that felt good, want me to return the favor?” Sounding lazy as he keeps rubbing your upper thigh and your core clenches at the thought. 

Only for your phone to ring before you could answer, your shoulders dropping as you lean back to grab it from the coffee table and seeing the number for your office flash up. Answering it “Hello?” Hoping your office doesn’t sound like you just grinded on your roommate until he came and you were horny as hell. 

Nodding as you’re told the office is back up and running. “Yea I can be there after lunch, I’ll see you then Michelle.” Clicking your phone closed and leaning backwards knowing Nicholas will catch you and closing your eyes in frustration. “Looks like I am working today. How about a rain check on that favor?” You need the time to shower and get the bus, and it’s going to be a cold shower to get rid of the haze in your system.

A low chuckle from Nicholas has you cracking an eye at him seeing that tell tale wolfish grin in place. “How about I help you out in the shower?” It tempting but you know you won’t make it in time to catch your bus if you accept. “Afterwards how about I give you a ride to work once we’re done, because I wanna watch you slump on my fingers deep in your core. Right. Now.” Having pulled you closer to him and practically growling the last few words right in your ear.  

The spasming in your core makes the decision easy. “Let’s go.” 

Almost an hour later the two of you are sitting on Wolfwood’s motorcycle outside of your office and Wolfwood has to admit, you look damn good in one of his jackets as you dismount. Sure the padding made him look bigger, the protective plates inside the fabric if he ended up in an accident adding a lot more to his bulk. Yet on you it looked like a kid wearing their parents clothes for how much it dwarfed your smaller frame. 

Glad he only flicked the visor of his helmet up instead of removing it, otherwise you’d see the darkening of his cheeks as you peeled it off revealing your business casual clothes. Swallowing as your hair seemed to fall in soft waves as you pulled his spare helmet off your head, Wolfwood knew he had fallen and fallen hard. Just like he did after that first night in bed with Vash, certain he’d have hearts in his eyes if you stayed there longer. “Thanks for the ride Nico.” A shy smile on your face as he took the helmet and jacket back and packed them inside one of his saddle bags. 

“No problem Little Bear, have a good day at work.” A two fingered salute that he could see made the blood rush up your cheeks. “See you at home later.” A short wave from you before turning and heading towards your office. Wolfwood might have hated to see you leave but he loved watching you go and enjoyed the way your ass moved as your legs shifted. 

Only to watch your paces speed up the closer you got to the door, and he felt his blood boil at what he heard from a group of men about 15 meters from the door. 

A short sharp whistle from a man with a long white stick hanging from his lips. Followed by another man yelling at you. “Hey good looking, is that the latest man’s dick you jumped on? If you want a real ride you can bump uglies with me.” 

“I can show you a real good time whore.” Another called, with someone laughing while slapping the first man’s shoulder and all of them laughing. 

“And you don’t have to pretend you moved in with me for me to plow you either slut.” Wolfwood felt the bones in his fingers creak as he made a fist, discreetly pulling his phone out and snapping a picture of the group. It wouldn’t do to go punching the group of them, no doubt friends of your ex. He might not know much about office drama but he knew even casual water cooler gossip wouldn’t escalate to that. 

Switching to text and tapping the top conversation and adding the recently taken image. ‘Lackies of the asshole. LB is getting harassed going to work.’ 

It doesn’t take long for his phone to bing with a response. ‘Should we start driving her to and from work? I don’t like the idea of her putting up with that. It might not take long to escalate into something dangerous.’ Wolfwood can just picture Vash sitting staring at his phone with a little furrow to his brow. 

He’d find it cute if he wasn’t annoyed with his boyfriend at the moment, even if he had the right idea for taking you to and from work for however much longer you’d be working there. ‘She might not like that, oh and she got the new job. Mr I didn’t do anything but you and I both know you did save them.’ 

‘*Saverem.’ 

‘Ducking autocorrect’ Biting the inside of his cheek in annoyance of his phone still not understanding his boyfriend's last name and the final autocorrect message. 

‘Your phone should know fuck by now Nico.’ Rolling his eyes as the dots flash at the bottom of his screen as Vash types away. ‘Well at least we don’t have to deal with those assholes for long. We can swing the excuse of wanting to spend more time with her while she thinks about dating us for the pickups and drops off.’ 

Rolling his eyes because thinking about the response Wolfwood realizes it could be an option that you’d agree too. The pretense of spending more time together while you think about it and if this afternoon in the shower was anything to go by he had a good idea what way you were leaning. ‘She might buy it. Speaking off, are you gonna tell her now? This might blow up in your handsome face.’ 

Smirking as he threw in the quick attempt to flirt and could envision a pink Vash with a hand over his mouth. ‘Well this handsome face would like to be covered in some white sauce later.’ Followed by a winking emoji. 

‘You can’t avoid it forever. And I’d rather you choked on something instead, but I’m sure we can come to an agreement.’ Tucking his phone back into the inner pocket he keeps it in, wanting to get home before his pants grow even tighter with how Vash tried to redirect the conversation. Wondering if he could get you and Vash to suck him off together again tonight, weaving through traffic while sporting a chub. 

Chapter Six: Chapter Eight

Master list

[lieslab]

Cookie monster

Summary: After working hard while preparing for a comeback, you decide to make Felix's life a little sweeter.

Pairing: Felix X gn reader

Genre: Fluff

Word Count: 2.4K

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When Felix came home from the JYP building, he was exhausted. Half-closed lids and sleepy eyes. One slight touch and he might topple over like a stack of dominoes. The night before, he hadn’t gotten much sleep. With a day full of bustling activity, there wasn’t time for rest. 

New dances to learn, new songs to record, another language to memorize. Glued to a chair while stylists did their best to hide the ever-growing brown bags beneath his eyes. Stuck somewhere between this reality and the next, he’d turned into a zombie. 

The same routine was starting to get to him again. The days felt repetitive and no matter how much he tried to change his mindset, it was starting to bother him. Another comeback was creeping up and everyone was trying their best to be ready for it. 

If it meant lack of sleep and a skipped meal here and there, so be it. He had one goal in mind and it was to perform and be better than the last comeback. He put too much pressure on himself and he was starting to crack. 

You saw through him easily. His multiple text messages filled with emojis had turned into a few one-word responses throughout the day. The phone calls between the two of you had ceased. You tried your best to be there for him, but it wasn’t always possible. You had a job and your own life to focus on. 

The opening of the front door caused you to end the phone call with your friend and slip into the living room. Felix stood with his eyes closed and his back pressed against the door. You studied his prominent jawline and golden freckled face while debating to approach him or not. 

Eventually, you gave into your temptation and started towards him. His eyes opened and his lips turned up into a sleepy smile. “Hi, baby.” He held his arms out towards you. 

You hurried forward and wrapped your arms around him tightly. Your own smile appeared on your face as you pressed your cheek into his white shirt. “Hi. Did you have a good day?” 

“It was okay, but I’m exhausted.” His arms engulfed you in a loving hug. You let out a soft sigh and held him a little tighter. He chuckled, “what’s this for?” 

“Am I not allowed to miss my significant other?” You glanced up at him with a teasing tone. 

He shrugged, “you’re not normally too fond of skin-ship.” 

“You might have caught me. I’ve had a rough day and I missed you more than I usually do. Plus, you have a comeback and interviews and traveling and yo-” 

Felix groaned at the thought of it all. “Please don’t remind me. I just want to climb into our bed. I went to the studio this morning and I swear I could feel the stress in the building throughout the day. Everyone is putting so much pressure on themselves. We’re exhausted and the comeback isn’t here yet.” 

“It sounds like you guys need a break.” 

“I know,” Felix frowned, “but we can’t afford to take one right now. It’ll smooth over soon, it always does, but until then; we all feel like we’re in a bit of a rut right now. I love my job and I love my fans so much, but sometimes I wish I could take a week long break.” 

“And everyone is working so hard right now. So many people are exhausted, but they keep going. It’s unhealthy, but it’s inspiring too. I’m not sure how they’re doing it. The band members, our personal staff and stylists, the management, etc. They’re doing an amazing job and I wish I knew how to thank them for staying strong in such a chaotic time period.” 

Another smile appeared on your face. Felix was one of the most selfless people you knew. Even in a time of madness, he was still looking out for the people around him. You knew exactly what people were referring to when they called him sunshine. 

He placed his chin on top of your head and closed his eyes. He basked in the warmth of your presence. He spent all day counting down the minutes until he could be back with you and now here you were. The two of you made it through another day safe and sound and found each other in the other’s arms. 

After a few more seconds, you pulled away. Felix’s mouth opened in a yawn and he shoved a hand over his mouth. He murmured an apology and rubbed his eyes. He had waited all day to see you and he didn’t want to miss a second of it. He hadn’t seen you since the previous night. 

“Come on, let’s go lay down.” You slipped your hand into his and tugged him to the bedroom. “You’ll feel a lot better after you’ve had a decent night of sleep.” He stumbled after you and let you lead him down the hall. 

Once you reached the bedroom, you pulled him inside and shut the door behind you. He wasted no time pulling the covers back, but before he could climb into the bed, you stopped him. He struggled to keep his eyes open as he looked at you. 

You smiled to yourself and disappeared into the bathroom. You came back with makeup remover wipes. Your movements were soft and delicate. You made sure to remove the foundation between the creases of his nostrils. With light pressure, you pressed against his closed lids to remove the eye shadow. 

He had been in makeup for hours filming a video for their YouTube channel. Your movements caused him to let out a soft sigh. When you finished, he crawled into the bed. You threw away the makeup wipes, washed your hands, and crept into the bed beside him. 

His eyes were closed and you figured he was asleep until a mumbled “thank you” filled the air. You moved closer because you knew he liked the skin-ship. Within seconds, his face was tucked into the crook of your neck. He wrapped his arms around you and clung to you. 

There was nothing he loved more than being with you. To be encapsulated with your scent; sweet as sugar, just like you. Your bodies fit together perfectly. Felix always joked that you had been made specifically for him. Handcrafted by a god and hand delivered personally. 

The two of you met each other at a bakery. Felix was a sucker for sweets and you were picking up a friend’s birthday cake. You were in a rush and nearly took the poor man out in your hurry. You apologized and hurried out of the bakery. 

You were in such a rush that you had forgotten your wallet on the counter. When Felix realized, he grabbed it and hurried after you, but by the time he got outside, you had already disappeared. He thought he’d never see you again until he started going through your wallet to try and find information about your identification. 

He found your address on your ID. The next day, he showed up at your house. You were alarmed at the sight of him. How had the man from the bakery found your house? He reassured you he wasn’t a creep, he just wanted to return your wallet. 

He stood by while you checked to make sure everything was still in it. You hadn’t realized you left it behind. Too scatterbrained due to the last minute event, it left your mind. On a whim, you invited him inside for a drink. It was the least you could do to reward him for returning the wallet. You called it an embarrassing mistake, but Felix reassured you it was fate.

One of your hands ran through his silky blonde hair. Twirling the strands around your fingers and letting it dance in your touch. Sleep washed over Felix quickly and you were left alone while he entered dreamland. You weren’t the greatest when it came to skin-ship, but Felix adored it and nothing made you happier than seeing him smile. 

After a while, you untangled yourself from his limbs. You replaced your body in Felix’s arms with your pillow. Sure it wasn’t you, but he’d still cling to it mid-sleep. He slept peacefully as long as he was wrapped around someone or something. 

You rethought the words he spoke earlier about wanting to thank everyone for working hard. Felix always loved to show his gratitude rather through his actions, his words, or gifts. Grabbing the brass knob, you slowly turned it and slipped out the door. Walking out into the kitchen in your t-shirt, shorts, and fuzzy socks, you searched through the cupboards. You didn’t have enough ingredients, but you could get them delivered via door-dash. 

In less than an hour, you had more ingredients than you possibly needed. Maybe you were going a bit overboard, but you didn’t care. You’d do anything to make Felix happy and if it meant sacrificing one night of sleep, so be it. 

You pulled out a mixing bowl, all of your ingredients, and pre-heated the oven. Grabbing a black apron from the hook in the kitchen, you slipped it over your head. With a final act of hand-washing, you were finally ready to begin. 

In the early hours of the morning, Felix’s eyes opened. He was painfully aware that the warmth of your body wasn’t beside him. The bed was empty and you were missing. He yawned and his arms stretched above his head. 

With a glance over at his alarm clock, he realized he slept for hours. For the first time in days, he felt prepared to take on the day. He slipped out beneath the covers. The cool morning air brushed against his bare arms. He shoved a hand through his hair to push it away from his forehead. 

He walked out of the room and into the hall. The faint smell of chocolate filled the air. He raised an eyebrow and padded towards the kitchen. It was a little after six in the morning. What could you possibly do with chocolate at this hour? 

The closer he got to the kitchen, the louder the soft humming was. He rounded the corner and froze in his place. His eyes widened in shock at the sight before him. He rubbed his eyes with his fists wondering if he was still dreaming. 

“Baby?” 

His deep morning voice caused you to turn from the stack of dirty dishes. You smiled at him, “good morning.” 

“What is all of this?” His eyes scanned the counter-tops. You had wrapped them in tinfoil and placed cookie after cookie on them. 

You spent all night mixing, shaping, and baking different cookies. Scooping them onto the foil lined counters and repeating. Chocolate chip, snicker-doodle, oatmeal raisin. Cookies that were bright pink, made from strawberry box cake mix, and contained white chocolate chips. Cookies from chocolate box cake mix that contained chocolate peppermint pieces. 

“Uh…cookies?” 

“Did you make these while I was sleeping?” 

“Yeah,” you turned back around to continue on your large stack of dishes. 

“Babe, there’s gotta be like hundreds of cookies here.” 

“It’s only maybe five-hundred. I lost count at some point. I got to about four-hundred and seventy-three and I got sidetracked because I had to take another sheet out of the oven. Do you want one? You can have one.” 

Felix picked up one of the light pink cookies. “What is this?” He inspected it before taking a bite of it. His eyes lit up with joy. “Oh, wow. Strawberry?” You glanced over at him and nodded. 

“Why did you make all of these?” 

“Honestly, I was having a bit of a rough night.” It wasn’t a lie. You had been having a hard night. Swarmed by anxious thoughts about the future and haunted by past mistakes. “So I threw my stress into my baking like you do sometimes.” 

“It’s a very good stress reliever.” 

“It is and you said you wanted a way to thank everyone for their hard work. I’m not sure how many employees work at your company, so I hope it’s enough. If there’s not enough, I can make more. I would have asked you to help, but you’ve been so busy and you need your rest.” 

Felix’s face softened and tears welled up in his eyes. When you didn’t hear a response, you dried your hands on a towel and turned around to face him. Thinking you did something wrong, your face fell. “What? What did I do? Did I make too many?” 

Felix quickly shook his head. “Not at all, but you didn’t have to do this.” 

“I know I didn’t have to, but I wanted to. You’ve been working hard and so has your staff and the guys. I made multiple kinds, so I hope there’s something everyone likes. I was going to make peanut butter, but then I realized someone might have a nut allergy. Plus, the chocolate chip cookies are gluten free.” 

Felix’s bottom lip quivered. He walked toward you and wrapped his arms around you tightly. His face upturned into a smile as he squeezed you. You laughed while he rocked you back and forth. 

“Thank you, baby. Have I ever told you how much I love you?” 

“I’m sure I’ve heard it a few times.” 

“Well, I love you so much. You’re really special to me, you know that? This was such a cute gesture, I love it. The guys and the staff are going to love them! I can’t wait to tell them you made them. Do you want to come in early with me and help pass them out?” 

“I should shower first. I have batter in my hair and flour on my shirt. I got so messy that the apron did very little to stop my disasters.” You pulled away after returning his hug. “I’ll be back in a few minutes.” 

Felix watched you leave and glanced back at the cookies. He took another bite of the cookie in his hand. The sweetness of the artificial strawberry and the vanilla buttery flavor of the white chocolate combined together and exploded on his tongue. 

He laughed to himself and shook his head. His eyes scanned the cookies once more before he pulled his phone out of his back pocket. He typed in his password and changed your contact to cookie monster. 

He had never loved anyone more than he loved you.

[mayhem-neverending]

As the Pendulum Swings

Part II

Word Count: 2,054

Warnings: None

You were rudely awoken by the ringing of your phone early the next morning. As you had suspected the day before, it was the administrators from the junior high regretfully informing you that you were out of a job. Apparently, the students had been split up and sent to the surrounding schools and they didn’t have space for another English teacher.

After they ended the call, you flopped your arm back on the bed and stared up at the ceiling. With as much energy as you could muster, you willed the universe to grant you a job at the strange school you had been taken to the day previous. Despite it being your only employment offer, you wanted more than anything to work there so you could learn about Curses and Jujutsu and the like.

You glided your hand over the smooth skin of your side. If you hadn’t gotten the call from the school, you would have genuinely believed everything that happened the day before was a fever dream. The image of the Curse’s bloodshot eyes staring into your own floated into your mind’s eye, causing a shiver to run down your spine. You would have been impressed with your imagination had that been a fever dream, you thought.

After spending a few minutes pulling yourself out of bed, you trotted to your bathroom and stripped. You were still dirty from the night before; falling into a dreamless sleep the second your backside landed on the bed. You turned the nozzle to start the shower, examining the dirt under your nails while you waited for the water to heat up. In your mind, the events that had unfolded were truly spectacular; equally horrifying and fascinating.

You stayed in the shower until the water turned cold. You dressed in something a little more casual than you had for school. While stepping into a pair of jeans, a knock sounded at your door. Your brows furrowed, curious as to who it could be. Hurrying with your pants, you stumbled over to the door.

Upon opening it, you were greeted with a familiar face. He smiled down at you and leaned up against the door frame. “Good morning,”

“Gojo, good morning. How can I help you?”

Nanami had helped you back to the hotel the night before after giving you a short rundown of the basics of jujutsu and curses. It didn’t surprise you that he knew where you were staying - just that he was there.

“Oh, well I was going to call you, but you neglected to give me your number,” he paused, one side of his smile lifting a little higher than the other. “So, I had to come in person,”

“For?”

“For your interview with Principal Yaga,”

You looked up at him blankly for a moment, and then it clicked. A bright smile lifted your lips that Gojo immediately matched. “I mean, you basically have the job. This is really just a formality,”

You nearly started jumping for joy in the doorway. You raised your hand and high-fived Gojo, who was absolutely delighted at your excitement. “Right, of course. Are we leaving now?”

“Yep, grab what you need and follow me,”

You contained a squeal as you went to grab your satchel - which you noticed was cleaned of blood - and followed him out the door. He led you through the crowded street, chatting to you for the entirety of the ten minute walk about the best food within a five mile radius of the school. Most of the suggestions were based on the dessert options available, but you didn’t mind. This was the most you had talked to anyone since you had arrived in Tokyo, not including work conversations. It was pleasant.

The two of you climbed up a ridiculous amount of stairs to the school that left you short of breath. At the very top you had to stop for a moment, and Gojo poked fun at you for it. You ignored him and let him lead you to the principal’s “office”, which was a massive room. The principal sat at the center, all the way back against the wall, directly in front of the door.

You greeted him respectfully, bowing your head to him. He greeted you kindly, and told Gojo to get lost. Gojo dropped his shoulders and shuffled to the door quite dramatically. It seemed to you that Yaga was used to it, judging by his lack of reaction.

He called you by your last name. “How long have you been teaching?”

“Well, I substitute taught a few years while I went through school, but I only started teaching English a few days ago,”

He nodded and then asked you a series of questions that you answered to the best of your abilities. Eventually the two of you landed on your living situation, and you explained to him that you were staying at a hotel while you hunted for an apartment.

“If that’s the case, I should inform you that we do have dorms available for faculty at no cost to you,”

Your ears perked up at that. “That sounds great,”

He hummed. “Could you prepare lessons for the week and move into a dorm by Monday?”

You nodded enthusiastically. “Easily, sir,”

“It’s settled, then. Gojo is still just outside the door, so have him show you where the dorms are. I’ll have someone bring you paperwork to fill out before Monday,”

“Thank you, sir,” you stepped out, immediately spotting Gojo leaning against the wall to your left.

He pushed himself up to his full height. “So?”

You grinned. “I guess you’ll need to show me to the dorms,”

He took you to a long corridor that he explained was directly parallel to the student dorms. He let you pick a room, so you took the second door down. He swung open the door and you took a quick look around. It had a full-sized bed, a desk, a decently sized closet and a small en-suite bathroom.

“So, do you stay here or?”

He chuckled. “I live at my family’s estate. The only other teacher living on campus is Getou, but that’s because he didn’t want to pay for a place he wasn’t ever at in the first place,” he shrugged.

“Oh, so how many teachers are there?” you looked up at him with curiosity.

“It’s just us three. Then there’s Yaga, who’s the principal, Ieiri, who’s the doctor, our manager Nitta and our window Ijichi - you’ll meet him here in a little bit,”

“Window?”

He beckoned you to follow him with his fingers. You walked beside him as he led you further down the corridor. “Windows are people who can see Curses but aren’t sorcerers. They kind of act as assistants on the field,”

You nodded along as he opened a heavy door for you. You entered into a common room. It had a few sofas, a large table and a kitchenette. It was well-lit by large windows and actually had a pretty comfy atmosphere.

“Oh, thank the Lord there’s a kitchen. I’m more than ready for a homemade meal,”

“You can cook?”

“Yep,” you replied off-handedly, too busy taking stock of the kitchen utensils to really pay attention.

You glanced over at him, and a sudden thought struck you. “Wait a minute, if there’s only three teachers, how many students are there?”

“Seven,” “Seven?”

“There’s three first years - those are my students,” he said proudly, a hand going to rest on his chest.

“And there are four second years who are being taught by Getou,”

“I guess that’s a good thing? Smaller groups have a higher retention rate… but still, why so few?”

“Jujutsu sorcerers are kind of hard to come by. Not many can see Curses, and fewer can wield Cursed Energy,”

You hummed. “I remember Nanami saying something about that last night,”

You finished your inventory and fully turned to Gojo who had been studying you intently the entire time. “So, how are we going to get all my stuff up here?”

…

You waited patiently for Ijichi to pull up. The dark haired, nervous man had dropped you back off at the hotel to gather your things a little over an hour ago, and was on his way back to take you to the school. He smoothly parked the car at the curb in front of you and you heard the trunk pop. Before he could get out of the door you stepped behind the vehicle to open it fully and started putting your large suitcases in.

Ijichi hurried around to where you were. “Oh, please let me take care of that. There’s no need for you to be lifting these heavy suitcases,”

“It’s okay, a little bit of a workout will do me some good. If you want you can bring the rest of the bags over, though,”

He did just that and you packed the trunk to the brim. He opened the back door for you when you were finished and shut it behind you once you were seated and buckled. The short drive was shared in comfortable silence.

When you pulled up, you saw three teenagers in black uniforms loitering around the front of the stairs to the school. Ijichi greeted the students and helped you out of the car after popping the trunk. You walked around the car and one of the students, a boy with pink hair in an undercut and a bright smile greeted you.

“Hi! You must be the new teacher. I’m Itadori Yuji!”

Before you could respond, the only girl of the group said, “I’m just glad they decided to hire an actual teacher,”

The third student, a boy with wild black hair and green eyes nodded in agreement with her. The girl turned to you. “Kugisaki Nobara,”

You turned to the last kid. He met your eye contact for a moment before looking away. Flatly, he said, “Fushiguro Megumi,”

You gave them your name and told them it was a pleasure to meet them. “You must be the first years,”

“That’s us!” Itadori exclaimed.

Ijichi set a suitcase next to you and you turned around to help him get the rest of the luggage. There were six in total, plus a backpack that you slung on your back. The boys took two each, Kugisaki took one, and you took one. You thanked Ijichi for his help and let Itadori lead the way up the stairs.

You were impressed that he didn’t struggle in the slightest with the bags, even at the halfway point. The pace was more reasonable than the one Gojo set, but it was still exhausting, especially with the bags. Kugisaki walked next to you while the boys were in the lead by a few steps.

“So, what do you teach?” Kugisaki asked.

You made a bewildered expression. “Gojo didn’t tell you?”

She huffed. “That idiot doesn’t tell us anything,”

She leaned in a little closer to you. “He may be the strongest or whatever, but he’s not the sharpest tool in the shed,”

“Hey, you can’t just say stuff like that, Kugisaki,” Itadori frowned at her.

“Gojo is super smart, right Megumi?”

“Maybe compared to you,” Kugisaki muttered.

You huffed a laugh at their banter, thoroughly amused. It excited you that they had such strong personalities. They would make for an interesting class.

“So?” Kugisaki prompted.

“Oh, right. I teach English,”

“Huh? Why would we need to learn English?”

You could see Fushiguro roll his eyes. “Jujutsu sorcerers can be called abroad for missions. Knowing even the basics can be useful,”

“Oh, cool,”

You let the kids lead you to the teacher’s corridor since you weren’t quite certain which way to go. Itadori mused about how cool it was that you were rooming so close. You weren’t quite sure what to make of that, so you just opened the door to your new room and let them pile your suitcases in.

“Thank you for your help,” you smiled gratefully at the trio.

“Sure,”

“Yeah, of course,”

“Mhm,”

Itadori was the last out the door. “If you need any help unpacking, let me know!”

Fushiguro grabbed him by the hood and dragged him away and you shut the door behind them. You smiled to yourself, taking a good look around. This feels right.

Part III

[boigyu]

1:43 am — sparks at night

pairing! sunwoo x gn!reader. genre! fluff. wc! 683.

Tossing and turning in your bed, you couldn't seem to find any peace—and you didn't know why. Maybe the looming job interview the next morning had your nerves on edge, or maybe you weren't used to this new environment yet; but nonetheless it seemed that sleeping would be the last thing you'd do tonight.

Unable to bear the restlessness any longer, you reluctantly decided to get out of bed. You quietly slipped out of your room, trying not to disturb your roommate. As you made your way to the kitchen, you pulled out your phone to see if anyone else was awake at this ungodly hour.

Lost in the brightness of the screen, you failed to notice your roommate already in the kitchen until you bumped into him, causing both of you to startle. You blushed, feeling your face grow warm with embarrassment as you spurred out a million sorry's.

Sunwoo chuckled softly, his eyes reflecting understanding. "It's ok Y/n, no need to say sorry. Are you okay though?"

You nodded, a mixture of relief and trepidation washing over you. "Yeah, I'm okay, just couldn't sleep. You?"

Sunwoo leaned against the kitchen counter. "I had an essay due, I really have to stop procrastinating my assignments."

You chuckled, understanding what it felt like to stay up late and rush an assignment.

You both stood there for a moment, not knowing what to say or do. As you were looking around, waiting for a random topic to suddenly enter your brain, you spotted the nicely laid out array of snacks on the countertop behind Sunwoo.

"Are you hungry?" He crossed his arms and moved to give a better view of the snacks. "I was just gonna have a late night snack, we could share of course."

You contemplated but your stomach couldn't lie as it growled, betraying you. You laughed, slightly embarrassed. "Well I guess iam now."

You took a look at the selection of snacks that Sunwoo had laid out and reached out for the pepero. As you were about to grab ahold of the snack, Sunwoo's hands momentarily brushed against yours, making him quickly retreat his hand and awkwardly rub the back of his neck.

You felt a faint spark pass by you but decided to ignore it completely, not wanting to make things awkward. Sunwoo did as well and mumbled a quick sorry, quickly deciding to find a different snack. "Do you wanna watch a movie?" Sunwoo said, snack in hand.

You turned to look at him, giving Sunwoo your full attention. "Sure, what movie?"

You both started moving toward the living room and Sunwoo turned on his favorite movie, 'Kimi no na wa'. Finding this to be the perfect movie to watch as it always distracted him, thinking that maybe it will do the same for you.

Time flew by when Sunwoo kept sharing his funfacts about the movie, and you didn't mind; you found it rather endearing how much he loved the movie and it's small intricate details.

2:32

"I know the itomori town is fictional and all, but I know there are places like that in Japan and I hope I can visit-" Sunwoo's voice trailed off as he glanced down at you, your head gently resting on his shoulder. He couldn't help but smile at the sight, your peaceful expression and soft breathing indicating that sleep had finally claimed you.

He was confused on what to do, he could carry you to your room but he was scared you would get uncomfortable, so he decided against it. Instead he slightly adjusted his position so you could be more comfortable, careful not to disturb your sleep.

As Sunwoo sat there, with your head nestled against his shoulder, he found himself looking back at the accidental touch of your hands. Feeling the same spark pass by him in this moment of quiet closeness.

He gently rested his head against the back of the couch, his eyes fixed on your peaceful face. And soon enough Sunwoo joined in the peaceful slumber, as he fell asleep on the couch comfortably.

[faceless-mirror]

CHAPTER 2

Ship: Hozier and Farren(ONBC)

Andrew and Farren have been traveling through the centuries. Andrew remembers each time, when each of their times together ended in horrible tragedy. Farren never remembers, but their hearts call to each other in every life time, even if it brings pain. Andrew is breaking now, just needing one happy ending where they don't die crushed to death- sacrificed to old gods- hunted for their love- or torn apart in battle.

All he wants is to have Farren and live in peace. Hopefully, the Gods will grant mercy at last for his past transgressions that led to this cycle.

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Farren woke the next morning to golden rays burning across their face, causing them to hiss softly in pain, rolling over trying to throw the bed cover over their face grumbling softly and angrily at the sun for daring to wake them, even if it was their own fault for not closing the curtains.

It was a moment of quiet contemplation, eyes held shut, breathing in and out easily. Finally when their brain decided that it did, in fact, want to be alive and awake, they slipped out of bed steadily, bare feet hitting the floor. After going through their morning routine, they sat down at their desk, ready to get started on their projects for the day. Though upon opening the laptop, it was an email that caught their attention. 

An interview for the bartender and artist position. Responding quickly they decided that if they could interview today they would. Starting by the next week would be divine. It didn’t take too long to get started on their commissions, though they were anxiously awaiting to hear from the venue.

Almost two hours later, they got a phone call, offering an on the spot interview. 

***

A few hours later, Farren was there in front of the building, dressed in a white button down shirt and bell bottom stretch pants, wearing platform shoes. Looking around they were a bit shocked, it was a nice large venue, with some historic undertones. All they could think of was hoping to be a candidate for the job.

Stepping in, they couldn’t help but appreciate the red brick walls and the hardwood bar that greeted the doors. There was a man sitting and waiting, for them it seemed. The way he jumped to his feet, moving close hand extended, blond locks tied back neatly. “Avira Swan- It’s lovely to meet you- Farren was it?” he questioned warmly, gently pressing a hand to their back guiding them to an office with a smile. 

“We just came under new management- and we’re determined to put in a beautiful mural-” he explained. It seemed this man had visions for the venue and was insisting upon it. Already pulling out a contract. “Feel free to sign, Mx. Doven.”

“What about the interview-?” Farren started to question, reading through the contract curiously. It was fairly standard. Some things were… odd. Riches and prosperity for as long as they obeyed, if contract is broken, owned by one (1) Avira Swan for ten years. That was the line that stood out.

“Don’t worry about the interview. Your art skills are exactly what I want for the mural- Absolutely beautiful.” he said reassuringly, devilishly green eyes watching them like a hawk, except focused on the pages in their hands. 

They hummed softly, they’d be stupid to turn this down. It paid so well… but the one line worried them. “What does this mean… can you clarify…?” Farren questioned, “I would love to accept so long as i can understand this or have it removed-” they said licking their lips nervously. Something felt wrong with this- but the money they couldn’t refuse.

Avira frowned in concern and looked over, and sighed, “Oh- I can have that removed. My lawyer must have taken a joke too far- I apologize.” He took the contract away and the feeling subsided, “Thank you that could have been a lot of paperwork later on.” he chuckled.

The beautiful man smiled fondly, “Let me get that taken care of.” he said softly, standing and moving to a filing cabinet throwing out the old contract and bringing over a fresh one and offered it to Farren. They looked through it firmly, humming softly as they did. A melody that haunted their head. “That’s an old song, dear,” Avira commented thoughtfully, elbow on the table his fingertips supporting his chin as he watched them. “Take care of what it may summon, my dear.”

“You know it?” they questioned, attention diverted.

He smiled softly, “It’s an old song… very old. Legend says it was written by a fae who fell in love with a mortal despite the warnings that he shouldn’t, that he would be cursed as they would be. Whenever the song is hummed or sung… played… he shows up searching for his love. Destruction follows him…”

Something… something itched in the back of their mind at the story. It couldn’t… it wouldn’t be real. They hummed running their fingers through their black and blue hair. “It sounds like a tragic love story… but just a story.” Their lips quirked, eyes returning to the contract reading through it. Nothing was jumping out this time at least. 

“If it is just a story its a story that’s unfinished, dear.”

They didn’t know what to say to that, so they asked a different question. “What is the mural to be of?” they asked.

“I’d like it to be a mural that depicts the fae… and music of course. Just whatever feels right to you. I’ll show you the spot for the mural.” he added as those almost glowing green eyes focused on her hands signing the contract. 

“Of course. Can I get a copy of the contract please? For my own records.” she clarified.

“Of course.” Avira said warmly, pulling out a contract from the same folder passing it to her, letting her glance through it before standing. “Now… let’s get you that tour to the place for the mural.” he purred, a sound that seemed to soak into her mind.

- - - - -

Andrew had been getting ready to perform feeling a tremor along the red cord coming from his chest making his throat tighten. They remembered the song. It had vibrated many times over the years. It always happened at odd intervals but… that was a sign. His long fingers touched the cord lightly. “Beloved… I’ll find you. I’ll find you no matter where you are.” he breathed out, muddy green eyes focused on the translucent cord. “My beloved.”

[justmeinadaze]

Playing the Game Part 10 (Steve X Plus Size Reader)

A/N: I bare you this gift because I can! (And I love you).

There's definitely a taglist somewhere. Idk where it is. Please enjoy! This series was my first time writing for Daddy Steve. I think I've gotten better. ENJOY! <3

Warnings: Daddy Steve and Sub Plus Size Reader and all that implies (I regret nothing!), Smut, angst, and all the fluff. Steve and Y/N get into a fight and he throws a tantrum (and something of the readers against a wall).

Word Count: 3432

It had been two years since you started your relationship with Steve Harrington. You two had been living together for just shy of a year and happier than you ever thought you could be. Your sex life between you guys had hit heights you didn’t think possible. Before he moved in, you both had just started treading the line of Steve being more dominant in the bedroom. 

Now he was more than comfortable when it came to punishments and keeping your bratty butt in line. The quiet moments were even sweeter, when he would hold you after and tell you how much he loved you. In the mornings, sometimes he would surprise you with breakfast in bed or at night take you out to a fancy dinner where he could show you off, dancing with you till the restaurant you were at had to close. 

Your family fully embraced him especially since his dad still hated that you were together. Instead of cutting Steve off like he threatened, he severely reined in the income he provided to his son hoping that it would scare him enough to leave you causing fights between the two of you often. 

“Steve, I feel bad! I feel like you struggle because of me!”

“Baby girl, I’m alive because of you! You woke me up to what actually being fucking happy feels like!”

“That’s sweet and everything but some of the extra stuff you insist on doing for me is financially draining you—”

“Don’t talk down to me like your him! I have enough money to take care of us AND give you the life you deserve!”

“But the thing is you don’t!”

“What should I do, huh? You want me to break up with you so I can get my inheritance back? Then what? I’ll just go back to my apartment, sit alone, and just be miserable for the rest of my life. But, hey, at least I’ll be rich!”

“Penny for your thoughts, babe.”, Robin smiles as she bumps you with her hip. 

“I just…I don’t know. Steve’s been acting kind of different lately. I feel bad because I know he wants to take care of me and be that ever attentive boyfriend but with my salary and his income at Family Video…”, you sigh. “I wish he understood that I don’t need the extras. I just want him.”

You friend pulls you into her arms as she hugs you. 

“The financial thing won’t be an issue too much longer if he lands this job at his dad’s firm.”, Eddie retorts as he continues staking comics on the shelf in front of him. 

“I’m sorry. When he what?”

Eddie’s eyes meet yours in apprehension. “I…thought you knew. He’s been interviewing at his dad’s office these past couple of weeks.”

You glance at Robin whose eyes are just as wide as yours. “He didn’t mention anything to me.”

“Why did he tell you, Munson?”

“Again, I thought you knew, sweetheart. He didn’t imply that you didn’t. He picked me up from the bar about a week ago wearing a suit. I asked him why he was all dressed up and he told me. No hesitation of anything.”

As if on cue, Steve enters your store shaking his umbrella before placing it near the door. As he turns to face everyone, he realized you guys were already staring at him. 

“Hey?”

Your head tilts to the side as you fold your arms over your chest. 

“Wow, holy shit. Look at that comic I see on the wall over there in the back of the store where I can’t hear a thing. Eddie, can you show it to me?”

“No. I want to watch her kill him.”

Steve’s head turns to his friend as Robin growls. “Come on, you idiot.”, she scolds as she tugs on his arm.

“Ok, apparently I did something.”

“You look good, Harrington. No interview at your dad’s firm today?” 

His jaw tightens as he walks towards you, placing his jacket on the counter. 

“Not today no. My final interview is Friday.”

“And you didn’t tell me because…”

“I knew you would get mad.”

“You’re fucking right I would except now I’m even more angry because you hid it from me. Steve, you can’t work there. It will be like living with him all over again.”

“First off, you need to check that tone, little one. Secondly, I handled it.”

“What does that mean?”

“Y/N, it’s a good job. I’ll make more money, benefits, and things like that. And… he said he would give me my inheritance back even if we stay together.”

Your mouth opened to say something but the words wouldn’t come out. The only words you could manage to muster out was a meek but strong, “Fuck you.”

Steve’s eyes lit a blaze as he stepped closer to you. “Want to try that again?”

“Fuck. You. EDDIE!”

“Yes! Yes, ma’am!”, the boy exclaimed as he skidded around the corner. 

“Close the store for me tonight.”, you glare at Steve as you toss the metalhead your keys. “Daddy and I have some things we need to hash out.”

###########

You angrily slam open your apartment door as you both stomp inside. 

“Well, baby girl, where do we begin?”, Steve asked sarcastically. 

“Don’t! Don’t you dare call me that right now Steve. I am furious with you!”

“You just called me by my title in front of one of our friends. I can call you whatever the fuck I want and you have no right to be angry with me! You’re the one that’s always saying you feel bad because you think it’s your fault that my father cut me off. Now I’ll get the money AND have a better income. What’s the fucking problem!?”

“The problem is you are going to be fucking miserable! Do you really think that makes me feel better?! You working somewhere you hate? Why does it have to be with him?! There are so many other companies you can apply for.”

“My father runs almost every major company in Hawkins, honey. There is no where I could go where I wouldn’t be under his thumb.”

“Then why leave Family Video. You love it there and working with Robin.”

“I love you more.”

“Steve, what does that even mean?! I have never asked you to be anything more than yourself and to do what makes you happy. I’ve also told you a thousand times I don’t need extra things like fancy dinner dates or jewelry!”

His head snapped towards you then, glaring at you through angry eyes. “Fine! You know what? Fuck it! You’re right, Y/N. I spoil you too fucking much. We don’t need these extra things. You don’t want me to take you to dinner that’s fine.” He glides past you into your shared bedroom and starts pulling things out of your closet. “These clothes and my suits? Don’t need them.” 

Steve grabs the box you keep your jewelry in and hurls it across the room. “Won’t be needing that anymore. From now on, baby, I’m going to be one of those strict Daddy’s. You don’t need any of these things or want any of the nice shit I do for you, right? RIGHT?!”

“Jesus, you’re already starting to sound like him.” He charges up to you till his face is hovering just above your own. Your fury filled eyes meet his as you stare at each other. “Steve, I—”

“Don’t talk. Just listen, little girl.” His nostrils flare as your jaw clenches. This was the first time since you told him the origin of your hatred for that name that he had used it and it still seemed to get a rise out of you. “I’m tired of having this fucking fight. I know you feel bad that my dad cut me off but that had nothing to do with you. That was a long time coming. Do you seriously think being me, I wouldn’t have done something to piss him off.”

“Then why work for him, Steven?” If he was going to use the name you hated, you could play that game to. His face twitched in anger but you noticed something else that you hadn’t seen before. “Are you hiding something from me? Beside the interviews…”

He turned away from you, grabbing his jacket as he headed for the front door. Hastily, you ran to cut him off, placing your body in front of it. 

“Daddy, what’s going on?”

“Move.”

“No.”

“God, you are just on a roll today with being a fucking brat.”

“Said the baby who doesn’t feel man enough to tell me the entire truth.”

He snickered as he took a couple steps aways from you. A few moments passed before he finally spoke. 

“I went to a jewelry store with Jonathan a couple of weeks ago. He was looking at engagement rings because he wants to purpose to Nancy. While we were browsing, I kept thinking ‘This would look beautiful on Y/N.’ or ‘I bet baby girl would love this one.’” He chuckles out a sigh as he turns to look at you. “Honey, even a down payment on the cheapest engagement ring is over a month’s worth of my income at Family Video. Then I got to thinking ‘Geez, Harrington. Can’t even afford the fucking wedding ring. How are you going to help pay for the wedding? Honeymoon? A house so you and Y/N can start a family? Kids…”

“Steve—”

“So you’re right. Not only am I not man enough to tell you the truth but I’m not man enough to fucking give you the life that you deserve.”

You felt terrible. He had never mentioned any of this to you so you thought he has trying to make more money to be able to provide you extras but instead was willing to work under a man he hates to give you what he considered as necessities.

“Steve, I—”

“Just move, Y/N. I need to clear my head.”

You threw your arms around his waist as his remained at his sides. “Daddy, I love you so much. I wish I could make you understand, I…I don’t need a fancy ring, honeymoon, or even a fancy house. All I need is you. If you want to work at a different place or make more money that’s fine. I support you but don’t do it for me. Do it for you and do something that makes you happy.”

He sighed; his tone still stern but much softer than before. “This is the last time I’m going to ask. Move. Or I will move you.”

You did as you were told and he slammed the front door as he left you alone.

#############

Steve wasn’t gone for long, coming back an hour and a half later to find you on the floor of your bedroom next to the pile of clothes he had thrown with your knees to your chin and your head in your lap. 

He moved the bottle of vodka to your side out of the way as he sat down, leaning against the wall behind you. 

“Y/N…”, he began but your gravelly voice cut him off. 

“I hate when you leave like that.”, you turn so your watery eyes can find his. “I know you’re just trying to cool off but I hate not knowing where you are especially after a fight. I get scared you’re going to disappear again.”

“I went for a walk. Just around this little area, ya know? There’re these two-story houses back there.”, he gestures absently outside. “There’s one in particular with stuff hung up in the window that have to belong to a little boy’s room. Sometimes, I picture me coming up the driveway in my BMW, running up the walkway in my suit and some kind of ratty but overpriced brief case filled with documents I don’t care about.”

You scoot back so your closer to him as you listen to him speak.

“I would open the door and see my beautiful wife sitting in the living room with our kid who definitely has my hair…” He smiles when you giggle. “…and you’re reading them one of the new comics you got from the store. As I head towards you guys to see what you’re up to, I pass our wedding photo. Robin has on this goofy pink bridesmaid dress you picked out but she’s rockin’ it.”

“I always liked purple.”, you grin. 

“Oh, that’s a good choice. Eddie and Dustin are making stupid faces that they refer to as metal.”, he playfully rolls his eyes. “You stand out though…in your gorgeous white dress that just flows perfectly around your hips… and you have this…fucking beautiful wide smile…”, Steve’s voice cracks as he turns his head away from you.

“Daddy…”

“You think I just want to make more money to do this extra stuff for you and yeah, I do. I wish I could do more than just dinner and a fancy necklace. My dad always took my mom to Europe and things like that before he fully settled into being a douchebag. But the things I do for you now, I do because I CAN afford them and I do them because I fucking love you. This job? My inheritance? I’m doing that for us.”

His hand reaches out to caress your cheek. “I want to spend the rest of my life with you, baby girl. I want THATlife with you.”

You tackle him, crashing your lips to his. Steve’s back falls against the floor as you straddle his waist, his hands brush your hair back as he holds your face to his. Your kisses come with a sense of urgency as if you’ll explode if you don’t have him right this moment. 

Leaning back, you hastily pull off his shirt as his own palms rip yours open. Pushing the garment down your arms, he tosses it to the side as he sits up to suck on that sweet spot on your neck that has you running your fingers through his hair as you moan. 

As your hips grind against his, he groans, flipping you on to your back as he yanks off your bra and squeezes your tits roughly in his hands. Steve’s tongue plays with your nipples as your back arches, pushing yourself harder against him. 

“Please, Daddy. F-fuck. Fuck me.”

He growls at the sound of you begging, needing to be inside of you just as badly. With your legs still clinging to him, he sits back on his knees to unbutton your pants, trying desperately to tug them off. Quickly lifting yourself up, you unbuckle his belt blindly as your mouth trails kisses up his stomach. 

Steve sighs happily above you as his fingers tangle in your hair before pulling your head back to kiss your lips. 

Raising your body, you allow him to remove your jeans and panties so he can do the same as you get to your feet. You wrap your arms around his neck as he follows you to your bed, collapsing on top of you as his tongue glides along your skin. 

“Daddy. I need you…please…”

“You need me? Where do you need Daddy, baby girl?”

You whimper as you roll your hips, dragging your pussy lips along his cock. “I need you inside of me, Daddy. I need you to fuck me.”

Steve smirked as he spit into his palm, stroking himself a few times before guiding himself into your core. Your eyes rolled back as he gradually lowered his chest to yours, balancing on his elbows as he gazed down at you. 

“How do you need it, honey? Do you need it deep…and…hard?” With those last few words, he roughly thrust his hips into yours, grinning as your mouth fell open. “Yeah? Does that feel good, baby?”

“Yes—mmm—your cock feels good. Tell me…tell me more about…our future, Daddy.”

A breathy laugh escapes his chest. “What do you want to know?”

“Are you still fucking me like this?”

His grin grows as his forehead presses against yours. “Baby girl, I’ll be making love to you till we physically can’t and even then, the nurses will have to pull us apart.”

You laugh and he stops moving as he watches you. “How do you see our future?”

You lift your head to kiss him. “All I see is you.”

Steve pumps into you again at a faster rhythm as you drag your nails down his back. “Cum for me, baby. I want to feel you squeeze my cock when you do.”

Your hands clung to his shoulders as the ball in your belly dropped and you panted out moans as you came. 

“Yes… fucking good girl. My good girl.”, he praises as he chases his high. 

His breathing stutters as he grunts just above your lips. Pressing him tighter to you, you felt him warm your insides as he thrust his seed into your sex. 

Delicately, he pulls out of you, Steve’s strong hands behind your back as he lifts you to your feet.

“Be careful, baby. Don’t step on the things here.” He gestures towards your jewelry box he threw. You silently nodded as he led you into the bathroom and prepared the shower.

“How much control would he have over you?” Steve looks down at you in confusion as he guides you under the water before following behind. “Your father?”

“Not much but he owns the company and is in the building so…” As he starts to clean your body, he notices your eyes stare off into the void. “What are you thinking, honey?”

“My dad has been wanting to invest some money and purchase another business in Hawkins. Right now, he just owns the shop my mother works at. I shouldn’t say just…I mean the store has made a lot of money for them both. What if… he could convince the owner to sell Family Video?”

“Y/N, if he wants to invest money somewhere he should do it in you. You love that comic bookstore.”

“Yeah, but I love you more.”, you respond coyly raising your eyebrow as you repeat his earlier words. “Plus, the lady that owns my store is barely involved and trusts me with everything so it’s basically already mine. Steve, my family loves you and he would definitely take care of you, Robin, and Keith.”

His forehead leans down against yours as you wrap your arms around him. 

“It wouldn’t hurt to talk to him about it.”

“Yay!” Steve smiled against your kisses as you excitedly brought his lips to yours. “I just want you to be happy….I just want you.”

After finishing your shower, he dries you, tugs one of his shirts over your head, and places you into bed. You watch him as he wonders around the room, tugging on some shorts before bending down to gather your jewelry box in the corner. 

“I’m sorry for this.”, his jaw clenches as he hangs his head. “I’m sorry if I scared you or anything.”

“You behaving like a baby doesn’t scare me.”

Steve chuckles as he smirks in your direction. “I deserve that.”

“You hiding things from me and then leaving like you did. THAT frightens me…”

“I deserve that to.”, he sighs. Steve walks on his knees towards the side of the bed and reaches over to pet your head. “I’m sorry I didn’t tell you sooner that I was interviewing at my dad’s firm. Seeing those engagement rings had me both excited and terrified. I spent so much time not being with you when I could have been, you know? I feel like I wasted so much time being a dumbass that I want my life with you to begin as soon as possible. I’m just broke as hell.”

He smiles when you laugh. “You started off sounding like this would be a great proposal speech and then ended it like that!” Your fingers grip the ones he has resting on your cheek. “Baby, you could purpose to me with a zip tie and I would say yes. Our wedding could be in the Hawkins grocery store wearing overalls with messy hair and I would still say I do. You don’t need to impress me with over the top or even traditional things. I’m already impressed, Daddy.”

Steve leans up to kiss your lips, yelping jokingly when you pull him on top of you. 

“Now that was a way better proposal speech, baby girl.”

[ranger-kellyn]

WIP Wednesday #1 - NaNo 2023

Have a short wip of my nano 2023 project, the ending to my ongoing fic, Getaway Car! Starting off with the chapter I'm going to put between the current chapters 9 and 10, making it the new 10.

No editing since it's NaNo, and she's extra rough since I've been on a writing break, but it's still just good to be finally working on this \ovo/

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Chapter 10 

In Which TITLE

(AKA In which the author decided this chapter shouldn't have been left on the cutting room floor)

Cynthia hadn’t given much thought to it when Diantha had asked to do her makeup for her.  For weeks now, Dezerea had been doing her makeup, so she figured it would be nothing to have someone else in her face all morning.  

Instead of some annoyance or indifference, Cynthia was finding herself more enthralled with the small intimacy of it all.  The way Diantha had so carefully set out all her brushes, carefully picking and choosing what to do and when.  The delicate touch of ensuring she caused no harm.  The way they talked and laughed throughout the whole process.  

“You know,” Diantha began, tapping off excess powder foundation from the brush.  “Admittedly, I figured if our last scene didn’t force either of our hands, this scene would have been what did it,” she said with a laugh. 

Cynthia hummed in agreement. 

As much as the bar scene had pushed them over the edge, she was also certain that the fade to black was going to be their mutual undoing.  

“I thought you said these scenes aren’t actually that fun to film,” Cynthia said. 

Diantha shrugged, leaning back to assess her work.  “They’re usually not.  Like I said, I usually just get yelled at for not being as into it as I should be, or I’m struggling to listen to the directors yell out directions while also staying in the moment,” she explained.  

Cynthia nodded along.  

“However,” she began, a grin on her lips.  “You would have been the first co-star I did a scene like this when I genuinely wanted to fuck them,” she said, knowing the crassness would get a laugh from Cynthia.  

Which it absolutely did. 

“I guess in all fairness, you’re the first co-star I’ve wanted fuck, too,” she said, leaning in for a quick kiss.  The novelty of getting to do so freely had yet to wear off.  It had only been a few days, so not that she had expected it to, but she was content to remind herself of how happy she was that things turned out the way they did.  

Diantha laughed into the kiss.  “And how many co-stars have you had?” she asked. 

Cynthia shrugged, leaning back.  “I mean, technically, I have done interviews and group interviews.  You could always count that as co-stars.  Just maybe different and boring since most of that would have been interviews for my field work,” she said. 

Diantha nodded.  “I guess I’ll let myself be flattered, then,” she said with a lilt. 

“How do you think today will go?” Cynthia asked. 

She shrugged.  “I honestly don’t know.  This will be only my third or fourth time having an intimacy coordinator on set.” 

Prior to leaving the previous days’ shoot, Tom and Lita had let them know that they would have an intimacy coordinator on set.  At first, it almost upset Diantha.  She was positive the lack of one for any scene prior had meant they had hired one at the last second, in what felt like retaliation after what had happened with Alexander.  

The rational part of her figured that wasn’t entirely the case.  Having an intimacy coordinator on set was a good call in her mind.  Their work was relatively new on the film scene, but she had always enjoyed their help.  Like any profession, some were better than others, and with it being Cynthia’s first film in general– it was a good call. 

Pushing her hair back over her head, Cynthia got herself more comfortable on the bed.  “Do you know anything about the intimacy coordinator?” she asked.  It wasn’t a job title she was familiar with.  

She shook her head.  “No, I never saw a name, but…” She shrugged.  “It should be fine.  Really, their job is to just ensure we’re both comfortable and protected, and that things feel as authentic as they can be.  If nothing else, it will give us a good cover for why we’re weirdly comfortable with one another,” she said with a laugh. 

“Can’t imagine why,” Cynthia said, leaning in for another kiss.  

“Come on, darling, don’t ruin all my work,” Diantha said, nothing in her tone indicating she was actually upset.  

[skywalking-through-life]

Small vent incoming, please just ignore it if it doesn't resonate with you. I kind of just want to put it into the void, and Tumblr has always been void-y to me, lol.

So: something that no one tells you about adulthood is that it is REALLY HARD to find time for your hobbies, even your most beloved ones that consume all of your spare thoughts.

Like, for example, today. ALL I wanted to do was write, but I barely had time to do anything, much less breathe, much less do what I wanted to do most!

I was up at 7:30AM to handle the dog's breakfast/morning routine because Mr. Sky went into the office early (he usually does this for me when he's home, and I'm grateful to him for that - it lets me get a little more sleep). Then I rushed through my morning routine to try and get to work early for a very dear colleague's goodbye breakfast (her new opportunity is great, but I am SO sad to lose her), but the dog ate a coaster while I was in the shower so I was delayed cleaning that mess and I missed most of it. Then I had a bunch of charts and emails to check and respond to before I got pulled into an interview at 10AM. The interview took an hour, and then I debriefed it with a colleague for another half an hour or so because we don't think the person was a strong candidate - unfortunate, cause we really need to fill this position so that I'm not doing 2 people's jobs. Then there were more emails to respond to. Then, finally, a little bit of time to think! I polled some friends about aesthetics for a scene I'm working on and dashed off a few words of a vibe I wanted to expand on over my lunch break, but by 1PM I had to get back in my car and drive to a other work site 30 minutes away for a 2 hour meeting with a student I'm precepting. The meeting took closer to 2 and half hours because of a situation that popped up when I was at the other site. Then it was 4PM, and the other site is over an hour away from my house, and I had to leave so I could get home with enough time to wash the dog and eat something before a class I'm taking for professional licensure-required contiuing education at 6PM. By the time it was over at 8PM, I realized I had spent a grand total of maybe 10 minutes with Mr. Sky all day, so I got a bowl of ice cream and plopped down on the couch with him. He then needed my help with something, and by the time we were done, it was 9:45, the dog needed her night routine, and then I was too tired to do anything else but collapse into bed and write this post. (And I don't even have kids. That's a whole nother level of tired.)

And the MOST FRUSTRATING thing is, I thought about what I wanted to write ALL DAY and couldn't do it! While I was in the shower this morning, in the car on the way to work, at lunch, on the car on the way to the other site, on my commute home, during my CE class, while helping Mr. Sky, and now! I'm probably going to dream about it! But almost none of those times allowed for actual writing! And now my brain is mush!

I'm just frustrated that that happens more days than not, and I wish I had more hours in the day or more energy/better health (this was a good health day!) or less responsibilities. And I know this is the tale as old as time - nothing is new under the sun - but sometimes I wish the predictably cyclical struggle of life would be just a little less teeth-grindingly constant.

[veteran-fanperson]

The Prince and his Tiger

Charak inspired AU. Here Charan is still a movie star, and Tarak is his bodyguard. Involves some smutty content, Protective!Tarak, Shy!Charan. Any names of NPCs are coincidental.

Not beta-read, please excuse grammatical errors. This is RPF, so if you don't like the idea of that, this is not for you.

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Tarak opened the door roughly, striding in with Charan’s little suitcase, his eyes rapidly scanning the hotel room anything suspicious. A bland room, like a hundred other rooms in a hundred other cities, its walls a pale oatmeal colour, decorated with muted paintings of sunflowers and pastures. He placed the suitcase carefully in a corner, switching on all the lights, checking the air conditioner, examining the walls more carefully for any signs of hidden cameras or microphones. It wouldn’t be the first time someone tried to spy on the young movie star he was in charge of. And considering the inefficient, useless organisers of this publicity leg, it wouldn’t be a big surprise if someone did slip past them. 

“Tarak?” a soft voice interrupted him as he checked the bathroom, turning the faucets on and off. Tarak whipped his head around to look at Charan, struggling to school his features into something pleasant and bland like the tiles in the bathroom. It didn’t work. Charan bit his lip and moved closer, his backpack slipping from his shoulders. “Are you very angry?”

“I am not.” Tarak replied shortly, pushing past Charan, eager to leave now that his job was technically done. He couldn’t bear to look at the other man’s eyes, eyes filled with apprehension and a little hurt. “It all looks fine. I’ll check at 7 am tomorrow so we can leave for breakfast before your morning interviews. Most of them are within a two kilometre radius of this hotel. I’ll check in with Ravi and ask if there are any changes in the schedule and get the name and contact details of the chauffeur. Good night.”

“Please, Tarak.” 

He never could resist the appeal in that voice. Sighing, he turned back around to walk upto the younger man, his anger melting at the lost expression in Charan’s face. 

“Charan,” he said, raising his hand to stroke at the other man’s cheek, “Don’t look at me like that baby, I can’t bear it.”

The other man huffed as he slumped against Tarak, his backpack falling with a thud. “Then don’t leave me,” he murmured against Tarak’s collarbone, slipping his arms around the older man’s shoulders. 

Tarak sighed, a great weariness coming across him as he looked down at the man clinging to him like a creeper. He patted Charan’s back lightly, stroking the long hair tickling his chin with his other hand. Five years ago if someone had told him he would one day be holding one of the country’s upcoming movie stars in his arms, Tarak would have told them to put down the booze. Five years ago he was in the bitter cold, blood in his mouth, one of his fellow soldiers dead beside him as a hail of bullets sounded outside their shack. 

A small gasp emerged from Charan as Tarak instinctively drew him in tight, causing the older man to pull back in surprise. 

“What’s wrong?” Tarak asked, his eyes scanning the other man’s face, concerned at the grimace of pain he noticed.

“Nothing,” Charan attempted to cover up, stepping back slightly and rubbing his arm. He winced again when Tarak grabbed his right hand and pulled up his sleeve, the older man’s eyes narrowing dangerously when he saw the red scratches around Charan’s forearm. Tarak’s fingers trembled slightly as he led Charan to sit on the edge of the bed, fumbling in his own bag for the emergency first aid kit he always had on him. Charan was quiet as he worked carefully on cleaning the scratches, not even hissing when the burn of the peroxide hit his skin. Tarak focused on breathing slowly and deep as he gently applied a bit of the antiseptic cream, noting with relief that none of the wounds were very deep. 

“Are you hurt anywhere else?” he asked, more gruffly than he intended to. 

“They were just over excited,” Charan answered gently, leaning forward to kiss Tarak lightly on the forehead. 

“They tried to fucking rip you apart. Don’t tell me it didn’t hurt when those morons pulled out actual strands of your hair.” hissed Tarak, “The fuckers who arranged this shitshow didn’t even bother to arrange for a cheap railing never mind an actually competent security team. Look at this!” he ran his fingers over the scratches again. “Any deeper and I’d be taking you to get a tetanus shot. I’m still debating if I should.”

“No, I get hurt more just by scraping my arm when I bump into a wall.” Charan said, his lips ghosting alongside Tarak’s ear, his arms draping themselves over the other’s shoulders. “I love you” he added irrelevantly, now pulling at Tarak’s arms, forcing the other man to sit beside him on the bed. “Don’t worry so much.” 

“It’s my job to worry, bangaram.” Tarak said, capitulating enough to capture the other man’s lips in a gentle kiss. If only the man in his arms would care as much about himself as Tarak did. Charan sighed deeply as he parted his mouth, his lashes fluttering shut. 

***

If someone had told Tarak on his first day as Charan’s bodyguard that in a year’s time he’d be insanely, terrifyingly, overwhelmingly in love with the hottest star in a decade - and what was somehow worse, have the star be just as desperately in love with him, he would’ve - once again, told them to put down the booze. Celebrity security was a gig he got into after his release from the army, a way to make good money with much lower stakes, the only con being babysitting a bunch of egotistic entitled ‘stars’ who treated him either like furniture or an indentured slave. 

Tarak had been apprehensive on his first day working with Charan, expecting to have to protect another spoiled rich prince whose reputation preceded him. “What’s the guy like?” he remembered asking the contractor, a thin balding man in his forties, his temper permanently frayed. 

“The Konidela Prince? Rude, arrogant brat.” the man had snapped. “Wouldn’t even be in the business if he wasn’t daddy’s precious boy. His films have been a success for sure, and I guess he’s a good dancer, but his attitude ugh! Won’t even bother to look people in the eye when they’re talking to him. His press tries to put out that he’s this happy go lucky party boy but he’s really just a dull dud. Doesn’t have a word to say most of the time. That does make the job a little easier for you though, he stays at home unless there are industry events he has to make an appearance in.”

But Charan had been... different. He did have difficulty meeting Tarak’s eyes when he had introduced himself, and he had stammered when talking about his general schedule, but overall his demeanour was one of painful shyness rather than arrogance. As the days went by and Tarak got more used to the young man, he had felt his initial hostility being replaced by a warm protectiveness. And more than a little lust. 

Charan was unfailingly polite and kind to doormen, hospitality staff, retail workers and his fans. It was only with his fellow industry people that he transformed into a deer in headlights, barely answering questions or indulging in small talk. 

“I loved your trailer Ram Charan garu,” an upcoming actress had gushed at a pre-release party one month into Tarak’s employment, her hand lightly on Charan’s arm. “You look like you’re going to set the screen on fire for sure, I’m so nervous about my own film after your track record! Head to head Sankranti releases after all!” She had thrown her head back and laughed artificially as she continued stroking his arm, and Tarak had watched Charan’s hand clench into a fist as he attempted to laugh as well. 

He did not succeed. “I need to get a drink,” Charan had blurted out instead, striding away from the astonished girl, Tarak hurrying up to follow him. Charan had blindly groped at a side door and rushed out into what was thankfully a deserted corridor, and Tarak remembered closing it carefully behind him before turning to the other man. Charan had collapsed onto the floor, his head between his knees. 

“Deflect back the next time,” he found himself saying, “She was just expecting you to praise her back.” 

Charan had snapped his head up to look at him, his face forlorn.

“My last two films bombed.” Charan had whispered, “I don’t think she was actually praising me, she was making fun of me.”

“Deflection still works.” Tarak had said, sitting on the floor beside him. “If someone is trying to throw a poisoned bouquet at you, the only polite thing is to throw it back. What you should’ve said was ‘Oh Archana garu, why should you be nervous? You always give such fantastic, refreshingly different performances and such memorable roles! I’m looking forward to watching your movie!’ It certainly would have shut her mouth, considering she literally plays the same ditzy college girl role in every movie.”

Charan had snorted out an astonished laugh and Tarak had felt his heart leap unexpectedly. “As if I could say half of that without stumbling over my words.” He looked broody again, “You’re so confident Tarak, I wish I had half your courage.”  

And Tarak... he had felt sorry. So sorry as he looked at this poor boy, so awkward yet so sweet. He remembered putting a tentative arm around Charan’s shoulders, remembered the pleased surprise he had felt when Charan melted into his side. They had remained like that for a while, till Charan’s frenzied breathing had steadied. 

“I wish we could just go home,” Charan had whispered unexpectedly, “I hate parties.”

“Go back and mingle, I’ll invent an urgent meeting for you in fifteen minutes.” Tarak had said, standing up and holding out his hand to Charan. 

“Promise?” Charan had asked him, his beautiful eyes relieved as he took Tarak’s hand. 

“Trust me.”

They had slept together that night. And nearly every night since. 

***

The memory washed over him as he pulled away, noting Charan’s dazed eyes and red swollen lips. “I really should go.” he said, “I need to kick - talk to them and make sure that what happened tonight won’t repeat itself tomorrow.” 

He attempted to stand up and then immediately fell back when Charan pounced on him. “Don’t you dare kiss me like that and then leave.” the younger man hissed, straddling Tarak. “You screamed at them plenty already and if there is a real need to, you can talk to them on the phone after, but I’m not letting you go.”

“But Charan,” Tarak had started to whine, his words cutting off abruptly when Charan attacked his mouth again. 

“You can’t leave until your job is done,” Charan said, slipping his hands underneath Tarak’s t-shirt, raking his fingernails across Tarak’s back. 

“What job?” Tarak groaned, trying to resist biting Charan’s willing neck. There were multiple photo ops tomorrow and Charan showing up with a giant hickey would get them both in a lot of trouble. “Bedding you?”

Charan huffed at that, punching at Tarak’s shoulder lightly. 

“Protecting me.” he said, nipping at Tarak’s ear. Charan liked to bite, Tarak thought, gripping Charan’s hair hard and tipping his head back to claim his lips in a bruising kiss. He must have been a cat in a previous life. 

“Protect you from what?”

“Monsters under the bed.” Charan gasped against Tarak’s mouth, his pupils blown wide. “Need you” he kissed Tarak lightly, teasingly. “I need you to guard me all night and make sure they don’t get me you know.” 

Tarak blinked at him, at the sight of the half innocent, half hungry smile on Charan’s face. Then he grinned. 

“All night huh?” he asked, pushing down Charan hard enough to make the bed bounce. “I think we can manage that.”  

[kat-in-a-pan]

This is going to be a bit of a rant, so feel free to skip if you want.

So I spent the past week/week and a half house sitting and tonight is when she comes back… I really don’t want to be at home with my soon to be ex step father. The only things I have for me at home is my bed, my brother, and my dog, other than that I have no reason to be home. And I’m kinda mad about it, cause then I’ll just go back to being holed up in my room doing schoolwork that takes me three times as long to do as I have no motivation to get school work done, which also doesn’t help that I don’t have a set spot in my room to do school work… I’m working on cleaning my room and seeing if I can move things around to fit a small desk in there. Also, I applied for a new job last night (which is finally in the health care career field) and I have an interview tomorrow morning! I’m really hoping that I get the job as it’ll help give me the extra money to finally get a car for myself and get things that I want/need. I can also go wherever I want so I won’t be forced to sleep at my moms, I can make the 20 minute trip to my dads and take my brother and his friends wherever they want to go.

I guess my biggest worry is, I also work part time at a retail job and I’ve been here for over a year now. I’ve made connections with my managers and there’s a part of me that doesn’t want to leave, but then there’s another of me that wants to turn in my 2 weeks and say bye. But there are some days of the week (Wednesdays for example) that other than managers, I’m the only other person that can work Wednesday mornings. I am also the support key holder so I can be a manager when they absolutely need me, but I’m tired of being the only associate that actually shows up for their shift AND works the whole shift, I’m not lazy, I constantly preform how they want me to, I get tasks done that I get told to do, I can pick up shifts from others that call off 99% of the time, everyone prefers working with me, and customers enjoy when I help them. So my question is, do I put in my 2 weeks (if I do get the job) or do I talk to my managers about having set days that I can work? I honestly have no clue what to do… help please…

And if you’ve read this far, thank you so much