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It had been 3 years
3 years since you realized every object in your house. Setting them free into the world to discover who they are. To live their dreams.
Well
Almost all of their dreams.
Jean loo. You found it funny how given the power of magical glasses that allow you to talk to the furniture in your house, you choose to talk to the toilet. Of all things, even Skylar teased about it. But even when you first met him, you could tell he was something special. Sure he was, well, himself to say the least. But you fell for him, and you fell hard. Of course after a tedious rap battle in your bathroom you earned your date. And things were good. His personality alone captivated you from the start, but once you were with him, everyday was perfect. He'd serenade you, Everytime you saw him he'd have a new rap just for you.
He built up your confidence, every chance he had with you he'd make sure you knew your worth. Everytime he was on stage at the breaker box he'd look out into the crowd and throw you a wink. And the time you'd spend together after those shows was nothing but magical.
And it was good.
Until it wasn't.
Franklin had told you about realization. Bringing your lovers to life, and God, you couldn't be happier. Many steamy nights you spent realizing them and giving them a proper goodbye, so to speak. But you knew who you'd miss more than anyone.
Jean was ecstatic at the idea. Being human, he could go out into the world and spread his cool rapping to everyone.
You would be behind him every step of the way.
Jean loo
Became an accountant
A detrimental blow to his ego, he became more and more distant. There was an obvious strain between you two. But you remember the exact day everything burned, every last detail.
You had just clocked in for the day. Your job, which you now had again, had been better than ever after destroying the dateveators. You became business partners with the most powerful monopoly in North America. Valdiviane had resources in practically every money making business practice invented since money became a thing.
Safe to say with a little help from Franklin you had resources.
And one of your favorite resources was the access you had to valdivianes musical hiring department. The talent agents knew you well by this point. Non stop convincing to give Jean loo a chance, you'd finally managed to wear them down enough to agree to a track.
And your smile didn't leave your face for the rest of your work day. As soon as you clocked out you rushed to your car, speeding down the highway towards Jean loos office. You knew he was disappointed with his current position, despite how well paying it was. And his attempts proved futile when he tried to sell other agents on his crapping (ft cool rapping).
But with valdivian talent agents at your side (and a shit ton of glares from David, threatening them to do as you ask) you could offer Jean a happy ending to his realization. You two could be happy again, you thought to yourself as you made your way into his building. The receptionist pointed you to his office after you flashed your valdivian id card. A little white lie about urgent business, didn't need any security ruining the surprise!
Your heart raced as you approached his door, through the window you could see he was in the middle of a call. You knocked lightly on the glass, his eyes snapped up to yours, a forced smile making its way to his lips as he continued talking. He motioned for you to come in quietly. You sit in front of him, awaiting his phone calls end. He placed the phone back into its holder, hanging up.
“Ah (y/n), tax season isn't for another few months.”
He said it so blankly, you felt a twinge of sadness before perking back up again.
“Oh I'm not here for taxes hun, I've got a surprise”
He visibly rolled his eyes at your comment, but didn't protest to end the conversation.
“Oh yes a surprise don't tell me, another deal has made its way into Johnny's grip”
He grits his teeth while speaking, clear jealousy after spatting Johnny's name out.
“Oh it's a deal alright, but not for Johnny…”
You stand up from the office chair, sliding Jean papers from the folder you carried in.
“It's a deal for YOU!”
Jean jumps in surprise from your sudden yell, gathering up the papers and standing from his chair as well, a look of pure shock on his face.
“A-a deal? For what mon cheri?”
That had been the first time he's called you that in weeks. He'd been losing more and more of himself at work everyday.
“Your music! Pretty soon the shelves are gonna be full of the works of lil crapper!”
You put your arm around his shoulder as you spoke. You could see a wide smile spread across his face as you went on.
“It took a little while of convincing, but valdivian records is now the proud sponsor of the soon to be famous lil crapper!”
You squeezed his shoulder, a bright smile spread across your face as you looked at him. But the smile you were expecting was replaced with a blank expression. You quickly took your arm off him, choosing to grab his hand instead. He withdrew his hand from yours, choosing to pace to the other side of the room, facing away from you.
“Valdivian?”
His voice was quiet. Almost annoyed at the mere mention of your work. Suddenly he spun around, a glare meeting your gaze.
“So the only reason they signed this is because you're their boss?!?”
He was heated now. You didn't understand his disdain. You thought he'd be over the moon.
“No? Jean, they want your music!”
A laugh left his throat, stepping towards you waving the papers in your face.
“You said it yourself, they needed convincing! You probably just went to David or Franklin to have them bend the knee! Non, non! This is not what Jean loo- this is not what I want! I want a real record deal not your-”
He throws the papers at you, scattering them across the floor.
“NOT YOUR PATHETIC HAND OUTS!”
you didn't know how to react. Tears threaten the corners of your eyes, but you quickly regain your composure to push through his anger.
“What are you talking about?! This isn't a hand out, it's a real deal! A deal I thought would make you happy?! Listen when you met me-”
“I WISH I NEVER MET YOU!!”
silence
You couldn't speak
That familiar pain in the back of your throat as your eyes continued to water. By now a crowd had gathered outside jeans office, his screaming was heard through the whole office. Silent whispers could be heard through the door as they looked at you in pity.
You couldn't look at him, embarrassment and pain spread across your face. The tears began spilling down your cheeks as you silently made your way out of his building, pushing through a crowd of his coworkers who now had their sights set on him.
Your car ride was quiet. No music, no sound, not even a call.
You tried calling.
6 hours later
That was the only reason you found out he'd blocked you. On everything.
You felt empty. Your stomach turning circles on itself as you laid in your bed. Your eyes red and blurry from your tears. You didn't wanna go back, but you needed to hear his voice again. He couldn't have meant that, you told yourself. He was just angry. He didn't know how to react.
He would call you again.
That was 8 months ago.
8 months, and not a single word. Not a call. Not a visit. Not a single message.
He had completely forgotten you. But you couldn't forget him. You tried. You really did. It was obvious he didn't wanna talk to you, but every time you tried to feel the same you just couldn't.
You wanted something. No you NEEDED something to forget. You knew it was wrong. Someone. Something. It didn't matter to you. This is wrong. A surge of anger making its way to your mind, quickly morphing into something else.
And as quick as you thought it, there was a knock at your door. You made no effort to see who it was as you opened your door. What's the point? It wasn't who you wanted it to be. You could care less who saw you like this. And unless they had something you wanted you weren't in the mood.
Dishy. You were met with his smiling face and a friendly wave. His inhumane ability to detect when you wanted something was really coming into play here. A flirtatious glint in his eyes, he knew what sort of mood you were in once your anger subsided. What your body craved. But not from him.
You almost shunned him away. Come up with an excuse, something to get him to leave. You weren't in any state to be doing that right now. Not the right mental state to accept his offer.
And yet, you invited him in. You knew better. This was wrong. But it felt right? It felt like you needed it. Like you deserved it. To ride out your feelings on someone who lived only to please. Or to just lay down and take it. didn't matter.
Scarily so. He knew you. He knew everything you needed before you did. And that's always what he did when he came over. He gave you exactly what you wanted. What you needed. And right now what you needed was to think of anyone else. To feel anyone else.
He pressed you against the wall, hands sliding up the sides of your body while feverishly peppering kisses and love bites all over your neck. Carefully unbuttoning your work shirt.
Jean loved pressing you against the wall
You shook the thought away as soon as it happened. Dishy didn't seem to notice. Or he didn't care. He lifted you by the back of your thighs, wrapping your legs around his waist. He brought you into a kiss, tilting his head to slide his tongue past your lips. You moaned through the kids as he ground into you.
Jean would grind you into him in those breaker box dressing room
Another thought shot down, he was carrying you to your bedroom now. Pushing your face into the mattress. It was all a daze. You didn't even remember when you took your pants off. You were trying to concentrate on the moment. He was behind you now, scissoring you open. That motion grounded you a little. You pressed your face into your pillows, pushing further on his fingers. Your knees shaking, practically begging for more.
“Tell me what you want mon cheri~”
Shit
You couldn't concentrate well enough to realize dishy had already pressed into you. It was nice. The stretch brings you back to reality. He started slow, taking his time running his hands up the small of your back. Grinding into you to the base, making small thrusts.
You didn't really mind the slow pace. Anything to not think about it. He grabbed your hips, slamming into you. Out of surprise you let out a choked moan. He was speeding up his pace now, making sure to sing your praises while he fucked you open. You couldn't remember a word he said. Too much going on, it was difficult to think of anything else. It was just so much easier to think about-
“Jean~”
As quickly as it left your lips you covered your mouth. You didn't mean to. Really you didn't. It was quiet, as Dishy continued his thrusts. You couldn't tell if he didn't hear you, or just didn't care. But you knew he heard. He couldn't of possibly missed it.
But that's the thing about him. He knew you too well. And right now you'd rather die than stop. And he knew that. Stopping meant having to face what you just did. And you couldn't bear the thought, not right now at least.
There were tears pricking at the corners of your eyes now, but you didn't make a sound. Nothing except shallow gasps and moans as you felt yourselves finish. But even as that wave of pleasure washed over you, you couldn't forget what you did.
Not for a second
He pulled out of you slowly, taking time to lift you from the bed and settle you next to him under the covers. He didn't say anything, but the look on his face let you know he was worried. He wanted to talk about it.
You sucked air through your teeth as those tears began to fall. You buried yourself into his chest, you couldn't look at him as you spoke. He wrapped his arms around you, rubbing your back, he was patient. But you just wanted to get it over with.
“I'm sorry…..”
You tried to concentrate on his heart beat. To calm yourself as you spoke. The words weren't easy to find right now. Your throat was sore, it felt swollen. Anything else you tried to say came out as choked cries.
“For what (y/n)?”
It was weird hearing him say your name. He usually called you an assortment of pet names. But you could tell he had no ill intent.
“I shouldn't of brought you into this”
He was quiet for a few moments, still rubbing your back.
“I'm here for you, nothing more. But perhaps…”
He stopped in thought, before speaking again.
“Perhaps I could help”
“Oh dishy I don't really wanna go again right now”
He shushed you, shaking his head and readjusting to sit up now.
“With Jean”
You looked up at him, a small pause between you two. You didn't think he'd say something like that. But you couldn't just let someone else deal with your problems. It felt wrong.
“Dishy that's…. It's a nice offer but what could you even do?”
He was getting dressed now, carefully pulling you into a hug on the bed. His grip was tight and loving. Squeezing like you'd run away.
“Anything to help my darling!”
Even as a human he sounded the same, he lived to please and was pleased doing so. It's almost like he was still a dish washer. And that's what it felt like every other time you two had done this.
He was out the door by now, and you really wondered if you had just doomed humanity in a way. When dishy sets off on a desk, it WILL get done. No matter the consequence.