#(( We kept thinking about it FOR HOURS HERE MAN EVEN WHILE EATING DINNER AND WATCHING MORE EPISODES IN THE LIVING ROOM WITH HIS DOGS ))

[diy-fire-water-pups]

Hey marshall I made this for you from a stone because I'm don't have money to buy a doll

It's ok if you don't want It, even I have to admit it creepy, just know I work very hard on it for you

I don't think it looks creepy at all... The shape kind of reminds me of Baymax, actually! I like it, thanks! And it must be hard to sculpt on a stone like that, I wouldn't be able to make one of these ever!

[pedroscurls]

training partners (pt. 16)

summary: an article comes out about you and your relationship with hugh while he's away and you know just exactly who it was. pairing: hugh jackman x fem!reader warnings: reader's insecurities come back, brief mention of physical abuse (not with hugh!), mention of age gap, implied age gap (hugh is 55, reader is in late 20s-early 30s), no use of y/n. word count: 2.8k a/n: so... jack is back y'all and we've got a few more parts left of this story, so stay tuned! as always, this is purely fictional! i mean no disrespect to hugh jackman. prev part. - next part.

Hugh’s been gone for a couple of weeks now and you both manage to create a routine to speak with each other every day, depending on the time zone that he’s in. He continues to send you photos of where he’s been, wishing that you were with him, but despite the distance, it never does feel like he’s away. Hugh makes sure that you know that you’re his priority and you never have to second guess what he’s doing or where he’s at because he’s always communicating with you.

You’ll send him a text every morning you wake up, counting down the days until he gets home. You spend most of your time either editing, at a photoshoot, or working out with your personal trainer. It helps to keep yourself busy because the home you now share with Hugh is just too big for you alone. You miss his presence, miss his touch, falling asleep and waking up in his arms. 

You miss him. 

Today, though, you have nothing planned and you know Hugh has a day off from press so you decide to give him a call through FaceTime. He’s in Brazil, which just happens to be only two hours ahead. Dialing his number, you’re sitting out on the balcony, eating your dinner while watching the sun set. This still doesn’t feel real, like one day you’re going to wake up and realize it was all just a dream. 

You hear his voice and then look down to see him through your phone, your entire face lighting up at the sight of him. You prop your phone against your water bottle and take another bite of pasta as you bring a leg up on the seat. 

“Hey, baby,” he says with a smile. “Whatcha eating?” 

“Made some pasta,” you answer, showing him your bowl. “Eating out on the balcony, watching the sunset. Wish you were here though.” 

“I know,” Hugh sighs. “Wish I was there too. Just two more weeks, baby, then I’ll be home.”

You nod and then set your fork down, turning your entire attention on the man through your screen. “Just two more weeks,” you repeat. “How’s it going so far?”

“It’s been so much fun,” he answers. “Ryan likes to bring you up in every conversation we have almost daily,” Hugh chuckles. “Says you should be here with us, with me… and I agree with him.”

You laugh quietly and shake your head. “We both know that if you had it your way, I’d have gone with you.”

“Well…” Hugh smiles, leaning back against the bed that he’s lying on. “I did say you should come with me.”

“You know, usually the honeymoon phases out by now…” you tease. “I think you’re obsessed with me, Hugh Jackman.” 

He laughs quietly, turning to lie on his side instead as he keeps the phone facing him. He is so enamored with you, that even through a simple FaceTime call, he can feel the amount of love he has for you. You’re so beautiful, the sunset casting a glow around you. 

“Oh, I’m obsessed with you, huh?” 

“Oh yeah,” you grin. “What is it about me, hm?” 

“Everything,” he answers honestly. “I can’t just pick one thing, baby.” 

You feel the heat rise in your cheeks as you wrap an arm around your leg and rest your chin on your knee. “Still the smooth talker, I see.” 

Hugh rolls his eyes playfully. “I’m just tellin’ the truth.”

“I love you,” you blurt out instead.

His eyes light up – he’d never get tired of hearing you say those words. “I love you too, baby.”

“You know, the house feels so empty without you,” you admit. “I don’t know how you lived here all by yourself.”

“It was hard,” Hugh answers. “Kept myself busy most of the time, but you– you’ve made it a home. A place where I want to spend most of my days at, as long as you’re there.” 

“When you say things like that, it makes me want to kiss you. So, what am I supposed to do if you aren’t here?” you smile. 

“Use your imagination,” he teases. 

“Ah, so I guess I’ll just have to entertain myself.”

Hugh’s gaze darkens as he shakes his head. “Don’t you dare tease me.”

“Or what? You’re not here,” you grin mischievously, pulling your lower lip between your teeth. 

“Guess you’ll find out when I get home then, won’t you?” 

“Fine,” you huff. “My fingers and toy aren’t the same anyway.” 

“Y–You have a toy?” 

You giggle. “Actually bought one a couple of days ago. Figured we could try it out together when you get back.” 

“Yeah?” 

“Yeah,” you grin excitedly. 

Hugh groans. “Two more weeks… just two more weeks.” 

You laugh to yourself and then tilt your head, eyes staring at the screen. You wish you could reach out to him, to feel his strong arms around you. “Got a full day of interviews tomorrow?” 

Hugh nods. “Yeah, but you know I’ll make time to give you a call.”

“I know, Hugh,” you smile. “But it’s fine if you don’t, you know. I know you’re busy and–”

“You know I can’t go a day without talking to you, baby,” Hugh interrupts. “I’m never too busy for you.” 

“I know, I just–” you sigh. “Just don’t want you to feel like you have to talk to me if you’re tired.”

“Never,” he answers. “Never too tired to talk to you. I’m already miserable without you here. If I don’t get to talk to you every day, I think I’d lose my mind.” 

“Okay, Hugh,” you nod. “My perfect man.”

He chuckles and rolls his eyes. “Hopefully only perfect for you.” 

“Oh, I think you’re it,” you admit with a smile. 

“Yeah?” he grins. “You mean that?” 

“Oh yeah,” you nod. “So don’t go and break my heart, okay?”

“I don’t ever plan to, baby,” he answers. “Because I think you’re it for me too.”

“Yeah, I wish you were here,” you sigh. “This would be a perfect moment to kiss you.”

Hugh chuckles. “I love you, baby.”

“I love you too. Just two more weeks,” you repeat. “Then you’re all mine.”

“Oh, I can’t wait. We’re not leaving the house for a week, at least,” he winks.

“What did you have in mind we do for an entire week?” you ask innocently. 

“I think it’d be better to show you when I get back,” he grins. 

“Well, I can’t wait,” you smile. “You should probably get some rest, Hugh. I’ll talk to you tomorrow?”

Hugh nods. “Yes, baby. I’ll give you a call tomorrow. I love you.”

“I love you too. Good night, Hugh.”

“Night, baby. Sweet dreams.” 

“I’ll be dreaming of you,” you wink.

“Good because I’ll be dreaming of you too.”

—

A week later, you’re sitting on the bed re-reading the story about your relationship with Hugh in a well-known online published article. You can feel tears stinging your eyes, can feel your hands tremble as you read every single untrue word.

They call you a gold digger due to the age gap. 

They say that you’re too ugly to be with someone like Hugh. 

They say that Hugh’s only having fun with you. 

That the relationship isn’t serious. 

That you’re not enough. 

That he’s going to realize that he deserves better than a nobody like you. 

And the words stay with you because it all sounds so familiar. You’ve heard it before and there’s a dreadful feeling in the pit of your stomach when you realize who might be behind this article. 

An article that’s now gaining more and more traction. You shouldn’t have googled Hugh’s name because all you can see in the search results are different variations of the same article. With your name plastered all over. 

You’re only with him for his money. 

The age gap is too ridiculous and Hugh’s just messing around after his divorce. 

You’re not enough. 

You’re not enough. 

You’re not enough. 

You finally toss your phone aside and curl into the sheets, eyes staring out the large window. You’ve never felt more alone than you did now. You can hear your phone ringing but you don’t bother trying to answer it; you just want to disappear and you certainly can’t call Hugh. 

You can’t tell him; he’s already got other things to worry about. 

Your tears trickle down your cheeks and stain your pillow as your breathing picks up. The article brings up a lot of feelings that you’ve tried so hard to work through because you know who’s behind it. 

Jack.

It’s always going to be Jack. He just can’t leave you alone. Despite him being the one to end the relationship and the one who has verbally and physically abused you, he’s still acting like you’re the one who hurt him. 

It just seems like he can’t let you go, like he still has to have some control over you. 

Your phone goes off again and you turn around to grab it, seeing Hugh’s contact on your screen. You don’t answer, afraid that he’s going to tell that something’s wrong so instead, you send him a quick text to let him know that you’re busy editing and that you’d call him back once you’re finished. 

It’s a lie and you hate lying to him, but you can’t tell him the truth. You can’t tell him that there’s rumors about you, about your relationship with him and how you want (and need) him so badly to be here. 

He reads your message, but instead of sending a reply, he just calls you again. You don’t answer, letting it go straight to voicemail. He doesn’t leave a message, but you see that he’s begun typing – the three dots appearing on your text thread with him. 

Four simple words. He texts four simple words that make your heart ache even more: You’re lying. Call me. 

With a heavy sigh, you wipe your tears away and then begin to dial his number. It barely rings once before he answers the phone, his voice immediately coming on the other end of the speaker.�� 

“You saw it,” he says. 

“Yeah.” You don’t need him to clarify what he’s referring to because you know exactly what he’s talking about. 

“I know you’re not okay, so don’t tell me that you are.” 

“Well, what else am I supposed to say, Hugh?” 

“The truth,” he answers. 

“What good will that do? You’re not here.” 

You hear him sigh. His voice sounds tired. “Baby, please. Just–”

“It was Jack,” you interrupt. 

“What?” 

“The article. It was Jack. It’s gotta be.” Your voice trembles. “I’ll be fine and–”

“I’m coming home,” Hugh says. 

“You have one more week left of press.”

“I don’t care. You matter more. I’m coming home,” he repeats. 

“Hugh–”

“No,” he interrupts. “Don’t defend him again. You shouldn’t even be defending him.” 

“I’m not.”

“Then tell me what’s on your mind!” He raises his voice and your eyes fall shut, gripping the phone close to your ear. You know that he’s frustrated at being so far from you, for allowing you to deal with this all by yourself. He should be there with you. He needs to be there with you. “I’m sorry, baby. I just– Fuck, I feel helpless here.” 

“Well, I’m feeling helpless too,” you admit. “That article… Those rumors, maybe some of them are true. Maybe you do deserve better than me.” 

“Stop.” Hugh sighs. “You know that’s not true.” 

“You’re you and I’m just… I’m just me.” 

You can hear ruffling on the other end of the phone and when he goes to speak again, his voice sounds more distant, like he’s not holding the phone directly to his ear anymore. “I’m coming home. I already told Ryan and Shawn.” 

“Hugh,” you sigh. “Baby, please.” 

“No,” he says. “Don’t you think that article hurts me too?”

“B– Because of your reputation? Because of what it says about you?” 

“No,” he sighs. “Because of what it says about you. It’s not fucking true. None of it is, and it hurts me because I know that it’s hurting you. So, yes, I’m coming home so that I can be there with you.”  

You don’t answer because you finally feel yourself begin to break down. You put the phone on speaker and set it aside, burying your face into your hands as you let out an inaudible sob. 

“Baby?”

“Don’t come home,” you finally answer. “Let me– Let me handle this on my own. Let me work through this on my own. Please, Hugh.” 

“Baby,” Hugh sighs. “I can’t–”

“Hugh, I need to do this for myself. Please, can you do that for me?” 

“I don’t want to,” he answers. 

“I know, but you need to.” 

“I can hear you crying, baby.” 

“It just hurts. All of it, but I can do this,” you sniffle. You want so badly to just feel his arms around you. 

Hugh sighs in defeat. “I love you,” he whispers quietly. “So much, okay?” 

“I know,” you answer with a slightly trembling voice. “I know you do.”

“I won’t come home today, but I will be home by the end of the week. Can we come to that compromise?” 

“Yeah,” you answer. “I think that’s okay.” 

“You know you’re the best person I’ve ever met, right?” Hugh asks. “You’re kind, thoughtful, considerate… so passionate and I love everything about you. Flaws and all.” 

“Even when I get into my own head and–”

“Yes,” he interrupts. “And I wish that you can see what I see in you, what everyone sees in you.” 

You shut your eyes and imagine him there with you, arms wrapped around your frame, lips near your ear as he whispers. You lie on your side and wrap the sheets further around your frame as you keep the phone on speaker. 

“I’m sorry I’m broken…”

“Baby,” he sighs. “You’re not broken, and you shouldn’t be apologizing. Someone who you trusted, who you loved, hurt you over and over again. He manipulated you, took advantage of you and–” he has to stop himself from talking because he can feel himself getting angrier and angrier. “Jack never deserved your love. He never deserved you.” 

“Hugh…” you whisper. “I love you.” His words awakens something inside of you, something that you never thought existed. You thought you had done a lot of reflection on your relationship with Jack, but you never looked at it from your perspective in this way. You always wondered what you could have done differently, what you could have changed about yourself that it wasn’t until you met Hugh that you realized the issue was never you. 

It was Jack. 

And it will always be Jack. 

“I’ll be home soon, okay?” Hugh sighs. “I love you, baby.”

“I love you too, Hugh,” you sigh. “More than you ever know.” 

“I’m one lucky man, I’ll tell you.” He replies. 

You bite your lower lip and take your phone off speaker to bring it close to your ear instead. “I’ll call you later?” You ask. 

“Yeah, baby. I’ll be here.” 

“Got another full day of press?”

He sighs. “I have time for you. Always will.” 

“You sure?” 

“Positive, baby.” 

—

For the rest of the day, you steer clear from your phone and laptop. The only time you’d reach for it is to respond to a text from Hugh or from your trainer. You distract yourself by watching movies, but even in the living room, you’re missing Hugh’s presence. 

The movies only do so much for so long when your mind begins to drift to Jack. For the longest time, you’ve tried so hard to ignore it, to just move on without ever reflecting on just how toxic that relationship was for you. It was easier to just forget, but when he decided to force himself back into your life, you realized just how many unresolved emotions lay dormant. 

You can still vividly feel his fist connecting with your cheek, can feel his entire body weight behind the punch. You should have left him then, shouldn’t have even let it go that far, and you wished you had a good enough reason why you didn’t leave. 

Part of it was because Jack had made you believe that no one would ever want you if you did decide to leave on your own… and he would tell you how worthless you were over and over and over again to a point that you started to believe it. 

But him ending the relationship had been the one of the best things to ever happen to you. You know that you still have so much to work through, but you’re no longer the same woman you were when you were still with Jack. 

You try to remind yourself of that. Jack doesn’t have authority over you anymore (and he never should have). He never should have laid his hands on you. Never should have repeatedly put you down with his words. 

And you’re tired of letting him get away with it. You’re tired of letting him win.

---

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[ohsohoney]

When it comes to love you're just as blinded.

Part Fourteen

Eminem x Musician

Summary: It starts with a drunk embarrassing video, it spirals into something a whole lot more.

Note: Been a little while but the next updates here! Lots to unpack, hope you enjoy it:)

| Set in 2014, just after the release of LP 2

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Masterlist

Things after that seemingly did a 360.

Not that I was given much of a chance to catch up with it all though, having been left standing in the studio hours earlier, back to the wall whilst the door hinges had slowly creaked to a close. 

No, because that would have been far too much to ask for.

Marshall had relaxed in a way that was more like a steel trap being reset; ready and waiting to be crossed again. It had me on edge. I couldn’t deny that, seeing as I knew what could be lying in wait for me if I did dare to trample any closer, but there was also an ominous instinct that had my back up. Something that kept me from lingering too long. 

“What’s goin’ on in there?” The man himself asked, tapping my forehead as he slid back into the driver's seat. 

We’d gone out, as promised, not long after ‘The Change’ had occurred (something I’d taken to dubbing the whole situation as inside my head). Rosie hadn’t forgotten about her idea of dinner and a movie– and really… Of all the things we could have possibly done after a kiss like that, it just had to be this.

Honestly, I had to keep biting the inside of my cheek to stop that particular train of thought each time I found my mind wandering back to it.

“Yoo-hoo…” Marshall dragged out, his brow arching as he glanced over at me again. 

Z was in the back typing away, having become completely unaware of our shared awkward existence ever since her sister had first called whilst we’d been eating dinner. The girl had taken to texting throughout, telling Ayla all about the heroics Marshall had performed that same morning in the principal's office, as well as the movie we were now headed to see. I had to smile at their closeness, thinking back to my own siblings and wondering how Em struggled to see just how much the two girls loved one another.

I glanced over at him, head rolling against the headrest. He was watching me with those familiar baby blues, but each time I caught sight of them, I was instantly reminded of the way they’d clouded over in the studio earlier.

“Thinking ‘bout getting a cat.”

His brow furrowed. 

“A cat?” He deadpanned, obviously perplexed by my answer.

I wasn’t actually thinking about it, but now that I’d gone and said it… it wasn’t half a bad idea.

So I ultimately shrugged, if only in an attempt to tear my eyes away from his. “Cats are cool.” 

At his scoff of disagreement, I nudged his arm off of the adjoining console with my elbow, “They are.” I defended, “They don’t need me to walk them or play fetch. They’re cute and fluffy, can definitely keep me warm at night.” I hummed, that eyebrow of his quirked up higher. “And besides, I reckon it could keep me company when I’m back in London, you know. Figure I’ll have a hard time with that after having you two around for so long– even with Lotts there to keep me from going insane.”

Marshall kept quiet at the acknowledgement, but did start up the car, its engine rumbling to life beneath us not a second later. 

It was just when I heard his faint intake of breath and caught the way he opened his mouth to speak, that Rosie shoved her phone in my face, her beaming grin peeking out over my shoulder. “Ayla, meet El!”

I blinked at the sudden invasion I’d been confronted with but couldn’t help my warm laughter, even as Em gently scolded his daughter for the intrusion. “Z, what I keep tellin’ you?”

“But Dad, it’s important!”

My gaze flickered between the two of them and it was only when I drew my eyes back down to where the screen sat between us that I saw the fondness which had since swarmed my expression. I tried to dampen it slightly without being too obvious, but the girl waiting seemed to be watching the whole scene rather intently. She smiled though when she saw she’d finally captured my attention. All soft like.

My breath caught a little in truth, never really having thought about getting to meet Marshall’s eldest this early on, or through a screen either. Rosie didn’t seem to care much though, elbowing her way between the two front seats to get as much as she could  of us into the frame. 

“Layly, baby!” Marshall’s greeting cut in before I could spit out a hello, his little nickname for his girls sparking that same fondness I’d felt earlier. “How you doin’, Trailer? Behavin’, I hope.”

I blew out a small snort at the next nickname he used, turning an amused smile Marshall’s way, but his focus was wholly on the girl currency rolling her eyes at him through a digital frame. “You know I am.” Ayla huffed around a faint chuckle, leaning in closer to the lens, “School keeps me way too busy to get up to anything stupid.”

“What I love to hear.” Marshall replied with a sarky sort of smile, a new one that I could add to my growing collection, I quietly deemed. “You been good though?” He prompted further, “Don’t have to stop by and talk to any hanger-ons, do I? ‘Cause you know I will.”

“Yes, I know.” Ayla shook her head, exasperated, but her sweet smile was still so prominent. “Besides, I think you guys have had enough drama going on lately.”

Marshall’s eyes traitorously jumped over to meet mine in that split second, something I thought only I caught until I witnessed the assessing look Ayla took on. So I was quick to clear my throat, internally cursing his name, “I don’t know what Z’s told you, but the two of us? We’re innocent! This is all on your Dad.”

That seemed to earn me a lighthearted laugh, one that trickled out of the speaker and appeared to loosen Marshall’s tense set of shoulders. The man in turn levelled Rosie and I with an aggrieved look before he turned to speak to Ayla once more, “It’s like I’m a one man army here, AB. Didn’t think I’d ever lose Z, but she’s gone darkside.”

“Dad!” Rosie admonished around another giggle, whilst Ayla gasped theatrically, “Oh how the tables have turned. What will the papers say?”

“Hilarious.” Marshall said in a manner that was deliberately impassive. But he still cracked a smile though when Ayla’s chuckles trickled through.

“Good to see you guys,” She commented soon after and I got the chance to look at her a little closer, taking in the college dorm she had sitting behind her, as well as the blue of her eyes. They were more almond shaped, sure, but somehow the colour still managed to match Marshall’s toe for toe. “And to finally meet you, El. I’ve heard a lot about you these last few weeks.”

A sharp breath hitched my chest. “Only good things, I hope.” I found myself retorting around a rosy smile, knocking my head lightly against Z’s when the girl crowded in further to my side, her chin settling on my shoulder, “But it’s also really nice to put a face to all the stories I’ve been told, too.”

Ayla gifted me a bright grin at that, her gaze drifting between Rosie and I, “No hope in praying that it’s nothing too embarrassing then?”

I couldn’t stop the way I instinctively turned to share a secretive grin with the girl beside me, pleased when Rosie mimicked me to do the same. “I don’t know about that, I’ve heard all about the grocery store you see.”

The gasp that the comment drew from the older girl was all too real that time, “I was seven!”

“Seven don’t mean nothin’,” Em swiftly cut in, narrowing his eyes ever so as he directed a finger at the phone and his eldest, “You’d been potty trained since you were two.”

Rosie and I snickered between ourselves, but Marshall caught onto it all too quickly, moving to shift that finger towards the pair of us, “Aye, you two ain’t no better. Ms Bedwetter and Pillow-drewler.”

“Hey!” Rosie immediately spat, thumping the man’s shoulder hard enough to have the corners of his mouth twitching even as his brows rose, “That was years ago! And you said you wouldn’t tell nobody!”

Marshall’s hands flew up in a gesture of surrender when his daughter narrowed her eyes in further scrutiny, but I could tell that Z wasn’t as embarrassed as she was letting on to be, knew it to be true when she added, “You also said it was natural! That you didn’t stop doin’ it ‘til you were fourteen!”

Em’s chin jerked up before he softened his reaction, though his eyes were a tad bit too wide to have not been entirely caught off guard by the secret his daughter had just spilled, “Jus’ said that to make you feel better.”

His shrug wasn’t all that uncaring as he hoped for it to be. 

“Liar!” Rosie laughed, poking her dad’s side before she turned to peer back over at her sister and me, “He really did, promised he wouldn’t tell on me if I didn’t tell on him either. But he’s a big fat liar.”

“Name of your next single.” I quipped thoughtlessly, the comment going straight over Rosie’s head. Em shot me a steely glare and faked a silent laugh though, his lips softening into a small smile. 

It was after that in which Marshall’s palm pressed against Rosie’s forehead, jokingly coaxing her into the backseat once again, waving off her protests as she slumped into the middle. “Yeah, yeah, keep complainin’ and we’ll miss this damn movie, won’t we.”

“Dollar!” Two voices called out and I peered into the back to see Z snicker into the phone, the screen Ayla was still on illuminating her face. 

Marshall scoffed at the two girls but I could see how he was grinning happily to himself as we pulled out of the lot and onto the main road. 

It continued to surprise me how easily he could move throughout the city without looking at a map or using the GPS he had installed in the flashy monster-truck he was so fond of. I kept finding myself getting lost in the way he drove, in truth, stare caught on how the streetlights flashed over his stubbled cheek and the fluid way he switched gears as though the stick was an extension of his arm. 

It was only when Rosie popped up with another question that I found myself startling, looking back to immediately avoid the knowing smile Marshall had plastered over his face. Shit.

“What’s the movie called again? Ayla wants to know if it’s the same one she’s watching this weekend.”

I had to think for a second before I could answer her, my mind still honed in on the image of Em’s profile, “Love, Rosie.”

Z’s face split into a wide grin, her eyes squinting with the strength of it as she repeated the answer back to her sister, talking a mile a minute about how we were only going to see that film over The Book of Life because it had her name in the title. 

I settled back into my seat easily enough and fiddled with the radio to keep myself from acknowledging my previous leering, hoping that the drive would be over all too quickly. Only, things never typically tended to go my way.

Jerking ever so, my straying gaze snapped back over to where Em was still watching the road, as though all of his attention was stuck there, and that wasn’t his hand on my upper thigh. 

It was less than a second later that I let my eyes shift up into the rearview mirror, a breath of relief escaping me when I realised Rosie hadn’t caught the exchange, or see the lines her Dad was crossing. 

I licked the back of the teeth and willed myself to relax at the touch, taking a small breath before I looked back over at the man in question. When I did, I found myself narrowing my stare at the slight smirk Marshall wore, apparently rather pleased with the reaction he’d garnered. 

Still, my mind was warring with my want. I couldn’t wrap my head around the hot and cold, the way he’d push me away and then pull me in, how I’d thought about leaving to escape the icy shift and then been backed into a wall– literally.

I didn’t push his hand away though, and that in itself spoke volumes. 

I couldn’t tell how he meant the touch, was he trying to be teasing? Or was it just a show of reassurance for the unexpected conversation started with Ayla? Had it been something he’d been wanting to do for a while now, or was this all just a game?

He squeezed, ever so slightly. 

My eyes slipped closed.

His thumb brushed over the bump of my knee and I let myself melt into the firm hold.

It felt unnatural not to.

The hand didn’t travel, only moved away and then back each time it jumped up to the gearstick. I found myself, once again, wanting the journey to be over, whilst simultaneously hoping that it would never end.

The touch grounded me.

But it pulled away when the theatre came into view.

…

“Can't believe The Marshall Mathers is planning on watching a chick-flick.” I taunted playfully as we made our way up onto the pavement outside the red and gold doors, the joke only made to keep me from wanting to reach out and slide his hand into mine. Because I didn’t do that, I didn’t like all that sappy shit. I didn’t want to be holding his fucking hand, or have him drape his arm around me. It was just the moment, just that kiss fucking with my head.

Marshall feigned a put upon sigh, that hand of his coming up by his brow in an attempt to swoon. “Lord strike me down.”

I laughed outwardly, Rosie glancing back over her shoulder at us as she tugged at the heavy handle. “You’re not looking forward to it, Daddy?”

Shooting me a semi-sour look, Marshall let a lazy smirk crawl over his face just as he reached out to steady the door above Z’s head, “Nah I am, baby. Lia’s jus’ makin’ fun of the big manly guy.”

“Who?” Rosie asked in utter sincerity, enough that it had me cackling outright on the pavement outside. Em shook his head at the two of us, attempting to remain unamused but failing as reaching out to take my hand, tugging me through the open doors. 

Z was still looking confused by it all when I managed to calm slightly, but her smile was soft as ever as her eyes lingered over the pair of us. It was then I realised Marshall’s hand was still in mine. He must have realised it too, because he let it go and coughed quietly into his arm before gesturing his chin out towards the concession stands. “So we gettin’ some popcorn or what?”

And with that, Rosie’s sole focus was on getting exactly that.

I ended up trailing after her whilst Marshall went and grabbed us some tickets, keeping an eye on her shorter frame as she weaved around a tall shelf to get a look at the array of sweets. There weren’t too many people about, but I still found myself glancing back over towards Em to see if anyone had sussed him out yet.

“What’re you gonna get?”

My head snapped back at Rosie’s ask, eyes dancing over the grin she bore before flickering between her own. I glanced over the collection the theatre had to offer, surprised by the obvious differences I could see.

“Me and my sister had this thing,” I started to answer, reaching out to pluck a familiar bag from off the hook, “Where each time we would go to the cinema we’d just end up getting a big bucket of popcorn to share and dump a whole load of M&M’s or Magicstars inside. If the popcorn’s still warm the chocolate tends to melt a little.”

Rosie scrunched her nose, either in distaste or just thought. “Sweet or salted?” Was the next question she posed and it hastily reminded me of the same one Marshall had asked that very first night I’d spent with them.

“Salted.” Smirking slightly at the way her eyes lit up.

“You made the right choice.” Z claimed with a nod and wiggled her brows before she spun around the heel of her foot to make her way over to the short line.

We ended up getting a large popcorn to share. At first, I figured it wouldn’t be enough for the three of us until I saw the container we were handed, then I was just beyond baffled at how different the portion sizes were in The States compared to back in London. 

Once we’d paid, Rosie and I wandered over to a corner to dump the contents of the chocolate I’d picked up into it, Z having so much fun with it that a good couple dozen of M&M’s rolled over the ugly patterned floor. When Marshall strolled back over, he was wearing a questionable expression but holding onto three tickets.

“Should I even ask?” He quizzed, peering into the overloaded bucket. The look he wore turned somewhat appraising once Z explained and he was quick to steal a taste of our concoction, earning a tap to the arm in rebuke.

“Hey, hands off, bright eyes. Popcorn’s for the trailers, not here.”

“Bright eyes?” Marshall questioned, the left corner of his mouth lifting, but his ask was drowned out by Z’s, “The trailers? Dad always makes us wait ‘til the movie starts!” 

I snorted and held out the bucket so that Rosie could take a great big handful, “We’ve long since discovered your Dad’s a little neurotic, lovely. We just gotta love him for it.”

Rosie’s laugh was warm as she peered up at Marshall. But his eyes were caught on me and he almost appeared frozen before Z leaned into his side, “Can we head in now?” She wondered, chewing away.

“Uh, yeah.” Em seemed to stumble, before he blinked and leaned down to press his lips to the top of her head, “Think we made it just in time.”

..

Love, Rosie was a film I could have lived without watching, I wouldn’t lie. It was like every other Romcom I’d seen a thousand times before. And yet, I loved every single second of it. 

We were stationed in the far back, on the side closest to the stairs, Rosie perched between Marshall and I, her legs swinging back and forth. Throughout the whole film her attention remained captured, never wavering as her big doe eyes stayed locked on the screen with such reverence that it warmed my entire being. 

Marshall wasn’t much better either, in truth. Something which humoured me to no end. Whenever he wasn’t glancing at me from over the top of Z’s head or stealing the popcorn from out of my hand each time I reached into the bucket, his eyes didn’t stray from the heartfelt scenes as they played out. 

It was a strange conclusion to come to, that Marshall loved a good old fashioned Romcom as much as his daughter did, but it was a fact that went and nestled itself in between my ribs, where all the other little quirks the man had went to stay. 

It was only as we were leaving, Rosie talking a mile a minute about the ending and how she thought it sucked, that he reached out again in the dimly lit corridor that led us back to the main lobby, only this time he didn’t have the excuse of stealing any popcorn from me when his fingers slipped into mine.

I tried not to show how surprised I was by the action as I looked over at him, grateful that we were the last ones to filter out of the screening room so that no one else noticed when I let my feet slide closer to his so that our shoulders could brush.

They were such simple actions, ones that would be second nature to most people, but that meant a great deal to me. Because see, I’d never really been the type to be overly affectionate, having hated hugs or anything of the sort once Danny had grown too old for them. Well, up until Lottie had come along. And most of the people I’d been with over the years had seemed to struggle with that, even when I’d pushed myself into reciprocating, when I’d forced myself out of my comfort zone to make them happy. But here and now, it felt natural.

Most things with Marshall did, I deemed. Even us arguing.

Our hands parted just before we could step through the end doors, his thumb brushing over my wrist as our eyes adjusted to the vast change in light.

Rosie was rubbing at hers when I glanced over, her too large drink squashed in the crook of her arm. Marshall seemed to follow my gaze because he reached out to loop her into his side not a second later, peering down at her. “I want you takin’ notes, you hear?” He mentioned in reference to the film, his smile now sly, “None of that’s gone be happenin’ in your future, girlie. You wanna get married? I better be dead. And don’t even think ‘bout havin’ no babies ‘til you start gettin’ grey hairs, okay?”

Z rolled her eyes in response to her father's shakedown, shaking her head up at me in silent camaraderie. “You just don't want people to see you cry.” She poked fun, her grin turning evil, “But we all saw the tears when she started her speech, Dad!”

“Lies.” Em scoffed back at her, pushing her away and out of his hold. Rosie didn’t much care though as she laughed her way into mine, head coming to rest on my upper arm.

“Me? I always tell the truth. Even when I lie.” Was the retort she gave him, one that had me snorting on a laugh when Marshall raised a brow and turned towards me.

“Think we left Z inside,” He said, “seems Tony Montana here figures he’s comin’ home with us.” 

I couldn’t help the giggles that escaped me at all the references, especially when Rosie pursed her lips and drooped her eyes slightly, holding her arms out wide like Al Picino did in the famous movie, “Last time you gonna see a bad guy like me.”

Even Em couldn’t hold back the large snort he made at the little act she’d put on for us, shaking his head at her antics before he pointed a finger at her, “Last time you watch a movie with me, I swear.”

Rosie’s jaw dropped just a tad, “But it’s Scarface!”

“Exactly.” Was the only reply Marshall gave. 

I lifted a hand to give Z’s shoulder a squeeze, smiling stupidly when she wrapped an arm around my waist to pull me into a lazy hug. The pair of them continued with their little face-off though until I was promptly reminded of the thing that had been bugging me throughout the end of the film, “Go and head out to the car, Tony. Those petrol cans you lot call drinks had me needing to pee like yesterday.”

Amused, Marshall shook his head at the comment, though his eyes were fond when he reached out to steer Rosie back over to him, “You need us to hang about, or?”

Rolling my eyes at his protective streak, I smiled and simply waved him off. “I’m sure I’ll survive a trip to the loo’s. I’ll try to make it quick.”

His lips thinned slightly but he acquiesced easily enough, navigating Z over towards the exit whilst I slipped into the nearest corridor dotted with bathroom signs. I was beyond grateful when I found the line not to be too long, just an older woman waiting for the end stall to free as well as a mother and her baby stood by the sink.

It was only once I’d dried my hands and fixed my hat in the mirror that I felt a slight prickle on the back of my neck. I looked up as the bathroom door swung shut behind the young mother to find a new face stood off to the right just behind me. I caught their eye in the reflection and felt my own snap back down rather quickly, pretending to not notice their sudden fixation as I casually wiped down the front of my hoodie and turned to leave.

It was a cough and then a light ‘Excuse me’ that had me glancing back on instinct, only to find the same girl suddenly right there. I blinked in shock at her sudden proximity and rocked back on my foot to put a bit of space between us, but the smile I gave her wasn’t unkind.

“Sorry,” She apologised, seeming to realise, though she didn’t look all that sheepish, even with having accosted me in the theatre’s tiny bathroom, “Just, can I get a picture and like, an autograph maybe? I spotted you by the register earlier, but lost you in the crowd.”

I never minded the odd signature and a picture was done easily enough too, but Detroit was currently supposed to be my best kept secret and knowing that this girl had already spotted me, likely with Em, didn’t do much to ease the sudden anxiety I started to feel. 

Still, I grinned, unable to turn her down, ��Sure thing, maybe we can grab it outside though? I doubt you’d want a selfie in the loo’s.” I tried for a light chuckle and was pleased when she laughed around an excited nod, exhaling slowly.

So we headed out of the bathroom and I posed for a picture against the white wall there, smile drooping a little the longer she kept snapping away, having gathered a little under thirty or so different photo variations. I ended up signing her phone case for her afterwards though and was thankful when nobody else seemed to crop up and spot me. 

It was just as I’d done dotting the i in my name that she shifted ever so. 

“I never thought I’d get to meet you, but really, you’re like one of my favourite artists. I think I know your whole album off by heart.”

My anxiety eased at her sweet words and my smile was sincere when I handed her phone back to her. “That’s really lovely to hear. I know getting to see some of you guys here in The States is always a little up and down because of touring, so I’m just glad we got to meet.” I assured her kindly before lightly teasing, “Never had someone say hello to me in the toilets of a cinema though. Guess there’s a first time for everything.”

She laughed loudly and gave me a light shrug, “I’d say I was sorry again but I really didn’t wanna miss you, especially when I saw you out there with your boyfriend.”

My mouth went dry at her words, but the girl didn’t seem to notice, continuing to ramble on.

“Was that his sister with you guys, or yours? I know you have one, right? People say she’s a lot younger than you, but then they also claim she’s your kid too. The internet is so crazy sometimes. Still, he’s real cute from what I saw! Are you telling people about you guys soon or keeping it lowkey?”

I was grasping at straws trying to find words. To simply recall my media training and the lengthy speeches Mila had given me. But nothing sprung to mind. It was like a cesspit full of disease that ate each and every thought that attempted to grow. 

“I don’t mind not saying anything to anyone if you don’t want me to.” The girl tacked on shortly after and I would have figured that she had quickly gathered that she’d caught me by total surprise there, but she was looking at me so closely that I could easily tell it wasn’t anything of the sort. It was like an eagle scoping out their prey.

“Um,” I swallowed, before finally plastering on something like a smile, “No, it’s– He’s not my boyfriend, just a– a family friend. But yeah, I’d prefer it if you didn’t mention it. At all. Please.”

Her eyes were wide when she nodded back at me, but her lips were curled into an insincere sort of grin that plucked my anxiety straight back up out of the cage I’d wrangled it into. 

“Of course, you can count on me.” It was with that in which she tugged me into a hug that had her hand settling on my waist, before I forced myself to step back.

I knew my smile had to have been less than flattering by that point, but I nodded anyway and waved at her as I backed down the hallway and crossed the lobby in a light jog, pulling my hat down lower over my face. It was only once I’d made it through the exit doors that I hurried to swallow the cold air that immediately hit me, throwing a startled glance back over my shoulder when the doors opened again, grateful to note that it wasn’t the same girl.

My eyes scanned the parking lot and it was a second later that I saw Marshall step out of the car parked across the street, his face furrowed under the shadow of his cap as he waved me over. I went, but something must have shown on my own face because he moved to meet me halfway, extending a hand out towards my arm the second he could.

He dipped his chin to catch my eye when we came to a stop and I wondered why he suddenly looked so uneasy. “What happened?”

My eyes snapped up to meet his and I blinked, still somewhat startled, “Nothing, it’s fine.”

“It’s ain’t.” He insisted, “You look like you’re gone be sick.”

I blew out another heavy breath and forced myself to calm the fuck down, “Honest, it was nothing. Just me overreacting.”

Marshall levelled me with a look before he sighed, “I know you. You don’t over-fucking-react like this. What went on?”

“Marsh, please. It was just a weird, I don’t know, encounter.” I tried, attempting to look past him to the car, “A fan that said was a bit too friendly, you know?”

I watched his jaw twitch. “What, in the bathroom?”

I sighed and lifted a hand up to rub at my cheek, “Just, can we leave it? Please. I just wanna go home. I’ll tell you then.”

Marshall watched me for a long second and for a moment I really thought he was going to argue, that he’d push, but instead he just gave a minute nod and wrapped an arm around me to lead us back to the car.

Surprisingly, Em didn’t head straight for the passenger side door and so I was greeted by the bright grin of a lovely little face when he ushered me into the backseat, seemingly knowing I needed a friendly face right then.

“What took you so long!” Rosie exclaimed the second she saw me, already shuffling over to make room whilst Marshall helped me inside, lingering a second longer to make sure that I really was fine before shutting the door and moving towards the drivers side.

“There was a long line,” I dragged out with a teasing smile whilst Em started the engine, “Think someone had a bad batch of nachos or something.”

Rosie’s face wrinkled into a grimace at my words and so when I met Marshall’s heavy stare in the rearview mirror the anxiety I felt was already starting to ebb. He gifted me a soft smile and it was then that I knew how well and truly fucked I was, because my heart stuttered.

…

The peace didn’t seem to last long though.

Not when I woke up the next morning to a thousand different notifications and my face plastered all over TMZ.

[pedroshotwifey]

Without Words

This can be seen as a stand-alone but I count it as a part to two this fic

Pairing: Joel Miller x fem!reader

Word count: 2.6k

Tags/Warnings: Oral (m), cock worship, piv sex, rough sex, choking, semi-public sex, sprinkles of feelings, age gap, face fucking, degrading names (affectionate), cum eating, stuff I'm forgetting

Summary: You want to show Joel how much he means to you...but maybe in a less classy way.

A/N: Hey, babes! I hope you enjoy this part! I know a lot of people wanted to see an update, so here we are <3

*****

It’s been another long ass day. You and Joel were able to pick up the same shift, but there was enough work for four people—which is not the norm for the job you’d picked today. It took you three hours too long, but you’d gotten it done. Now that you and Joel aren’t glaring daggers at each other anymore, you’re actually able to be productive. 

You walk hand-in-hand with him now toward your shared apartment. It’s been about a year since the two of you had caved into each other, and things honestly couldn’t be better. You’d had your fair share of fights—which is only to be expected with the attitude you both possess—but things have been good. 

You moved into his apartment a couple of months ago, since he kept having to sneak out of yours too close to curfew. He practically lived at your apartment, even though his was bigger, because he didn’t want to risk you walking home late at night. It was an effortless change for you. 

There was the issue at first about your age difference, and about how people might react when they realize what the two of you had become, but neither of you wanted to let that affect you. It’s the end of the fucking world, as Joel had put it, you both deserve to spend it with whoever you want. 

You look up at him, admiring the way he walks so confidently with you on his arm. Like it’s no big deal at all. It took a little while for people to stop giving the two of you strange looks, but even from the start, he had embraced your relationship with no shame. 

You haven’t even told him you love him yet. 

It’s more of an unspoken thing, you think. Something you show with gifts and actions and physical affection, because deep down, you’re both still broken people in the apocalypse, and you don’t want to admit that you have a weakness. That’s what love is, after all. Just another thing for you to lose. 

“Joel?” 

It’s only now that you finally lose your composure. All damn day, you’ve been distracted, and you can tell he knew that much, but maybe not exactly what the problem was. Maybe it’s that thought—that you haven’t told him how you feel. But you know that you won’t even now. So you’ve been caught up in other ways to show him, to tell him. 

You’ve been thinking about it all night. Ever since the two of you got home from your shift and he shucked his pants off to change. It’s not your fault, really. Not your fault the man has a massive fucking cock that makes a sizable, mouthwatering—and extremely daydream-able—bulge in his boxers. 

You’re not usually a weak woman, but. Shit. Nobody would be blaming you for what you’re about to do if they were in the position to do it. 

“Let me suck your dick,” you whisper up at him, watching his eyes go wide as he snaps his head left and right to make sure nobody heard that. 

The two of you had gone to the last dinner offered at the hall, so it’s pretty dark out, and it’s also been raining for the last hour or so. There are only a few people out other than you since it’s so close to curfew, but Joel’s face still goes a little red at your request. You can’t help but bite your lip to contain your smile. 

It really is funny how flustered he gets about you saying something like that when he’s the one who loves to talk about railing you in public. There’s not a single person under the canopy that you stopped under, but he still lowers his voice as he speaks. 

“Yes fuckin’ please,” he says through a scoff. “But you couldn’t wait to run that filthy little mouth until we got home?” 

You shake your head, smirking at him. You swear you can feel your heart beating against your ribs as you wait for him to understand your request. Your body is going hot from the pure want coursing through your veins. 

“I want it now,” you practically whine as you pull on his arm like a petulant child. His eyes go wide again.

“Now?” he asks, obviously a bit shocked at your sudden desperation. 

You nod at him, licking your lips. 

This time, you catch a small twitch from between his legs before you give him your best doe eyes. You glance at the dark, empty alley a few feet away from you, and his eyes harden. He glances around one more time, clutches your upper arm, and drags you into the concealed space. 

“Shit, baby, just be fuckin’ quick about it,” he mutters as he shoves you down to your knees. You smile devilishly up at him as your hands immediately fly to his zipper. 

You frantically pull them down, the zip getting stuck halfway due to the massive bulge pushing against the denim. Joel hisses and you whimper as you snag it down quickly, not caring if it breaks or not. 

The first time you saw him, you’d had a hard time admitting to yourself that it was the most gorgeous cock you’ve ever laid eyes on. It took a minute for you to understand that he wasn’t a threat, and only then did you allow yourself to appreciate the appendage to the degree that you do now. Since then, you’ve been sure to let Joel know just how much you love it. 

It makes your mouth water as you pull it out from his pants. Girthy and long enough to still almost scare you even at half-mast. You know how it fits inside you though, how good it makes you feel when he’s pummeling it into your sore, stretched cunt at full force. 

You want it to feel as good as you do, to feel the way your wet, hot mouth can wrap around it and slobber on it until Joel’s thick thighs are shaking with need to spill his seed down your welcoming throat. 

The feeling of one of Joel’s hands threading your hair between his fingers and pushing you toward his crotch pulls you out of your daze. 

“You gonna suck it or fuckin’ stare at it?” 

You shoot Joel an annoyed glance and squeeze him lightly in warning. You give in anyway, however. It really doesn’t take much. 

He makes a grunting sound as you take the fat tip of him between your lips, suckling the head and tonguing at his slit as your hand pumps the rest of him. You love the taste of his salty pre-cum on your tongue as you eagerly lap him, trying to get more. 

Joel pushes harder on the back of your head and bucks his hips forward—though you’re not sure if that part is voluntary. Your hand moves back to the root of him, holding tightly and pushing him so that he can’t shove himself into your mouth. 

You pop your mouth off of him, ignoring the string of spit that keeps you connected to his soaked tip. With heavy lids, you glance up at him to find that he’s staring back at you with a look in his eyes that can only be described as fiery. 

“Be patient, old man, I’m trying to enjoy myself.” 

Joel scowls at you. “The fuck you mean enjoy yourself? You’re suckin’ my cock,” he snaps.

“Okay, well I happen to really fucking like sucking your cock, Joel, so be. patient.” 

He rolls his eyes at you and leans his head back against the brick wall behind him. Satisfied that he’s stopped arguing, you go back to his dick, grabbing it so that the underside of it is facing you. 

You lean forward to lick up the entirety of it, coming down to suck and kiss at his balls every couple of strokes. Your head is going a bit fuzzy and your core is throbbing almost painfully with need. 

You can’t stop though, you love the feel of his silky skin on your tongue, the way it moves slightly with each pass of your mouth. You moan loudly against him, enough so that it reaches Joel’s ears through the sound of the heavy raindrops pelting the ground and buildings around you. 

He pulls sharply on your hair, but is unable to pull you away with how tightly you latch on to his thighs. You squeeze your eyes shut and just about double your efforts to ensure he won’t make you stop. 

“Gotta hush, baby. Sound like a fuckin’ whore, moanin’ on my cock like that,” Joel squeezes out at you through gritted teeth. 

“Yeah, but you love it,” you pull away just enough to retort.

“Damn fuckin’ right,” Joel smirks back at you as you get back to work. “Little s-slut just for me.”

When you lean forward this time, you take him fully between your lips, swallowing as much as you can to get him as deep as possible. You know you’re drooling, but you can’t find it in you to care, you’re far too drunk on his taste, his scent, the feel of his cock inside your greedy mouth. 

Joel groans as you suck harshly, resisting the urge to gag as you hold him in your hot mouth and fondle his balls. God, you can’t fucking get enough. You pull back again once you literally can’t breathe, but not before taking his balls into your mouth once a piece. 

“Fucking love your cock, Joel,” you tell him as you stroke him lazily. 

“I know you fuckin’ do, darlin’. Why don’t you show him how much? Make him feel good, hm?” 

You nod eagerly at him and put your mouth back on him, bobbing your head and using your hand to tightly pump what you’re not able to reach. Joel makes a choked sound and grips your hair so tight that tears spring to your eyes. 

The sounds reverberating through the alley are nasty, but it only turns you on more. Between Joel’s bitten-down moans and the sound coming from his dick being slammed down your throat, it’s a fucking symphony in your ears. 

“Shit,” Joel breathes from above you. “Want to be inside you, baby.” 

You shake your head as much as you’re able. You want his cum down your throat, that’s the whole point of this. Twin tears trail down your messed cheeks with the movement, but you keep going at a quick but steady pace. 

He grunts and pulls on you again, and this time, you’re forced to let go. 

“Joooel,” you whine, hands going out to grab at him, only for him to squeeze again and hold you firmly in place. 

“You fuckin’ quit that, now,” he commands, and you do. Albeit reluctantly and with a furious pout. His cock bobs tauntingly in front of you, throbbing and glistening with your saliva. 

“C’mon, princess. Up.” 

You continue pouting but do as he says, letting him haul you up so he can pull your pants and underwear down. You yelp, not expecting that part so quickly. The cool, moist air hits your heated core and you clench your thighs, making it more difficult for Joel to spin you around and shove you against the wall. 

He’s behind you again in a heartbeat, the tip of his cock breaching your tight hole as he presses his entire front to your back. You keen as he slides into you, the stretch making your toes curl in your boots. 

“See?” Joel mutters into your ear. “Shut you up quick, didn’t it?” 

You can only nod as he starts to move inside of you, your slick making it easy for him to build up a quick pace. Your fingers spread out on the brick wall as he grips your hips and thrusts harshly up into you, a sheen of sweat starting to cover your body at the force in which he’s using you with. 

He hits your g-spot each time, making you huff out weak little moans to mingle with his grunts. His heavy balls slap against you with each thrust, making a lewd sound against your soaked seam and sending shocks atop your swollen clit. 

You mewl as your orgasm starts to build, a warmth starting to spread throughout your entire body. And when Joel brings one hand to wrap around your throat, you just about lose it. He squeezes the sides, cutting off your airflow and making your head spin. 

You close your eyes and your senses hone in only on the feeling of his cock spearing into you, the way his grip is so hard on your hip that there are sure to be bruises in the morning. Your head rolls back onto his shoulder and he uses the opportunity to nuzzle your jaw. 

“So s-soft ‘n’ wet for me, ain't ya? Like soaked fuckin’ silk.” 

You whimper as much as you’re able, your body starting to shake as you get closer to the edge. Joel lets his fingers ease up from the grip he has on your throat, allowing air to sweep back into your lungs, and you explode. 

You moan obscenely as you cream on his cock, his hand moving to your clit to thumb tight circles and prolong your pleasure. Your hands move from the wall to grip hard onto his forearms. 

“That’s a good girl,” he growls into your ear. 

“M–Please, Joel,” you whine. “Let me swallow–I–” 

Joel’s dark laugh startles you, but he moves to give you what you want. He pulls his cock out of you, and you suddenly feel empty. You whine despite yourself, but are quickly distracted again by the way he spins you around and shoves you back to your knees, your pants still pulled down around your ankles. 

You watch him dazedly as he fists his drenched cock and then guides it back to your swollen lips. You taste yourself on him as he pumps his hips and glides onto your tongue. He places a hand on the back of your head again, helping you take him. 

“There you go, you fuckin’ cum-hungry little slut.” 

You moan, and you can tell that’s his undoing as the vibrations travel through his length. He shudders and groans into the empty alley as his balls tug up and he spills into your mouth. You greedily drink him down, gripping his thighs and closing your eyes as you focus on not spilling a single drop. 

He pushes your head down until he hits the back of your throat, waiting for you to gag before he slowly pulls all the way back out. You’re both sweaty and panting but you still open your mouth and tilt your head up for approval that you swallowed every bit of his cum. Joel watches you with parted lips and nods. 

“Good job, princess,” he tells you, and you smile. 

“Alright, baby, I gotta get you home before curfew,” he says after a moment. “Let’s get you cleaned up so it doesn’t look like we just fucked in a damn alley.” 

You grin at him and lift your arms for him to help you up again. You don’t tell him that it’s pointless to clean you up since you’ll just end up in the same state once you get home. If there’s one thing that will never dwindle in your relationship, it’s the insatiable hunger that the two of you harbor for one another—and all the messes and mischief that comes with it.

[cultofdixon]

That growling wasn’t a walker

Daryl Dixon • She/Her Pronouns • You can handle just one walker…or a few…or really, yeah. Daryl is in for a surprise • SFW/Smol ANGST • TW: Minor Injuries / Anxiety

Requested by: Anon

“It’s getting late, should set up camp somewhere”

“Go ahead and set it up” Y/N handed Daryl the few squirrels and one rabbit she caught, earning a confused look from the man. “Heard some walkers. Gonna take them out before setting up our trigger lines”

“Smart…just be safe okay?” Daryl reminds his partner always as she gave him a smile bringing herself close enough for him to meet half way for their lips to touch. “Don’t make me have to come after yea” a hint of a smirk peaked out when Y/N playfully smacked him in the chest before heading toward the low growling she heard.

Y/N went a bit further than she expected from where she was with Daryl. The sound grew louder so she half expected to deal with at least a handful of walkers. Nothing she can’t handle. She was starting to hear a different tone with the growling that it started to come off as animalistic.

“Hm…” Y/N kept her gun holstered and readied her hunting axe when it came to the bigger animals.

And boy. Wait til Daryl heard about this

She’s been gone a minute Daryl thought as he finished the fire and half the trigger lines, keeping the direction she went off to open so she wouldn’t trip and hurt herself. It’s happened. He’s learned his lesson.

Footsteps started to come clear and they were heavier than normal if they were Y/N’s. He knows it’s wrong but to be safe he readied his crossbow and soon enough her silhouette came clear. Daryl instantly glued his gaze to the amount of blood on her and tried not to think too hard about it.

“Rough kill?”

“Something like that—-Hey Daryl, have you ever like eaten a grizzly bear?”

That made him look up at her confused stopping himself from making a makeshift grill.

“Nah, be crazy to hunt a bear”

Y/N crouched down a bit to his level as Daryl got a clearer look at the blood on her noticing it was fresh and part of his mind went to she got hurt.

“Would you…say they’re edible though? Never heard somebody eat a bear”

“Anythin’ is edible if you’re hungry—-You gotta sit down let me look—-“

“Cool. I got bear for dinner” She patted her legs as she rose from the crouched position taking a few steps back before dragging a dead bear into view. “Son of a bitch put up a fight”

The man was speechless watching her drag this grizzly bear next to him and immediately sat on the other side taking out her knife about to start skinny when he stopped her.

“Sweets, we gotta get you cleaned up and make sure you ain’t too badly injured”

“I’m not. Just a few scratches and probably a gnarly bruise on my side from getting almost knocked off my feet but I’m good” Y/N plopped herself down and started to get to work, and Daryl helped her knowing if he quickened the process he can access her injuries.

It took a few hours and a bit of convincing, but here they were. Sitting next to one another enjoying some of the bear meat while the rest was wrapped up and hung up to avoid losing the hunt to what was hunted. Daryl finished wrapping Y/N’s arm in the last of the bandage he carried letting her finally have a full grasp on some of the bear meat.

“You’re crazy you know that”

“I’m hangry, let me enjoy this”

The archer rolled his eyes watching her eat and occasionally adjust the bear pelt laid on her shoulders. It was still unsettling that his partner took on a bear, not surprising because she can definitely handle shit but how she didn’t get help or even wanted it.

“Just wait til Michonne hears about this”

“She’s gonna be so proud” Y/N laughs a little to herself knowing damn well Michonne is gonna accuse Daryl of not keeping a close eye on his partner. Because she has a tendency of doing radical things.

Once they packed up and headed back home, Michonne wasn’t the only one to greet them back as she was accompanied by Carol and Aaron who both noticed the bandages and bear pelt on Y/N.

“Daryl, what happened?”

“We brought back a lot of game” Daryl states dropping the bag by Aaron’s feet as he immediately looked inside with a confused look.

“Uh. That’s a lot of meat”

“Captain Obvious over here” Y/N laughs, shrugging the bear pelt off and handing it to Michonne as she kept her attention on her injuries. “Hey, it lost the fight”

“You two hunted a bear?? You know how dangerous—-“

“Ha!” Y/N cut Carol off immediately. “We…”

Then all three of them looked at Daryl with a hint of anger and worry but the second emotion was more directed toward Y/N.

“She hunted a bear”

“All by herself”

“When she could’ve just left it alone” Michonne finishes only to roll her eyes to Daryl’s shrug of a response.

“She didn’t die”

“SHE STILL GOT HURT!” Aaron pointed out the obvious one more time as Y/N sighs patting Daryl on the shoulder.

“They are ungrateful to my hard work” and with that she made her way back to their place. Knowing damn well Daryl was going to get chewed out by the three and she wasn’t going to stay there for that.

[chanlixsbabygirl]

Hits Different | Lee Felix

Pairing: f!reader x Lee Felix Word Count: 1.7k Warning(s): mentions of excessive drinking (please be safe)

Oh my, love is a lie, shit my friends say to get me by. It hits different. It hits different this time. Catastrophic blues, movin’ on was always easy for me to do. It hits different. It hits different ‘cause it’s you.

Boys came and went. That was something that never seemed to change. One came and another followed and they never stayed for long. Not that you really minded. It was like ice cream. Eating the same flavor every time got boring after a while. Sometimes they moved on first, sometimes you did. Sometimes you had to skip town and block a number. Sometimes your number never even got saved in their phone.

Until Felix.

You were out at a bar. You told your friends that if Felix texted, you weren’t going to answer. Accountability, you told yourself. It wasn’t until you were walking home that he crossed your mind again. It stopped you in the middle of the sidewalk and you nearly vomited. What if he was out tonight? What if he was taking some other girl home? You didn’t like the way your stomach churned at the thought.

Felix didn’t text you. You stayed up late staring at the messages he’d sent you recently. Why not tonight? He usually had this night of the week off. Maybe there was a boys’ night? You should stop thinking about it. It was going to make your head hurt more than the killer hangover would in the morning.

You went out the next night and drank a little too much a little too fast. It was maybe an hour before you started talking about Felix. The little ray of sunshine that was also a storm cloud. You’d only been out for a couple of hours when one of your friends put you in a cab and sent you home. You didn’t make it to bed. You were laying on the couch when you heard the knock. It was probably one of your friends making sure you were home and not dead in a trunk somewhere, right?

You wobbled to the door, feeling the effects of the alcohol. You were almost certain your drinks had been spiked when you opened the door and Felix was standing there, checking his phone. Yeah, like he was actually at the door. You were definitely drugged. This was just a bad (maybe not the worst) trip.

“Y/N.”

The low purr of his voice brought you back to the very real man standing at your door, watching you sway back and forth. His eyes were focused on your face, but he could very much tell how unsteady you were. Everything became very real when his warm hand pressed into the small of your back, leading you back to the couch you had stumbled away from to let him in.

“What have you done, Y/N? You should take better care of yourself.”

“They shouldn’t kill off the main guy…”

“You need to drink water; you aren’t making any sense.”

“In movies, they shouldn’t kill off the main guy. He leaves the girl blue when he’s gone.”

Felix pressed the water bottle into your hand, brows knitting together at the sentences falling from your lips. He wasn’t quite sure what you meant.

“The bar kept playing that song. The one you played in the car the first time we got dinner.”

He was trying to make sense of the random bits of information you were giving him, and it was not going well. He could tell that something was agitating you, but he didn’t know what it was. First it was killing off the main guys in movies and now it was a song he had played in the car once.

“Why are you here? Didn’t text me last night…”

“I seem to have heard that you told your friends at the bar last night that you wouldn’t answer, even if I did.”

“I…you weren’t there last night.”

“A friend texted me.”

“I almost threw up in the street last night.”

“You need to quit drinking-”

“Thinking about you with another girl.”

“So you were thinking about me?”

“Didn’t want you taking her home…”

“Who, love?”

“The girl.”

He couldn’t help the small laugh that escaped his lips. You had convinced yourself of this non-existent girl he was taking home. He had been up half the night baking with Seungmin while Minho had tortured them and Jeongin with a horror movie.

“I wasn’t with a girl last night, love. Not tonight either. Just you.”

“I don’t fall in love. I never let them stay very long.”

“Really? Do you drunkenly ask for them until your friends send you home as well?”

“No. It’s different this time.”

“Why?”

“Because it’s you.”

Felix sat there in the quiet, processing what you had said. Everyone always said you lost your inhibitions when you were drunk, but he wasn’t sure it didn’t make you say things you didn’t mean.

“That’s silly.”

“It’s different because it’s you. It might always be you.”

That was the last thing you said before you finally passed out. You were still in your clothes, and you were now half draped over him on the couch. He kept replaying your words in his head. It’s different because it’s you. It might always be you. Surely you were just drunk and weren’t thinking straight.

He felt your hands, and he thought you were awake. But your eyes were still closed, and your breathing was still the same. He let your sleeping hands touch his face and his hair, and finally wrap around his own. You were warm. So incredibly warm.

You started mumbling in your sleep, and he tried to decipher it. “Argumentative.” How you got that out while asleep and drunk, he didn’t know. But you weren’t wrong. The singular time you’d come to the dorms, you had gotten into a heated debate with Seungmin about what K-Drama was the best coming out at the time. “Antithetical.” Felix had to look that one up. He was curious why you knew it, let alone were saying it in your sleep. “Dream girl.” The antithetical clicked when dream girl followed. The opposite of a dream girl.

“You could never be an antithetical dream girl, love.”

He kissed your temple before finally drifting off to sleep. You were no longer draped over him when he woke up. In fact, you were nowhere to be seen. He looked around, bleary eyed. After a moment, he realized he could hear water running. You were in the shower. That was good. It would probably help with the killer hangover he was sure you’d be nursing.

You emerged from the bathroom in a swirl of steam, dressed in a t-shirt and sweatpants, which were much more comfortable than the dress you had slept in. Felix’s hair was still messy from sleep, and his clothes wrinkled from the awkward position he’d slept in.

“Good morning, Y/N.”

“Morning.”

“Head hurt?”

“No shit.”

“I’ll make you breakfast.”

“You don’t-”

“I don’t have to. I want to.”

20 minutes later, there were pancakes sitting in front of you and Felix was still standing at the stove. You ate in silence, but the food definitely did help with the minor sense of nausea that had been present since you’d woken up strewn across him. He finally finished with the batter, sitting down next to you with the rest of the pancakes.

“Do you want to talk about it?”

“About what?”

“Should I make a list? Getting drunk at a bar and one of your friends begging me to come see you. Telling me that you didn’t fall in love. Except it was different because it was me. Falling asleep draped across me on your couch. Calling yourself argumentative and an antithetical dream girl in your sleep.”

He could see your expression drop as he listed off the things the night before had let out. He was usually all for saving face and not hurting someone’s feelings, but he needed to know what was happening, and you were the only one who could answer that for him.

“Oh, and convincing yourself that I took a girl home the night before last and almost throwing up in the street over it.”

Your face burned at the details you very much had not intended to tell him, but apparently had in your heavily intoxicated state. Damn that stupid bar and your stupid imagination. You were so stuck on how mortified you were that you weren’t paying attention until Felix reached over to wipe a bit of butter from your lip. The touch sent you reeling.

“I…well, first, I expected you to text me the night before last. And I told my friends I wasn’t going to answer because I never let guys stay as long as I’ve let you. And then I was walking home, and it was too late for buses to come, but I had only had one drink, so I figured it would be fine. I wasn’t far from my apartment. And…and I couldn’t help but wonder if the reason you hadn’t texted was because you had gone out with some other girl and it made me feel sick thinking about it. And my friends were already planning to go out last night and I was supposed to go too and I…I drank more than I should. And they kept playing that song. All I could think about was you. And I guess someone sent me home and I didn’t make it to bed. Then you were there and I thought maybe someone had spiked my drink but you were here and…hell if I know what any of what I said when I was drunk meant.”

“Did you mean it when you said it was different this time. Because it was me?”

“I…I think I did. I’ve never worried about a guy finding someone else before. It’s always been easy to move on.”

“You’re not an antithetical dream girl.”

“What?”

“That’s what you called yourself in your sleep.”

“I can agree that you’re argumentative, but not an antithetical dream girl.”

“You had to come check on me when I was very drunk on a Saturday night. I don’t think that really screams dream girl.”

“I think about you in my dreams.”

“Those are nightmares.”

“What about my daydreams?”

“Daynightmares?”

“Never. Usually they end with me getting a kiss, and I certainly like that ending.”

[pbandjesse]

I was not feeling amazing today. I am doing a little better now though. I am still really tired but I don't feel so bad. I did not sleep well. My nose was incredibly dry and I kept waking up because my tummy hurts. And I was just having a hard time.

When I woke up at 8 I was pretty miserable. I texted James and just sort of scrolled on my phone for an hour. I didn't want to move. My muscles in my stomach hurt. I was just not having a very good time.

But there were things I wanted to do. I wanted to wash my hair. And I wanted to work on sewing. And if I did not other things I was just determined to do those two things.

I would get jo and went to start the shower. It was no use though and never got warm. I made the bed and brushed my teeth and still, cold water. I just tried to splash myself until I was acclimated enough but man it sucked. At least my hair was clean by the end. Even if I was shivering.

I wore my long sweater dress today, which was very cozy. I would put the heat on though. I checked all the animals and warmed up the biscuit James left for me. And got to work at my sewing machine.

I spent about two hours sewing. I was really happy with this next row. I was happy to get something accomplished. Though I did not work on the boarder. It's all good though. And I think in the end it'll all work out.

I would clean up and went upstairs. I got in bed and put on a video. And was asleep pretty quickly.

I would sleep for a few hours. And I did feel better when I woke up. I had a few texts to answer. Including from my niece Rae. She is going to try and come visit soon and I think that will be lovely if it works out.

I was feeling a little weak. I had a snack downstairs. And fed Crabcake. And hung out with sweetp. I texted James about going to R house for dinner to try the new empanada place. And that was a lovely plan. So I got cozy in the studio and waited for them to come home.

When James did come home they were freezing from their bike ride. It was barely 20 degrees outside. So James would warm up and we chatted for a while. But once they were warm, I got my shoes on and we headed out into the world.

And man it was cold. My ll bean coat doesn't let any air in thankfully. And we got a good parking space when we got there. Which is difficult in that neighborhood so that was exciting.

James ordered us some empanadas and I would also get poke. And it was a lovely dinner. James told me about their day. And when our food was ready it was really good. I decided my empanada would be improved by sour cream so I saved half of it to eat at home. And ate half of my poke which was also excellent but I am trying very hard to listen to my stomach and not my brain that wanted to st the entire thing even though I was very full and on the short side of pain.

I would end up getting a terrible stitch in my side. It was time to go home

When we got back here we got cozy on the couch. James warmed up my heating pad. And is making biscuits while we watch call the midwife. And I am having a lovely evening.

I hope to have more energy tomorrow. Run some errands. We will see how the day shakes out. I hope you all sleep well. I love you all. Good night!!

[scamallach-1]

Steven Wright’s short film ‘The Appointments of Dennis Jennings’ (1988). Watched this again for my 30th birthday ‘24. Here is my review from last year:

I have… feelings about Steven Wright’s works. I don’t know the man, and it’s not like I feel I do - especially when I hear him nowadays on radio shows going off about ‘cancel culture’ and his shitty friends Chapelle and Louis CK - but his work has inspired in me my own desire to write and my desire to stop viewing the way my brain works as a malfunction. I have a learning disability that kept me afraid to be a writer for years. He talked openly about his process for writing and ideas. “It comes like rain”, he said - a little, then a lot, then a little, then nothing, nothing - then a downpour. I keep that with me.

The guy, for whatever reason unknown to me, really knows how to illustrate the surreal and often absurd experience(s) of those of us with neurodivergence and obsessive tendencies. We have big imaginations, and we get lost in them. We need our own specific routines, our own personal concoctions of ‘self-regulatory’ stimuli. We see patterns - or wait, we think we did, so let’s examine — I might be late for work but let’s examine, I need this. It’s hard to change tasks. It’s hard to remember yesterday… but we remember the October of the year we turned 24 and how the air smelled and what sweater we kept wearing over and over that we haven’t really worn in a while since, and why not, where is that sweater oh god I hope I still have it I loved that sweater, it’s probably in that one box inside that one suitcase up inside the closet underneath the other box full of psychiatric receipts and medical paperwork from the year we turned 27. Yes. Here it is. Shit it’s been 3 hours?

We overthink the curve of a soup spoon at our dinner table as the glaringly obvious flies over our heads, a distant jet plane. People don’t realize we can see the jet plane, carving convex or concave, right off the reflection in the silverware. We approach the side door comfortably cause we never really could find the front door in — and hey, it still gets us inside, so?

So. We are preyed on. Treated like it’s all wrong. And lots of us are seeking to really know. Who am I to say I’m fine? (Oh don’t even go there, it lets them in!)

Years and years going thru the process of psychiatric treatment is what made this short film so funny to me; yes it depicts fairly literally a common experience with psychiatry when you’re just a waiter at a restaurant trying to figure yourself out. The paranoia we feel in life (and the doc insists this moreso with his actions, things he does not say) is of our individual insanity, and yet the evidence of his direct hand in our paranoia surrounds us like suspicious bread crumbs. Or neckties (?).

We aren’t wrong for noticing the crumbs on their laps, going off on long thought trails, trying to figure out what it was they were eating for lunch that day. When we notice a pattern, it gives us a chill. Much to think about. Yet we’re supposed to carry on with the treatment, put our trust in his hands, so don’t get too lost in thought. You’re paying thru the nose for only an hour!

Sometimes it makes us feel like an ugly bug in a glass case, there for someone wealthier and more ‘academic’ than us to dissect. Sometimes the “ills” we experience are manufactured by those in place to heal us (and even to govern us), for a regular hefty fee got by weeks of saving tips and serving tables. It reminds me of symbiosis. It’s not so far-fetched to suggest it ain’t wrong to feel a lil paranoid of your psychiatrist when you tell them about your specific experiences in life, your day-to-day symptoms, and they pull out that damn DSM-♾️, search thru it like it’s the yellow pages, and ultimately conclude: no, sorry, nothing here for someone like you.

Their finger is hovering over that secret red button that summons the cops while they say “this is a safe space to talk it through”.

And finally, when you’re done — you’re really pushed over the edge with it all — and you say “Fuck this industry, it’s ruined my life!” and you have an “ugly” reaction, an episode, an event, you get angry, where do we often end up for this ‘disturbance’?

Incarcerated. And you see that the patterns are pretty much the same in prison as they are in involuntary hospitalization as they are in the every day systems we are meant to survive without making a fuss. Maybe some of us are expected to die, I don’t know.

And maybe there will be a new entry in the DSM next year. It’s so interesting.

[long-hot-stories]

Married To A Goddess: Part 3

Dan watches a catfight among the Goddesses.

Based on a post by DustinMidnight, in 9 parts. Listen to the PodcastatSteamy Stories.

Chapter 5

It took Dan and Annabelle about an hour to drive to Dan’s childhood home. It was an old house, but well-taken care of. The front porch lights were on when Dan pulled into the driveway. He sat for a minute before finally shutting off the car’s engine.

Dan took a long deep breath and popped his neck. In the passenger seat, Annabelle smiled, clearly excited for what was about to happen.

“I can’t wait to meet your parents. I wonder what they’ll think of me.” She looked at Dan, a placid expression in her eyes.

“I’m sure they’ll like you.” Dan returned her expression with a bemused smile. He wasn’t really sure that was true. His parents were usually friendly, but he wasn’t sure how Annabelle might act. It wasn’t even that she was a god, it was that she barely kept her hands off him, even with other people around. Oh, God, what if Mom tries talking about grandkids, or notices our rings? He shuddered at the thought.

“Well, whatever happens, I’m sure it’ll go well,” proclaimed Annabelle. She bounced out of the Challenger, and Dan followed her up the porch steps and to the front door. She stood to the side as Dan knocked, not bothering with the doorbell. It had been broken for a couple of years, and Dad hadn’t really bothered to try to fix it. He was getting up there in age, and fighting with electrical work wasn’t worth it.

The door opened after a couple of minutes. Standing there was a man who looked like Dan, but older with long, graying hair and a finely trimmed salt-and-pepper beard. He stood 6'6", taller than Dan, and looked down his nose at the two people at his door.

“Hey, Dad,” Dan said. The old man nodded, looked over at Annabelle, and nodded again. Dan sometimes described his father as having the expression of a grizzly bear that looked calm but could growl at any moment.

“Dan, how’s it going?” With a large smile, his dad’s arms opened up as he suddenly gave his grown-up son a big hug. Dan groaned as the tight squeeze pushed some air out of him. Annabelle giggled at Dan looking like he was being crushed by the older man. Soon his father let go of his son and smiled at Annabelle.

“And who might this young lady be?” he asked.

“I’m Annabelle. It’s a pleasure to meet you, Mr. Fremont.”

“Please call me Gabriel. Mr. Fremont was my father.” He suddenly brought her into a tight hug. As he wrapped his arm around her and picked her a few inches off the ground, Annabelle squealed with delight. Dan was not expecting that. His father put his wife down and then groaned, rubbing his back,

“Christ, I swear, Dan, don’t get old.”

“Well, I’ll try not to pick up a box wrong and blow my back out,” Dan said with a chuckle, patting his dad on the shoulder.

“That, too. Now, I will say, she is a catch. Look at her. She’s so cute you could pick her up, put her in your pocket, and walk away.” He smiled and gestured to the two of them to step through the door. Annabelle giggled while tilting her head. “Honey, is that them?” An older woman’s voice called from the back of the house.

“Yeah, Sarah, they just walked in,” Gabriel called out. Dan and Annabelle took their jackets off, and Dan’s mother walked into the foyer. Sarah was a short, plump standing around 5'4". “Dan it’s so great to see you, and same for the pretty lady,” she said. She gave each of them a big ol’ hug.

“Heavens to Betsy, what have you been eating? Must not be much. You look as skinny as a railroad spike. Come on, you two, get in here. Dinner’s almost ready.”

Away from the pleasant moment with Demand Annabelle, Vanessa was shivering. Even with her jacket, it was rather cold. She wasn’t sure why she was out here. All she knew was Joe had brought them here.

“What are we doing here, Joe?” she asked the man who was currently wearing a white business suit.

“I told you, we’re here to help some people out. Now I need you to trust me on this.” A dashing smile appeared on his face, practically glowing in the dark alleyway. He pointed towards the other side of the street.

“Now, I need you to head over there. Just stand around for a few minutes, and you’ll see a little girl walking down the street. She’s about ten years old, and maybe a little dirty. I want you to keep an eye on her, and when she reaches the crosswalk, grab her and pull her back about fifty feet. That’s all you’ve got to do.” He chuckled and snapped his fingers, pointing toward where Vanessa should stand.

“Why?” she asked. “What’s going to happen? I mean, seriously, why me, if you know what’s going to happen?”

The corners of Joe’s smile turned up a bit more.

He assured her, “Don’t question it. It’s against certain rules for me to interfere, but for someone like you, such a beauty, you can do something. Don’t worry, I’m sure nothing will happen to you.” He chuckled, patting her shoulder. Vanessa screamed, feeling pain ripple through her stomach as though she was being stabbed. She bent over and took heavy breaths until Joe pulled away.

“Sorry, I got a little angry. But please, my dear, just do this for me. You’ll feel real good about yourself, and you’ll be doing a good deed.” He gave her the thumbs up, and his other hand moved through his slick black hair.

“If you insist,” Vanessa said. Inwardly, she shuddered, imagining him doing God knows what he could do. Somehow he had gotten her to do random things — move objects around, convince a couple of guys not to work in certain spots. She remembered how just the other day, she needed to seduce this one woman and convince her to invite her back to her place. It was embarrassing; she hated every second of it. By the end of the night, she had snuck out barely clothed.

She wasn’t entirely sure what this was all about, but whenever she tried going against Joe’s wishes, she felt a pain hit her in random parts of her body. It Wouldn’t go away until she agreed to do what he said.

“Fine, if you insist.” Vanessa bit her lip and hurried across the street as Joe had directed. She leaned against a wall and kept an eye out. Suddenly she saw the petite girl Joe had described. bundled up in a coat, with a backpack slung over one shoulder, she humming a little tune as she walked. As she passed, Vanessa fell in step behind her until the girl got to the crosswalk.

That was when she grabbed the girl, yanking her backward in large strides for over fifty feet

The young girl screamed,

“What are you doing?! What the heck?! Someone help me!” Her screams were suddenly drowned out by a loud squeal of tires. Vanessa let go just as a car swerved at high speed through the intersection and crashed into a building on the far side with a loud crunch. The car’s front end pretty much disintegrated. Vanessa left the girl as she ran back across the street to check on the driver. His face was against the now-deflated airbag that had emerged from the steering wheel, and he stirred enough to show he was alive. She took out her phone to dial 9-1-1.

A hand reached from behind her and grabbed the phone. She turned to see Joe Liesmith, who said, “He’ll live. His kind, the drunkards, somehow always manage to live. Don’t worry.” Joe took a deep breath. Vanessa could have sworn she saw white light emerging from his nose, as he looked so relaxed.

“Just what I needed. Plus, hey, you’re a hero. If you hadn’t pulled her back, that little girl would have died. Now come on. We need to get going. We have a lot of work to do. Hopefully, when this is all over with, you’ll be rewarded. You’ll get your Dan back.” He chuckled, and handed Vanessa back her phone as the two of them began walking away.

Dan and Annabelle were in the middle of their meal, enjoying the well-done steak with baked potato and corn.

“So how did you two meet?” his mother asked with a smile as she cut a piece of her steak. Dan answered, “Well, we met at the store. We bumped into each other’s cart. I joked that we should exchange numbers, so we could contact each other for insurance purposes. It just kind of happened.” He laughed and nervously scratched the back of his head. He bit his lip while Annabelle nodded and continued the story.

“Oh, yes, we ended up meeting at a bar and had a few drinks, and really, it was a magical time.” She picked the ear of corn off her plate, but froze with it halfway to her mouth. Dan noticed her eyes looked milk white. Her face twisted into a horrified expression. Gabriel looked over at her, clearly concerned, and the same for Sarah.

“Honey, are you okay?” Sarah asked, reaching over as if to pat her back. Just then, Annabelle began screaming, so loud it could have been mistaken for a Banshee in a fit of unholy rage, echoing off the walls. Everyone else in the room had to suddenly clap their hands over their ears to dull out the noise.

She stopped just as suddenly as she’d started, putting the corn back on her plate as she muttered,

“I’m so sorry! I— I— ”

She grabbed her mouth and ran off to the small bathroom under the stairs. The door slammed with a loud bang, but the sound of vomiting could still be heard from the other side of the wall.

“Dan, is she okay?” Gabriel asked.

Confused, Dan replied, “I don’t know. I’ve never seen her like this before.” He got up from his seat and walked to the bathroom door, giving it a light knock and asking,

“Annie? Are you okay?”

“I’m — blurrg! Fine, just give me a — blurrg— minute!” There were a few more retching noises, and eventually the door opened. Annabelle was hunched over the toilet. Dan saw what looked like pure black sludge in the bowl and almost retched himself. “What happened?” he asked.

“Something wrong— The natural order was messed with. Someone was fucking with death, keeping someone alive.” She inhaled deeply through her mouth.

“Is everything okay?” Gabriel called out from the hallway. Annabelle coughed as she stood up, unsteady on her feet at first, and then snapped her fingers. The sludge that had run down her shirt disappeared. She quickly reached over and flushed the toilet, but the sludge seemed to vanish into thin air rather than go down the drain. The bowl was left clean and sparkling as she closed the lid.

“Yeah, just something hit me wrong. I’m so sorry,” Annabelle assured them as she walked back to the table. Dan followed her, surprised at how quickly she seemed to go back to normal. They were going to need to have a serious talk about this when they got home.

“Oh, sweetheart, do you think it was something you ate?” Sarah asked as Annabelle sat back down. “We’re all eating the same thing now, but what did you have earlier today? Do you need to lie down? We could set you up in Dan’s old room so you could rest up a little.”

Annabelle smiled, her body now more relaxed.

“It’ll be okay. I think it might have been something from earlier. But it’s passed now. I’m so sorry if I ruined your dinner.”

“Oh, it’s all right. Just as long as you’re okay. I can get you something else to settle your stomach — maybe some saltines and 7-Up? Just relax and take your time. Besides, we can talk some more. Oh, I know! We could get Dan’s baby photos of him in the bathtub naked!”

“Mom, NO!” Dan shouted in horror. Sarah giggled with her hand over her mouth.

“Oh, honey, I wouldn’t do that to you. Maybe in the future. We don’t want to scare the poor girl off just yet.”

“Ha, I don’t think he’ll be getting rid of me that easily,” Annabelle giggled, as she rubbed her foot against Dan’s leg under the table.

“Well, is that so? Our home is your home, so if anything happens, we’re here for you.” Gabriel smiled as he raised his glass in a toast. The other three at the table drank from their own glasses.

After some cake for dessert, Dan managed to move the conversation into the foyer, where Sarah was still suggesting that he and Annabelle stay longer, even as they had their coats on. Finally, he managed to convince his parents that they needed to go.

“Please come on by again when you have a chance. Anytime,” said Sarah. Annabelle nodded excitedly.

“I might just do that. You guys seem great. And I’ve got to get that recipe for the rub you put on the steak. It was divine,” she said with a chuckle. Dan rolled his eyes at what was obviously supposed to be an inside joke.

“Well, come earlier next time to help cook, and I’ll show you all my secrets,” Sarah said with a laugh. Dan sighed as they headed off towards the Challenger. As they pulled out of the driveway, they could see Gabriel and Sarah waving from the front porch. Annabelle waved back.

As they were halfway down the block, Dan asked,

“So, what happened tonight? I mean, I’ve never seen you get sick before. I wouldn’t have thought you even could”

“Just — I don’t know what happened. All I know is someone or something messed with fate. Someone was meant to die, but somehow it got interrupted, and that person lived.”

“But isn’t that a good thing, preventing someone from dying?” Dan asked as he made a turn.

“It’s not that simple. There needs to be a balance, as fate dictates. That person is kind of a wild card now. Really, when someone messes with fate and prevents a person from dying when they’re not a god of death, it can cause chaos and destruction. Last time this happened, it didn’t end well,” Annabelle murmured as she leaned back, closing her eyes.

“What happened last time?” Dan asked while keeping his eyes on the road.

“There were two events in the last hundred years. One of them involved a god of war who felt mercy for a soldier and prevented him from dying by convincing another soldier not to kill him. Turns out that soldier was Hitler, and I think you know what happened there. The other time, it was john Wayne Gacy.”

“Yikes, that is bad…” Dan responded as he glanced over at her. She looked so relaxed, seeming to be close to falling asleep. Especially with her current body that toned down her normal beauty and curves, it almost made Dan forget that she was a goddess.

“It can be bad, though whatever happens with that survivor, only the future will tell. Going back even further, there have been some good results — but there might be chaos, too. Dan— I think I’m gonna sleep a bit. Wake me up when we get home.”

“Of course. Rest up — you’ve earned it, Annie.”

“Thank you,” Annabelle said. She sighed, and her head flopped to the left, almost falling on his shoulder. His heart nearly skipped a beat, but he concentrated on his driving, not even bothering to turn the music on.

He drove the rest of the way just listening to the road noise mixed with Annabelle’s quiet breathing, occasionally looking over to see the goddess snooze. He finally pulled into his parking space and turned the engine off. He watched her for a minute and couldn’t help but think,

Maybe it’s not too bad, us being married. He sighed, then nudged her a bit and quietly said,

“Hey, wake up there.”

He shook her on the shoulder, but Annabelle brushed him off. He got out of the car, and as he walked around to the other side, he briefly wondered what it would be like to be a god. With a sigh, he opened the passenger door, extricated the goddess from the seatbelt, and put her over his shoulder. The enhanced strength she had given him was really coming in handy as he carried her off. He brought her all the way to their apartment and put her into bed, taking her shoes off and putting a blanket over her.

Dan stayed up a little while longer. He tried watching something on TV, something about mythology, but all he could think about was the goddess in his own bed. He was also worried that something was happening that was messing with the balance of nature. There was a feeling he just couldn’t push away — a bad feeling that there was something wrong with the world.

In the early hours of the morning, Dan suddenly heard a crashing sound coming from the living room. Dan groaned and looked over, seeing Annabelle still asleep. He got up and walked into the living room. As he turned the corner, he saw the apartment’s front door broken open.

“What the hell?” he exclaimed, seeing the door hanging off the hinges. As he stood there confused, a creature ran right into him. It growled and screamed as it seemed to scurry along.

“Holy fuck! Shit!” Dan screamed.

“Where is Goddess!?” It growled as it ran up the wall, clawing its way into the kitchen, rummaging through the pantry, throwing cereal boxes to the floor haphazardly.

Dan could see it was a small creature, around three feet tall, with long red hair and black eyes, long pointy ears and slightly reddish skin. It seemed to be wearing a plumber’s jumpsuit. It suddenly turned around to hiss at Dan, who couldn’t help but scream.

He recovered enough to yell, “Hey, quit throwing my food,” grabbing a broom and quickly banging it against a cabinet. The creature hissed at him again, then jumped up and ran back into the living room.

“Where is Goddess?!” it growled once again. Dan turned the living room light on to see that the creature was messing with his TV It ripped the back off and appeared to be doing something with the now-exposed circuit boards. The television turned on, flipped through a bunch of channels quickly, and settled on a porn movie.

“She’s asleep, damn it! Now quit fucking with my television!” Dan grabbed a souvenir baseball from the mantel above the fireplace, throwing it at the little devil. It missed by a mile, hitting the TV square in its flat screen and leaving a crack in the glass. Dan groaned in annoyance and ran at the creature. The goblin met him halfway, lunging at him, screaming, and latching onto his face.

“Motherfucker!” Dan screamed himself. He lurched forward, trying to slam it against the nearest wall, trying to get it off him. It wrapped its legs around his face as it once again demanded,

“Where is my goddess?!”

With its body against his face, Dan realized that he was dealing with a female. A female what? Who knew? He was groaning, and she was grunting as he kept slam her into the wall.

He felt her relax slightly, and he managed to pull the little thing off him and throw it out the doorway. He took a deep breath as he saw it bang against the opposite wall of the hallway. Hearing a chuckling sound behind him, he turned to see Bast sitting there in her cat form, her tail swaying.

“Why didn’t you help me?” he grunted.

“‘Cause it was too much fun, and how often do you see a gremlin headbutt a human in the ass?”

“Wait, what do you… Gahh!” He suddenly felt something hard push into his rear end, causing him to fall on his stomach. He quickly turned over to see the gremlin clawing at him. Its mouth was open to reveal needle-like teeth, its jet-black eyes locked on his. It looked like a demon, but with soft feminine features and heavy scars over her eyes.

“Bring me my goddess, Male!” it screamed.

Dan called out,

“Bast! Do something! Come on!"He wrestled the little creature, which was holding onto him like there was no tomorrow. Her legs were like iron.

"Oh, I will,” Bast promised. “Where’s the popcorn? This is hilarious!” She laughed, rolling on her back.

“Well, catch this!” Dan managed to dislodge the gremlin, and threw the creature at Bast. His aim was better than with the baseball.

“For the Goddess!” the creature shrieked. She was big enough to smother Bast’s cat form, and she started biting on Bast’s ear. To Dan, it looked like a small child playing too rough with a family pet.

Bast let out a blood-curdling screech.

“Help me! I as a Goddess command you!” She was gyrating her body and trying to wriggle out of the gremlin’s grasp, but the gremlin seemed to have the energy of a child on a sugar rush and held the cat firmly.

“Oh, I’ll help you all right. Just let me get the popcorn.” He ran into the kitchen, filled the first bowl he could grab with warm water from the sink, then ran back into the living room and threw it at the two fighting creatures.

Bast screamed,

“No! Don’t get her wet!” But it was too late. The water landed on both her and the gremlin.

The gremlin stopped moving, allowing Bast to wriggle out of her grasp, move a few feet away, and start nervously licking herself.

The gremlin stood there for a second, dripping. her body shaking. She suddenly let out a scream as something popped out of her back. Dan blinked a few times, as the object that had emerged from her fell to the floor next to her, then enlarged and somehow took on the shape of another damn gremlin!

She wasn’t an exact duplicate of the original gremlin, standing there naked with long blue hair, lighter skin, and eyes that were red instead of black. The original gremlin glared at this new version. Dan could only hear his own heartbeat and Bast’s nervous purring.

The gremlin suddenly screamed, “There can be only one Gizzy!” It somehow pulled a hammer twice its size out of nowhere, slamming it down squarely on the head of the duplicate, squishing it into a pancake. The event took a moment to sink in. Dan finally screamed, “What the flying fuck?!” while Gizzy, as she was apparently named, continued to hammer away at the round, multicolored object that had briefly been another gremlin.

At last, a tired voice called out,

“What’s going on?”

Gizzy stopped hammering. Dan stopped questioning his life choices. Bast stopped licking herself and exhaustedly rolled onto her back.

Annabelle was standing in the doorway wearing a black teddy under a red silk bathrobe that wasn’t tied closed. Dan felt his jaw drop as he almost forgot about his attacker. A wide smile appeared on Gizzy’s face, showing off those sharp teeth. She was breathing heavily as she suddenly jumped into Annabelle’s arms. Dan steeled himself to intervene, but then realized that the little monster was hugging Annabelle.

“Goddess, O great Goddess. I’ve missed you!” Gizzy was now kissing her arm over and over again, just a big old ball of sunshine.

Dan shook his head, finally asking,

“Annabelle, who is that. No, what is that?”.

Annabelle laughed nervously.

“Oh, her. Well, this is Gizmo. She’s a follower of mine, and she’s a Gremlin… honestly, she’s really a nice girl.”

Dan wanted to roll his eyes, but didn’t want to annoy Annabelle.

“Yeah, she’s real nice. I mean, she broke in here and really did a number on me, and then attacked Bast… Also, okay, what the flying hell happened there when she got wet, and suddenly there was a second one and she smashed it with a damn hammer?”

Annabelle glared at Gizmo, who was in her arms and trying to nuzzle against the goddess’s bosom.

“Gizzy, is this true?” she asked. The gremlin looked away in shame and dropped out of Annabelle’s arms.

“Yes, but I was looking for you. You went missing, and I thought he kidnapped you. I wanted to save Goddess.” She looked toward the floor and shuffled her feet.

“Gizmo! That is horrible. Now, apologize to Dan. He is my husband now! You treat him with respect.” She wagged her finger, and Gizmo looked sad and quite upset. Tears appeared in her big black eyes. She shuffled over towards Dan.

Dan almost kicked her, but she suddenly gave him a hug. She sniffled as she laid her head against his stomach.

“I’m so sorry, Goddess’s Husband. Please forgive me. I didn’t mean to hurt you!” His stomach felt damp from tears, and then she started kissing his stomach over and over again.

“It’s okay, just— Don’t try and kill me again. Also, please don’t break my TV.”

Gizzy broke the hug, nodded, and said with a big smile,

“I can fix it!”

She suddenly began pulling tools out of nowhere as she ran toward the TV. Dan watched her, not sure what to say, as Annabelle walked over and wrapped her arms around him.

“Try not to be mad at her. She’s a nice creature. She’s just passionate about her goals. She can overdo things, though.” There was suddenly a crash, and Dan looked over to see his television lying on its back on the floor, the screen now spiderwebbed with cracks as Gizzy was hitting it with a hammer.

“Just to warn you, gremlins have a habit or messing with tech, but have trouble actually fixing things, so the TV might not be the same after this.”

“Great, just great.” Dan rubbed his head in pure annoyance.

Annabelle reached over and caressed his chest, while she nibbled his ear as then whispered,

“Gremlins are also amazing fucks. I should know- They might reproduce asexually, but they’re still anatomically correct in the ways you’re thinking.” She licked his neck as her hand snuck over to grope his cock. Dan couldn’t help but feel his cheeks turning crimson as Annabelle turned around, wiggling her ass as she headed back toward the bedroom.

Dan gulped and called out,

“Um, Gizzy… don’t set anything on fire. I’m heading to bed. Also, fix the door!” There was a loud grunt from the Gremlin, who was now doing something to the TV with a giant monkey wrench, a big grin on her face.

Dan sighed as he followed Annabelle off to bed. He needed a good night’s sleep. Annabelle was already back under the covers with her eyes closed, and he wondered, what do goddesses even dream about? He wondered if they even could dream. Every question he had seemed to raise at least two more as time went on. Hell, he hadn’t even believed in a god, but now he was married to a goddess, had another goddess that kept hanging around his apartment, and now had his life invaded by a gremlin, something he’d thought was a fictional creature an hour ago.

His life was truly strange. He got into bed and just stared at the sleeping Annabelle for a long time. Finally, he got under the covers and got comfortable. In some ways, he was feeling more at home.

An old song came to mind:

I’ve been searching for the daughter of the Devil himself. I’ve been searching for an angel in white. I’ve been waiting for a woman who’s a little of both.

In some ways, he thought, maybe he’d found that woman — that goddess, though he kept wondering about her. He questioned everything that he might have once believed in as his heart skipped a beat. Slowly he began falling asleep. For a second, he thought he felt a hand pressing against him.

Dan groaned as he woke up, the light from the window showing that it was early in the morning. When he tried getting up, he found he couldn’t.

“W—What?” he muttered as he lifted his head. The little gremlin was lying on top of him, faintly snoring in a surprisingly cute way, her jumpsuit off as she laid on her back naked, her hair a complete mess. She was atop the covers, so Dan could see her small breasts moving up and down as she inhaled and exhaled. He looked over and saw that Annabelle was still asleep, the covers kicked off her, one leg down off the bed, and one arm across his upper chest. She was snoring as well, a bit louder than Gizzy

Trying to extricate himself, Dan looked to his other side to see Bast curled up between his body and the edge of the bed, now in the form of a black cat. Her tail was whipping him in the side of the arm. At least she wasn’t snoring.

Dan muttered, “I admit I’ve always fantasized about having multiple women in bed with me… But this wasn’t what I was expecting it to be like.”

Eventually, Dan was able to pull himself out from under the pile. He got dressed and headed into the kitchen, seeing that the place was still a bit of a mess. At least the front door was back in place, so neighbors passing by wouldn’t be able to see in. He’d probably do some cleaning later. He put some bread in the toaster and some bacon in a pan, standing over the stove as it cooked.

“Hey, babe,” he suddenly heard Annabelle say. He turned his head to see her enter the kitchen. a small smile on her face, once again wearing the robe that was clinging onto her perfect figure. “What’s up?” she asked.

“Nothing much. Just making breakfast, that’s all.” He flipped the bacon over. The sweet sizzling sound was like music to his ears. The toast popped out of the toaster.

“Aww, you could’ve woken me up. I’m sure I could’ve cooked something very nice for us.” She wrapped an arm around him. Dan felt her firm breasts pressing against him. He shuddered, imagining what she might make, remembering what she had come up with in the past.

“It’s fine,” he assured her. “I enjoy cooking sometimes. Besides, you’ve cooked the last couple of meals. I wanna do something for you.” He smiled at her. Annabelle nodded as she pulled back.

“Okay, though I can’t wait to try what you made.” She smiled back and went to sit at the dining table.

Dan served the simple breakfast. Annabelle clearly enjoyed the food. She ate several extra pieces of bacon while Dan finished dressing and getting ready to head off to work.

He returned to the kitchen, and Annabelle said, “Have a good day, sweetie.” She stood up to give him a kiss on the cheek.

Dan nodded and said with a smile,

“Thanks, and please keep Gizzy from burning the apartment down…”

“Don’t worry, I will. Bast will keep an eye on her while I’m working.”

Dan nodded, though he wasn’t sure what might happen. He sighed as he left the apartment, noticing that the door wasn’t actually attached to its hinges. He made it to his car, and as he turned the ignition on, the radio began playing.

The full moon is calling, the fever is high, and the wicked wind whispers and moans, you got your demons and you got desires.

Dan couldn’t help but feel more similarities between his life and this song. Just one of those days, one of those nights. He felt himself getting lost in the song, spacing out as he drove. It seemed to last until he finally realized that he was in the parking lot at work.

He shook his head as he looked around and sighed as he got out of the car. As he headed off into the factory, the song was still stuck in his head, and he hummed to himself. I’ve been looking for the daughter of the devil himself, I’ve been looking for a woman in white.

Today there was a bit of a supply shortage, and he wasn’t working at his usual magnet station. Instead, he was working with die-cuts. He liked the feel of grabbing things, but at this station —thanks to one moron who decided to run his finger through the blade — he had to wear thick gloves, with the threat of being written up if he took them off. The song had finally exited his head, and now he was simply thinking about watching a ballgame tonight. The Cubs were going to be playing the Red Sox. He wished he could go to an actual game one of these days, but it was just one of those things.

He had just set one finished part aside when he heard someone say his name from behind him. He’d been too lost in thought, and so he practically jumped out of his skin as he turned around. It was Ash, and something seemed off — he was frowning, with no sign of his usual relaxed smile

“Something wrong?” Dan asked.

Ash shook his head and said,

“Everything’s fine as far as I know, but the big boss wants to see you.”

Dan couldn’t help but curse under his breath.

Mr. Smith was a pain in the ass, especially when he was in a mood. Dan remembered the time a new guy complained about how long it was taking him to get off probation, and went straight to the vice president when his 90 days were up. Apparently Mr. Smith had intercepted him, grabbed his shoulders, and personally walked him to the door, telling him that he wouldn’t be hired. Dan shuddered wondering what the guy might want to talk to him about. Hell, Dan did everything he could to avoid even being near the guy. Thankfully he only seemed to show up in his department every once in a long while.

Ash continued, “No idea what it’s about. Just heard from HR. He wants to talk to you, and soon. Don’t worry, I’m sure it’s nothing.” Ash patted Dan’s back.

Dan took off his gloves and gave a slight thumbs-up. He removed his goggles and headed off to the other side of the building. His heart thumped as he prayed to God— Hell, he was praying to Annabelle that he wasn’t going to be fired. It took him a second to laugh as he realized he was praying to his own wife. Truly, his life was weird.

Dan headed up the stairs and found himself walking into the general manager’s office. He was instantly confused as he walked in. Mr. Smith was a large Black man who wore fine suits and a black tie. The man sitting behind the desk was thin and white, his hair slicked back, wearing a gray suit that had seen better days, drinking from a bottle of scotch. He was clean-shaven and slightly handsome.

“Um… Where’s Mr. Smith?” Dan asked, standing only halfway through the door. Something about the man was giving off real red flags. Warning lights seemed to be flashing in Dan’s brain.

“Oh, please come in. Don’t worry. Mr. Smith had to leave. Something came up, something about his daughter being in the hospital. Don’t worry about it. Take a seat.” He pointed toward the chair that was across the desk.

“Okay, so who are you?”

“Well, you can call me Mr. Liesmith. Take a seat. I want to talk with you.” Liesmith grabbed a stack of papers and he straightened them out, though his eyes seemed to remain on Dan. Dan shuddered and walked in. The door closed behind him with a faint click, but Dan didn’t notice as he sat down.

[misschf-aisa]

I’m trying to sleep and I’ll tell you the sleep is fighting me. Apparently I need to spill a little bit so my brain and heart can have space to sleep and refill. As before, I choose Tumblr because the post will disappear in the way it should but I still feel like someone somewhere maybe read it.

It’s a hospital thing. This hospital thing always begins with the cramped and crowded parking garage where the all too plentiful extended cab trucks stick out into what is supposed to be a two way street and pedestrians who are dazed by whatever trauma brought them to the hospital have a tendency to walk right in the middle of the lanes. I drive a Fiat, but sometimes in this garage even I have to reverse and cut the wheel sharply before my little car is safely between the lines of the parking space.

2023 I did this dozens of times. Countless times. Mom was in the hospital again, Dad wouldn’t leave her side. A few days, she got to go home, I took him to chemo, she still had the drainage tube connected to her colon but she was okay and he wasn’t losing his hair.

I finally get parked and walk into the elevator bank that’s just inside from the parking garage. It doesn’t matter what floor I’m parked on because there are only two floors that will get you to the patient rooms in the other tower. The 6th floor is also the floor all the babies are on. It’s the place I gave birth to my first child over 30 years ago. I prefer to go all the way down to the first floor and walk the long hallway past the information desk and gift shop and security to get to the elevators I need so I tan go up to the 9th floor where Dad is right now.

The hospital floors are terrazzo, which makes me think if one of my favorite house flipping shows that takes place in Florida. They’re always so excited to keep a good terrazzo floor.

There are 6 elevators, but it always takes forever for one to get to the first floor. Almost always I’m standing waiting with a bored hospital employee on their phone, or a nervous family trying to pretend they’re not nervous. Sometimes if it’s just two of us on the elevator they’ll tell me a story, like the woman who was so grateful she’d gotten her man here in time when she realized he was having a stroke. Everybody in the hospital elevators who isn’t an employee is super friendly. Most of the employees are too.

Someone invariably gets off in the 7th floor. That’s the ICU, of course. Last June I spent an entire week practically living on the 7th floor in a freezing room. I was in the padded bench so Dad could have the hospital recliner while Mom fought the confusion of having had a stroke when she woke up from surgery and she couldn’t talk or move her right side and there was a horrible tube in her nose that she used every ounce of cleverness and willpower to try to remove for the entire week Dad and I kept watch over her.

It was important for me to get there around noon because Dad’s chemo required that he eat well. I don’t know what he did in the hours when I went home at night, but I know he ate lunch and dinner. And chemo was going well.

When I get off of the elevator on the 9th floor - Dad’s in room 946 - I lose almost a full year. I’ve been up there twice now and both times it’s the same. The 9th floor is where they treat patients with strokes. Dad didn’t have a stroke, they don’t think, but they worry there’s something weird in his brain so the stroke floor is a good place for that. Mom had a stroke, though.

Dad and I carried the bags that had accumulated while he basically lived in her ICU room. She was transferred up to the 9th floor. We were talking about rehab and next steps and then I hugged my dad, told my mom good night, and went home happy and hopeful for the first time in over a week. It would be tough, she was still unable to talk or move her right side, but we’re pretty tough too so we’d get this handled. She wasn’t in the ICU anymore, and they’d bring hospital food to my dad now that he was staying with her on a real floor. I planned to stay home the next day and let my son sit with my dad.

Of course, the next day she died from complications from the surgery she’d been there for in the first place.

So now Dad is the one in the bed. His problems are super different, they’re certainly not as acute. But I walk those halls surrounded by ghosts from a year ago. The beeps and chatter from the nurse’s station, the way the hallways smell, the sounds of random television shows as you walk past room after room. The view of Swan Lake and downtown from the window in Dad’s room. It’s different, but it’s the same.

Thanks for letting me vent, I think I might just be able to fall asleep now that I’ve given it to you, whoever you are.

[alreadyjackbestfriend]

can you write something about the reader and jack getting into a super bad argument about fame getting to his head? let’s say he’s treating the reader differently, not prioritizing his family, etc. (not that he’d ever do that ofc 🥰😂)

just another celebrity

GENRE: angst

i think i didn't really like how this turned out, but i really hope you do😭

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“I’m so sorry Maggie” you told your mother in law after you finished your second glass of wine.

she sighed, "it's not your fault, dear"

“I still feel guilty, it was my idea”

“this is only jack's responsibility" she reaffirmed, putting her hand on top of yours on the table, giving you a warm, but sad smile.

A few days ago it had been Jack's birthday, and you thought that the best thing was that he celebrate that day with his friends, and that on the weekend, he could have a quiet dinner with the two most important women in his life: his mom and you.

Thing is, Jack hadn't shown up.

“should we order?” Maggie said, taking you by surprise. You had thought that after her son stood her up, she would just want to go home.

“oh, I thought you wanted to go home" you confessed.

“we are already here, y/n, in nice dresses, in a nice restaurant, let's not waste the opportunity”

You smiled sadly at her, “okay” you nodded.

after having dinner with jack's mom, and doing your best to keep it from being a sad evening, you came home exhausted and upset. This wasn't the first time Jack had failed you in this way, and you were starting to get frustrated. Also, you never imagined that he could also fail his own mother.

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You were already sleeping when you felt Jack's body fall onto the bed with a thud, not caring if he woke you up or not. You didn't turn around anyway, and when you felt him kiss your hair and wrap an arm around your waist, you could only clench your jaw and force yourself back to sleep.

The next morning, Jack was still in the same position, and you removed his arm from your waist without any delicacy, however, Jack continued to sleep as if nothing had happened.

you showered, put clothes on and went down to the kitchen to make yourself breakfast. when you sat at the kitchen table and started looking at your phone while you ate, you came across some photos that made you abruptly drop your spoon.

Last night you had felt anger, but now you could feel the sadness closing your throat. As you watched Jack surrounded by celebrities at what appeared to be a second birthday party, you wondered if that man smiling in the photos was the same man you fell in love with.

You began to remember the last few months, all the times that he had been late, all the greeting kisses that he had returned without taking his eyes off his phone, all the nights that you had slept alone because he was at a party that he couldn't miss because there would be that celebrity and that celebrity.

all those times it hurt, but never like this. You know it was DRAKE, you know it was DOJA CAT, and a bunch of other celebrities, but were they more important than his mom?

you kept looking at the photos in case you found Urban in any of them, or if he had taken some, or maybe some members of PG, but nobody was, so... his best friends weren't invited either?

“morning baby” Jack's voice made you jump, and he kissed your hair without even realizing it, quickly turning to the fridge to get something to eat.

“where were you last night?” you replied, not bothering to greet him. You could see his brow furrowed as he looked back at you.

“in a party?”

“And, by any chance, did you have your phone with you?”

“where are you going with this?" he asked, as if he was already bored with the conversation.

“we had agreed to have dinner with your mom last night, jack. we waited for you for almost three hours”

“I don't remember when we agreed on that, y/n, but I'm sure mom will understand, I'll call her in a bit”

“yes, she will understand, but not me”

“please, y/n, let's not make this bigger than it is” he replied, rolling his eyes.

you opened your eyes wide, not believing what he was telling you. "You really don't care about standing us up for hours? Don't you feel even… a little bit of guilt?" you said, gesturing with your hands.

"I'm sorry, babe" he said, but anyone could tell that he was just saying it out of commitment, you didn't see a bit of regret in his eyes, he wasn't even trying to sound believable.

"I... I don't think I recognize you anymore, jack" you said almost in a whisper, and you saw how he snorted.

"you're really making a drama, y/n"

"I don’t think so. The Jack that I knew had his mother as his number one priority, he had his usual circle of friends that he took everywhere with him, if he had commitments with the people he loved, he would arrive on time. The Jack that I met at least took his eyes off his cell phone when he greeted me"

"I'm still like that, y/n, I can't believe you're doing this scene for one mistake!"

"one mistake? one mistake?” you said, beginning to breathe heavily, as you stood up from your chair “and what about everything else I just mentioned? what about dinner with my parents a month ago when you were an hour late, or when I broke my foot three months ago, but you found out the next day because you didn’t answer the damn phone?!" you said, touching his chest with your index finger with each word, in an accusing way. After months, your frustration causing you to vomit words without being able to stop, “oh! and how to forget when you arrived drunk at your brother's birthday and fell asleep on the couch because you had been celebrating I don't know what with fucking Adam Levine! can't stand that guy, by the way” the last part almost made jack laugh, you were so angry that you didn't even care anymore if you mentioned things that had nothing to do with the matter, "oh, are you amused? So you still don't understand everything I just told you?"

Jack had never seen you like this, and with your last sentence he began to realize the seriousness of the situation, but not completely. he tried to hug you and tell you he was sorry a thousand times, but you didn't let him.

“This is not going to be fixed with a couple of kisses and a gift, Jack... I think I've put up with too much… you are not the person that I fell in love with, the kind, the humble and nice man that I fell in love with. Now you're... now you're just another celebrity” you said, before walking out of the house, leaving Jack confused and heartbroken on the kitchen floor.

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i think i found out yesterday about adam levine's infidelity… i live in a country that hates him so, DID WE LIE? 💀

[lokis-army-77]

What Would I do Without You?

Eli Sunday x female reader

Word Count: 2907

Eli comes back from asking Daniel Plainview for money and Reader cleans him up after an eventful dinner

Warning: Angst, Smut, fluff

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It was a quiet Monday afternoon on the Sunday ranch, not much was going on except for the oil being sucked up from the earth about a mile or two from the main farm. Eli, my husband, had gone out earlier to talk with Mr. Plainview about the money he owed to him and the Church. That had been a few hours ago and the sun was getting lower and lower in the sky.

Everyone else was there, Eli’s two younger sisters, Mary and Rose, and his Ma and Pa. Dinner was on the verge of being ready when I heard the familiar footsteps of Eli walking along the dirt path to the house. Quickly I took my apron off and tossed it onto the counter.

“Rose, dear, can you serve the food while I go check on Eli?” I asked the oldest sister, not waiting for a response before I rushed out of the small kitchen.

I threw open the door that led into the main living area of the house and there in the darkness stood a tall figure. Quickly I took the lamp that was hanging from the side of the porch and went out to meet the figure on the path. When he came into the light, a gasp of horror left my lips.

“Eli? What in the world happened? Why are you covered in mud?” I hastened my steps to him and sat the lamp down on the ground. Rising back up, I lifted my hands to his dirty face, not caring if my dress or hands became as soiled as he was. The only part of him I could see clearly was his piercing green eyes, which were full of cool burning rage. He never answered me, but the soft yet firm squeeze his hand gave my hips was as much of an answer as any.

He was pissed and not even I could calm him down right now. So, I released him and wiped my hands together to try and dust off the grime before picking the lantern back up and leading Eli back into the house.

The chatter of the family suddenly stopped when everyone’s eyes fell on Eli, who strode in with his shoulders back, posture rigid, and sat down silently at the head of the table, across from his father. I took the seat adjacent to Eli, beside his mother and in front of Rose, Mary sat diagonal to me.

The only sound that was made was when I tried to end the silence by saying grace, but after the prayer was over, still no one talked. Everyone started to eat, all except Eli, who stared down at his father. Knowing what mood he was in, I didn’t try to make him.

Minutes passed and Eli was the first one to break the uncomfortable silence.

“You are a stupid man Able.” His voice was soft as he addressed his father. One by one we all stopped eating and looked between the two men. They were both hard-headed so there was no telling what kind of outcome this would bring, especially with Eli as angry as he was.

“You’ve let someone come in here and walk all over us.” Eli kept going, his voice scratching towards the end of his sentence. I watched him in concern. He was struggling to keep calm, the tears pooling in the corners of his eyes were testament to that.

“You let him in and do his work here and you are a stupid man for what we could have had.” Still, Eli kept calm, not once blinking as he stared his father down.

“I followed his word, Eli. I tried.” Able replied, looking more bored with his son than anything.

“You didn’t do anything but sit down. You’re lazy and you’re stupid.” Eli stated matter of factly.

A sinking feeling started to bubble up in my stomach as I watched the two nervously. Sure they had fights but never were they as calm as this one. Something was about to blow and I was sure it would be my husband but all I could do was sit and watch this unfold.

Eli paused for a second before speaking up once again. “Do you think God is going to save you for being stupid?” The question went unanswered. “He doesn't save stupid people,” the word ‘stupid’ was practically spat out of Eli’s mouth.

My stomach clenched as Eli stood abruptly from his seat. The wooden chair scraped along the floor making a horrific sound in the quiet house. All I could think was ‘Here it comes, he’s snapped.’

Then all of a sudden, Eli was on top of the dining room table, crawling across it on hands and knees, reaching for his father, who in his surprise, didn’t move until it was too late. I and the other women hurriedly stood from our own seats and gathered in the corner together, watching in shock as Eli took his father to the floor.

None of us said a word as Eli yelled at his father for being a ‘stupid man’. Able did nothing to throw his son off, only tried to beg him to stop but Eli would not listen. He only covered his father's mouth with muddy hands and continued reprimanding his father.

“It was your stupid son. It was Paul who told him to come here, I know it.” His voice became a whisper for a few moments, I could no longer hear what he was saying to his father, but I knew it was more about him being a stupid man.

Then, as if nothing happened, Eli stood up and paced his way over to where I was standing with his sisters and mother and took my hand, pulling me from our huddle and out the door to our own small, room, house just over the hill.

I said nothing as we made our way to the tiny cabin, letting Eli have the walk home as a time to hopefully cool off.

When we finally stepped foot into our home, Eli let out a strangled breath. He closed the door behind him and because it was dark, I couldn’t see him slide down to the floor, but I could hear him and the chunks of dried mud that followed.

Hastily, I found a pack of matches and lit the gas lamp on the table beside the door. I bent down to my knees and reached for Eli's hands, which were covering his face.

“Eli, sweetheart, we need to get you washed up. You’ll feel much better if you do.” I tried to coax him up to his feet but he would not budge. He only sat and shook his head sighing.

“Why?” he asked after a moment. “Why is it always me cleaning up his damn mess?” He moved his hands to where he was holding mine instead of the other way around. “Paul finds a way to mess everything up, even when he isn’t here.”

I scooted in closer to him on my knees, taking my hands and wrapping them around him, nestling him into me. “It’s okay Eli, you are doing your best with what your brother has done.” I tried to comfort him.

We stayed like that for a while, I rested on my knees and Eli cradled into my chest. I rocked us back and forth trying to find a way to soothe Eli’s nerves.

“He slapped me.” He stated, anger entering his strained voice. “He slapped me over and over and over again. He humiliated me.” His jaw clenched and held a fierce grip on the skirt of my dress.

“Who?” I asked calmly, “Mr. Plainview?”

“I just want the money he owes the church, owes us. That’s all I wanted, but he hit me.”

“Shhh, it’s okay.” I caressed his matted hair.

“I-I-I told him to let me bless the well. None of this would have happened if he would have let me bless the god damned well.” He pulled away from my grasp. “Daniel Plainview is nothing but a heretic, a vile, evil man, and I will see to it that God enacts his revenge.” Eli’s words were full of venom as he stood to his feet. But, when he turned to me, reaching out his hand to help me up, his face showed no such expression. Like he had reset his emotions and was now the warm loving husband he had always been.

“I’m ready now,” was all he said as he started walking to the back porch, where the wooden bathing tub was.

He silently took his ruined clothes off as I filled the tub with well water, bucket by bucket. When the water level was just under a third of the way up, Eli climbed in and started to cup water into his hands and scrub the dried mud from his body.

I poured another bucket of water onto his head and watched as dirt-filled water wash down the only clean parts of his skin, which were once covered by clothes. We both worked in silent unison to get him clean, I with the soap and his hair and he with a cloth and his body. In no time, he was clean and standing, shivering on the porch as I rinced the dirty water from him with more buckets of well water.

As he dried himself off with a towel, I made my way inside to light the fireplace. Eli followed soon after, bundled in the towel, and sat in my rocking chair directly in front of the fire. Passing by him, going towards our bed in the corner of the room, I gave him a long kiss on the lips before going to dig out a clean nightshirt for him.

“What would I do without you here to take care of me?” He asked sincerely, looking into the flames.

“I wouldn't like to think of all the trouble you would be in, you get into enough as it is,” I say, handing him the linen nightshirt.

He stands, letting the towel fall to the floor, and slips the long shirt on before slowly striding toward me. He cradles my head between his two slender hands and brings himself down to kiss me tenderly. Pulling away, he rests our foreheads together and I bring my hands up to hold onto his wrists.

“Lord knows, I’d probably be somewhere in hell if it weren't for you.” He smiled down at me.

I shook my head. “Don’t say that Eli. I don’t want to think of you dead or in hell.” I pulled him into another kiss. “Why don’t you help me out of my dress?” I let go of him and turned around, feeling his hands wisp themselves away from my face, hover just slightly over my body, and then land on my shoulders once I had completely turned around.

He moved my loose hair from my back to lay over my shoulder before gingerly unbuttoning the three buttons at the neck of my dress. His hands then trailed down my body to the strip of matching fabric that acted as a belt. He untied it and threw it over the back of the rocking chair.

“Raise your arms.” He told me and I did. He pulled the dress over my head and left me in just my light cotton shift. Gently, he grabbed my waist and turned me around. “I love you so much.” I had no time to answer him before he was kissing me with a fever I had never known.

He pressed us together hard enough to where I thought we would merge into one. I stumbled backward as he pushed forward into me. Eli only let go of me when the backs of my knees made contact with the bed, I fell onto the soft mattress and eyed him as he towered over me.

“Eli, please,” I said breathlessly, reaching out for him. Standing above me he took his nightshirt off, he looked so handsome in the half-light of the room. Finally, he crawled onto the bed and up my body, bringing the fabric with my shift with him, lovingly pulling it over my head and tossing it god knows where.

He sat back on his knees and just watched me for a moment. My skin prickled with goosebumps, the air was cool, even with the fireplace only a few feet away.

“You’re so beautiful.” He fawned, running his hands up my stomach, eventually moving them to gently hold my breasts. His head came down to place kisses along my stomach as well, causing me to writhe beneath him.

“Eli,” I huffed out. “I need you.” My voice was barely a whine.

He said nothing as he kept massaging my breasts and kissing up the trunk of my body. My breaths deepened as his mouth came closer and closer to where his hands rested. Not knowing what to do I placed my own hands in Eli’s damp hair, trying to pull him up to my mouth.

An almost pained gasp left his lips and his hands suddenly snatched my wrists, pulling them away from him.

“Don’t, not right now.” He shook his head. Although I was confused I listened. He went back to kissing and sucking my skin.

Finally, he made it to my breasts and as he lifted his right hand from my left breast, I pushed myself out for him, waiting for his mouth to encompass the most tender part of my chest. When he did, a lust-filled moan crawled its way out of my throat.

“Eli, I need you in me, please,” I whined out again, more desperate this time. A dull ache was thudding between my legs and in my abdomen. An ache only Eli could cure.

“Patience is a virtue, my dear. Wait and I will give you what you want.” He promised as he switched to my right breast.

I couldn’t wait though, the ache was beginning to be too much. So much so that my hips started to involuntarily buck up into Eli’s. I felt how hard he was, how the heat radiated from his most vulnerable part and caused another loud moan to escape me.

“Okay, okay.” Eli sighed, letting go of my breast with a dull popping sound. He shifted up more and looked down between our bodies. I placed my hands on his shoulders and waited for him to line up with my entrance.

A deep guttural moan came flowing through Eli as he pushed his way inside me. The initial stretch of him was enough to make me yell out in pleasure.

“Eli!”

“I know. I’m almost there.”

He pushed in some more and bottomed out against me, his hips now resting against the flesh of my thighs. He rested there for a moment, allowing me to become used to his intrusion.

“Go. Go now.” I pleaded to him, resting my head on his shoulder. He pulled his hips away from mine and pushed back in, slowly at first but then his rhythm became faster.

We were a two-person choir of gasps, moans, and yelps. My noises of ecstasy perfectly harmonize with his grunts of lust.

I flung my head back into the mattress when he hit a place deep inside of me, making my body spasm. His lips found my neck, sucking and kissing as he moved within me.

I was close to coming undone and I could tell he was as well, with the way his hips would drag every other thrust.

“Keep going, I’m about to cum. Eli, please don’t stop.” I practically cried out, arms reaching down the expanse of his back, nails digging into the smooth skin.

“I know, I am too.” He groaned into my neck.

I tried to hold on, I really did, but when a particularly hard thrust hit the deepest part of me, I came apart with a scream of Eli’s name. My legs wrapped around him, keeping him from moving too much as my body convulsed under him. I was so caught up in my own pleasure that I didn’t even notice he had also come to his end.

His hands caressed my legs, unwrapping them from his waist, and slowly pulled out of me. I whined at the feeling of being sensitive but also for the loss of the feeling of being so full of him. My eyes were closed, but I could hear him moving about the room as I lay in our bed.

Jumping a little, I tried to move away as the feeling of a cool wet rag wiped over my thighs and the area between them, but Eli held me down, cleaning up the mess we had made.

“Eli?” I reached a hand out for him.

“Hum?”

“I love you.”

“I love you too.” His hand came up and brushed over the side of my face, moving the stray strands of hair. I felt his lips press against my temple. “Go to sleep, I’ll talk to you in the morning.”

I only nodded my head, too exhausted to talk or open my eyes. The last thing I remember before falling into a deep sleep was Eli’s hands pulling the covers over my body and him climbing into bed behind me.

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[highdramas]

the world’s a little blurry | b.b.

pairing: bucky barnes x reader

warnings: none

word count: 2107

summary: bucky is home, and he is yours

note: this is a one shot for now, but i definitely have more ideas for these two <3 this’ll be heavily inspired by tfatws so this is a spoiler warning for anything mentioned! also this is my first time writing bucky so pleaseeeeee give me some mercy lol

enjoy! <3

it’s nearly three in the morning, and you’re lucky if you stay up past midnight, so bucky makes a point to be quiet as he tiptoes into the apartment. after a mission gone awry in the apartment building where you had been neighbors, you’ve been staying with the superhero. something about not losing you and you’re safest here. bucky’s not stupid— caring about someone is a gamble, and it had become clear to his enemies who exactly it was that he cared about.

living with you came lots of things that bucky was not expecting. first off, you’re very cluttered. you call it controlled chaos, he calls it a mess. he’s fascinated by the state of your night stand, mostly. a dying plant and one loose airpod, two half empty water bottles, an empty starbucks cup.

second off, you have a cat. her name is katherine, but you call her kitty, occasionally kiki. and while bucky had been determined not to get attached, after awhile, it was difficult not to. she rubbed up on his legs, cuddled in his lap on the couch, slept on his chest in the middle of the night. she’s fucking adorable, and not even the winter soldier can deny that.

third off… you. you as a whole. he’s sure that it would’ve been a shock living with anyone, but the care that you give him… he’s not used to having someone making sure he’s eating. he’s not used to someone checking up on him throughout the day. he’s not used to having someone to come home to.

it’s nice.

it feels safe.

and he’ll kill anyone who tries to take this peace away from him.

bucky groans as he shucks his jacket off, feeling exactly where his muscles ache. he tries to keep his volume minimal. finally, he opens the door to the bedroom. the bedroom that you share.

this was the biggest adjustment of all.

he’d barely slept in a bed at all before you came along. too soft, too comfortable. he told you as much that first night, and what you had said shocked him.

“well, i’ll just sleep on the floor with you.”

no, oh, just get in bed. no, c’mon, it’s nice. none of those things. just understanding.

but it was more than understanding. it was meeting him exactly where he was.

that was three months ago, and you had kept your word. if you weren’t sleeping on the floor with him, you were on the couch with your hand tangling down, brushing along his hair, his shoulder. every time he felt you bucky swore that he could cry.

it was two months ago that he suggested you both sleep in the bed. and while it wasn’t every night, and some nights he padded out to the living room with a blanket and pillow… it was progress.

and he would wake up to find that you had joined him on the floor.

the nightmares weren’t gone. he’s not sure if they ever would be. but they were growing few and farer between, and the ones he did have were growing more manageable.

things were getting better.

of course, they were not perfect. and he knew that you didn’t expect them to be. he has therapy once a week, sometimes twice during the particularly hard weeks. he’s grown close with sam and his family. and… you.

his girl.

as the door creaks open, he almost chuckles at the sight of you. you’re laying horizontally across the bed, taking up both your side and bucky’s. katherine is curled in at your chest, her nose nearly touching yours. your mouth is open and he can see that there’s a bit of drool in the corner of your mouth, and that does make him laugh. it stirs you and he freezes.

bucky watches as you slowly wake, rubbing the sleep from your eyes, and then rubbing the drool from your mouth. “ew,” you mumble, still half asleep, and bucky leans in the doorway wearing a smirk.

“go back to sleep, doll.”

you hum and stretch, and so does katherine, giving a wide yawn. “you’re home.”

home.

had he ever had a home before? 

he did once, as a child. a time that feels so distant, so separate from the life that he leads now. sometimes, it’s hard to even picture the faces of his family members.

he had this apartment, but it never felt like home. not until you waltzed into it with your clutter and your laughter and your vibrancy. not until you cooked dinner hip to hip, not until you listened to music that he had never heard of, not until you watched some movie that was your favorite.

you’re home.

bucky smiles and he nods, sitting on the edge of the bed, pushing your hair back. “i’m home,” he says quietly. “i’m sorry i’m so late.”

you shake your head, your hand taking his. he still wears the gloves. you raise your eyebrows at him. “can i?”

he nods. you make quick work of removing each of his gloves, tossing them across the room, which makes bucky smile. he knows he’ll be picking those up in the morning. you press a kiss to his palm, the one that is flesh and bone. and then you take the other and do the same. “missed you, buck.”

something in his heart constricts as he watches you-- washed in moonlight that comes in through the window, sleepy smile on your face, eyes fixed on him. he knows that look, and he knows what it means. he doesn’t know if he deserves it, but he tries. he’ll always try for you.

“i wasn’t even gone twenty four hours,” the smirk is evident in his tone even if you can’t see it, but you scoff and roll your eyes. “i think you’re needy.”

“needy!” you repeat and laugh, falling back onto the pillow. kitty stirs and looks up at bucky, letting out a loud meow. “she’s the needy one. look at her.”

“both of you.” he scratches kitty’s head and then kisses the top of yours before he stands again. “i’m gonna shower.”

sleep is escaping you and you push yourself up onto your palms. “can i join you?”

he chews on the inside of his cheek and shrugs his shoulders innocently. “better pick up the pace then, soldier.”

with a laugh, you kick the sheets off of you. “yes sir.”

he rolls his eyes and you both shuffle into the bathroom. now, in the light, you’re able to get a good look at him. and your jaw drops slightly at what you see. “bucky,” you say and he already knows what’s coming. you touch the side of his face where a bruise is blossoming. “how the hell does this even happen?”

“part of the gig.”

you groan and he smiles and he does so because he loves you. he loves your mess and he loves your doting, he loves your cat and he loves coming home to see that you’ve taken up the entire bed. “you’re an old man. one of these days you’re gonna have to retire.”

“got unfinished business first.”

you know of his past. of course you do. although, you’re a firm believer that it’s not his past, rather than a past that was decided for him against his will. you’ve made a point of making your stance in that clear. you have heard stories of what bucky has done, but you have tutted and shaken your head. “what hydra did.”

these are the things that bucky tells himself, but it is different to hear it from someone else. someone who is not steve, or sam, or another avenger who has also committed morally grey acts. because, yes, they are all good and trustworthy and worth listening to-- but you. you are his girl. you are his girl who laughs at his jokes and teases him and never once babies him for what happened to him, but you’re also the girl who has woken him from nightmares, who has tended to his wounds, who has been held back from a fight just to defend his honor. you have seen him in his entirety, and you have never balked.

“alright, well--” it’s not lost on you how his eyes trail down your body as you undress, turning on the water and checking the temperature. “as soon of this business of yours is finished…”

“i know.”

the two of you share a look and he gives a crooked grin. “you look nice.”

“there’s dried drool on my face.”

“yeah, i know.”

it’s been nearly a year since you met james buchanan barnes and yet he still gets you to blush. he practically lights up at the sight of the color on your cheeks. “are you--”

“shut up and get in the shower,” you retort, pulling back the curtain and stepping into the steaming water.

“yes, ma’am.” you hear the shuffling of his clothes falling to the floor and then he is behind you, hands going up and down your arms. you let out a sigh and tilt your head back, peering up at him. water trails down his nose, dripping off and onto your forehead.

you don’t tell bucky, but you do worry. you worry every second that he’s gone on a mission. you know that you don’t have to say it, that he knows. and you trust that he will come home to you. bucky turns you and he holds your face in his hands and he presses his lips to yours and you know that he feels the same way.

i’ll always come back is spelled out in the way that he kissed you, the way that he holds the back of your head. we have forever is heaved from your lungs as he sucks the air from you.

when you part, you smile at his lips-- slightly swollen, pinker than normal. you rub your thumb along the bottom one and he catches your hand. he presses it on his chest, right where his heart hides beneath skin and bone. “you don’t have to do all of this to make up for what they did to you,” you say over the sound of water. “you’re allowed to have a normal life, if you want it.”

“i know.” he pushes a piece of wet hair from your face. “i just don’t--” he shakes his head and you know this all too well-- he doesn’t quite know what to say, he starts closing up and off and away, the high walls that guard his heart and mind beginning to take shape. “i feel like if i don’t… what was it all for?”

delicate hands move across his torso. you lather up a loofah and begin washing away blood and grime. “bucky,” you say and he looks at you, steely blue eyes staring right into yours. “you make people happy. you have people who love you, who care for you. you don’t owe the world reparations.”

he winces as you go over a particular bruise and you slow your movements, make them featherlight. “all i know is,” you begin. “whatever it is you want, whatever it is that fulfills your life… make sure it’s for you.”

a smile curls on his face and he stills your hands. “thank you.” he takes the loofah from you. “let me get you.”

“but i’m not done--”

“please. let me.”

you surrender and he begins to wash you, and your forehead falls to his shoulder, calm washing over your body. you could’ve been standing there for minutes or hours, you’re unsure. he pushes your hair back and at some point you realize that he is washing your hair, and you press gently open mouthed kisses against his chest and you hear his breath catch and you fall in love with him all over again.

“let me get yours--” you mumble around a yawn and you watch as he smirks down at you. “really, let me.”

bucky shakes his head and he turns the water off. “tomorrow,” he says.

you towel off and when you clamber into bed, you feel the weight of him beside you, your cat nestled between the both of you. you feel him pull you into him, his breath against your neck and his lips against your pulse point, and your eyes flutter shut. before sleep captures you, you murmur, “i love you, james bucky barnes.”

the feeling of his smile against your skin is imprinted on your heart, and his words coax you into sleep-- “i love you too, doll.”

bucky barnes sleeps through the night and doesn’t wake once.

[scarlettriot]

Stood Up

You (Y/N) get stood up from a date and Kaminari decides to do something about it.

Pairing: Kaminari/F!Reader

Contains: Fluff, Flirty Denki, Established BakuSquad Friendship

Warnings: 18+ Below the cut, Minors DNI! Swearing, Electro-Stim, Overstimulation, use of pet names (cuddle bug & cutie), oral (F receiving), consensual recording

A/N: Well, here we are with the third in my Stood Up series. There is also Bakugo & Kirishima if you're interested. This one took me way too long and it's also my first time writing Kaminari at length. I hope you all like it :)

Word Count Starting Below: 2,461

You slipped your foot into the silver heels you had picked out. Something a little fancier since this was a first date after all and you wanted to make a lasting impression. Not only that but this was your first first date in a while. Being a Pro Hero made life busy and dating difficult.

Practically the entire day leading up to this very moment revolved around you either getting ready or babbling with excitement to your closest friends.

An alert chimed on your phone with a text from your date, a smile sliding onto your face expecting to read some message about how they were on their way and that they'd see you soon, but that wasn't what you were met with.

Instead, it was a screenshot of your Instagram page, multiple of them actually, all of you and the ridiculous photos you took with your friends but mostly with one Denki Kaminari. The most recent of which was from a tea shop he met you at just earlier that day so you could show him the shoes for your date.

The message below was simple and more than enough to leave a sour taste in your mouth, this isn't what I want to see when I'm supposed to be taking you out tonight. What, one date a day isn't enough? Why are you even dating? Does your blonde boyfriend know?

You giggled at what they were implying, quick to explain how these were all your friends, they had been since high school! They are people you spent what little free time you had with. Especially Denki, your best friend since you were 15!

That joy you felt started dissipating within the next few messages. You hadn't even had a first date and they were already jealous, and that was something you didn't have room for in your life. So, you slipped the heels off your feet and put them directly back in the box to return when you had the time. Tight black jeans and fitted top were exchanged with a hoodie and sweats although your makeup and hair stayed done, you didn't have the energy to undo your hard work.

Instead, you slid back into your computer chair, your headset snuggly back on your ears and before you notified everyone you were back online, you took a moment listening to the chatter of your friends.

"Shitty Hair! Fuckin' pay attention!"

"Yeah, man! We're getting slaughtered over here!"

"Less yelling at Kiri! More shooty shooty!"

"All of you are hopeless..."

Eijiro chuckled out an apology that was accompanied by a lighter giggle also coming from his mic. "Think this is gonna be my last round for a bit, guys."

"You're so fuckin' whipped." Bakugo scoffed, before screaming profanities.

"Is it whipped if I'm the one who's wanting to get her into bed though?"

You clicked your mic back on then. "Hey, remember last week when Kats forgot his push to talk so we all heard him getting head and we party whipped because someone couldn't focus?"

"You better shut the hell up right fucking now!"

Everyone else roared with laughter. "Yeah! At least I have the decency to mute myself!"

"Hey, wait a sec, why are you online, Y/N!" Denki noted, "You should have already left!"

You screenshot your messages to the group chat because it was far easier than just explaining the ordeal.

"Cute shoes." Eijiro and Kyoka commented at the same time.

There was a lull as their game ended and the messages were read.

"Ya don't need 'em if they're gonna have their head so far up their ass like this."

"I agree." Hanta chimed in. "They're not worth your time."

"Still, sorry they turned out to be a shit." You could hear the frown on Kyoka's face, "I know how excited you were."

"Right, you doin' okay, Y/N? I can stick around and we can all shoot some things!"

"Thanks, Kiri but I'll be just fine! Go spend time with your girl!"

One by one, everyone signed off. You pulled up Spotify and Stardew Valley, something of a comfort for you to get lost in for the rest of the night.

Less than an hour later, you noticed your phone lighting up with your best friend's familiar smiling face. "What's up, Denki?"

"Open your door! I have my hands full and don't wanna put everything down to get my key!"

You sprang from your desk and rushed to your door. Sure enough, on the other side was Denki with bags in both hands and his phone tucked between his ear and shoulder. You grabbed it and a bag before he had a chance to drop anything like the klutz he was. "What's with all this?"

"I feel bad."

"Why? You didn't stand me up?"

He fiddled with the edge of a paper bag. "Yeah, but, we both read those messages and no one said anything but they didn't just call our group out, they called us out.

"Denks, it doesn't matter to me-"

"But, it does to me! You were so excited about this and I got in the way, unknowingly but, still! So, I gotta make it up to you now!"

He pulled out take-out boxes from your favorite restaurant. Two bottles of your favorite wine. Your top three favorite movies and video games, and a board game you both had been meaning to try. "I mean, if they think I'm your boyfriend I kinda gotta live up to the hype, right?"

You really wanted to insist that none of this was necessary. That just because some person that neither of you really knew that well, assumed something about your relationship that didn't mean he had to blame himself for it.

But, you had to admit, this was really sweet. It shouldn't have come as a surprise to you that he knew everything you liked but it was nice. Instead of sitting across from a stranger, making awkward small talk, and trying to learn about one another, you were barefoot in your kitchen, laughing with your best friend while he plated dinner and you poured the wine.

Formalities were out the window. Both you and Denki were eating dinner in your living room, laughing and drinking just as you'd done a million times before. You snapped a photo of the delicious food on paper plates, toasting good times with your cheap wine, ready to post them to your Instagram.

"Gonna make them more jealous..."

"I think they made it pretty clear they don't want to see me so why should I care?"

He shrugged. "I just thought they might, you know, come to their senses that they obviously lost."

"I don't really care either way." You wandered back into your kitchen, putting away the leftovers, "They can forget I exist or they can stalk my page like a creep. If someones' gonna try and tell me I can't be friends with my friends or just not listen to me, then I don't want them in my life. No matter how good-looking they are."

Denki watched you from the sofa, a bit of a lopsided grin on his face that had butterflies taking flight in your stomach. "What?" Laughing to hide the bit of a crush you always had on the man. It was unavoidable you told yourself. His personality was infectious and had 15 year old you head over heels.

He pushed back bright blonde hair back off his forehead and just shook his head. "Nothin'. Uh, what's next? Video game, board game, or movie?"

You peaked on the counter at the options. "Well, we probably should have checked this but the board game needs at least four people to play... guess we'll have to save that for our next game night. Is a movie okay?"

Of course, it was.

You brought over the DVD with a refill of wine and he pulled a blanket down off the back of your sofa.

It really didn't take long, just fifteen minutes or so, and you were curled up into Denki's side. You'd make grabby hands for your wine glass and he'd pass it over with that damn grin again.

And not long after that, he'd pulled out his phone, angling it to take a picture of the two of you. "What are you doing?" You could see him on his own Instagram, tagging you, with the caption, Check out my cute cuddle bug.

"I thought you didn't want to make them more jealous."

"I decided I don't care either. You're mine tonight, their loss. And since you're mine tonight, I get bragging rights." He snapped another quick picture of you rolling your eyes at him, and then he kept snapping them.

"Denki! Why!"

"Because you're cute, cuddle bug! I like having all the pictures of you that I can!"

Even as you tackled him back down on the sofa, pinning him below you, he still managed a photo. "Bet if I post this one, they'll really get the wrong idea."

You could have moved. You were the one on top of him and you had his arms above his head. You had the power here and yet you just lingered above him.

"Y/N? Not that I'm one to complain about having a beautiful person such as yourself pinning me down, like, it's kinda hot, but..." Looking down into half-lidded golden eyes, you wondered why you had to become best friends with such a damn flirt! "Are you gonna take advantage of this situation we're in or are we just gonna keep dancing around this for another decade or so?"

You couldn't have heard him right? No... no this was your brain playing tricks on you because he certainly hadn't had that much wine tonight. You sat upright on his lap. "Another decade then, Y/N?"

"You- ha- you should stop that, Denki."

He leaned up, moving his arms around you, "Gimme a good reason to and I will."

You didn't have one. And not just because you've been in love with him for ten years but also because he was your best friend. The only reason to not go through with it was the possibility of losing your friendship if something bad were to happen but, you really didn't think anything would.

Denki might have been a serial flirt but he was surprisingly loyal in all the relationships he'd been in, not that there had been all that many serious ones.

"I'm not hearing anything." He teased, his face getting closer to yours. You could count each and every one of the faint freckles that littered the balls of his cheeks and the bridge of his nose. "But, I promise, if you tell me no, I'll stop, won't push this any further."

This whole thing seemed like a frickin' whirlwind, happening faster than your brain could really process the situation but you didn't want it to stop either. You wanted to take it further, didn't want to say no.

Which was why you coiled your arms around his neck and kissed him deeply. There was that small little buzz of electricity that tickled your lips when he'd kiss your nose or cheeks that was now playing on his lips, on his tongue when you welcomed him in.

He leaned back again, pulling you with him until you were both a pile of needy hands and breathy pleas. Everywhere his hands roamed you felt that faint trail of shock against your skin, making the little hairs on your body stand on end.

Clothes were shed, tossed haphazardly around your living room, both of you pausing to laugh when Denki managed to land your hoodie over a lamp. His attention was drawn back to you quickly though, still perched on top of him but now he had your chest on full display since you'd forgone a bra when your date canceled.

Electrifying tongue twirled around your nipples, sensitive normally, now it felt like you knew what it was like when he fried his damn brain. He was eager, relentless even, pulling and sucking, another hand giving your other breast a similar treatment. He had you so focused that you let out a broken moan when slender fingers found their way into your panties.

"Fuckin' hell, Denki."

The bastard winked up at you, nipple still between his lips and before you could retort, he sent another small jolt through you.

You were blatantly grinding down on his hand, reaching behind you, you found him completely solid, barely being contained in the tight black boxers he wore. You had enough sense to tug them down and wrap your hand around him making his teeth sink into your soft flesh, whining when you stroked him.

"Y/N..." He whimpered, his hand momentarily distracted from his ministrations gave you enough time to shift in his lap to scoot forward putting his cock in front of you. In one swift motion, you had his length between your slick. "Oh fuck, cutie!" Golden eyes were squeezed shut while you moved along him, feeling that pleasant curve he had, you could only imagine what it was gonna be like to have him inside you.

"You're being a little tease, ma-makes me wanna do all sorts of things to y-you."

He was kissing your neck, your chest, shoulders, and arms, anywhere on you that he could reach. His hips bucking up into you, just trying to hit that perfect angle.

Strength and agility were something most overlooked when it came to Denki Kaminari but when the man wanted something bad enough, he found a way to get it.

He had your ass rising up in the air with a harsh thrust of his hips and a small squeak from you, giving him exactly enough time to scoot down on the sofa so you were sat atop his face. If you complained, he didn't hear you. Denki already had your thighs around his head and his tongue devouring you completely.

Little shockwaves rocked you while you cried out his name, hands fisting blonde locks just trying to stay upright.

One orgasm from you apparently wasn't enough, neither was two but on the third, Denki finally relented, allowing your heartrate to come back down and your gasping breaths to come in more steadily.

You slid back down his body, his erection now smack against your ass. His hair was recked, face completely flush but he had the biggest grin on his face that you'd ever seen.

Denki kissed both your cheeks, "You are so amazing, cutie!" Kissed your lips, "You taste better than anything I've ever had!" And one more on the tip of your nose. "Doin' okay?"

You nodded, starting to really gather yourself again, and by this point, you really just wanted one thing.

"I wanna... Denks... can I take care of you now?"

"Sure, cutie! How do you want me?" The wiggling eyebrows had you rolling your eyes and pushing him on his back again.

It took little effort for you to position yourself above his cock, and with how slick you were, his bright pink head slipped right inside. He held your hands while you scrunched up your face, sliding all the way down him until he was completely sheathed within.

The curve was immaculate. Hitting in just the right way that had you moaning with just a couple thrusts from him. Before long, you were eagerly bouncing on his cock. Riding him hard so he filled you up each and every time.

You barely registered him reaching for the coffee table, his phone now in his hands. "What're you doin'?" You practically slurred, slowing only slightly. He tapped the camera lens with a wicked grin. "Seriously?"

"We could make 'em really jealous now..."

Somewhere in your brain, you knew your date wouldn't give two shits, in fact, this probably would have only validated their thoughts about your's and Denki's relationship but with his cock stuffed so deeply into you, kissing your cervix in the most beautiful way, you really didn't give a damn.

You and Denki put on the best possible show you could think of. You were overstimulated, sore, and completely elated! He balanced the phone against the wine bottle so neither of you had to try to hold it.

This way he could play with your breasts or squeeze your thighs while you dug half-moons into his chest. Shocked with the playful zaps he sent right to your core.

Your makeup you'd didn't feel like taking off now ran down your cheeks with tears. Your hair was a mess thanks to him pulling at it.

Denki had you howling through another two orgasms, telling you how perfect you were, how nice you felt squeezing him so tightly, your nails felt so good against his skin.

It was only when you collapsed against his chest did he hoist your hips up so he could ram into you, pulling out just at the last second with a strangled cry of your name.

He wiggled himself free, grabbing a towel from your bathroom and cleaning you both up before stopping the recording.

"You're, hey you're gonna send that to me right?" You asked when he handed back your hoodie off the lamp.

He dropped a kiss on your lips, plopping down beside you on the sofa again and you noticed your email already up and the video uploading. "Obviously, we share all our videos and photos. Why would this be different?"

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Omg hi so I read your babysitter fic and I was thinking what if bakuogus tired of reader being a brat with him so he brings Kiri over to help him out 🤤 srry im just being horny on anon rn

“C’mon princess, move your ass before I move it for you.”

You huffed at the blonde, opening the car door, stepping outside and slamming it shut. Bakugou shot you a harsh glare, but you weren’t looking at him, instead crouching to tie your shoe.

He gave you a moment to do that, before the man got impatient, clicking his tongue, shoving his hands in his pockets. “Let’s go, it’s not like I have all fucking day.”

You knew for a fact that yes, he did have all day.

Your mom was away again, another business trip. She was working towards a promotion - a position that meant more hours, more work, more travel.

More time being spent with your stupid babysitter.

With your rapist.

He hadn’t touched you, not outright, since that day. Every time your mom suggested having him over for dinner, you conveniently found somewhere to be; out with friends, on a date, having a sleepover. Anything so that you didn’t have to look at Bakugou Katsuki’s stupid, smug little face.

But your mom had surprised you yesterday night, letting you know she’d be leaving in the morning, that Katsuki would be staying over again. There wasn’t any time for you to argue with her, to plead for her to stay, or to take you with her, or for you to stay at a friend’s house, anything but Katsuki.

“If I didn’t know any better, I’d think you were trying to avoid him!” She had laughed, before wagging a finger at you. “Don’t be rude. He’s a nice man, and I trust him to keep you safe. He did last time!”

Yeah, and he also assaulted you last time, so maybe he wasn’t as nice of a guy as she thought.

He was taking you to the mall, not even really giving you a choice, just telling you to get dressed, that the two of you were going out.

Now here you were, trudging silently behind the older man, glaring at the ground.

“Bakubro! Over here!”

A loud shout drew your attention, Bakugou grinning as he started veering towards the shouter, a red-haired man waving enthusiastically. You followed behind him obediently, taking stock of this new man.

He was fucking huge, thick thighs bulging against his jeans, biceps straining against the fabric of his navy hoodie. This new guy was handsome too, a wide, sharp smile, soft red eyes, a clean-shaven face.

“’Sup Idiot? You tryin’ to attract the whole mall? Always so damn loud.” Even though he was complaining, it was clear that these two were friends as Bakugou let the other man pull him into a hug. They pounded each other on the back, before the redhead drew back, pushing past the blonde to give you his full attention. 

“Who’s this? Did you get a girlfriend? She looks a little young bro.”

“I’m not his girlfriend.” You spat, and the redhead held up his hands in surrender as Bakugou shouldered him to the side.

“It’s the little fucker that I’m looking after as a favor. You know I work security for that office complex?” The redhead nodded. “Yeah, one of the milfs gave me free range of her house as long as I watch her.”

Both men looked at you, and the redhead smiled brightly.

“Ah, well, I’m Kirishima! Nice to meet you, sorry you have to put up with such a grumpy fucke-”

“Hey, shaddup.” Bakugou elbowed him, but Kirishima was already extending a hand for you to shake, and you did so gladly. At least you weren’t the only one who thought Bakugou was a grumpy, stuck up mess.

“’Kay, now can we go? I’m starving’, wanna eat before we do anything else.”

Kirishima winked at you as he threw an arm around your shoulders, his other arm around Bakugou. “Food court? I think they have a pretty good selection here...”

-----

Kirishima was much more tolerable than Bakugou.

He was funny, cracking jokes and making you almost spit out the soda he had bought you, slipping you five dollars behind Bakugou’s back for you to get a drink.

The redhead sat next to you while the three of you ate, including you in the conversation whenever Bakugou seemed to forget about your existence.

As the three of you walked from store-to-store, Kirishima listened to you ramble on about the latest game you’d bought, what you thought of your favorite snack brand trying to collaborate with a fashion company, all your opinions on the music playing faintly through the mall speakers.

It was fun when he grabbed your hand, tugging you away from Bakugou and along with the redhead as he ducked into a random store. It was some street-wear fashion place, and Kirishima wanted your thoughts on if a shirt was his color, or if he could pull off one of the hats that adorned the mannequin in the store window.

The two of you were busy laughing at how the hat couldn’t even press past his spiky hairstyle when you noticed Bakugou, glowering at you both from the outside of the store, lips pulled into the deepest frown.

Kirishima started laughing at the man’s expression, and you quickly followed suit, before Bakugou stalked inside, cuffing his friend on the ear.

What a spoil sport.

You couldn’t deny that by the end of the few hours you’d spent with Kirishima, you found yourself attracted to him. Not only in looks, but also in his goofy personality. You wouldn’t mind being friends with him.

It was easy to exchange numbers with the man, easy to let him lift your spirits.

And then it was time to leave, all three of you grouped at the entrance, saying bye, Bakugou and Kirishima giving each other another bro-hug.

You gave Kirishima a hug, leaning into his warm touch, enjoying his spicy cologne as you pressed your face against his broad chest. He eagerly returned the hug, until Bakugou was scoffing, pulling you out of his embrace.

“We’re in fucking public, you two, chill. Keep your pants on, sluts.”

Kirishima laughed, giving you a cheery wave as Bakugou gripped your hand until it hurt, dragging you out of the mall quickly.

-----

“Why are you being such a brat? You were fuckin’ fine earlier.” The blonde man grumbled, glancing over at you from where he was making dinner.

You rolled your eyes, taking a sip of your water. “It’s not my fault you have a stick up your ass. All I said is I don’t like when you make food, tastes bad.”

Bakugou huffed, turning off the stove. “Are you fucking serious? You’re just trying to mess with me, aren’t’cha princess?”

“Could you stop calling me that? I’m not your princess.”

“You’re whatever I want you to be, princess.” Bakugou sneered, stomping towards you.

You quickly backpedalled, setting your glass of water down on the counter, stepping back. “I’m going to go set the table!” Was your way out, and Bakugou backed off as you threw open a cupboard, rummaging for plates and cups as he chuckled to himself.

“Yeah, you do that.” 

It wasn’t long before the table was set, Bakugou bringing the food to set it down onto the hotplate in the middle.

Even just a whiff of the food had your eyes watering, the spice through the roof.

“Seriously dude? You know you’re cooking for two people, why the fuck did you make it inedible?!?” 

The blonde man glared at you as he sat down, jaw working, mouth twisting. “You gonna be a bitch-baby about it? Should be fuckin’ grateful that I even made you dinner.”

“Thanks for dinner.” You mumbled, staring tiredly at the food Bakugou was heaping onto his plate. You didn’t feel like eating anymore, his outburst ruining your mood, reminding you of the time when he got angry because you wouldn’t go to bed, wouldn’t listen to him-

“Eat the damn food.” Katsuki snapped, pulling you out of your thoughts and back to the present.

You did as he asked, even though it burned your mouth. Dinner was quickly gulped down, followed by desperate swigs of water as you tried to chase away the spice. Bakugou huffing the entire time at your inability to handle the level of spice he preferred.

Afterwards, you gathered up the plates and washed them, conscious of Katsuki hovering in the background of the kitchen, watching you work while he tapped away on his phone.

When the last dish was washed, dried, and put away, you began rummaging in the cupboards, looking for something sweet, something to soothe your tastebuds.

“What’re you doin’, didn’t I just feed you?”

Bakugou’s harsh voice made you flinch, but you kept your back to him. “Was hoping there’d be dessert.”

A long, irritated sigh, then a hand gripped your shoulder, pulling you away from the kitchen cupboards. “Ain’t got any of that shit in the house princess, you don’t need it.”

“But-” Your plead was interrupted by Bakugou rolling his eyes, snorting.

“Why are you being such a whiny baby? Is this cause Kiri was spoilin’ you earlier?”

Jutting your chin out, you glared up into red eyes as you turned around seething. “Maybe I like being treated like a person and not a problem. I don’t even understand why he’s friends with you - you’re mean and crass and stup-”

“So you’re just acting out cause you want some extra attention or some shit? What a brat.” The blonde sneered, leaning back against the counter as he tapped away at his phone again.

“You want Kiri so bad, fine. I’ll have him get you some shitty grocery-store dessert. Then maybe you’ll stop acting like a bitch. Stuff some candy in that mouth, will that keep you quiet, huh?”

It was infuriating, being treated like a child. Ignored, talked down to, unable to assert yourself or make decisions. 

“Whatever.” You huffed, shaking your head as you walked out of the kitchen. “Anything’s better than having to sit here with you.”

-----

The front door opening and the faint rustle of grocery bags caught your ear as you fumed on the couch, angrily questioning “why me?” as to your situation. But the noise meant your new friend was here, and he was much nicer than Bakugou.

Nice enough to have you smiling a bit as you rose to your feet, padding into the dining room as you beelined to the soft murmur of two manly voices.

“Heyyy! Long time no see!” The redhead was dressed in a loose tank top and basketball shorts, shoes discarded somewhere in the hall. 

You’d known he was muscular, but actually seeing his muscles without clothes in the way? You were stunned.

A bright blush encompassed your face when Bakugou snapped his fingers, narrowing his eyes at you. “Ay’, stupid! Focus! He got you a bunch of sweet shit. Rot your teeth out.” While gesturing to the two grocery bags resting on the dinner table.

“Hi Kirishima, thanks for the desserts-”

“Aw, it’s nothing. Bakubro wouldn’t tell me what kinda flavors you like so I kinda got a variety...”

Cupcakes and candy and various other sweet treats were nestled in the bags, and you grinned. “Dude, it’s all good. Wanna sit down and have some too?”

Bakugou snorted while Kiri smiled at you, nodding his head.  The dining chair creaked as his weight settled in it, the redhead pushing the grocery bags towards where you sat, encouraging you to pick anything you wanted.

The two men began to talk about this and that, mundane things about work, odd jobs, what their plans for the weekend were, boring stuff you easily tuned out as you indulged in sweet desserts.

Their attention turned to you when a whine slipped from your lips as frosting fell rom the cupcake you were eating and onto your shirt. Before you reached for a napkin, Kiri was leaning over, invading your space.

“You’re kinda messy, aren't you?” He breathed, a single finger swiping through the frosting on your shirt before the redhead sucked it into his mouth, looking at you through his eyelashes.

“Oh-u-uhm...” Was your elegant reply, tummy filled with butterflies at the fact that his finger had pressed against your skin through your shirt, right underneath your breast. 

He was so hot.

“Yeah, and a fuckin’ brat too. Little bitch can’t stop complaining about every little thing. Shut up the second I mentioned you were coming over.” Bakugou cackled, breaking the mood completely.

But Kirishima’s eyes were still on you as his now-clean finger slipped from his mouth. It was mesmerizing, watching the muscles in his arms shift and move as he leaned closer, slipping his hands underneath your shirt and raising the fabric so he could lick at the frosting still stuck on it.

Your breath stuttered, heat flaring suddenly in your tummy at the action.

And then Bakugou had to ruin it again. 

“You can fuck her if you want, I don’t mind. I told the old bird I would watch her kid for her. Didn’t say nothin’ about not getting her drunk on some cock.”

Eyes squeezing shut, you opened your mouth for some snappy reply, but Kirishima beat you to speaking.

“Yeah? Alright. You good with that baby?”

Wait, good with-?

Kirishima was looking up at you expectantly, fingers still clutched in your shirt, refusing to touch your skin. He was hot. This was hot. It’d be perfect if Bakugou wasn’t here.

“C’mon, just fuck her man, she’s been gaggin’ for your dick since she met you. Stop being a loser and man up.”

The redhead in front of you smiled, sharp teeth on display and gleaming. 

Then your shirt was being pulled over your head, hands gripping at your chest, thumbing over your nipples through your bra.

“W-wai-Kiri! Uhm, can’t we- uhm-”

Your voice was ignored, the redhead’s eyes glued to your chest as he pulled down your bra a bit, until he could palm each breast without anything in-between his warm hands and your soft skin.

“You’re so pretty...”

“She’s a whore.” Bakugou snarked.

Hands migrated to your waist, and you were easily lifted onto the table, Kirishima rising from his seat so he could push at your shoulders until they met the solid wood. Bakugou stayed seated, casually notching his hands behind his head and leaning back as he watched the show unfold before him.

Things were happening so fast, you didn’t know what to say, couldn’t move your hands to push away the broad redhead. This was so confusing. Yes, you wanted him, but you didn’t want Bakugou watching. You didn’t want to do this on the dining room table, didn’t like the quick turn the night had taken.

Your pants were being pulled down before you could organize your thoughts, before you could do much else aside from whimper and press your legs together.

“Hah, cute panties. You always wear stuff like this?” Kirishima asked, sliding a thumb underneath the elastic waistband only so he could snap it against your skin. You gasped at the little sting, unsure what to say, what to do.

“Most of her stuff is stupid girly shit like that, so yes.” 

You tried to throw a glare Bakugou’s way, but with the blonde somewhere behind you sitting at the table, you couldn’t turn your head far enough.

Especially not when you were distracted by Kirishima pushing down the waistband of his shorts. 

“I’m so glad I didn’t wear jeans.” He chuckled, holding his cock at the base as he sat back down again, scooting his chair up to edge of the table where your legs were splayed wide.

“Okay pretty, try and stay still for me. Make as much noise as you wanna, Bakugou and I don’t mind.” And then a warm mouth was pressed up against your cunt, licking at you over your panties, dragging the rough cotton against your most sensitive parts.

“Oh! o-oh, oh-oh-” Was all you could make your mouth manage as the redhead gripped your thighs in his giant hands, pushing them apart and allowing his massive shoulders to fit between them as he bent to lick at your pussy.

It felt... It felt so good, building up pressure in your stomach as your hole clenched around nothing.

Then Kiri did something awful, pulling your panties to the side and nosing into your folds with a pleased grunt. His skin was so warm, and you were so wet, and his nose started bumping against your clit as the man sloppily mouthed at you, and you couldn’t-couldn’t

“Stop-stop! ‘m gonna cum!” You wailed, legs twitching.

Immediately Kirishima drew back, soothing circles getting rubbed into your calves by thick fingers. “You don’t wanna cum in my mouth? Wanna cum on my cock instead? That’s cute.”

He stood up, and you barely got a glimpse of his dick bobbing against his stomach before he was leaning forward and catching your lips in a kiss. It almost scared you, sharp teeth poking menacingly against your lips, dragging across your skin as Kirishima moved his mouth against yours, but the redhead knew how to work with his teeth.

“Man, she really is a slut for you.” Bakugou piped up from behind you. He was a bit breathless, voice scratcher, but you couldn’t focus on that, not when Kirishima was pulling away with a groan, one of his hands fisting his cock.

The redhead gathered the spit in his mouth, leaned down, and let it drip onto your cunt, panties still pushed to the side. It was burning hot, adding to the fire in your tummy, blazing higher and higher.

Heavy breathing and labored panting filled the room as Kirishima edged closer to you, laying his cock flat against your entrance, playing with your panties as he did so until they pressed against his cock as it nestled between the lips of your cunt.

And then he started grinding.

Slow, delicious, absolutely heavenly.

You almost didn’t care about the disgusting little groans coming from Bakugou, the slick sounds of him fucking his fist, the creak of his chair behind you.

Almost.

Your attention was more focused on the pleasurable little zings going up your spine as Kiri rubbed his cock through your folds, all slick and wet. You kept your legs spread wide for him, barely able to breathe at the heat that seemed to fill the space, fill your lungs and steal your voice.

Kiri leaned down to kiss you again, and your hands fisted into his tank top, the material sweaty as it clung to his chest. If you could focus, you’d be trying to pull it off him, see the beautiful skin underneath, the man’s gorgeous body.

But what he was doing with his hips felt so good, you couldn’t even think.

“Kiri-Kiri, gonna-ohmygod-gonna-!”

And you came, shuddering as his cock kept fucking back and forth through your folds, twitching against your clit, veins in his dick pulsing and dragging against your skin.

He wasn’t stopping.

“Unhh, I came, please, wait Kirishima-”

“Didn’t you say you wanted to cum on my cock baby? I’m barely getting warmed up.” A feral smile gleamed bright from his lips. “I don’t play like Bakugou, I like messy girls. Gonna get you so fucked out you can’t even speak, can’t even walk. Won’t give him any trouble then, right? You’ll be good? For us?”

The look in his eye told you that you weren’t going to get a choice.

“Fuck Kiri, turn her over when you fuck her cunt so I can use her mouth.” Bakugou’s voice cut in, and your mood soured even more.

But Kirishima was already agreeing, cock still thrusting against your cunt. 

You didn’t get to make decisions anymore.

[thelittlewriter]

Calm

Pairing : Suna x Reader

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The garden was less crowded.

- Y/N ?

Nomura sounded worried. Your ears were ringing. It probably was because of all the sudden stress from a few minutes ago. You hadn't said anything since then, you couldn't. There was too much information, too many questions, too little answers.

One sentence was playing in your mind over and over.

We talked about this already.

We ? Who ? When ? Why ? And...

- Y/N, talk to me...

- Did you know ?

It was the best you could do. Your voice was shaking, you were on the verge of crying already.

- Y/N, I...

- Answer me ! you cut him. Did you know about this "arrangement" ?

He could see the pain in your eyes.

- Yes.

You started sobbing.

- Is this why you...

- No ! He only mentioned it yesterday. I... I didn't think he'll mention it ever again. I told him not to.

He was playing with his hands.

- I told you... you can say no at any time.

You scoffed.

- Of course, I'm gonna say no. I don't wanna work for him.

- Not that... I'm talking about us going on a date. If it makes you uncomfortable, I'd totally understand.

Going on a date ? Will you give up on him even before everything started ? You liked being around him, you liked to laugh with him and to eat with him. It felt like it was beyond work, like you had to at least try.

- I don't... I'm still going on a date with you, I just... need time to process everything.

He nodded.

- Do you wanna walk around with me ? he asked.

- Sure, you said, grabbing his arm.

The sun was slowly setting. It was a beautiful sight, and you relaxed watching it.

- Is a dinner too much ? Should I start with lunch first ?

You smile at the man.

- You know we ate dinner or lunch together before ? But anything is fine as long as I get to spend time with you, you answered.

He froze and you panicked.

- To get to know each other ! you added quickly.

He was just smiling at you. You liked how reassuring his presence was to you.

- I want to get to know you better too, Y/N.

You two sat on a wooden bench. He was talking with his sweet voice, the one you were weak for. Your head fell on his shoulder as you kept listening to him telling a story about his sister.

- My sister is annoying sometimes but everything would've been lonely without her.

- What do you mean by annoying ? you heard a voice from behind you.

You jumped and turned around.

- Ruka ! he said. Don't listen to other people's conversations !

She jumped on the bench, forcing a spot between the two of you before glaring at you. She seemed not to want you to get close to her brother.

She doesn't seem to like me that much, you thought.

Then, she looked at her brother and said :

- You were talking about me anyway ! You said I was annoying !

You looked at Ruka. The last time you saw her was when she was with Suna. Where was he now ?

- Hmm....

You tried to get her attention but she was clearly ignoring you.

- Do you know where Suna is ? you timidly asked.

She finally turned toward you, looking annoyed.

- He's cute, she said. He loves sweet things too. You should go and find him.

- I will when you tell me if you know where he is.

You were starting to be annoyed too. She sighed.

- Ruka, don't be rude, you heard his brother say.

- I don't know where he is. I left him half an hour ago.

You jumped from the bench. Half an hour ?

- I need to go find him, you said.

- If you need me, just call me and I'll be there.

You nodded as you went back inside. It was still as beautiful but it seemed even bigger than the first time you went in. Maybe because this time, there was nobody by your side. How could you find him in this mass of people ? You tried to sent him a text. You felt guilty. He came here to spend time with you, you even went out of your way to get him to agree to come and you left him alone. More than this... for a little while, you had forgotten about him. You were walking around, trying to find him but nothing.

You accidentally bumped into something. When you looked up, you saw it was someone.

- Oh, Y/N.

You recognize that sweet voice from before. Nomura's mother. You looked around.

- Don't worry, he's not around.

You relaxed.

- I have to apologize on his behalf. He seems to be desperate to make his dream of legacy come true these days...

- Don't worry, it's ok.

It was not. But you couldn’t be rude to her when she was innocent.

- You look like me when I used to work for this company.

She worked there too ?

- Back then, my husband was very supportive. I believe you have someone like that too, right ?

You had Nozomi. She was ready to support you no matter what. That made you think that you needed to call her and tell her everything about what happened.

- The man you came with today... he's your boyfriend, right ? You two seem so close, like I was with Junichi at these events.

Suna ? Your boyfriend ? You wanted to laugh but then you saw the look in the woman's eyes. She seemed nostalgic and happy.

- He looks at you like you're all his world too. Don't let him go.

You weren't totally sure it was still about you. Well, Suna didn't look at you like that, and you didn't either. And you didn't even spend that much time together tonight... since when was she observing you ?

- I want someone like this for my Eiji too. He needs it.

You froze. You didn't know where to look.

- You know, it doesn't look like it but he's fragile and insecure. Very candid too.

She shook her head, regretful. You felt like you weren't supposed to know that...

- It's because of his father's words. He pretends it doesn't affect him but...

She sighed and looked at you.

- I know you and him are not like this but... could you please compliment him from time to time ? A mother's compliment worths nothing after all.

You nodded.

- I do compliment him often, actually, you said. Me and the whole team know how precious he is.

You knew how precious he was. He was shy too. You hadn't noticed before the breakfast in his apartment and tonight. He wasn't totally the way he appeared to be. You liked this sweet version of him a lot.

You liked...

Your phone started ringing. You immediately answered.

- Y/N ! Are you having fun ?

Suna sounded happy. Much more than you did.

- Yeah...

- I'm upstairs ! And you're not gonna believe me, they have cakes !

There was a place upstairs ? You heard him moan in appreciation to the cake he was eating.

Well, someone is having fun !

- Where are you ? you asked.

- Don't move ! I see you ! I'll be right there !

He hung up the phone.

- Was it your boyfriend ? the woman asked.

No, it was just Suna.

- Actually, he's...

- Y/N !

It was a scream. A scream that would clearly draw attention. You turned toward Suna's voice. He hurried next to you. You were about to scold him when he put a muffin inside your mouth. You looked at him with wide eyes.

He had a huge smile in his face. A few strands of hair were falling on his face. His eyes were shining like a thousand stars. He was beautiful. The most beautiful man you had ever seen. And he was looking at you. And you were looking at him too. He had just come here and you relaxed at the idea that you were finally with him. You remembered this exact feeling. You hadn't felt like that in years. You only ever felt like this when he was there with you. It was warm, it was pure, and so scary sometimes. But not today. Today, you were happy to be like this. You didn't notice that uncomfort that had seemed to blend among the other ones that came tonight. But now that he was with you, it was like you were at peace.

He had his hand on your waist. And he was feeding you.

You were melting. Melting for your friend, but it didn't matter.

You bit on the muffin and ate it. You couldn't help but noticed the feeling of satiety in that moment. Not of food, but of him. He was everything you wanted at that moment.

- It's great, right ?

You leaned forward looking at both the muffin and him. His face turned red as he gave you another bite.

Suna heard a little laugh on the side. He hadn't realized you were with someone. He stepped away from you.

- Good evening ! he said.

His face was probably red right now.

- Y/N's boyfriend ! I've been waiting to meet you in person !

He looked at you with a confused look but you were only smiling at him. You looked completely out of it, he wouldn't even be surprised if you didn't hear what this woman said. Were you drunk ? Still, he decided to go along with it. You probably had a good reason to make him his temporary boyfriend.

- I'm flattered... And whom do I have the honor to speak to ?

- I'm nobody important, just an old woman who wanted to know more about Y/N.

- You are a very elegant lady, and that makes you important, at least in my eyes.

The woman seemed surprised and looked at you.

- He is very good with words, is this why you fell in love ?

You looked at her. You seemed to be back.

- He wasn't very good with words when I met him but I still fell in love regardless.

Suna froze. You two never talked about how you felt for him back in high school. You confessed and he rejected, and that was over. Hearing you say things like this was... disturbing.

- I'm Nomura Chie. Now, you should probably take Y/N home before my husband comes back.

She winked before walking to her husband, who wasn't very far and made him walk away from you.

- What was she talking about ?

- I'll tell you when we get home.

Suna grabbed your arm without hesitating much.

- Let's go home then.

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Hey ! I think I like this chapter and what is going to happen next a lot ! I hope you liked it too ! I'm sorry I didn't post earlier I completely forgot... the next chapter is almost ready so *hopefully* I'll post it in 3 days top !!! Have a great day or night or afternoon !