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I was telling my coworker about my weekend and he was in hysterics listening to my cascade of bad and bizarre decisions. Since most of my coworkers know I have some small notoriety here he asked, âDid you put this on tumblr?â
âNo! Iâm too embarrassed!â
He exclaimed, âYou write about your UTIâs and dildo bathrooms and this is too embarrassing!? Pillows??â
So fine. Hereâs my embarrassing pillow story for your enjoyment.
I have been struggling desperately to find a new pillow that I love. My Tempurpedic Symphony was over ten years old and disgusting and I needed to stop sleeping on a biohazard so I finally tossed it. I tried to replace it with a new one but Tempurpedic changed the density and the new one is shit.
Thus began the saga of pillows. My parents got me a Purple Harmony. I liked it very much in store. At home it was too tall. I exchanged it for the low. This was too low. Frustrated I called my mom to ask if she liked hers to which she said no so I asked to give it another shot.
Enter, the villain. My momâs house does not smell bad. But it does smell strongly. Itâs hard to quantify and again itâs not a bad smell it is simply powerful and foreign. The pillow I took from her was saturated with what my beloved and I began to call Mom Smell.
The pillow still smelled like momâs house weeks after coming into our home, even after being slept on and with protectors and pillow cases, the smell permeated. The pillow was still too tall. So then I entered an experimental phase. The purple pillow is made up of a latex insert with a gel grid around it on the outside. The inset was too tall, but I could use the gel grid external to wrap around a pillow that was too low!
I stuffed every conceivable iteration into the purple grid. I tried the new symphony. I tried existing pillows in my home. I even borrowed a pillow from the back room at work which wasnât in inventory so it was okay and the worst part was that was the perfect height but too soft to stay that height and ended up disappointing me and being surreptitiously returned.
I then tried an IKEA pillow that a Reddit thread suggested was similar to the original symphony and was delighted to learn that it came in three pieces so the height could be adjusted. This kicked off a new round of experimentation after I realized the pillow itself was rock solid and hurt my ears. The 1â insert could be added to things to try to bring too low pillows to the correct height. I still need to try to return this pillow.
I then turned to my friend who also owns a mattress store and asked if he had a Technogel pillow to trade for one of the Purple pillows. He agreed and I ended up with a Technogel thatâs 5.5â which is sliiiiightly too tall. Then I remembered:
During this frenzy of pillow madness Iâd foisted two pillows onto my mom in exchange for the purple pillow and belatedly realized that one of them was a Technogel that had been too low. Now with an insert I realized it could be perfect. So I got the pillow back but I faced a problem.
The Mom Smell.
I didnât want to wait two or more weeks for the smell to pass normally. So I got the pillow back and indeed, it had Mom Smell. I then remembered that my beloved had been gifted something called âpillow mistâ from their employer ages ago that had a sage smell I liked.
So I took the pillow, sprayed the inside of the dryer and set it to low to coat the nice sage smell into the foam.
This was a mistake.
The dryer suddenly reeked of sage and musk, the heat having amplified the mist out of all proportion. The whole upstairs screamed the contents of the innocuous bottle and my head instantly hurt. Now not only did the pillow reek of a new louder smell, so did the dryer.
I looked around and spotted vinegar and decided to wipe down the dryer with it in hopes of wiping out the overpowering mist smell. Afterward it smelled like hot vinegar which was something of an improvement. I regarded the pillow and could practically see animated smell lines coming off it. I wiped that with vinegar too. Then it smelled like SAGE Vinegar Mom.
I finally collapsed in a puddle of defeat, having created and defeated several problems but ultimately having made a pillow much stinkier than before.
My beloved came home.
They listened to my tiny tale of woe with increasing amusement.
They asked, âWhy didnât you use the Febreze?â
âWhat? They donât have Febreze thatâs unscented, do they?â
My beloved walked into the bathroom and came out with a bottle of unscented Febreze that would have solved my problem instantly. I facepalmed hard enough to cause brain damage.
I sprayed the pillow. It sat for a few days, ready to join my parade of pillow experiments. The sage and vinegar are both thankfully gone.
It does however still smell faintly of my mother.
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¤ LEE HEESEUNG.
you walk into your apartment, dropping your keys onto the counter as you slip off your coat. your tired expression is replaced with a bright smile when you see heeseung watching tv on your couch. you sit down next to him, gaining just enough energy to ask if your son is asleep.
âyeah, he actually went to bed pretty early today,â he stands, âdo you want something to eat? i saved some food for you, i just need to heat it up.â
you nod, watching him walk away before closing your eyes. the exhaustion of your job has finally caught up to you and you mightâve fallen asleep if not for heeseungâs updates about him and your sonâs day.
lee heeseung is your own personal angel, you think. your neighbor turned babysitter turned weird situationship; at least in your perspective. he takes care of you almost as much as he takes care of your three year old son. heâs at your apartment more than he is his own (thatâs mainly your fault) and youâve grown used to coming home to him almost every day.
you hear him say your name and your eyes flutter open to see the sympathetic smile he has on his face and itâs so gorgeous, he might as well break your heart now before you fall for him any deeper.
âitâs okay if you sleep for a bit, youâre tired,â he says oh-so matter-of-factly, because he knows you now, âiâll wake you up in an hour.â
itâs more than an hour later, when you feel heeseungâs hand on your cheek, rubbing under your eye. he notices you beginning to wake up and pulls his hand away, âyou should go eat now, âkay? the food is on the counter. iâm gonna go ahead and go home."
you sit up, frowning, âsorry, but can you stay? just until i finish eating, iâm sorry.â
he stares at you, silent for what feels like hours, and it makes you regret opening your mouth. you blame it on your drowsinessâyou know that if you were in your right mind you wouldnât have asked him even if you really did want him to stay. to your surprise, however, he grins.
âyeah, i can stay.â
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¤ PARK JONGSEONG.
you send jay a text, apologizing for the fifth time this month for backing out on your date. heâs probably becoming more annoyed with you each time you cancel, but itâs really not your fault.
for the past few days you havenât been able to find a babysitter for your daughter. her usual one, jaehyun, was out of town, and your back up sitters all had plans or ended up canceling last minute due to personal problems.
you rise from your position on your couch, deciding you should get dinner started for the two of you. before youâre able to, however, you hear a set of soft knocks on your door. you go to open it without bothering to look out the peephole, figuring it was one of your neighbors coming to ask for something.
âhelloâoh. jay?â your eyes widen when you process the fact that itâs your boyfriend at the door. he was probably the last person you expected.
âhey,â he gives you that smile that never ceases to make your heart almost stop.
âwhyâre you here? wait, nevermind. iâm really sorry about canceling last minute, the babysitter couldnât come,â while youâre talking, you gesture for jay to come inside, shutting the door once he slips off his shoes.
âiâm not mad, these things happen,â he places a kiss on your forehead, lifting up a bag of groceries, âi figured we could still have dinner together, just with an extra person.â
âjay, you didnât have to. i feel bad.â
and he really didnât, but he did.
âi was going to buy dinner anyway. a home cooked meal is better, no?â he walks further into your apartment, setting down the bag on the small counter. âwhereâs gen at?â
âoh, sheâs inââ
genevieve cuts you off, all but squealing as she runs out of her room with a toothy grin, âmommy, jjâs here?â
you donât have time to scold her for running in the house because she immediately throws herself into jayâs arms, the man picking her up with ease, âwoah. hey, sweet girl. what are up to, huh?â
you smile as they have a conversation, acting like best friends who havenât seen each other in months. it melts your heartâgenevieve liked jay from the day that she met him all those months ago and you know that jay loves genevieve like sheâs his own. heâs definitely someone you want to keep around for as long as possible, if not for you but for your daughter as well.
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your two kids run up to your best friend, fighting each other for a spot in his arms. they donât fight for long because he easily lifts the two children up. he says hi to them and asks them about their day before stepping inside your apartment and kicking the door shut. once his conversation with the kids dies out, he looks at you with a smug smile on his face.
âthey like me more than you,â he says instead of a normal greeting.
âthatâs because you spoil them every time they see you.â
âthey like me because iâm me,â he sticks his tongue out at you, âhuh, guys, you love me, donât you? your mommyâs just jealous.â
âyouâre actually annoying,â you reach up, taking advantage of his occupied hands, flicking his forehead and quickly escaping to your kitchen before he can even think to retaliate against you.
he immediately sets the twins down, telling them to go play while he goes to help you with whatever youâre doing. he waits until he hears the faint sound of them pulling out their toys to go towards your makeshift hideout.
he creeps up behind you, being as quiet as possible. youâre popping a bag of popcorn, thankfully too focused on that than him and his whereabouts. he stifles a laugh, poking your side hard enough for you to curl in on yourself.
âoh my fuâjake, what the heck?â you scold him, hitting his shoulder.
he laughs, holding his hands up in surrender, âsorry! i had to get you back. i think you gave me a concussion.â
he assumes you notice the popping slowing down and you turn away from him, taking the bag out of the microwave. he canât see your face but he knows youâre rolling your eyes when you speak, âplease, i barely touched you.â
âthatâs what you think.â
you donât give him the pleasure of the response, ignoring him to instead pour the bag of popcorn into a bowl.
âthank you,â you say suddenly, turning around once more, âi was thinking and, you know, i donât really say it enough.â
âyou donâtââ he starts to say, but you interrupt him by grabbing his hand and lacing your fingers together.
âi do. youâve been really helpful lately. so, thank you.â
âumâ, he hesitates, âi love them and i love you. âcourse iâm gonna help.â
you smile, dropping jakeâs hand and going back to preparing for your weekly movie night. he misses the warmth of your hand almost instantly, and he has to resist the urge to pull you back against him in a hug.
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¤ PARK SUNGHOON.
he canât help but think that this is too crazy to be a coincidence. you, the pretty mom he gained a mini-crush on at the park a couple months ago, now at his house with your son who just so happens to be his sonâs new best friend. maybe whatever divine being thatâs up there finally took pity on him and decided to give his bleak love life some color.
he slides over a glass of cold water to where youâre sitting and the smile of gratitude you give him could probably cause car crashes from how dazzling it is. sunghoon can see your lips moving, but can make out no sound. heâs too dazed from being in your presence to process anything other than the fact that youâre sitting in his house.
â...live with you.â
he comes back to reality, only catching the end of your sentence and blinks, âwhat? sorry, i spaced out."
obviously, heâs going to need more context because logically he knows you arenât saying what he thinks you areâyouâve only known each other for a monthâbut he canât think of anything else that would make sense.
âtheo said he wanted to come live with you and yejun,â you say, amusement dancing across your face.
âoh,â he takes in your words, âreally?â
âyeah, he was begging me earlier. so..â you pause to take a drink and he has to look away, âif youâre okay with it, can he spend the night?â
he agrees to it with a little too much enthusiasm. of course, this is mainly for yejun and theoâstrengthening their friendship, helping them gain a lasting relationship or whateverâbut it gives him an excuse to see you again tomorrow.
around twenty minutes later, sunghoon walks you out, his hands in his pockets. you told the boys about the sleepover, said bye to the both of them, told theo to be good and that you love him.
âi have a spare toothbrush and he can wear some of yejunâs pajamas, so donât worry about coming back.â
âokay, perfect. um, iâll see you tomorrow?â
âyeah, tomorrow,â he watches you walk to your car, waving as you drive off.
sunghoon knows for a fact that heâs fuckedâhe already wants to hear you say that all of the time; that youâll see him tomorrow and the next day and the next. he feels like a teenager all over again, already thinking about what heâs going to wear and say tomorrow morning.
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All you wanted to be was a sandwich artist, like how Ma was, and how Grandma and Grandpa were.
You didn't think the decision to pursue such a career could potentially cost you your life.
Yet here you were, standing face-to-face with one of the city's most intimidating villains, who you decided would be such a great idea to base a sandwich off of. But could you really blame yourself? It was such a clever gimmick! It brought in a lot of customers, who were eager to try your sandwiches based off of the heroes and villains who seemed to have the city in the palm of their hands.
No wonder why the rent was so cheap... you should've expected that when moving to such a place.
And you also should've expected a villain to be curious enough to try a sandwich based off of them.
You should've expected a lot of things.
"H-hello, sir!" You stammered out. "Would you like to order anything?" You asked while giving a nervous smile, blinking rapidly as your heart threatened to explode from the amount of fear you were in.
It felt like you were serving royalty, and in a way, you were. His outfit was based on a prince's outfit, and he often fought with swords, bows, and arrows. The silver crown that adorned his head also helped convey the vibe you were privy to.
It felt like you were going to be beheaded if you misplaced a singular tomato on his sandwich.
"Hello," he replied back. He looked up at the menu and was silent for a good minute. The store was dead silent, as your customers stared at the man before you. Some began to quietly leave the building, others pulled their phones out, while a mother cautioned her children to "look away", as if you were about to be mutilated right then and there.
Finally, after a long moment, he spoke up again. "You make sandwiches based off of us?" He questioned.
"Y-yes. K-kind of a nice marketing technique if you ask me!" You squeaked out, trying to relieve the tension in the store.
He quickly looked down from the menu and right back at you, which caused you to slightly flinch.
You wanted to kick yourself for saying that.
Fortunately, he took the joke well, as he let out a quiet chuckle. "You're not wrong. I would've done the same thing... I should do the same thing..." He muttered that last sentence quietly to himself. "I'll take the 'Dark Flamboyant', please." He ordered while giving you such a kind smile, one would think that he was an actor on a preschool television show and not a cold-blooded villain.
"Of course!" You answered.
You then began the process of creating the sandwich right in front of him. Your hands shook as you felt his gaze observing your each and every move. Since you didn't die from a heart attack, you were sure you were going to die from your neck being slit by one of his swords, which he could summon at a moment's notice.
When you finished preparing his sandwich, you wrapped it up as neatly as you could, your hands still trembling from the anxiety that weighed on you like a steel beam. You rang up the price for the sandwich, and he paid using a credit card. After he finished paying, you carefully placed the sandwich into a paper bag, and handed it to him.
"Thank you!" He smiled at you again.
"No problem! Have a nice day!" You smiled back as your eye twitched.
He walked out of the store, his cape flowing elegantly behind him. As the door closed behind him, the whole store let out a collective sigh, and the tension in the atmosphere began to dissipate.
You passed out on the floor right then and there.
Later that day...
After a long day of serving sandwiches, you were now finally home, in the comfort of your own bed. You went to the website of your store to fix a minor issue, only to notice a new review.
It was the villain from earlier.
He had given you a five star review, and left a comment with it.
"This was one of the best sandwiches I've ever tasted in my entire life. The shop's atmosphere was pleasant, and the owner was very friendly. I think I'll come here again sometime. :)
If anyone tries to hurt this business in any way, contact me, and I'll deal with them for you!"
Reading that review left you speechless. You gently closed your laptop and stared at the ceiling.
You then decided to go to sleep, even though it was just past seven.
This day had been uncomfortably long and exhausting...
You own a sandwich shop in the heart of a superhero city. After gaining customers by making sandwiches based on heroes, you decided to try making some based on villains. Today, a villain stopped to review theirs.
#I had a lot of fun writing this!#I decided to name the villain in this âDark Flameâ#because why not#this guy has oc potential#if you see a post with him again you know what happened#I think I might write about this duo again but y/n will just be an actual character and not an insert#and I would make the story in third person đ#writing prompts#writers on tumblr#writing#my writing
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note. this was inspired by the airport pictures of jungwon when he was going to the prada pop-up store in taipei. his outfit reminds me of a boyfriend who rides a bike, so yeah! taglist. @tfwbluu
You let out a long and heavy sigh, rubbing your shoulders as you paused to stretch your arms, raising them above your head. Groaning at the muscle cramps, you leaned back in your seat and stared at the ceiling, getting lost in your thoughts. Your examinations are around the corner and you have been spending the past few weeks staring at your notes, occasionally neglecting your own health. Needless to say, your boyfriend took it upon himself to check up on you. He didnât want you to collapse halfway.
Bzzt, bzzt.
You grabbed your phone, squinting your eyes against the blinding light as the screen lit up.
Jungwon: Get ready in five, Iâm coming to pick you up.
You stared at the message, bemused and decided to call him. Jungwon picked up at the first rang.
âWonie, whatâs with the message? Where are we going?â You asked, idly spinning your pen in between your index and middle fingers. You could faintly make-out the sound of his motorbikeâs engine purring in the background along with the sounds of traffic.
âIâm taking you out so you can relax for a while. I know youâve been studying nonstop. Besides, is it a crime to see my girlfriend?â Jungwon replied, his smooth words making your cheeks flushed red.
âFine, see you later then,â you hung up, changing into more appropriate clothes.
You grabbed your keys and phone, slipping on your sneakers and stepped out of the house. You were just in time when a familiar motorbike came to a stop outside your home. Jungwon remained seated, pulling his helmet off, leaving his hair all messed up. He grins as you stop before him, leaning in to press a chaste kiss on his cheeks.
âHi,â you greeted, laughing when he pulled you closer with one hand wrapped around your waist.
âI think you missed a spot,â he pointed out, ducking his head to kiss you squarely on your lips. It was a sweet and short kiss but it was enough for him to express his feelings towards you. Plus, it was also enough to make your heart flutter.
âWhat a sap,â you teased, moving away and wearing the helmet he handed you. Jungwon drove off, leaving a trail of smoke behind once you were seated, with your arms wrapped around his waist.
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âW-Wonie, wait! Ngh!â You gasped through the kisses, unable to move away as you were being firmly pressed between his bike and your boyfriendâs chest.
You should have known he was up to something amiss when you realised he brought you to the rooftop of a multi-storey car park. There were no signs of life, considering how normal people were already asleep as it is two in the morning. Jungwon mischievously grinned into the kiss, his warm hands snaking its way underneath your shirt.
You gasped at the contrast of his palm against your cold skin and Jungwon used this as a chance to lift you up, making you sit on the narrow seat of his bike. To steady yourself and not fall backwards, you wrapped your legs around his waist, lips still interlocked. You obediently parted your lips, allowing him to explore the insides of your mouth. You tilted your head back, allowing Jungwon to trail kisses down your neck.
Your breath hitched in your throat when his lips landed on your pulse point near your throat, flinching as he sucked and bit on your unblemished skin, no doubt leaving a mark behind. Invisible alarm bells went off in your mind when you felt his hand snaking down, tracing the hem of your shorts. You immediately stopped him, grabbing his wrist and breaking the kiss.
âWonie, are you serious? Right here?â You hissed in disbelief.
His boba-like eyes glimmered, lips curling up. âWhy not? You can be quiet, right?â He emphasized on the final word, pushing his hand down your shorts to rub your clit through the thin fabric of your panties.
The contact made your mind blanked out, head leaning back as a high-pitched whine was drawn from the depths of your throat. Jungwonâs eyes remained fixated on your expression, greedily drinking in every minor change. He grinned when he felt your panties getting wetter and wetter. Without hesitation, he pulled down your shorts and panties, dropping them to the floor, ignoring the offended âhey!â from you.
âFuck!â
You yelped, blindly flailing your hands about to find something to grab onto when you felt a familiar wet muscle gliding along your folds. You ended up digging your nails into the leather material of the seat, letting out uneven breaths as Jungwon eats you out like no tomorrow. He parted your puffy lips with his left index and middle fingers, sliding one long, thick finger in from his right hand to prep you. At the same time, he slid his tongue further in, humming as you bucked your hips forward at the delirious sensation.
âJ-Jungwonâhahâp-please,â you pleaded, eyes rolling up as he inserted another finger, moving them in a scissor-like motion. The fact that you felt full from just his fingers made him chuckledâthe vibration drawing a pathetic mewl from you.
âLook at you, for someone who hesitated, you sure are eager,â he coos, faux sweetness in his voice. âAll you needed was to be stuffed and youâre already a mess. Am I wrong?â
You were tempted to reply with something snarky but the moment Jungwon twisted his fingers at the correct angle, you were a goner.
âWonie, oh god, please, please, Iâm gonna cum,â you moaned, feeling the familiar way your muscles tightened. Your legs twitched as Jungwon harshly sucked on your clit and that was enough to make you spill into his awaiting mouth, not wanting to waste a single drop.
You felt like you were floating, panting heavily to catch your breath. Your ears faintly make-out the sounds of Jungwon unzipping his pants. You yelped when he manhandled you, forcing you to stand on your trembling legs with your back facing him, leaving you to rest your elbows on the seat to support yourself.
âJungwon, waitââ You protested, nervousness seeping into your voice as you felt him nudging your legs apart, followed by him teasingly gliding his cock against your folds, collecting your juices to act as lubricant.
âWhat? Look me in the eyes and tell me you donât want this and Iâll stop,â he said, reaching out to grab your chin, turning your head around as he forced you to look at him.
Jungwon raised an eyebrow and you squirmed on the spot, feeling shy with how his intense gaze never left your face. You looked to the side but he wasnât pleased. He tightened his grip, hard enough to elicit a hiss from you but not hard enough for pain to linger.
âLook at me,â he demanded, his eyes darkened.
You gulped, tongue darting out to lick your lips. The way his eyes followed the movement didnât go unnoticed. âP-PleaseâŚâ
���Please what?â
You whined, going the extra mile by batting your eyelashes at him, putting on an innocent act. âPlease fuck me, Jungwon. Stop teasing me.â
He hums, pleased with your response and kisses your foreheadâan action so sweet and loving despite your current situation. âWell done, princess. That wasnât so hard, was it?â
This piece of shit!
Your left eyebrow subtly twitched, anger flaring up but it was gone the moment Jungwon slowly pushes in, stretching you wide open to accommodate him. You hissed in pain as you struggled to adjust to his size. No matter how many times youâve done this, it was impossible to take him; something that your boyfriend never fails to tease you about.
âFuck, how are you still so tight even after Iâve prepped you?â He cursed, already sounding ragged as he watched the way his cock slowly disappeared, inch by inch as he sunk into your warmth.
Both of you groaned when he was fully in but the moment didnât last long, not when Jungwon started thrusting, his hips snapping against your skin. Your elbows were violently quivering as you tried to hold yourself up but it was futile, not when you could feel him hitting the same spot, over and over, enough to make you see stars in your vision. You would have been face-planted if he didnât pull you towards him with one hand wrapped around your waist.
The rooftop was filled with the obscene sound of smacking flesh and your melody of sounds. Jungwon had to silence you with a kiss when you were getting too loud, not wanting anyone to walk in on the two of you. He swallowed your breathless mewls with his persistent lips, his free hand running down your body to rub your swollen clit in small, hurried circles.
âWonie, Iâm not gonna last,â you whined into his mouth, gripping onto his broad shoulders for dear life as he continued his ruthless pace.
He turned you around, returning you to your previous position as you sat on the edge of the seat. You wrapped your legs around his waist and the change of position allowed him to hit deeper, drawing another series of moans from you.
âYeah? You wanna cum for me, pretty girl?â He pants, eyes never leaving your face as he continues to rub your clit.
You frantically nodded your head, eyes squeezed shut. âMhm! Please!â
âThen cum, I want to see you fall apart.â
At his order, you reach your orgasm and Jungwon follows suit a few seconds later. You whined, your walls fluttering around his cock as he emptied himself inside you. At this point, your shirt was clinging onto your sweaty skin and you groaned at the uncomfortable feeling. Your boyfriend pulled out and you instinctively clamped your legs shut, shivering as you felt his cum trickling down your legs. He was kind enough to help you wear your panties and shorts and gave a playful slap to your ass. In return, you smacked his shoulder.
âYouâre ridiculous! I canât believe you dragged me out of the house just to have sex,â you scolded him, arms crossed over your chest as you scowled.
Jungwon chuckled, pulling out a packet of wet tissues as he cleans you, himself and the seat with different pieces before tossing them to the nearest bin. âI did say I was taking you out to relax.â
âAnd this is your idea of relaxing?â You rolled your eyes.
He smirks, wrapping his arms around your waist as he kisses your cheek. âI didnât hear you complaining though.â
âYang Jungwon, Iâm going to kill you.â
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Hey! Could you maybe write something for Lia Wälti where r has a reputation as a fuckboy/womanizer since they have quite a few one-night stands that never lead to anything more. They always get teased by the team for that. R and Lia are close friends and always very close physically: cuddling on the couch, sleeping in the same bed during sleepovers, Lia sitting on r's lap etc. One night they are watching a movie or smth on the couch and Lia straight up asks r why they have never tried anything with her. R tells her it is because they don't want her to leave, and then explains that basically all anyone ever wanted from them was sex, and no one stuck around after they had that, that's why now r just sticks to casual hook-ups if anyone approches them, and never actually initiates that stuff first. And they don't care about some stranger leaving in the morning, but they do like Lia a lot, and her leaving would really hurt, so they never acted on their feelings. And then a fluffy confession from Lia's side? Sorry this is really long, you absolutly don't have to do it if you're not comfortable with it!
Warnings: swearing, short, suggestive, mentions of sex (brief) mentions of fuck-boy, mentions of one night stands, kissing, making out.
Lia Wälti x Reader
Youâre Different, and I donât know why.
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Relationshipâs arenât your thing. You think they are underrated, love is underrated. You were taught that way while growing up. Sure, maybe the reason why is because you never knew your dad since he left the minute your mum got pregnant - ever since then your mother had taught you to never fall in love. So you took that advise. Never been in a relationship before, but definitely slept with half the girls in your hometown.
You always did a really good job with trying to not let those one night stands get in the way of football. Ending things with the girl as soon as the sunrise starts to shine awake. Cutting off any excess to phone number, instagram, ext.
Two years ago, you left your hometown. With getting a bigger contact with a new team who has been pushing for you for some time now - Arsenal. You decided to step up your game. Even win more trophies. Leaving was easy. You had no relationship with any family member, then not fearing enough to even say goodbye either.
But, ever since joining Arsenal things have been different. Different as in, not that many one night stand - and thatâs because of a girl. A girl. Breaking a promise to your mother, you seem to be drawn into this woman. You so badly wanted to push her away, but you canât seem to have the courage to. Which was weird. You always had courage to do anything. You never felt any sort of guilt of even thinking of doing anything like that.
She was driving you crazing.
Right now, itâs after training. Everyone is all gathered in the changing rooms. Getting into their own clothes they walked in this morning. You sitting down in the bench, tying your lases on your trainers.
Kyra, with the same old smirk on her face, sits down next to you, nudging your shoulder. âY/l/n, you been with cute ladies lately?â
You roll your eyes, now knowing everyone is now focused on you. âNo.â
Kyra raises an eyebrow, looking around the room before speaking. âReally? Cause if I remember what miss McCabe said to me the other day was - on your first day with the team you tried to get with everyone.â
You look up, immediately making eye contact with Katie who immediately moves behind her girlfriend. âI didnât say tha-â
You roll my eyes again, before shrugging my shoulders. âOkay, sure but I didnât try to get with them. Just flirted before I didnât anymore.â
âThatâs true, she hasnât flirted with us ever since then.â Leah confirms, nodding her head.
âWhy did you stop?â Kyra asks. Your eyes shifted to Lia, who was looking at you, smiling softly knowing the answer. âNo reason.â
You then stand up from the bench. âNow, if you excuse me, Iâm going home. Why donât you nag to Alessia to who she kissed at last nights party.â
âWhat?!â - âFor fuck sake, Y/n/n!â
With all the attention to Alessia. You look for Lia who is still looking at me. You nod my head for her to follow me. She easily sneaks past everyone who is still pestering Alessia.
As soon as you walk out the door; when you see Lia, you quickly grab her arm pulling her into a storage room. She lets out a yelp as you push her in. You quickly shut the door, locking it.
You turn around to see Lia smiling widely at you. Her hands on her hips. âSeriously? This is so high-school relationship material. Sneaking into the storage room?â
You shrug, smiling at her. âCanât help myself. Havenât kissed you for hours.â You mumble, taking only a small step forward to wrap your hands around her waist.
âIs that so?â Lia whispered, immediately wrapping her arms around your neck. âWell, we should do something about that, hey?â
You nod your head, pulling her closer to kiss her. The kiss was soft. Very different to other kisses you had with other girls.
You smile into the kiss - again, different to other girls that you never smiled while kissing before.
Lia change your life straight away.
First day at Arsenal. Kyra was right. You flirted with everyone - but as soon as your eyes founded Liaâs body you stopped. All your attention was on her and her only.
Lia pull away from the kiss. âLet me ask you something.â She says, looking up at you. - You nod your head, hands rubbing against her hips.
âWhy havenât you tried anything with me?â
You burrow your eyebrows, looking at her. âWhat you mean?â
âLike you were at your hometown. You choked up with every girl you found hot - and obviously you found me hot but, you didnât try anything. You didnât even flirt with me like you did with the others.â Lia rambled, her eyes staying in yours the whole time.
âDunno. Youâre different, and I donât know why. I definitely thought about it but then hated myself. I could never do that to you.â You answered honestly.
âBut, Iâm not. I promise.â You state, holding her hands. Lia smiles, rubbing her thumb along your hand. âI know. I can tell how much you care about me. Just wanted to know.â
Lia then pulls you back into a kiss. You instantly kiss back, again smiling. âLetâs go home⌠I got something planned.â Lia mumbles, smirking.
âOh yeah?â You mumble back, pulling away to see her smirk, smirking back. âWhat?â
âItâs a surprise.â Lia whispers, unlocking the door and pulling it open. Once the cost was clear she grabs your hand, pulling you with her to the exit.
You never been more grateful that you left your hometown to London.
#lia wälti#lia walti#lia walti x reader#lia wälti x reader#arsenal women#woso community#woso fanfics#woso x reader#woso imagine#woso one shot#woso#womenâs football
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Trust
Yesterday, you guys voted on this poll and decided that Buck and Tommy should have an argument over trust. Here is that argument:
âYou don't trust me.â
âEvan, I-â
âI can't believe it,â he huffed, shaking his head. âAfter all this time y- you don't trust me.â
âI never said that, Evan. You're not listening to me.â
âI told you it was a mistake. Told you he misheard me and once I pushed him away he was embarrassed and very apologetic about it.â
âI still shouldn't have heard it from him!â Tommy exclaimed, his tone causing Buck to step back in surprise. In their three years together he'd only heard Tommy raise his voice one other time, and that was when he was kicking his own dad out of their home.
âI told you, Tommy, I didn't see a real reason to tell you. Vinny's new to your station, he came to the bar late, and he didn't know we were together. We were talking about dung beetles and then he asked if he could kiss me. I said 'I've got a boyfriend' but he thought I said-â
â'If you'll be my boyfriend', I know the story, Evan. I heard it from Vinny while we were in the sky! Nearly crashed the damn bird!â Tommy ran a hand over his face. âYou really didn't think, for a second, that maybe you should have told me about this?â
âN- Not really. It didn't mean anything. I want- wanted to protect you.â
âHa!â Tommy laughed bitterly. âProtect me? Why do I need protection, Evan? I'm not a delicate flower. If you would have told me, I wouldn't have been caught off guard and then grounded for the rest of my shift. I could have talked to Vinny about it right as work started so he didn't go five hours thinking I was playing a psychological game with him!â
âI don't really know what you want from me, Tommy! I told you I was trying to do the right thing. I didn't cheat on you, it was a misunderstanding. You're blowing everything out of proportion and making i- it seem like I just hide stuff from you.â
âCan you blame me?!â Tommy asked. âYou literally just said you wanted to protect me! So yeah, I do wonder what else you've hidden from me while using protection as an excuse.â
âThere's nothing!â Buck yelled, tossing his hands up in the air. âGod, this is going nowhere!â
âYou're right about that.â Tommy walked over to the kitchen counter and picked up his keys.
âW- Wait, where are you-â
âI'm just going to the garage, Evan. I need a minute to think.â
âWe made a promise to never walk away from an argument, Tommy!â
âYou broke that promise the night we made it!â Tommy reminded him, walking down the hall and slamming the garage door shut behind him.
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When Tommy walked back into the house he was overwhelmed by the scent of sweetness coming from the kitchen. He entered the room slowly.
âYou're baking,â he said, his voice calm and measured.
Buck shrugged. Didn't even bother to look up from the measuring cup he was filling with flour. âForce of habit.â
âI didn't leave, Evan,â Tommy said, upset to know just how nervous Buck had to be to resort to baking. Even all these years later, baking was reserved for when he felt like his world was falling apart. âI just needed a minute.â
âTwo hours,â Buck corrected. âYou were out there for two hours. I heard your truck start and I didn't...â His voice trailed off as he set the nearly empty container of flour on the counter.
âI was working on my engine,â Tommy explained. âTruck's been s-â
âSlow to start this week,â Buck finished with a nod. âI remember.â
Tommy walked around the counter to get closer to Buck. He placed a gentle finger under his chin and guided Buck to look up at him. âIt was never about me not trusting you, Evan,â he explained. âI know you didn't want him to kiss you; he told me that. I just wish I would've heard it from you. I was caught off guard. You're my partner. I should have heard it from you.â
Buck's eyes glistened as he stared at Tommy. Tommy could see he'd been crying. It broke his heart. âI know,â he conceded. âI should have told you. I just- I didn't want work to be awkward.â
âOh, it's definitely awkward,â Tommy replied, which got a brief smile out of Buck. It felt like a victory.
âI thought I was doing the right thing,â Buck said. His voice was quiet, still a bit unsure. âAnd I'm not hiding things from you.â
âI know,â Tommy assured him with a nod. âI know. I overreacted. I'm sorry.â
âI'm sorry too.â
They leaned in for a kiss at the same time, Buck closing his eyes and breathing a sigh of relief.
When Tommy pulled away, he kept Buck close, wrapping his arms around his waist. âIt's a shame you can never be around anyone at the 217 ever again though,â he informed Buck playfully.
Buck's eyebrows furrowed. âWhat are you talking about?â
âWell, there was Lucy, me, and then Vinny. It's like you're a drug to that station. Everyone wants a bite of Evan.â
âHate to break it to them,â Buck replied, his arms draping over Tommy's shoulders, âbut you're the only one who gets a bite of Evan.â
âYeah?â
âMhm.â
âNot even Franks?â
âIsn't he the oldest firefighter in the LAFD?â
âHes is,â Tommy confirmed. He pressed a chaste kiss to Buck's lips. âI know you like them older.â
âHm,â Buck hummed, pretending to think it over. âNo, sorry. You're stuck with me.â
Tommy smiled. âGood. I love you, Evan.â
âI love you too.â
After one more kiss, they let each other go. âSo, the baking can be done now?â Tommy asked.
âBaking can be done. I was gonna make those caramel crunch cookies you love so much though.â
Tommy perked up at that. âShould we fight about something else so you'll still make them?â
Buck snorted out a laugh. âGet a new container of sugar from the pantry,â he ordered. âYou can help.â
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I have had so many haircuts gone wrong. Just... so many. Some that I liked well enough on the day, but that I could never style as well. Some that barely resembled what I was looking for. A few that were almost exactly what I thought I wanted, but ended up not liking in the mirror after the first time I washed it.
Almost none of them were haircuts I maintained of my own accord. In my 30+ years of choosing my own hairstyles, I've had exactly one haircut that I maintained with intention. It was Natalie Dormer's Hunger Games haircut, long on one side, buzzed on the other ~40%. I maintained that for years. Went to the Berkeley barbershop once a month, trimming the full length every three or four months, right up till we moved.
It was harder to find a spot for reasonable upkeep after that. Started trimming the buzzed side at home, which is where the creep started. The length of the rest of it started getting longer as the time between trims slipped, till it was maybe twice a year. And the edges of the buzz started moving, too. And then the pandemic happened, when I was already reaching the "hair too long, must cut" stage.
That mid pandemic haircut, right after lockdown ended? Way too far the other way. đ
It was what I had asked for. What I thought I wanted. But it's been several years and intermediate styles of growing it out. But I also realized some things that I'd never understood before.
Thing the first. Sometimes I get very twitchy about sensory shit, but it's not consistent. Which means that a lot of the time, my hair is no biggie. But sometimes I lose my mind if it's touching my neck. If my hair is long enough, that means it stays in up-styles for a while. But if it's shorter than that, the haircut itch can get overwhelming.
Thing the second. I vastly prefer a style that frames at least one side of my face. This is the reason some of those short styles I wanted ended up fails. AND it's the reason that things start getting weird if my hair is up all the time when it's long, just in a different presentation. Luckily, I've found a couple of up-styles that play to a different vibe instead, but it's still... weird. I'm not sure if it's properly dysphoria, but it very much makes me feel super yucky about my face in body dysmorphia kinds of ways.
Thing the third. I recently decided to grow my hair long again. Not because of those things I figured out, although they're informing style goals. No, it's because I saw awesome, dark and gothic hair accessories that I wanted. Because apparently the "she" part of she/they really comes out when I'm shopping. Especially when I'm looking at jewelry. And this stuff was definitely hair jewelry. đ
But all of this shit? It's why some women sob after a haircut. Or even just at the prospect of a haircut. It made me realize that gender affirming haircuts aren't just for trans folks. It's the first exercise of bodily autonomy for so many of us, and too many of us have to fight far too hard for it. It is gendered and it is racial and it is a culture war being waged literally on our heads.
the thing about having long hair especially if you are a girl/perceived as one is people act like they will be personally offended if you cut it. INCLUDING! hair stylists who you are paying to cut it. double it if you have blonde/red/ginger/curly/etc hair. like the lack of autonomy ive been allowed to feel about my hair, even when its subtle still has me afraid to go to the stylist and ask for the haircut im paying to get.
#haircut#hair color#hair dye#hair confidence#hairstyles#hair accessories#hair treatment#black hair#crown act#is hair dysphoria a thing?
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The Ice Prince
(I am not the best writer But Iâm doing my best)
the nuke that the GIW had created, was devastating and catastrophic, destroying Dannyâs entire home universe with only a few survivors and unfortunately none of them were human only the halfas had survived.
And the blast had even reached the infinite realm, but the ghost King Phantom/Danny had used his own power to stop it from causing any devastation to the realms but in return he was weaken and badly injured, every ghost was terrified of what would happen to the king but clockwork had a solution, he used his powers to de-age Danny down to maybe a month old so that his body would have enough power to keep him alive in a smaller form. Every ghost was terrified for the safety and well-being of their king especially considering he was not fully ghost so they knew he couldnât stay in the ghost zone for long especially now, so while clockwork and the yetis was looking for a dimension for Danny to stay in Vlad, Dan and Dani as his only remaining family were making preparations for his new living circumstances, preparing caretakers creating a layout for his new home and even picking out and having toys and clothing created.
Clockwork in the end with the help of the yetis end up successfully finding a dimension that will both meet Dannyâs ghost needs and human needs perfectly and with the designs provided by Dannyâs family, they started creating a beautiful ice castle for him, and once it was finished it was transported to the dimension in the Arctic.
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Meanwhile at the watchtower the alarm started going off alerting the justice league on a unknown entity/entities in the Arctic near the fortress of solitude, alarmed supermen wants to immediately go to the Arctic but Batman refuses him to go alone offering to go with him.
Once they reached the fortress of solitude, they do not notice anything out of the ordinary, but as they search, they find a small Castle not too far away in the crevice of a cave, Superman at first tried to use his x-ray vision to see you what or who was inside but something was preventing him from doing that so both determined to figure out if the beings inside are a threat they enter the castle.
As they explore Batman and Superman come across many different rooms, first they find a kitchen, then they find the storage room, a living room, and a few more before they hear footsteps, they decided to hide in the closet nearby and what they see is a bunch of living ice statues walking past them with trays blankets and many other things, they decide to go in the direction opposite to that of the living ice statues.
They eventually come across a large room with two green-skinned humanoid creatures with dragon-like features inside, the two creatures were looking down at something that neither Superman and Batman could see what it was, after a few minutes, one of the Dragon like creatures turned off the lights and unfolded there large wings, gave a few flaps and flew out alongside their companion out of a large window.
Once Batman and Superman were sure the Dragon like creatures were gone, they entered the room, and, Batman would be looking around while Superman would look for the light switch, and once he did what they found was confusing, the largest room in this building was a nursery with a crib in the middle with a space theme mobile above it, and they both would be confused why the largest room in this building was a nursery, they would then approached the crib to find a baby more shockingly a human baby by its appearance, Black hair with the faintest of freckles across his face accompanied by his light skin that could mistake him as dead, wrapped in the finest silk blanket they have ever seen while wearing some sort of Greek clothing.
Batman terrified that the child might be dead turns to Superman to silently ask whether the child has a heartbeat or not. Superman would take a moment to listen and would then inform Batman that the child does have a heartbeat and unnaturally slow one but a heartbeat, nonetheless.
While Batmanâs trying to figure out what the situation is, Superman is fearing that the child was kidnapped, he would pick up the baby wanting to take him back to the watchtower to have a proper checkup done on the child, when Superman told Batman that he wants to take the baby back to the watchtower for a proper checkup Batman would counter saying that the Dragon like creatures are probably his parents, before Superman can protest they hear the Dragon like creatures returning, and in panic they both flee and Superman not realizing that he still has the baby in his arms carries the baby away from the castle.
Somehow neither Batman or Superman realized that Superman had the baby until they reached the JL base, and once they do realize Batman start scolding Superman for stealing a child especially from a species that they arenât fully aware of or know anything about. Superman counters that the child had no features from either of the possible parents and could be an infant that the two Dragon-like people stole from Earth so that they could playhouse.
While the entire Justice league is split on siding with either Superman or Batman who are both giving valid reasons for why their point of view is correct, the Green Lanterns are trying to find the origin of the Dragon-like people or more specifically where they are from.
As they argued the volume continued to increase eventually resulting in the child waking up still cradled in Supermanâs arms. The most beautiful pair of blue eyes like ice shards reflecting the beauty of the sky looked up at them and as the infant yawned it gave a cute grumpy little face indicating that he was upset that they interrupted his nap time.
Once everyone noticed the baby was awake, they started cooing and absolutely adoring the baby and the flash that was literally vibrating from excitement would run up to the baby so he can hold the infant, but the moment Danny spotted the slightest amount of electricity coming from the flash he immediately started crying and wailing.
The cry was loud, not loud enough to destroy the JL base but loud enough that anyone with enhance hearing had to cover their ears to try and avoid going def, Batman then immediately grabs the child from Superman and thanks to his years of experience with helping calm down small children and infants he calms the baby down, which is a relief to everyone.
After Batman managed to calm down the baby until he was only slightly whimpering, a very pale and panic Constantine,Dr. fate and zattana burst into the room, as they entered they started searching and scouring each nook and cranny of the room until their eyes landed on the whimpering child still in batmanâs arms, Constantine immediately goes even paler something no one knew could happen and in his frazzled state he would scream demanding to know why there was a child of the infinite realms in batmanâs arms. but nobody knows what the infinite realms are so while Constantine was drowning in his own panic, Dr. fate and zattana would explain to everyone what the infinite realms are, and Batman would explain the situation back telling them how Superman had taken the baby from an ice castle near the fortress of solitude.
Superman realizing his mistake offers to take the child back immediately but before he could the alarms at the base started to go off again, cyborg who was the closest immediately started typing across the computer in order to see if there was any world ending threat but what they see made all the magic users take a double take on what they were seeing.
A man with a blue skin tone whose hair is unbound by gravity and behaves like fire and blood red eyes alongside two more people, one of them who looks like a vampire who also has a bluish skin tone and the other one looks like a female version of the first one but younger and also with green eyes and a more humanoid skin tone.
Zattana would then stutter out loud and ask herself why on earth King Phantom is destroying government facilities alongside the Count Masters as well as Princess Spector, of the Infinite Realms. she would also ask herself why they were specifically targeting government facilities.
But then a giggle along with some clapping of tiny hands would catch their attention as they turn around to see the baby still in Batmanâs hands happily giggling and clapping their hands as they started grabbing out towards the screen specifically towards the three people on the screen.
Constantine would look at the screen and then at the child and he would see similarities between King Phantom and the child, the dots will then connect in his head and he would start having a strata panic attack and before anyone could realize what was going on Constantine would scream at Superman telling him that he just kidnapped the son of the king of the infinite realms.
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Dan, Vlad and Dani were all frantically searching for Danny since he randomly disappeared from the ice castle and due to past experiences, all three of them thought it was some form of government who took him so they immediately start destroying every government facility they could find so that they could find Danny.
They had gotten through 15 government facilities with no luck of finding Danny, until they were approached by three weirdly dressed individuals who addressed dan as King Phantom Dan was obviously confused at first and so was Vlad and Dani but Dan eventually realize that they probably think that he is Danny because of their similarities and the fact that no one knows that Danny is now in infant, Dan thinking that it would be funny decided to play along and he used his core to communicate with Vlad and Dani.
Funny, play along, funny, help find Danny,
Dan would then float over to the three weirdly dressed individuals and ask them what they want because heâs kind of busy,
The very strong looking woman would bow down to him and ask him if he is looking for his child.
Dan then applies himself properly telling them that he is indeed looking for his child and if they try and stop him, he wonât hold back.
The strong looking woman then introduces herself as Diana/wonder woman and reassures Dan that they are not here to stand in his way, she instead tells him that she actually knows where his child is.
Dan raises an eyebrow, and addresses wonder woman telling her to describe the child, so he makes sure that they are talking about the right kid.
Wonder woman would then talk describing Danny, black hair, blue eyes, pale skin with freckles and she would even mention the unbelievable loud cry that left many members of the JL disorientated.
Dan realizing that they actually have Danny and would ask her who they are and why they have Danny, wonder woman seeing the rage billed in his eyes would invite him back to the watchtower so he could retrieve his child and that they can explain the situation to him, dan agrees.
As they were going up to the watchtower dan, Vlad and Dani would speak in ghost dialect to each other.
Dan: so, these people think I am phantom, and I think we should keep up the act because itâs safer for Danny if they believe I am him and that he is my son.
Dani: that makes sense but what am I then?
Dan: while we donât have to change the fact that you are his sister so just continue just pretend to be his older sister.
Dani: ok :D
Vlad: what about me?
Dan: I donât know old man pretend to be his grandfather.
Vlad: ok :/
once they reached the main room of the watchtower, Dani immediately zooms into the room right in front of batman politely asking him if she can have her little brother, batman who had gotten Danny to fall asleep again would then give the baby to her.
She would then float over to Dan and gives Danny to him, Dan and Vlad then look over Danny to make sure he has no injuries and then Dan would address the group asking them what happened and why his son was here, Batman would then explained that they got an alert about something near the fortress of solitude and that alert would be the castle where they found the baby and Superman thought it was a human child that was stolen so he ended up accidentally kidnapping the baby.
Dan would have given Danny to Vlad as he uses his fingers to rub his nose in annoyance before giving a sigh of relief thanking the ancients that it wasnât some government facility that kidnapped him wanting to experiment on him, the justice league especially the magic users would get very concerned by the comment and dani realizing that they might be confused, would explain that in another world a government facility had labelled all beings from the infinite realms as not sentient and started kidnapping and experimenting on them, but that universe no longer existed mainly due to the idiotic actions of the government facility blowing up their own universe.
Dan would then turn to Vlad and tell him that theyâre going to need to move the castle and maybe add a bit more security, Superman would then speak up saying that they could keep the castle where it is and they will make sure no one will go near it without authorization.
Dan would look at Superman and nod his head, but would still remarking to Vlad that they still need to increase the security since no one should be able to get near his little sunshine (he holds back the need to throw up after saying that), batman would look at Dan wanting to ask questions but even he knew now was not the best time also he could feel someone staring daggers into the back of his neck something that didnât bother him nor cared about but he didnât want to give Constantine a heart attack not yet at least.
Dan would then open a portal directly to the ice castle and would give his farewells to the Justice league as he went through Vlad with Danny in his arms following close behind and dani just after them and once the portal closed all the magic users in the room gave a sigh of relief along with a few of the other heroes who based on Constantineâs reaction understood the severity of the situation
And in the meantime, Dan, Vlad and Dani would be settling Danny back in his room and would be arranging more security and more caretakers since they do not want another situation like this.
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(If there are any grammatical errors or spelling mistakes or anything like that just ignore them I'm not going back to fix them)
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mi casa es su casa
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Summary: Marc moves in. Vale has a crisis.
Set in end-2026.
T, rosquez, 4355w.
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There had been the weight of something guilt-adjacent pressing on Vale's chest ever since the start of Marc's moving out party.
Initially, he didn't think too much of it when they decided that Marc would be the one to uproot himself and live with Vale. After all, Vale had a perfectly nice house - clean, spacious, well-organised - and he had his own track. There was plenty to keep Marc happy. Why wouldn't he want to be there?
He only realised that this was a considerable sacrifice on Marc's part when Marc spent his party tearing up at the most random things, between loud laughs and stupid jokes.
"You're thirty-three, it's about time," Alex said, probably only partially in jest. But a man would have to be oblivious to ignore the way they stuck by each other's sides for the night, despite the small crowd of friends and family who were present. Like twins, they were. Alex's girlfriend looked highly amused. Vale felt disturbed.
Their living room was filled with large boxes of Marc's possessions. A courier company would pick them up the next day. Vale did not put himself in proximity of the boxes when he could avoid it. He was suddenly itching to head back to Tavullia as quickly as possible in order to clear out drastically more space for Marc to make himself at home. If he could, he would tell Marc to stay here for a few more days while Vale did a better job at making room for him. He'd left him half the wardrobe and an entire room for his office, but what if Marc needed more? What if he secretly hated the bed or the furnishings? They could redo the interior from scratch if they had to.
He'd never considered that he was asking for so much when he asked Marc to stay with him. Marc didn't complain or use it as leverage against him. He never seemed to use anything as leverage. Even when they first got back together and Marc had misgivings, he had been too kind, too quick to forgive. Vale kept waiting and waiting for the other shoe to drop, for Marc to realise that he actually was still angry. He never did.
Vale decided that he would never take more than he gave to Marc again, but here they were.
When the party dispersed, Marc detached himself from Alex to nestle into Vale's side. He had a glass of red wine in hand and a light flush to his cheeks, but he never drank very much anymore for health reasons, and no amount of alcohol had ever been enough to make him clumsy in the first place.
"Let's sit down," Marc said, leading them to the living room sofa, the only clear space amidst the boxes. He laid his head on Vale's lap once Vale was seated. Somehow, he did not spill a drop of wine. Vale took the glass from him to place on a box. He ran his fingers through Marc's hair, clean and conditioned. Marc washed it too frequently for oil to accumulate.
He smiled softly, rather like a satisfied cat.
"Alex says he arranged for the courier to come in later so he can drive us to the airport tomorrow," he said.
"That's good," Vale said. He wasn't sure if he and Alex would ever see eye to eye, but Marc deserved the send-off he wanted. "Are you looking forward to going?"
He knew the answer wasn't a clear yes. He wanted to hear what Marc would say- if he would lie.
"I always look forward," Marc said philosophically. "Back is where you have regrets."
Vale sighed. "Brat. That wasn't what I meant."
Marc shrugged with one shoulder. "But it's my answer."
He looked simultaneously keyed-up and exhausted. Vale nudged him up and into his bedroom. He could afford to be selfish and let his brother take care of the house for him one more time. That, and Vale didn't like being surrounded by all of Marc's things when they were packed away.
Marc took a detour to rinse his wine glass. Vale was otherwise gratified to have him follow.
--
They arrived at Vale's home the next day with Marc's gigantic suitcase. Vale needed Marc to unpack everything so he would take up his half of the wardrobe instead of living as a guest, but he found himself tongue-tied on the subject, and didn't say anything when Marc went straight to taking a shower.
"You are not going to live out of a suitcase, are you?" Vale asked afterwards, hoping he didn't sound too perturbed. He had followed Marc out of the bathroom - now with the addition of Marc's basic toiletries - to remind him where the laundry basket was. Vale's very yellow basket, which Marc would never purchase for himself. Vale had the strange urge to throw it away and buy a neutral one. Maybe in grey, since Marc's entire house had been weirdly dull and spartan.
Marc gave him a inquiring look. "I'll unpack after a nap. Are we cooking dinner?"
It was five in the evening, and if Marc's idea of domestic bliss included a habit of cooking, Vale would need to restock his fridge. "We can drive out to pick up something you like."
Marc perked up. "Pizza?"
"Whatever you want," Vale said, shamefully relieved to have a request to fulfil. He didn't know why this- this thing about getting Marc to be more obtrusive was so uncomfortable. It sat like a lead weight in his chest. He would flay himself to get it out. "Just ask for more Marc, please," he wanted to say.
"Let me get ready too, then we go," Vale said, putting his hands against Marc's waist to move around him. Marc leaned into his touch and slanted a glance at him. He puckered his lips for a kiss. It was sweet, corny nonsense that Vale should be working harder for, but Marc wanted, so he gave. And Marc was too easily satisfied.
--
Vale emerged from the bathroom to see that Marc had quickly put away all of his clothes. His suitcase stood neatly in a corner, tucked beside the door. A bag of chargers and cables sat at the centre of the foot of the bed, not claiming either side.
"I thought I would pack everything," Marc said with a little grin.
A suitcase of clothes had far from enough clothes to fill a wardrobe, and Marc and had missed out on a nap for this. Vale regretted speaking. He should have left Marc to his devices, so he could have walked out of the bathroom and tripped over Marc's luggage spread out on the floor. Then he would have cursed and acquired a bruise, and maybe Marc would laugh because he always did, this time from bed, with the lackadaisical approach of a man who had made himself too comfortable to move.
The neatness was bothersome.
It would be better when Marc's things arrived by courier.
"Of course, make yourself at home," Vale said. He sat down in the middle of the bed and signalled for Marc to join him. When he did, clean and barefoot, Vale took him in his arms and tipped them over. He arranged them carefully to avoid aggravating any old injuries. Marc's head was pillowed on his upper arm. They faced each other from a hair's breadth away. Eye contact with Marc was interesting; he never looked away first. Back when Vale had been wrong, he used to find it sinister.
"You should pick a side of the bed," Vale said.
Marc curled himself up more comfortably; compact and cat-like. Vale had always been fond of cats. "Like this is good. I don't mind," Marc said.
"You will make my arm numb," Vale complained. Marc laughed brightly.
"Then we are the same."
It was a rare acknowledgement that his arm troubled him. Vale marvelled every time he was open. Sometimes he said things that made Vale cringe, and Vale would probably have to die before he could return the sentiment.
Vale pulled him closer so his lips grazed Marc's forehead and inhaled the sweet scent of his shampoo. Marc closed his eyes. "I'm finally here," he said.
--
When asked later that evening, Marc claimed that he had not many possessions.
He looked through Vale's collection of DVDs and vinyls with interest, but little recognition. "They look important, you don't have to get rid of any of these," he said, turning down Vale's offer. "I don't have a lot of stuff that belongs here. Maybe leave a space for my Playstation."
"It's small, there's already space for it," Vale said. He was imploring, though he did not know what for. His collections were painstakingly put together and organised. He did not want to give them up, but he couldn't rest until he did something.
"That's good, no?" Marc asked. "Everything is on Netflix for me. I can use this for my pictures," he said, waving at an empty space next to the television.
"Everything is not on Netflix," Vale said, aghast. One could even argue that none of the good shows were on Netflix.
"Like MotoGP and football," Marc agreed. "Anyway, I have nothing."
Vale exhaled deeply. Marc wasn't trying to be difficult, he told himself, he was being considerate. "Are you sure?" he had to ask once more.
He watched Marc train his eyes along the shelves, pausing briefly at the photos of his current rivals - Vale's protĂŠgĂŠs - and his model bikes.
"No it's fine, you can keep your things. I don't have a lot that fits here. I don't like a clutter," he said.
Vale did like a clutter. He had an treasured collection, full of taste and personality, all put proudly on display. He briefly considered throwing it all away just to murder the thing that sat on his chest.
--
Marc mainly took up little unobtrusive sections of the house that had been cleared up for him in the first place. One had to look carefully to ascertain that he lived there. Maybe that was how he tended to occupy a home.
He repurposed the vanity in their bedroom to serve its actual function, and lined it up neatly with little glass bottles of skin products that he used with disciplined rigour. There was a day routine and a night routine that required different products, he explained. And since he needed to wash off sweat after exercising, he needed a good moisturiser to offset the dryness caused by soap. Vale didn't know anyone else who took so many showers. It seemed to be an entirely self-inflicted problem.
Marc had products for bags under his eyes, even though his eyes were already nice. He had products to soothe his skin, even though his skin was clear.
Vale didn't understand this. There was a logic to the little rituals of self-care that only women and gay men were privy to, he supposed. He could admit to himself that he was slightly bisexual, but attraction to Marc didn't mean he had adopted the rest of the package.
In the coming days, Marc's gorgeous RC213V would arrive with his contingent of training bikes, and he informed Vale of his idea to have it accompany Vale's M1 in the bedroom. That, Vale understood better, and it was the statement of presence he looked forward to. The two bikes would stand side by side in violent, erotic glory: his elegant blue lady, and Marc's happy-go-lucky devil in disguise. Marc didn't use to keep a bike in his bedroom, but he said that having only a Yamaha in his proximity felt imbalanced.
"They'll be watching us," Vale said gleefully. Marc gave him a look that suggested his thoughts were weird, but he laughed anyway.
--
The lead weight in Vale's chest kept twisting over the next week. He told himself that things would improve when Marc's cartons of possessions finally arrived, but he didn't convince himself it was true.
Knowing Marc as he knew him, the transition was not as painless as he pretended. No doubt he was able to handle the changes well, but his happiness was another question. Vale should have considered this problem a long time before the move. Even if he could clone himself twenty times, he could not produce Marc a social network. They should have started working on one earlier.
In Tavullia, Marc's physio and training were done under the supervision of professionals recommended by Vale's contacts. They were good and knowledgeable, but they were not friends. Marc was accustomed to the little gang of Spaniards he had known for years. He was hard pressed to assemble one here.
Vale had the academy to provide all of these systems for himself and the boys, but he could not do the same for Marc, because Marc was cynical to the idea that the persistent companionship of his competitors would do him favours. At the most, he would take advantage of free track access and take part in a few friendly races. Based on experience, Vale unfortunately agreed this those were reasonable measures.
He decided to tweak his waking habits to accompany Marc when he went cycling on some mornings, and Marc smiled at him as though he lit up the sky. Making him smile was so easy sometimes, though it shouldn't be.
--
"These all go in the wardrobe," Marc directed, once he grouped his boxes by category. He'd written the labels in Spanish, and while Vale could hazard a guess at what they meant, it was easier for Marc to sort through them himself.
Vale balked at the number of wardrobe boxes. An entire wall of cupboards and shelves had been set aside for Marc in their walk-in wardrobe - or, more accurately, Vale had never populated them himself in the first place. Girlfriends used to keep their clothes there; now Marc. There was a reason he built it so large.
Marc's clothes and shoes would probably fit with ease. Then he had a handful of things left for the rest of their house. Vale's concern grew.
"Do you have more things to send over?" he asked, even though he knew that he had pressed on the issue one time too many. Marc, no matter how oblivious he chose be (and he really wasn't that blunt), was sure to realise that there was something more deeply-rooted underlying these quetions than mere consideration.
Marc studied him, and Vale knew he had been understood to some degree. It was a nasty, unwanted feeling.
"I'm ordering another coffee machine because I prefer mine, and I still have to do up my office," he said. He offered a pretty smile with all of his teeth. "I love you," he added, as though it was sufficient reassurance.
They set to work unboxing all of Marc's clothes and shoes with demoralising efficiency. A dark corner of Vale's mind said that if everything could be unpacked in a day, they could be repacked within the same time.
He slowed the process down, catching Marc by the waist whenever he walked past and distracting him. It appeared that Marc was in a mood to humour him, so he pushed. Vale unfolded one of Marc's plain beige T-shirts and covered his face with it. He was fully capable of low-grade slapstick humour that Marc was never immune to.
"Vale," Marc began, amused, though he was likely going to nag.
"I am getting used to your scent," Vale said meditatively. "Smells like five baths a day."
Marc, predictably, laughed. He shoved at him. "It smells like detergent. Which I'm changing our brand for, by the way."
Change whatever you want, Vale didn't say.
By the time they took a break for lunch, their wardrobe was less than half done. Vale gazed upon their slow progress with the same victorious feeling that he once took pole positions with. Maybe Marc would have a difficult time moving out after all.
--
The worst moment of Vale's life concerning Marc was quite possibly when his autographed helmets were taken out of a carton. This sounded innocuous, but it was not. It at that moment that Vale realised he should have been more guarded, because Marc remained the same conniving personality he had always been.
He accepted that this was a part of Marc's character, but he didn't enjoy being taken by surprise by it. Marc didn't do things like this and forget. He was always intentional, but he had alluded to nothing on the subject. Until now.
In a translucent plastic box, tucked beneath a bubble-wrapped Aleix Espagaro helmet, were his weapons. Vale hadn't thought about them in a long time. He knew, factually, that Marc once owned them. He feigned ignorance about the whole subject. If he'd bothered to ponder a little bit more, he might have wrongly suspected that Marc had thrown them out in a fit of betrayed rage. That would be the most reasonable course of action, after past events.
Of course, it would not be accurate to describe Marc as a reasonable person. Vale never actually thought that he would have to confront young Marc's lovingly assembled collection of VR46 model bikes.
"These should be yours," Marc said as he presented Vale with the box. His eyes were opened too wide in the way he had when he was up to something. He didn't always do casual or underhanded, sometimes he stabbed from the front.
Vale took the box as though it scalded. "I will put them up, if you want," he said, his mind churning to figure out what he could make of any of this - what it meant for his weaknesses, for his levels of tolerance in their relationship. What it meant for Marc's residence in this house. The implications felt loaded. He didn't know where they began.
"You can decide," Marc said. He covered Vale's hands with his own. His palms were tender, large and warm. His familiar calluses reminded Vale that he could scar. "I don't have all of them - the newer ones." He didn't have to explain why.
Marc left to put his helmets into Vale's display cabinet. His presence hovered. Vale could feel him watching, even though he could not have eyes behind his back. They had always been overly conscious of each other.
Vale traded his own bikes for Marc's, painstakingly, one at a time. It was a special kind of torture. Marc's bikes were indistinguishable from his own. They were perfectly cared for, the dust cleaned away before they were packed. He'd purchased good quality models ones. The colours didn't fade.
The miserable feeling from Marc's going away party was more present than ever. It was going to suffocate him in his sleep. He didn't know what to do. He'd been trying so hard to make peace with it over the past days.
He only stopped when all of his own bikes up to 2015 were in the box, and Marc's were fully on display. Marc stood by his side to watch him put the final touches.
"They're where they belong now," he said, with a small smile. "When I was a kid, I never thought..." he didn't finish the sentence.
Vale looked at his living room. Marc had left his fingerprints, but only Vale would know. He'd asked for something, and Marc had delivered.
He hated it. If Marc ever left, he would probably leave the bikes here for good now. He couldn't imagine him putting them back in a box one at a time, now that he'd gifted them away. It was impossible. But Vale would never be able to get rid of the knowledge that these bikes once sat in the shelf of Marc's childhood bedroom. They existed in the liminal realm of ownership between them.
Vale's things stared back at him. His furniture, his vinyls, his television, and Marc's bikes with his number on them, blending in as though they had never been Marc's at all.
"It is weird to put them there," he allowed himself to say.
Marc's smile turned wistful. He pulled Vale in by the neck gently. "Yes. But I had to bring them along, you know? They don't mean a lot to Alex, but they mean a lot to me."
Again, there was Marc's propensity for saying sickly sentimental things without shame.
Vale couldn't decide how to respond, so he held him close.
--
That night, Vale sat up with a start after drifting to the verge of sleep. He had an epiphany.
Marc was already in deep in slumber. Well rested and at peace, this was the least difficult he could ever be. When Marc was awake, he was wilful and complicated.
Vale traced his silhouette with his eyes in the dimness. He would very much like to keep Marc around, and he had figured out how to. He opened his browser with feverish instinct. He had solved the problem.
The easiest thing would be to search for the most recent model, the championship-winning Desmosedici, but Vale needed the symbolism - something with meaning.
He sifted through several second-hand listings of 1:12 Minichamps models for Marc's capricious, violent terror of a 2015 bike. It was the one that ended it all, before they built themselves back. He needed one in mint condition. He would prefer if it could arrive within the week.
It would be Marc's. Vale would receive it and gift it to him, the same way he had been given those bikes on his shelf. Marc would have no choice but to accept, cornered into the same game that he had forced Vale into. He couldn't ever trash them because he would love them. He couldn't leave it behind if he moved out - how could he be angry and allow Vale continue owning his beloved 93 bikes? It would be absurd. He would have to hold on to them, and be forced to remember exactly who they had come from.
This was perfect. This was the only way to tackle the situation. Now Marc couldn't simply leave.
Vale placed an order. Then he laid back down, too stimulated to fall asleep for the night. But the load would be lifted from his chest. He knew what he had to do.
--
"I'm clearing a shelf for you," Vale told Marc over breakfast. He had scrambled them eggs since he was already awake, and it was increasingly obvious that Marc was better utilised relegated to table-setting and operating the coffee machine.
Marc regarded him with mild intrigue. "I told you I don't need one," he said.
Vale smirked. "You will."
Marc raised his eyebrows in response, and the beginnings of a smile twisted his lip. His expression begged to be challenged. Well, he wouldn't be there if he wanted Vale to be easy.
--
Six days later, Vale handed Marc a little red gift box tied up in a red bow.
"Welcome home," he said.
Marc looked at it, stared at Vale, then tugged the tail of the ribbon without taking his stare away from Vale's face. The knot fell apart in his hands.
"What is it?" he asked levelly. It was clear that this was no ordinary gift.
Vale was impatient as all hell. "You already opened it," he said, gesturing for Marc to continue. He would not spoil his own surprise.
Marc lifted the lid carefully. He would be able to tell on sight which year the bike came from. They had come to ruins over it, and they had mended themselves. They still never discussed that year.
A crease appeared between Marc's brows. "Why this one?" he asked.
"I will give you the rest another day," Vale said. Suddenly, he wondered if Marc would understand what he meant. Marc usually did, but there had been a few times in the past when everything Vale said just served to push him further away.
Vale recalled sitting in a press conference in Assen that fateful year, when Marc sank deeper and deeper into bottled-up fury, and he would not even explode so they could address it. He kept his anger, diluted it, then took it upon himself to forgive unilaterally. Vale hadn't realised when Marc stopped being angry. At that time, he assumed it went on for much too long.
"It's important, that year," he tried to explain. "I wanted to show that I am not avoiding it. It was there, we were- I was unkind. But we are here now, and I would like you to stay with me."
Marc had a few variations of a controlled smile. This one was uncommon, eyes deep in emotion, and lips barely curved. He could be difficult to interpret, but the last time Vale had seen it this face was when he made a hash of telling Marc he loved him. Marc had obviously said it first, then Vale struggled with it for two weeks; first wondering if he would even be honest if he said it back, then realising his mouth wouldn't cooperate with him when he wanted to. He'd written it on a hotel stationery in the end, a letter switched to make it Spanish rather than Italian so the meaning wouldn't be so emphatic for himself, and slipped it into Marc's hand while he slept.
It was a little bit terrible. He knew that too. Marc had made this same expression when he approached Vale about it.
"You are very bad at this," he said then, like he said now.
"Forgive me once more," Vale said, kissing him, and biting into the flesh of his lip so he would understand.
The last time, Marc had become so much easier and certain with the knowledge that Vale wanted him, that it became simple for Vale to ask him to move in shortly after. And this time, Vale was hopeful that it meant forward steps as well.
"I will put it on the shelf," Marc said, with a tolerant eye roll. The barely-there curve to his lip stayed. Vale followed him to the living room, slinging an arm around Marc's shoulder and feeling light at last.
#shu's fics#motogp rpf#rosquez#tbh this was difficult because they refuse to say anything of importance to each other
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wish upon a cowboy
chapter 6: something to live for
pairing: raider!joel miller x fem!reader
Summary: A rugged raider takes you under his wing after hunters leave you for dead. The two of you form a team and you quickly grow attached to himâmumbling, grumbling, protective Joel Miller. When you divulge your wishes to experience life before the outbreak, Joel decides to make them come true. All of them.
warnings: age gap (early 20s/mid 40s), praise kink, breeding kink, daddy kink, unplanned pregnancy, pregnancy sex, unprotected piv, canon-typical violence, light choking, dom!Joel, angst, joel is bad at feelings word count: 4k (chapter 6) rating: 18+ explicit MDNI
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a/n: Switching to past tense POV because Iâm learning that 1st person isnât for me. Bear with me and thank you for your patience <3 Also, I am adding a few more tags that I should have added before. ~~~
You learned from an old First Time Expecting book that the first day of your pregnancy is the first day of your last period, which meant you were about ten weeks pregnant by now.
Joel had grown increasingly protective over you. He was hovering over you more, making sure you had enough to eat, enough to drink, and that you werenât too tired on your journey.
If your feet hurt, he'd stop. Youâd swat him away and tell him you were fine, but he was persistent.
Hundreds of giant trees hugged the small clearing you two called your temporary home, a safe sanctuary far enough away from the madness but close enough to town to gather what you needed. You emerged from the tent Joel built for youâand only you because he always slept outside and guarded you like a dog. He had a mug of coffee pressed to his lips and his eyes fixated on a map of the United States.
âMorninâ,â he said gruffly, setting the cup down on the oakwood box, the wet coffee staining his mustache darker shades of gray-brown.
âGood morning.â You tuck a strand of hair behind your ear. âDid you get any sleep?â
âSome.â
âYou need any help with anythinâ?â You asked, brows pinching together as you cast a glance over at the dwindling food supplies. Youâd just about picked over the town, as much as you could without risking your lives at least. And both of you were having trouble in the hunting department. Joel didnât want to use guns anymore out of fear of drawing attention to yourselves after what happened at the house. You needed to lay low for a while.
âNo.â He said firmly.
Not that it mattered if he put you to work or not. Over the last few weeks, youâve kept yourself busy with your own projects. Like gathering wood and sticks to make trap boxes. You had about four done by now, and were working on a stick trap now that you planned to set up just north of here.
You learned to make traps back in the QZ and even prided yourself on winning first place in the trap creation contest at your high school. Every kid had to go through a checklist of acquired survival skills to graduate from the academy. Basic first aid, cooking, hunting or trapping, mechanics, and foraging.
It was safe to say that you had very entry-level experience with all of the above, none of which were ever applied out in the field, but something was better than nothing. Now you were well accustomed to trapping, enough to at least catch some squirrels and bunnies to help keep both of you somewhat fed. Still, most of your traps were empty when you checked them. Food scarcity was slowly creeping up on both of you.
Joel watched you from his spot near the fire as you got back to it, working the twine around the sticks to wind them together. Things had been off since you had sex, but never spoke of it and it hasnât happened again since. Your relationship was bordering on platonic as your conversations usually revolved around day-to-day chores and what youâd eat for dinner that evening.
The lack of connection with Joel left you feeling hollow. You werenât sure what you were hoping for. It would be ridiculous to assume heâd just be your boyfriend and the two of you would live happily ever after. No, he wasnât your boyfriend, but you werenât back to whatever it was you were before you had sex either. And now itâs out in the open that youâre about to be the mother of his child.
Joelâs different moods were giving you whiplas. He was sweet with you one day, taking you on imaginary diner dates and making love to you next to a fire, and the next he was icy cold and barely seemed to want you around.
It stung.
âYou should sleep. I can keep an eye on everything.â You didnât want him to feel obligated to do everything and protect you all the time at his own expense. It wasnât worth it if he was going to start getting grumpy with you again.
ââM fine,â he croaked, voice saturated with exhaustion.
âWatcha lookinâ at there?â You asked, jutting your chin out to the map in his hands.
âPlanninâ our next move,â he said flatly, and you expected him to share more but you realize youâre going to have to extract it out of him just like with everything else.
âI think I should have a say in that, no?â
âLike I had a say in when you were finally gonna tell me about my kid in your belly?â He snapped back.
You crossed your arms, feeling his eyes like daggers on you before he dragged his gaze back down to the map. âSo youâre mad at me.â
There was silence for a few moments and you started to think that heâs going to ignore you until finally, he said, ââM looking at the routes to Wyoming.â
âWyoming? Whatâs in Wyoming?â
âMy brother. Tommy.â
âOkayâŚâ you supported Joel reconnecting with his brother, said so from the start. But right now, your pregnant brain tried to wrap your head around where his thought process was. Two months ago, he never wanted to see his brother again. Then he gets a girl knocked up, stays up all night boring his eyes into a map, and then says he wants to trek to Wyoming with his baby mama. âAnd then what happens when we get to Wyoming?â
âHeâll know what to do. Wherever he is, wherever he left the Fireflies to be, âm pretty sure itâs a place weâd want to be too.â
âBack when Tommy ân I wereââ Joel flicked his gaze briefly to the ground and then back to you, stopping himself from divulging too much about his past. You both knew that Joel was a raider, but it wasnât somethinâ Joel let roll off his tongue carelessly. You figured it was a shame he couldnât bear to hear.
If you were being honest with yourself, it was a truth you didnât like to think about either. You always thought of Joel as a good man. He saved you. He had good in him. You knew that. The rest didnât matter if it was all in the past. Right?
Your mind flashed back to all of the dead men back in that house. They had to die, or both of you would have. Thatâs what you told yourself as you washed the memory back, burying it somewhere deep in the crevices of your mind and shifting your focus to winding twine around sticks.
Joel took another sip of stale coffee. âWe planted Tommy in the QZ to help us make some deals easier. Rest of us didnât live in there with all their rules, so we chose to roam free. Had a ranch outside the city ân everything. Then it all went to shit when FEDRA caught Tommy with us and he had to run for it.â He shook his head, probably remembering some fight they had before he left.
âI asked him to stay with us, but⌠He was done.â Joel continued.
âWhatever happened between you, Iâm sure that heâll forgive you. Heâs your brother.â
âI donât know. But I have to try. We canât stay out here forever with you like thisâŚâ His eyes shot up to your stomach and then back to his cup. He knocked back the rest of the coffee and then propped his elbows on his knees. He wipes his face with his palm.
âI trust you. If you say we need to go, then I trust you. I think itâs a good idea to reconnect with you brother, I always have. I just hope youâre sure about where he is.â You could tell he was stressed by the dark circles under his eyes. This was weighing on him already. âItâs a long journey from here, and we donât know what weâll find along the way. It would be a shame if we went all the way there and didnât find what we were looking for.â
âHeâs alive. I know him.â
âThatâs not what I meant.â
âHeâs alive, and heâs in Wyoming. Thatâs the end of the story.â
âOkay,â you whispered. âI trust you.â Whether or not Tommy was alive wasnât what you were concerned about. You were concerned about whether or not you and Joel would make it alive. You were about to journey through no manâs land. A pregnant girl with no fighting experience and Joel, whose capabilities you didnât doubt, but he was still just one man.
He took another sip of his coffee and sets the chipped mug down, mustache wet with coffee. âYou hungry?â
âUm, not right now.â There isnât enough food for the day yet, but maybe if you finish this trapâŚ
âHow about some eggs?â
âYou found eggs?â Your eyes grow wide with excitement.
âSure did. Got a rabbit too. I finished up some arrows for the crossbow and hunted it early this morning.â He looks proud of himself, and heâs got a right to be.
âJoel.â Your eyes narrowed on the man.
âWhat?â
âSleep.â There was an unnatural command to your voice that you werenât used to, but you couldnât stand to let him destroy himself.
âI will. Later.â
********
The night air was so cold that it stung the parts of you that werenât snuggled up inside your sleeping bag. Joel was crouching beside you, shuffling through his pack to find something warmer to put on. You insisted that he get some sleep, but he gruffly refused. Said he needed to keep watch in case any of the nocturnal creaturesâor worseâwandered into your camp. He was about as stubborn as the persistent sores on your feet, so you didnât try to persuade him further.
Joel hovered at the entrance of the tent, brows furrowing in thought as his eyes focused on the corner of the ocean-blue tarp. In the distance, you could see the campfireâs bright yellow waves splashing against the silhouette of branches, jagged arms stretching toward the moon.
The orange glow from the fire radiated along Joelâs profile, illuminating his fierce jawline and the curve of his nose.
âSo how long have you known exactly?â Joelâs voice was a gentle whisper, careful not to startle any animals that might lurk outside the clearing.
You sighed, chewing your cheek. Joel wasnât stupid. He knew that you kept this a secret from him. âJust a couple weeks or so, I guess.â
âân why didnât you tell me sooner?â Joelâs nostrils flared slightly. What transpired between you the night before had been a fleeting moment, an eruption of emotions, heat, physical attraction, and the adrenaline from surviving an altercation. You worried that was all it was.
âItâs not easy being a woman, Joel. Especially not now. We never know what to expect and we need to be prepared for the worst.â You began, but you saw the pressing look in Joelâs gaze that reflected his dissatisfaction with your answer. âI was afraid.â
ââFraidâa what?â His Texan tang almost sounds mean with the way his voice raises a decibel above a whisper like heâs accusing you of somethingâand he wouldnât be wrong in that. He tutted. âDamn, I knew it. Youâve been walking around carrying my child for weeks and didnât think I should know?â
âI was afraid that youâd leave me if you knew.â
You wished you could engrain the image of his face into your mind, the epitome of utter shock. His face twisted and his nose scrunched in disgust. It confirmed your suspicions that he was mad at you.
âOh, donât look at me like that, Joel. Thisââ you paused, thinking about the love you have for the baby growing inside you, but knowing full well you canât offer them much in terms of quality of life. âThis isnât the time to be pregnant. I know back then it used to be somethinâ to be happy aboutâthrow parties over or some shit, and yeah Iâd give anything for a chance to live like they did. To have a child in a world where I felt like they had a fighting chance to thrive. To be happy. But nowâŚ?â
You laughed through your nose, casting your gaze to the slit of the tent. Trying hard to ignore the growing lump in your throat that threatened to make your voice go squeaky as tears well up in the corner of your eyes.
Hold it in, hold it in, hold it in.
âWasnât always somethinâ people planned. Trust me,â he grumbled.
You tilted your head.
âLookâŚâ He rubs his hand down his face and then his eyes flick to you, still searing your gaze into the firepit crackling outside. âSweetheart⌠I'm soâI'm so sorry. I shouldn't of taken advantage of you like that, Iâm not the guy you think I am. IâmâŚâ
âItâs not your fault, Joel. Weâre both adults. We knew what we were doinâ.â
He looked over his shoulder and gazed out at the dwindling fire.
âBack then, people had kids thinkinâ everythinâ was gonna be fine. Then the fuckinâ world collapsed and now their kids are either miserable or dead.â He said.
âWe could have died back there. What if you had died and they took me? Kept me around to use as they pleased and then disposed of me when I was no longer useful. Maybe they woulda spared me and kept me around and then did God-knows-what to me while Iâm carrying your child. You want that for our baby?â Thereâs something in your tone thatâs almost begging for Joel to say he doesnât want this. Doesnât want you.
âNo.â He frowned.
âI know you donât want this. And I wonât be mad at you for beinâ honest with me, âmkay?â There was no use in pretending to be something you guys werenât ever going to be. Your eyes watered and your stupid brain thought of that dumb cardboard cutout family from Target. You wanted to rip it to shreds.
Joelâs chest rose and fell. He studied you, eyes never tearing away from yours.
âThe second you told me you were pregnant, I realized I had somethinâ to live for. Someone to fight for.â
The tears finally poured, spilling down your cheek. You folded your lips together to hold back the sobs, tasting the salty wetness that coated them.
âCome're.â He hugged you from behind. âWeâre gonna be just fine, okay? Weâre gonna figure this out. Iâll make sure ya have everything ya need.â He was whispering into your neck.
âI need you to be more careful is what I need. Thought I might lose you back in town. I donât want to feel like that ever again.â
âBaby, I told you ainât nothinâ gonna happen to me.â He framed your chin with his hand and angled your head upward. â Look at meâlook. Iâm fine. Weâre fine.â
Even though he was right, even though it was clear as day that Joel had an almost supernatural ability to live like bad, unwatered grass that just didnât die, you still felt an ominous tug warning you to be careful. That your life with Joel would be comparable to weathering a vicious storm that threatened to strip you of your basic resources. It was a gnawing feeling somewhere deep in your chest, a worrying sensation that if anything happened to Joel, you and your baby wouldnât be able to endure this life.
Joel held you, one arm slipped into your sleeping bag and curled around your waist and the other draped over the worn fabric of the bag. âStay and lay with me. Please.â
âNo. I need to go out and keep watch. Canât be lettinâ my guard down.â
âNot even for a few minutes?â You bat your lashes and nibble on your bottom lip.
âNo.â
âSo mean,â you tease. âSo strict.â
âNot that again.â You felt his rumbling voice against your back.
âI just want to help you relax a little. Take the edge off.â
No wasnât an answer you wanted to hear right now. You subtly rolled your hips against his thighs and he stiffened behind you.
Stubborn man.
âI have more on my wishlist, you know.â You smirked devilishly, knowing you were being a manipulative little brat but you didnât care. âStuff I want to do⌠Positions I want to tryâŚâ You pressed back into his crotch against, turning your neck to look up at him. You suddenly felt something hard against your ass. He groaned, hand sliding down to your hip and squeezing.
âTell me what else youâd want to do that you ainât done yet.âHis voice was dripping with lust as he smiled, his teeth against your cheek.
âI want to make love in a tent out in the woods. All. Night. Long.â
âFuckâŚâ His lips were on your neck, sucking on the soft skin and lapping circles in between sucks. His kisses trailed up and down your neck, frantic and heady.
You turned your head back around to look at him with hooded eyes, gaze landing on his lips in longing. Then your mouth found his, nibbling and tugging on his bottom lip. He let you play and tease him for a minute before giving in to his carnal urges, slipping his tongue into your mouth and forcing you to swallow his groans.
His thumb and forefinger found one of your peaks, pulling the nub a few times. Teasing you. Then he rolled it and you felt every part of your body tingle. Suddenly you imagined you were back in that cabin. On the floor by the fire, naked for him when he took you that first time. It was the first time you made love that he gave you a baby, and it would be a memory you would never forget.
Joel felt something shift in you as he pawed at your breast and it excited him. He rolled his hips into your ass with need. Demanding hands grabbed the lining of your pants and yanked them down. Then he was pressed up against you again and you could feel his warmth through his jeans. You felt him hard and pulsing with need against your ass.
He teased the entrance of your panties, just above the little bow on the fabric, letting his calloused fingertips tickle your skin in slow, unbearable strokes. You shifted yourself upward a little to encourage him to go further. He chuckled sinfully into your neck.
Joel let his fingers slip into your panties, pressing two fingertips to the little bud. You moaned at his touch and he rewarded you by rubbing delicious circles into you and licking the side of your neck.
He sunk a finger into you and you wrapped around him tightly in response.
âFuck. Youâre tight.â He slid in and out, keeping his palm pressed to your clit as he split you open. Another thick finger went in and you were seeing stars. He fucked his fingers into you faster, picking up the pace as you chased your high. Your back arched in need and you could feel his other arm wrapped around your waist, drawing you closer to him.
âCome for me. Can you do that, baby?â
You moaned in response and assumed he took that as a yes by the speed of his fingers thrusting into you, pulling the orgasm from you like it was the last thing he would do. Your jaw went slack and your brows knitted inward, locking eyes with the man as he rammed into you like a beast and made you come harder than you ever had.
When you came to, he left your pussy empty and pushed your back down with surprising force. You yelped a little. His hand was pressed firmly on the back of your head to keep you pinned to the sleeping bag while your ass was up on display. Joel was crouched behind you, swiftly unbuckling his belt with his free hand and then tearing your panties off in one fluid motion. You frowned a little, thinking he better not make a habit out of that or else youâd have no choice but to run around without any underwear.
âBaby I canât keep my cock outta you. Weâre gonna have to find some kind of birth control after this.â It was the only warning he gave before he thrust into your heat, growling and swearing as his shoved into you in one long stroke. His fingers combed through your hair gently and then yanked you upward and his chest was flush against your back.
You screamed. He liked the sound of that, growling and somehow burying himself even further into you. Stretching you full.
Nothing else mattered. Nothing else existed outside of this tent. The only thing that kept you tethered to this earth was Joel and the fullness of him between your legs. Youâd feel pleasantly sore in the morning.
âYouâre takinâ me so well, baby.â Joel praised.
His thighs slapped against your ass in a steady rhythm. There was a bruising grip on your hips now that you kind of liked. It made you feel wanted. Desired. Like he owned you.
âFuck me.â You begged, more than ready to submit to him.
He slapped your ass and you felt your cheek ripple. He slapped it again, and you moaned, but just when you thought you couldnât possibly be more stimulated, Joel sunk his teeth into your shoulder and rammed into you, cursing each time he buried himself to the hilt.
The man was an absolute animal, but you loved every second of it.
There was something addicting about the feel of his teeth on your skin combined with the sound of his deep growls.
Joel fucked hard and fast, but there were moments when heâd slow his pace and slide into you in long, brutal, strokes. He wanted to keep things going for as long as he could. Savoring the moment that your bodies connected like this. You knew because you felt the same way.
âI want to come together.â You were panting violently as you approached your release. The tight feeling in your core was unwinding and threatening to burst.
âYeah, baby. Fuckinâ come for me.â His words were hot in your ear again. One hand was firm on your hips, drawing you into him with each pounding thrust. The other hand had your hair wrapped around his palm, angling your head back toward him. âNeed to feel you suck my cock in so I can come.â
His pace was vicious. Greedy. Like would take, take, take until he ruined you. It threatened to spill you over the edge. His balls were slapping against your clit at just the right angle and then you were done for. Back arching, walls clenching around him. His cock swelled inside you, pulsing as he spilled himself inside of you. It felt warm and hot and wet.
You loved the way he kissed you. The way he licked you. The way he fondled your breasts, teasing the peaks between his fingers. The way he praised you and whispered sweet nothings into your ear to get you to come undone for him. You loved how safe he made you feel with him, even as he completely ruined you. You loved how he fucked you.
But more importantly, you loved him.
When you were done, he zipped up his pants and pulled a sweater back over his chest.
Just as he was about to leave, you touched his arm and tugged him back toward you, silently asking him to stay. He brushed you off.
âGet some sleep.â His tone was curt. Cold. A stark contrast to the heated, lust-driven sweetness from moments ago.
You were pregnant with the manâs child, yet you still didnât know what the two of you were. ~~~~ a/n: I plan on turning up the drama and angst, so don't get too comfortable. These two will work things out eventually, but Joel is very damaged and needs to find himself first. <3
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Wait ok here's the plot to the story (I bet other people have thought of this is a very generic plot) but I won't ever write it because I just wouldn't want to try and figure out butt stuffđ
Uhh proceed with the warnings that there's corse language, very light smut, some fluff, and then someđ
but it starts when they're in the teachers lounge and Jacob mentions Goldilocks and what not and melissa goes "if a girl broke into my house ate my food and slept in my bed, yeah id eat her ass." Or whatever.
so reader, you, is a fucking comedian or whatever so later that night you do exactly that! You quite literally break into Melissa Schemmenti's house!
And so she wakes up once she registers the smell of her leftovers from dinner, and that woman knows her cooking in one whiff. So you though leave the small eaten plate and dance around her, knowing the lay out from the few times you had been over.
Let me clear here though you guys are friends, not close but comfortable. And with a woman like her you obviously caught feels, hence why your breaking in trying to get her to eat your ass.
This was honestly insane if you asked anyone else, you could've easily told her how you felt but this was another way I guessđ¤ˇââď¸
so after managing to get your way up into her room, you had another number planned inside your honestly brilliantly scheme. You untie your black sneaky coat and think Sabrina Carpenter tour outfits. You're basically in one of those cute pieces or whatever you find on Pinterest to help see the vision (it's what I do for everything).
you then crawl to the middle of her bed and wait patiently for her to finish searching her entire home. And when she does she's shocked to see you in her bed. "Hun, what the fuck?!" She shook her head in disbelief. Who wouldn't, you broke in.
Now you're a bold person in this story. You don't back down easily and you get mostly everything you want by your own way. Ava loved you when you mentioned how good you were at it. It's why she hired you, in return you have to do a few things here and there.
Anyways though you look at her and you tell her you wanted to see if she would.
"Would what?"
"Eat the girls ass if she broke in, ate your food, and slept in your bed."
She was dumbfounded in that moment. What the fuck? Was she dreaming? You could see the blankness and decided to fix that. You slipped from the bed, letting her see you in that outfit you chose and so that's when shit clicks.
Y'all are kissin'.
Touchin'.
Basically fuckin'.
And then she does. She eats your ass. And she likes it. And I mean she really likes it. And fuck so do you cus if your reading this knowing it's about butt stuff you gotta either be curious or into it and I guess since I'm writing this a part of me has to be if I'm writing it so actually-
Anyways so you both really fucking like it and it's not until she's fucking you in the ass with a strap. Her fingers reaching around you and fucking you there. Her palm bumping your clit, oooh child you were feeling this. And you guys went for a good minute too like she fucked you like a slut you were for her and same really like same.
So the next morning, she wakes you with soft kisses to your face, completely contrasting the woman she was the night before. "How are you feeling, baby?"
You were confused as to when you went from hun to baby but you assumed it was sometime after you blissed out. "Goldilocks never stood a chance." You groaned, yet your arms slipped around her bare waist and you hurried your head into her chest.
"Well, maybe you'll double think breaking into people's homes."
Your head came back up, "first of all this is the first house I've broken into. I just got lucky the bear was you."
"Yeah, but next time maybe just ring the doorbell instead of making me search my entire home."
"Awfully a lot of complaining for someone who was saying they just couldn't get enough of me last night." You softly laughed under her.
Her eyes narrowed down for a second. "We have work in a few hours. Do you need to go home and get something to wear?" She changed the topic.
"No, as planned I have a bag in my car. I'm very good with making sure things go as planned if you couldn't tell yet." Your lips curled into a cocky smirk.
That morning you both spent together spinning around and getting ready. Passing kisses to bare skin as you left putting on anything more than a bra and underwear till the very end. Neither of you could keep your hands to yourselves. Not after...
To end it, nobody at work had noticed your slight hobble as they were too busy focused on the volunteers.
Another bonus is Deandra had tried to put one single move on you at the end of the day Friday and Melissa had pulled you away almost instantly, throwing the excuse that you had a dinner date to get to together. It ended up being your first date and it's a so forth storyđ
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Arranged: Chapter One
Pairings: Mob!Bucky Barnes x Reader
Warnings: language, 18+ smut(ch 12& ch 17), angst, fluff, mentions of death and violence. I will update the warnings with each chapter.
Summary: Reader would do anything to make her parents happy and that included agreeing to an arranged marriage. She never expected it to be to one of New York's most feared Mob Boss: Bucky Barnes. He is anything but loving towards Reader however when her parents are mysteriously killed, Bucky makes it his mission to find out who were at fault. And in the process, ends up coming close to losing Reader.
Authors Note: This was a story of mine on an old blog and I wanted to publish it on here. Since it's quite a long fic, I've decided to slowly updated it chapter by chapter. If anyone who is interested wants to be tagged, let me know!
I sighed while looking up at the large mansion in front of me, bags placed neatly behind me. The driver gave me a curt nod and with a smile of thanks, I saw him on his way before looking back at the mansion; my new home.
Anger radiated throughout my insides when I thought of the reason why I was in this mess in the first place.
My parents. I loved them to death, they would do anything for me and I for them.
I was to be married off and not to any regular man. In a week's time, I was going to be married to New Yorkâs highest feared mob boss. Confusion filled me at first when I couldnât quite understand why they thought this was a great idea but deep down I knew why they did it. They wanted the best for me, to be set up for the rest of my life and not have to worry about anything. Which is exactly why they set up this arrangement.
With a soft sigh, I ascended the staircase up to the front door and softly knocked, the nerves attacking me. I bounced on the soles of my heels as I waited.
The door opened, revealing a small, older lady who had a confused expression. âCan I help you?â
I nodded. âUh, hi. My name is Y/N Y/L/N, I believe Mr.-.â
Her eyes lit up while furiously nodding. âYes, come in.â
With a smile, I went to drag my bags inside but she waved me off. âDonât you worry about that. Iâll have someone grab that and bring it to your room.â
She motioned for me to follow her inside and thatâs when I took in my new home. A large grand staircase twisted and turned upstairs, and one hallway to my right and another towards the left.
âIâm Barb. Iâm here for whatever you need,â the older lady smiled.
My own matched hers. âThank you, Barb.â
âSo,â she motioned to the hallway on my left. âIf you go down that hallway youâll find the rest of the house; kitchen, living area, gym, a couple bathrooms, and the laundry room.â
She then pointed to the hallway on my right. âDown here is an empty room thatâs been used for storage and his office. He doesnât like to be bothered unless itâs an emergency. A good rule to live by: Door open means come in, door cracked means ask, door closed means turn your back and walk away.â
I quirked a brow. âYou know from experience?â
âIâve been taking care of this house and him for the last 10 years. A little piece of advice?â
When I nodded, Barb continued. âHe may come off as an asshole sometimes but he really is a sweet loving man.â
Her words warmed my heart. I had heard rumors about him, everyone has. They werenât positive ones either. There was a reason why he was the worst feared mob boss of New York.
âUpstairs is where the bedrooms are,â She motioned for me to follow, which I did.
Once we reached the top of the stairs she nodded towards two closed doors. âThe door on the left is the master bedroom and that one across the hall is yours.â
âWait, weâre not sharing a room?â I questioned.
Barb shook her head. âHe doesnât want to pressure you. He already knows that you werenât too fond of this arrangement so he wanted you to have your own space until youâre ready to stay with him.â
I could only nod, not sure what to say exactly, so Barb opened my bedroom door allowing me to step inside.
The room wasnât anything special, I mean it was the size of my old apartment so the extra space was nice and the bathroom was breathtaking with the large tub facing the large open fields behind the home. But what caught my attention was the large bouquet of roses on the bedside table and a gorgeous floor length black dress lay on the edge of the bed with a note.
Dinner tonight. Iâll meet you at the bottom of the stairs at seven.
B.B.
âWhere is he anyway?â I asked Barb while shedding off my coat, letting it drop onto my bed.
âIn a meeting but should be finishing up soon. Feel free to have a look around and make yourself at home. Just make sure to check his-.â
âCheck his door before entering,â I finished Barbâs sentence with a smile.
Barb waved goodbye, letting me be by myself to settle in. However, just as I was about to call after her for my bags, a large blonde walked into my room and placed all of my things in the doorway.
I knew in the way that the muscles in his back and arms flexed that carrying all of my things didnât bother him. He stood tall before a smile peaked out from underneath his beard and he slicked back his long blonde hair out of his face. He was dressed in a light blue dress shirt and dark dress pants, the shirt bringing out the blueness of his eyes.
He definitely had to work for him.
âThat should be everything.â
I nodded at him. âYeah, thank you, uh-.â
âSteve Rogers. But you can call me Steve,â he extended his hands.
Hesitantly I placed my own in his and with his size, I was shocked at how soft his grip was; almost as if he was afraid. Our hands lingered together for a few more beats before he dropped his hand away and stuffed them into the pockets of his pants.
âDo you need anything?â Steve asked.
âI think Iâm good, thank you.â I gave him a smile.
âOf course but if you do, let me know. Iâve been assigned to you.â
I squinted my eyes at him. âAssigned?â
âYour bodyguard. Youâre not allowed to go anywhere without me,â Steve informed.
âYouâve got to be fucking kidding me,â I cursed, suddenly feeling the anger that was dormant since before I walked into this house.
âI donât need a babysitter.â
Steve hesitantly nodded. âI understand but he insists.â
Not saying another word, I pushed past Steve and sprinted down the stairs towards the office, not caring to look to see what his door was like. I may have agreed to this marriage, reluctantly, but I did not agree to have a babysitter and be followed around everywhere I went. I needed to have some rules in this arrangement.
Thankfully the door to his office was cracked but I didnât bother to ask if I could come in.
âYouâve got some fucking nerve,â I seethed as I entered.
He was in the middle of sitting on his green velvet couch and crossed his leg over his other knee. Even underneath his smirk, I knew he was upset about my barging in. I was so angry about this that I didnât even notice how breathtaking he looked under the faint light that emanated from the lamps next to his couch. But then once the anger dissipated slightly, my gaze fell onto his left arm as he ran a hand over the stubble on his chin and an audible gasp fell through my lips when I realized that the biggest rumor about him was true. The light brushed off the metal, his fingers poking out of the sweater he was wearing.
âSit,â he pointed to the chair across from him.
I stood my ground while crossing my arms over my chest. âI donât need a fucking baby sitter, Barnes.â
âCall me Bucky.â
I wanted to wipe the smug smirk off of his face.
âI can take care of myself,â I stated flatly.
âIâm sure you can but given my reputation, I think itâs best. Steveâs one of my best men, heâs worked for me since the beginning. I trust him.â
My soon to be husband leaned back into his couch, resting the different arm across the back of it. If he noticed me staring, he made no comment about it, only nodded to the chair across from him once again.
I ignored him, yet again.
âNext time you make a decision about me or how Iâm going to live around here, run it by me first alright?â I suggested.
Buckyâs eyes turned dark. âYou do know who youâre talking to, right?â
I scoffed. âI donât give a fuck who you are, James Buchanan Barnes. The only reason why Iâm here is because of my parents and their wishes.â
We were interrupted by a knock to the door, a group of men clutching briefcases close to them.
âI thought our meeting was scheduled for four,â one of them said.
These men screamed âsketchyâ and knew whatever kind of meeting they were about to have was going to be one that I shouldnât be around for.
Bucky nodded. âWe were just finishing up here.â
He then turned his attention towards me. âWe can finish this discussion during dinner.â
âConsider this conversation over,â I muttered while storming out of the room, letting the door slam behind me.
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platform boots â s reid
summary: reader decides that spencer would look good in her style, and gives him a make over
spencer reid x trad goth! fem! reader. fluff. 2nd person, pov switches.
warnings/content: harassment, mentions of sexual harassment and bullying, established relationship, idiots in love, reader is shorter than spencer, reader gets called a bitch but not by spencer, pet names (silly girl, baby, pretty boy, angel), kissing, kinda insecure reader
wc : ~ 3k
author's note : my 2nd tumblr fic now that im getting the hang of it! this is literally just a cute fluffy fic because i want to and every day i dream of alternative spencer reid đââď¸ not really any specific season in mind but i pictured longer hair spencer for this, maybe season 4 or 5 :)) sorry if this is ass i got lazy because i so much prefer writing angst ijbol
Being an alternative woman in public is one thing, but being an alternative woman whose boyfriend is practically the complete opposite of you is a whole different issue. You're used to the comments that get thrown at you â after all, you've dealt with that for years, since you started dressing "unconventionally" in middle school. You've learned to ignore the sexualising comments from teenage boys and old men alike, and you can easily tune out the disapproving glares from middle aged women. However, what you aren't as okay with is when people bring your boyfriend into it.
You and Spencer are sitting together on the train home from a museum date, your knees touching as he holds your hand, fidgeting with your rings. You feel the gazes of a group of young boys â no more than fifteen â not far away from where you sit. You decide to ignore them, like you usually do, and you just hope that they don't decide to yell at you like you sometimes have had people do.
Your gaze traces over your boyfriend, and you find yourself unable to suppress a smile. As the days are getting colder, he's been wearing more layers, and it's just so cute. You love the way his scarf is wrapped around his neck and tucked into the dark brown jacket he's wearing. The soft waves of hair that frame his face are even more adorable when they're brushing over the rosiness of his cold cheeks.
Feeling you looking at him, Spencer looks away from your hands and up to your face. "What?" he asks with a smile of his own as he sees your grin.
"Nothing," you reply, nudging your knee against his. "You're just cute."
He smiles shyly, a pink tint creeping across his face. "No, I'm not," he responds. He's never been good at accepting compliments.
Raising a teasing eyebrow, you let a joking scold taint your voice as you say, "Don't argue with me, Dr Reid."
"Yes, ma'am," he chuckles breathily, his thumb brushing over your knuckles.
Spencer's eyes fall to the floor, where your chunky platform boots rest beside his battered converse. He always loves it when you wear these boots, he thinks they're pretty with the silver studs you had glued onto them and the maroon laces you'd threaded through the eyelets. He's always admired how crafty you are, how you can make any basic item of clothing into something much more extravagant. Something else he loves about these boots is that they make you a little taller â still not as tall as him, but it makes it easier for him to kiss you.
Moving away from your boots, his gaze follows your legs, clad in two pairs of thermal tights beneath the long black skirt you're wearing. He'd watched you embroider the pattern of roses into the fabric a few weeks ago, practically in a trance. The way your eyebrows had been furrowed in concentration as your fingers swiftly worked was a beautiful thing to watch. He's convinced you could craft the galaxy with your bare hands if you wanted to.
Hazel eyes trace over your thighs and up your torso, flickering across the many layers you're wearing. He counts four â maybe five? â layers, which isn't surprising considering how prone to getting cold you are. The neckline of a lacy purple long-sleeve peeks out from beneath your Bauhaus T-shirt, which is partially hidden by a black zip-up that you had painted a pattern onto in bleach. Over the zip-up sits your baggy leather jacket, something you rarely leave the apartment without. A few necklaces decorate your neck, most of them ones that he had given you.
As his gaze finds yours again, he smiles. A cheesy, cute, I'm-so-in-love-with-you smile. When you smile back, his heart skips a beat. He loves the way the eyeliner cobwebs attached to the thick wing on your eyes shift with the movement of your pretty, black-painted lips.
"You're so pretty," Spencer tells you softly. He looks at you as if you'd just reached into the sky and handed him the moon.
Heat rises to your cheeks at his words â even after almost two years of dating, you still feel butterflies whenever he compliments you. You don't think that feeling will ever go away. You don't want it to. "So are you," you respond, giving his hand a squeeze.
As you say the words, the train slows to a halt at your stop. The both of you wait until it has fully stopped before standing and heading to the doors. As you do, the boys you'd caught staring at you earlier decide it would be amusing to yell at you.
"Emo bitch!" one of them shouts, his voice cracking embarrassingly. It almost makes you crack a smile.
Spencer squeezes your hand, a silent way to tell you it's okay and to not say anything back, but you're already glancing back at the laughing group with a cold glare. You part your lips to retaliate, but decide that your boyfriend is right. You stick to simply flipping them off as the two of you exit the train.
As you look back at Spencer, he gives you a pointed look. You shrug and say, "What? I didn't say anything." But you know you wouldn't have stayed silent if anything had been said about him instead.
You switch sides with him, slipping your hand into his as you adjust the strap of your bag on your shoulder. The walk home is quiet and peaceful, thankfully void of any more cruel comments from strangers. Spencer's hand is somehow warm in yours, despite the frosty air and cold breeze that bites at your skin. Fallen leaves crunch beneath your shoes as the wind nudges them across the ground.
When you reach your shared apartment, Spencer quickly turns up the thermostat as you both step inside. As you both shrug off your jackets and hang them up, he presses a quick kiss to your forehead â likely trying to determine how cold you are.
"Do you want a drink?" he asks whilst tugging off his converse. "Tea?"
"No, I'm okay," you reply, plopping down onto the floor to take off your boots. Unzipping one, you let out a little grunt of effort as you tug it from your foot. "You know what I do want, though?"
"What?"
"I want..." You pause as you pull off the other boot, biting your lip. "I want to put make-up on you. My kind of make-up."
His eyes find yours as he tilts his head slightly. "You do?"
You hesitate, unsure if his response means that he is repulsed by the idea and would rather lick the floor of your building's elevator than let you do that. Looking away, your voice falls quieter as you reply, "I don't have to. It was just an idea. Sorry. It was stupid."
"Hey, silly girl." He sits in front of you on the floor, moving your boots out of the way as he shifts closer. "It's not stupid. Look at me," he says gently, tilting your chin up with his index and middle finger so that he can look into your eyes. "It's not a stupid idea. And you don't have to apologise. If that's something you want to do, I'd be more than happy to let you, okay?"
The slight pout on your lips is so adorable he feels like his heart might explode.
"Are you sure? You don't have to say yes," you mutter shyly. "It doesn't matter, really. You can say no, it'sâ"
"Baby," he cuts you off in a gentle voice, his tone one that makes your stomach flutter. The motherfucker always knows what to say and how to say it to shut you up. "I'm sure."
Your lips twitch into a nervous smile. He thinks it's so incredibly cute how you're so shy and sweet when most people would assume other things about you based on your appearance. He thinks it's silly how people make assumptions on others based on how they dress. He thinks a lot of things, but his mind goes blank when you lean in and kiss him.
Immediately kissing you back, he smiles against your lips and rests his hands on your waist to pull you just a bit closer. Knees knocking together, you break the kiss with a giggle and tuck his hair behind his ear.
"Do you want to do it now, or later?" he asks.
"Now. Is that okay?"
"Of course," Spencer says, smiling as he kisses you once more before standing up and pulling you to your feet.
So you head into the bathroom together, but you decide he's too tall for you to be able to do it properly when he's sat on the counter. He laughs when you tell him that, and disappears into the bedroom while you gather the rest of your make-up. Once you have everything, you follow after him into the bedroom.
"Sit on the bed," you instruct.
"Yes, ma'am," he replies with a laugh, sitting down with his back against the headboard.
Giggling softly, you walk over and set the various items in your arms on the nightstand. As you move to sit on the bed, straddling his lap, you shrug off the zip-up and drop it onto the other side of the bed. Even while you're doing something as simple as reaching over to grab a headband, Spencer still looks at you like you are the eighth wonder of the world.
You smile at him as you gently push the headband into his hair, keeping it back off his face. It's gotten so long recently â not that you're complaining. You love running your hands through the soft strands, curling them around your fingertips. "You're so cute," you mutter. "My pretty boy."
You can feel the heat of his skin beneath yours as you cup his face between your hands and press a sweet kiss to his lips. Lips parting, tongues teasing each other's, his hands running up and down your sides, pulling you closer by the small of your back.
You break the kiss with a giggle, a string of spit attached between you. "Okay, we need to get started," you say through laughter as he licks his lips.
"One more kiss," he murmurs, leaning in and pecking you gently.
Smiling, you stroke his cheek for a moment before straightening up and reaching over to grab your moisturiser from the nightstand. Spencer watches you intently as you flick open the cap and squeeze some out onto your fingertips.
"It's cold," you warn him before you swipe the moisturiser onto his cheeks and gently rub it into his skin.
He doesn't mind the coldness of the liquid, just focusing on the feeling of your hands on his skin. He is pretty sure that your touch could make anything better.
He isn't sure if he is supposed to have his eyes open or shut as you dab some more onto his face, but he keeps them open so that he can look at you. The look of concentration on your face is so pretty.
He also isn't sure what to do with his hands â should he be touching you, or would that be a distraction? He keeps them lightly resting atop your thighs, knowing you'd tell him if you wanted him to stop touching you.
As you finish moisturising his skin, letting it sit for a few moments, you wipe off your fingers on a tissue and say, "You have really nice skin."
"That sounds like something a serial killer would say," he comments teasingly, a smile on his face.
"Shut up!" you giggle. "It's just a fact. Your skin is nice."
Swapping the moisturiser for a bottle of primer, you fall quiet as you flick open the cap. Soft hums of concentration vibrating through your lips, you rub it into his skin so that the make-up will actually stick to his face. His fingertips lightly trace rub circles onto your thighs as he watches you with nothing but awe and love in his eyes.
As you're blending out the white foundation onto his face with a damp beauty blender â he thinks that's what it is called â he wonders if he will look silly when you're done. Of course, he has never thought that you look silly when your make-up is all done, but he isn't you. To him, you look beautiful whatever you wear, however you present yourself. He's just not sure if this will suit him. Although, even if it looks bad on him, he'd let you do it over and over again until the end of time if it would make you happy.
Now that there is foundation spread evenly across his face, his skin feels kind of weird, but not exactly in a bad way. It almost feels tight, like something is pulling on it. It is a strangely nice sensation.
Spencer tries to stay still as you pat in the concealer beneath his eyes, his eyelids twitching slightly.
"Stop moving," you scold playfully, pausing your actions for a moment.
"I'm trying," he replies, his voice a breathy chuckle.
"Try harder."
"You're so bossy."
"You know you love it."
He smiles, amused. You're right, he does love it. He loves anything and everything that you do. Since the moment he met you, he has been completely whipped. Obsessed. In love.
After finishing the grey-ish contour on his nose and beneath his cheekbones, you start on the eyeliner. You decide to do something simple, rather than the more elaborate designs you sometimes do on yourself. Beginning to draw a wing from the corner of his eye, you will your hand to not shake like it usually does; you don't want to end up getting overly frustrated and having to redraw it fifty times.
Somehow, it goes smoothly, and you finish both wings without a problem. You use a black eyeliner pencil on his waterlines and add a smidge of dark purple eyeshadow to his lids before curling his lashes. How come men always have such luxurious eyelashes? you think.
"Okay, I'm not gonna put on false lashes, I'll just do mascara," you tell him, leaning over to grab one of your unused mascaras from the nightstand.
As you do, you shift too much weight and almost fall off the bed. Quickly, Spencer leans forward steadies you with a hold on your waist. "Careful there, angel," he laughs in a teasing tone. "You're so clumsy sometimes."
"Well, says the one who spilt coffee on the counter twice in one day last week!" you reply, giggling.
"I never claimed to not be clumsy," he counters, patting your thigh. "JJ is right when she says that my coordination drops off when I'm thinking."
"A wise woman," you muse.
"Very."
You smile, kiss his forehead, and grab the mascara. As you twist it open and wipe off the excess, you say, "Okay, just blink when I say to, okay?"
"Okay."
So you apply mascara to his stupidly nice eyelashes, dab a tiny bit of highlighter onto the apples of his cheeks and the tip of his nose, and put a simple lip combo on his beautiful lips.
"Okay, there. I think it's done," you say. Quickly, you take it back. "Wait, I need to do your hair."
"Alright," he chuckles as you take the headband out of his hair, discarding it onto the nightstand.
You head off into the bathroom to grab your hairbrush, returning a moment later with it and a few hair ties. You manoeuvre him into the position you want â sitting more in the middle of the bed â and sit behind him on your knees.
"Your hair is so soft," you murmur as you gently run your fingers through it.
"You say that every single time you play with my hair," he points out, a smile in his voice.
"And it's true every single time," you reply as you start to brush his hair.
Spencer hums contentedly, his eyes falling shut as you brush his hair. He's always loved when you touch his hair, whether that is stroking it, twisting it around your fingers, or pulling it. He loves it all.
As you brush his hair, taking your time, you wonder if he will like it. You wonder if he's enjoying this. You wonder if he liked letting you put make-up on him.
"I would, maybe, dress you up in my clothes, but I don't think any of them would fit you."
He laughs softly. "Yeah, probably not."
"And my boots certainly wouldn't fit your gigantic feet," you tease.
"Maybe your feet are just tiny," Spencer counters jokingly.
When you're satisfied that his hair is thoroughly brushed, you part it down the middle, separating it into two even-ish sections. You braid each half, something you have always wanted to do with his hair but never asked out of fear of him saying no. But right now, he isn't protesting, which you take as a good sign.
"Okay, all done," you chime happily, letting the braids fall onto his shoulders.
"Done?"
"Mhm, done."
Hopping off the bed, you take his hands in yours and lead him into the bathroom. Before you step inside, you make him cover his eyes as you tell him, "Okay, you can't judge it because I'm not used to doing make-up on other people."
Spencer nods, practically itching to see his reflection. "I won't judge. I promise."
"Good. Okay, youâ you can look now," you reply, standing beside him and looking at his reflection in the mirror as he moves his hands away from his face.
His reaction is hard to decipher, but at least he does not look repulsed. After a moment of studying his face, his lips twitch into a smile.
"It looks good."
"Really?" you ask, rocking back and forth on your feet as you fidget with your sleeves.
"Yeah. Iâ I mean, it's obviously not something I'm used to, but it's... cool," he says with a soft laugh, turning to face you.
You smile, biting your lip. "Good. Okay, good. I'm glad you don't... you know, hate it."
Smiling back at you, Spencer wraps his arms around you and kisses the top of your head. "I could never hate anything you do."
"You're so cheesy."
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Unofficial smutmas follow up:
Fivesome pt2, Aftercare. (I got consent)
Note: Here's an unofficial part two of the smutmas special, day 9th. Because I can, and my heart needs some aftercare after that. Hahaha. All thanks to the wonderful @redvexillum.
Pairing: Alastor x Fem!Reader x Lucifer Warnings: A bit of angst, but overall fluff.
Original work: Fivesome smutmas day 9
It may not have the same written voice because I detest plagiarism, and I don't want to copy-paste. This is so funny because its a fanfic of a fanfic of a series.
Also, sorry about the delay, in between the block, the fact that I'm in the middle of my first own home moving, it has been a very overwhelming beginning of the month hehe.
âAm I worth purchasing?â you had asked, was it to him or anything at all? Did it matter? You were abandoned, sacrificed, used and lied to. You couldn't help but think back to the place it all began, of the pentagram, the gravel pricking your skin, the mud under your nails. The darkness surrounding the corners of your eyes was slowly engulfing you as you sank in Luciferâs arms.
In his arms it felt warm, dangerously so. You could feel the ridges of the golden cracks up his arm, made by the fall probably. He had stopped grazing your swollen clit when he caught sight of your absent look, tears falling down the sides of your eyes, so, as he cradled your shaking body into his bare chest, he began humming a melody, soft and happy. With his cheek pressed to the crown of your head, he walked to the bathroom.
He closed the door, clicked his fingers and then opened it again, revealing a much bigger room than it was before. Warm candle light adorned the ceramic around the edge of the big bathtub, it also made the bubbles shine like diamonds.
âItâs okay dear, I got youâ a small light came back to your eyes as he put you down in the warm water. The smell of herbs and salts felt like a clean hug - so to speak.
âI think we went too far, Iâm sorryâ he looked at the scratches on your tender hips, the redness of your lips, your eyes. It all made him feel a tad uneasy. âWould you like me to clean your hair?â he hesitated when it came to approach you again.
You were a trembling mess before, he didnât want to trigger something uncomfortable within you.
He waited until you nodded before circling around you, settling behind you to squeeze some shampoo on your head. A shaky breath left your lips to the feel of his fingers massaging your scalp, reaching behind your ears, your nape, then shamelessly brushing gently from your crown down to your neck.
Involuntarily your head fell against his shoulder, exhausted, overwhelmed. How was it possible to feel both cold and warm at the same time?
He pushed some of the shampoo on your forehead back to your hair before rinsing, making sure he got all of it.
âIs it not too hot?â he wondered, feeling you shake your head gently against his shoulder. âIâm sorry they went too rough on you, they all have mixed emotions towards the otherâŚmostly against Alastor reallyâ he chuckled anxiously, foaming up some soap in his hands before massaging your breasts, collarbone, then down to your hips, trying to calm down the soreness.
âBut, thatâs not your faultâ he left a kiss on your cheek, pulling you closer to him so he could reach further down your thighs. âWhat was the agreement about?â listening to your dead voice sent a shiver up Luciferâs back, a bad one for that matter. âNow that I think about it, it was so stupid, Iâm going to let Alastor know that laterâ he kissed down your neck, hugging your limp body close.
A familiar click of hooves was heard as Alastor entered the bathroom, a gasp of feign shock was heard before he shamelessly made himself comfortable on the other side of the bathtub.
âAh I didnât know you were hoarding our darlingâ you wanted to look bad at Alastor, but with the sweetness he caressed the side of your head that was exposed to the cold, you just couldnât. No way.
âBusboy, Iâve decided we arenât going to host deals like this one anymoreâ Alastor was taken aback by the sour tone of voice that the little king had summoned, but decided to pay no mind to it.
âIt was a unique experience for both of those fools, where we all got what we wantedâ Alastor moved your legs to make room for himself, getting in between you to make the center of a sandwich out of you.
âWhich is?â Lucifer warned him to choose his next words carefully, while the radio demon not only didnât acknowledge his initial threat, but ignored him completely to direct your attention to him. âRemember that little date I spoke about?â the corner of his smile almost reached his eyes, he was beyond excited⌠It was creepy.
âWasnât that just to rile them up?â you had assumed, to what he lightly pinched your cheek. âDonât be absurd dear, I've acquired some lands to play with, so we will have our date around the many stores I now ownâ he had made himself far too comfortable for Luciferâs taste, attempting to pull you away from him. âMaybe get you a brand new outfitâ Lucifer shook his head at his words, hugging you closer - if that was possible -.
âNuh-uh, youâll get something to hide her beautiful body unnecessarilyâ the king continued his ministrations, making foam in his hands and washing away the soreness. âThen maybe you should come along with usâ shopping with those two? hell no, they would end up making a fuss out of every single comment they make. âMaybe, you should ask her if she even wants to go, instead of dragging her aroundâ Lucifer shifted his eyes to a crimson red, his horns made an appearance too as he dragged his hooves near Alastorâs nether regions in an obvious threat.
The demon swirled his tongue inside his mouth in annoyance, but it didn't take too much time for him to nuzzle against your skin again. âDear, would you like to go on a little date with me?â he kissed your collarbone, softly, even too much for him. âAre youâŚgoing to let me choose?â you bit the inside of your mouth after uttering the question.
âWhen have I ever not let you choose an outfit?â every single time, he even called you âdollâ multiple times, dragging your reality against your skin like a rusted knife. âI really appreciate your taste in clothes, but you treat me like aâŚtoyâ that word burned in your tongue as you spoke, âCan I maybe choose one myself?â Luciferâs heartbeat against your back calmed a bit of the anxiety and the feeling you were going to get hit for being ungrateful.
Instead, when you opened your eyes, Alastorâs ears were pinned down sideways, âI guessâŚthat is the least I can do, afterâŚusing youâ he let out, painfully so. You were so glad he understood and didnât get mad at you for it.
âThat stinged huh?â Lucifer mocked him with a wide grin.
âCome on, after everything tonight, we all could use a restâ Lucifer was the first to get out of the water once ready and clean. He made sure you were clean as well before helping you out. You tried to tell him you could take care of yourself from that point over, but he was stubborn and insisted. That led to Alastor wrapping up in the tub, then looking for your silk pajamas he made you try on before buying it.
While the king combed and dried your hair, Alastor changed the blanket and sheets at the mere sight of the disaster caused by the previous activities.
With his long fingers he untangled and caressed your head, guiding you more and more to slumber, and it made him happy, seeing your reflection in the mirror, slowly succumbing to his ministrations.
Once your hair was dry, Lucifer sat in your lap, facing you to dog-eyed you into doing his. The angelâs black tail wrapped around your ankle as you detangled his hair, the tip flicking your skin from time to time.
âDonât spoil him dear, he will want moreâ Alastor spoke from the doorframe, a little jealous, though he wouldnât admit it.
âDonât fuss bellhop, if youâre not going to join us then go cry to your cornerâ Lucifer then fell back to lay his head on your shoulder.
âLittle demonâ you didnât mind how Alastor growled, not when you hugged the king of hell close to your body.
Then it was your turn to be even more spoiled. While the king finished up dressing himself, Alastor took a tube of cream from a fancy looking bag. He had this âI hope this makes up for using you, cherâ type of look. One that did lack verbal communication, but did hold far too many emotions for the red demon.
He began spreading cream on each hand print, bite mark and scratch, with an almost erotic gentleness. He massaged your neck in circular motions, your arms and legs in long strides. The moment he knelt down and put your feet on his shoulder, you felt the heat go up from your core to your face. âDear, I kindly ask your forgivenessâ his eyes traveled up your leg to your eyes, âYou donât have to do that againâ normally you would touch his hand to reassure him, but aside from the times he initiates it, Alastor doesnât like to be touched.
âOh but the little nuisance forced me too, it doesnât countâ sure, but he wasnât going to repeat himself, it was clear from seeing how he went silent. âItâs hard to see you being forced to do somethingâ he hummed a yes in response, alongside a tight smile. âI share the sentimentâ he chuckled in absolute distastefulness, remembering the unusual chill he had when the king threatened him.
âDoes it feel better?â he asked, changing the subject. âIt does, I truly appreciate thisâ for Alastor, those words felt strange, nauseating, in a good and weird way. - If that makes any sense-.
âNo fair Alastor! I gave you that ideaâ Lucifer came back from the bathroom, dressed in blue pajamas with ducks printed on it. âToo badâ the red demon grinned.
By the end of their fight, Alastor handed you satin pajamas with embroidery, which Lucifer turned into duck figures, for his own amusement. The king then, nuzzled against your neck, his tail wrapped itself around your leg and his arms secured your hip tight. He made the sweetest little noises as he went.
Alastor opened his sleep shirt and allowed you to nuzzle into his chest fluff, keeping the rest of his body a bit far from you. You understood that, despite his eagerness in the previous activities, he was feeling drained and overwhelmed, but still wanted to make you feel safe and wanted.
They both wanted to. And it worked.
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Matchmade Part 5
Millionaire! Joel Miller / Reader
Having experienced traumatic, life altering events, a freshly divorced Joel worked to repay his debt to the person he owed his life to.
WARNINGS:
Good Parent Joel (The Last of Us), Soft Joel (The Last of Us), Joel Needs a Hug (The Last of Us), Joel Lives (The Last of Us), Protective Joel (The Last of Us), Alternate Universe - No Cordyceps Outbreak (The Last of Us), Character Death, Fluff, Angst, Eventual Smut.
SERIES MASTER LIST
Part 4
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âHi.â
Shit, itâs cuckoo lad, and heâs so close.
Wait, heâs Sarahâs dad?
You squirmed your way out of his hold, thanking him for not letting you fall.
âDaddy, no, this is Miss Addie, not Wiyams,â Sarah said, frustration in her voice.
He gave her a soft laugh, sorry BabyGirl. He held his hand out to you, and said nice to meet you, Miss Addie.
You took his hand with a small smile, and said nice to meet you too, Mr Miller, to which, he corrected you with Joel.
He told you he was glad to have found you. Heâd been looking for you. He was wondering if he could talk to you? You nodded and asked him to wait for you in the office as you handled the pickup for the other kids. Sarah had completely forgotten Daddy was there and had gone back to playing with one of the kids.
He waited patiently for you to settle the kids, practicing what to say to you in his head. So you are Miss Addie. Small world. He felt as if he knew so much about you already, the way Sarah wouldnât shut up about you. You finally came back in and asked if you could get him anything. Coffee? Tea? Water? No, thank you, he said. You asked if Julia could watch Sarah for a bit. She waved her hands at you, go, Iâve got her, she signed.
You sat down across from him and waited for him to speak. He placed his hands on the table, interlacing his fingers with each other.
âI heard about Allie. Iâm so sorry, Miss Addie. How are you doing?â
âThank you. Iâm doing okay, considering the circumstances.â
âIs there anything I can do for you? Anything at all?â
âItâs kind of you to ask, but Iâm alright.â
âMay I know where sheâs interred? Iâd like to visit, bring Sarah with me, if I can?â
You fell silent. What do you tell him? Sheâs in an urn in the trunk of my car cause I canât afford a proper burial for her?
âI havenât finalized anything yet, but I will let you know.â
He had a contemplative look on his face, as if he was going to say more, but ultimately decided not to. He nodded softly, and told you that if you ever need anything, anything at all, please do not hesitate to contact him. He took a card from his wallet and gave it to you. You took it, thanking him with a smile. He got up and made to leave but paused and turned back to look at you.
âMiss Addie, as far as Iâm concerned, Iâm still here because your sister saved my life. I owe her my life. Nothing is too small, or too big to ask of me. Please. Call me if you need anything at all.â
You smiled and nodded again. After prying Sarah off your person, he left.
You locked up after Julie left. You looked at the card he gave you. Damn⌠a CEO of his own company, judging by the name of the company. You kept thinking about what he said. It would be so easy to ask. If only you were not taught to never ask for help if you could help yourself.
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Your working days at the daycare went by pretty smoothly. Before you knew it, it had been a full month since you had started working there. Your days were spent with children you love spending time with, making their lunches and snacks, putting them down for a nap and reading or doing activities with them. If things stay this way, you could move out in three months. Sarah was dropped off by her dad every day, but picked up by different people, depending on who was free. You couldnât help but notice Julie clamouring to handle Sarahâs pickup if Tess was involved, the two spending a long time chatting until Sarah pulled Tess away, wanting to go home. She would be conveniently busy whenever Joel did the pickup, insisting that sheâs got whatever it was you were doing. Go, Iâm sure heâd like to hear about Sarah from you.
And he really did.
You admire how involved this man was with his child. You found out from Julie what had happened to Sarahâs mother, your eyes widening at the bit where she tried to kill him at the hospital. So he wasnât lying. You had honestly thought that was part of his cuckoo thing. Apparently not. Oh God, the poor man. No wonder Sarah had never even mentioned a mother. Itâs good she had three very dedicated women in her life who loved her so much.
You were deep cleaning the playpen one day when Julie asked if you were busy that long weekend. Apparently, there was a convention in the next town, all the local businesses would flock to the big seaside resort for the event, promoting their businesses, exchanging ideas, getting business tips, the likes. The resort was massive, it could easily house the event, usually fully booked during this time, in fact, it was the resort your parents were going to when the accident happened. You were aware of the convention, it was a big event, this year lasting for two full days, although most people would go Friday and come back Monday. There were activities for everyone. But you had never attended, not being high up enough in the company you used to work for to ever represent them.
Anyway, Julie said, the Millers were going, as they usually do. But the parents, Anita and Jake, who would usually take care of Sarah during times like this, had booked a holiday with friends during that weekend, and the rest of them were involved with the convention. They were looking for someone to look after Sarah. You would get your own room, of course. You just need to make sure Sarah was occupied and safe during those two days. They will pay you handsomely, of course. Would you be interested?
You didnât really have to think about it. Spend a long weekend with Sarah at a nice hotel for some extra pocket money? Uh, yeah! Of course you are interested.
So, that Friday morning, when Joel asked where he should pick you up to check in that evening, you told him he didnât have to worry, you can drive yourself after closing. He insisted, parking would be a nightmare anyway, and he had valet service. Heâs free to pick Sarah up, since the event would only start Saturday morning. He would just be there to mingle and make contacts, his staff would handle the rest.
You couldnât tell him you live there. What would he think of you? Julie saved the day, telling him that you could just leave with him when he picked Sarah up, sheâll handle the closing. That way, Joel could just drop you off at the daycare on Monday, and you could leave your car here in the meantime, she said. Thatâs settled, then, Joel said. Pick you up at 4.30, he said. You just nodded and brought Sarah inside with you, glad that your status as a semi-homeless person was safe.
You were not ashamed, per se. But what would he think of you if he knew the woman he trusted to take care of his daughter was without a home at the moment? You needed this job, you needed this extra money, so you chose to keep quiet, and Julie was kind enough to help you do the same.
That evening, he picked you and Sarah up, buckling her in the back seat before helping you up into his truck. Only when his door slammed shut did you realize that this was the first time you would be alone with him in a car for an amount of time. Shit. What do you talk about with someone like him? Can you even do that with someone like him? The man owned a business. You were an uneducated, homeless nobody.
You worries turned out to be unfounded. Sarah did all the talking, despite falling asleep every ten minutes, before waking up and continuing her stories as if she didnât just doze off for two full minutes. Two full minutes, which Joel filled with questions about you and Allie growing up. During the hour drive to the resort, you got to know him a little, and him, you. And not once, you realized, did he talk about his wealth, in fact, he didnât mention anything about his business to you all that weekend, preferring to talk about his family, namely Sarah, and asking you about yours, and getting to know you.
You also found out during that drive that the cuckoo lad gets better looking the longer you look at him, so you resorted to not doing that. Heâs your boss. Stop it Miss Addie.
When you got to the resort, he picked a sleeping Sarah up, the concierge taking care of the luggage. Tess met the three of you at the door, giving you a quick hug hello, and escorting you to the penthouse. Joel took Sarah to her bedroom, while the concierge took the luggage to the rooms, and you stood waiting to be taken to yours, until Tess told you that you would be staying in the penthouse with Joel. Separate rooms, of course. She, Tommy and Maria would be right next door.
You were flustered, to say the least. You had never been in a room this grand. The first floor of the penthouse was bigger than the house you and Allie grew up in, including the land around. That vase on the dining table looked as if it would cost all your savings to replace. What if you broke something? Shit.
Yeah, youâre just going to stand right there until Sarah woke up.
Joel came out of Sarahâs room, tipped the concierge and got your luggage himself, asking you to follow him. He took you to the room right next to Sarahâs and placed your luggage on the rack. He actually asked if he could get you anything. Like, sir? Excuse me? I should be getting you things, not the other way around? Hello? You really felt out of place there, how were you supposed to behave around people like him and his family? He seemed to sense it, so he got on to business.
âMake yourself at home. Weâll have dinner here tonight; the family will join us. Tomorrow onwards you will be mostly on your own but call us if you need anything. Charge everything to the room, just show them your key, okay?â
You nodded, eyes wide from trying to get the concept of charging things to the room.
You heard Sarah call for him. He immediately rushed over, and your heart freaking melted at his commitment to her. Stop it. Youâre here to work. Stop it.
As you unpacked your luggage and Sarahâs, you couldnât help but wonder what Allie wouldâve thought of this place. You went out to the expansive balcony and looked at the glorious view, the wind in your hair, feeling like a massive failure. You had always wanted to take her here. In the twelve years you had taken care of her, not once did you ever take her on a holiday, trying to save as much money as you could for more important things, just the beach on the weekends, or the park or the pool sometimes. Youâd never allowed pets, worried that the cost of their food and health care might be too much. Movies were a treat, much less the concession stand. Pizza? You can make one for cheaper, and far tastier.
You wondered, at that moment, if Allie hated you for that. If she did, she didnât show you, or maybe you were too blind to see it? She didnât get to enjoy the normal things kids her age did, because you were too tight with the purse strings, thinking that her college fund was more important than having fun. And where did all that lead you? Sheâs gone, youâre alone, that fund you were so keen on saving was gone within weeks, and you were sleeping in the spare room at the daycare where you worked.
You didnât even realize it, but your face was wet with tears in no time. You should have taken her here. Surely one night here wouldnât have bankrupted you. And she would have known what it was like to stay at a hotel at least once.
âMiss Addie, are you okay?â
You wiped your entire face with your sleeves and turned around to greet a groggy Sarah. You lifted her up and asked her if she would like to go to the pool. She excitedly nodded. You got ready, putting on your simple swimsuit that you had owned since God knows when, covering it with an old flannel that belonged to your father and a pair of knee length bike shorts. You then got Sarah ready, running into Joel who was on a phone call, and told him you were taking Sarah down for a swim. He nodded and said he will join you shortly, lifting the phone off his ear to say when he was done.
The kiddie pool was glorious. Sarah squealed with joy. She made you pretend to be a mermaid so she can sit on your back while you swam, giggling happily, her water wings smacking you on your face every few seconds. You had pool noodle sword fights, and built sandcastles on the fake beach, and watched as the fake waves wash the castle away.
She wanted ice lollies, so you took her to the stand that sold them. The two of you were heavily debating what flavour to get when a familiar voice greeted you.
âAddison? Is that you?â
And of course, Tanya had to be here. You put on a smile and greeted her back.
âWhat on earth are you doing at this hotel? Who did you fuâŚâ
She stopped when she saw Sarah. You lifted her up, not wanting her to continue with her usual foul-mouthed poison which seemed to happen whenever she spoke to you.
âWell, hello there,â she said, her body angled away from Sarah, nose scrunched as if she smelled bad. âWhoâs this?â
âAre you here for the convention?â you asked, not wanting to expose Sarah to her at all, remembering how bad she had been with kids, Allie in particular,
âOf course, the question is, what are you doing here, with a kid, no less.â
âHi, everything okay?â Joel appeared out of nowhere behind you.
âYeah, weâre just getting some ice lollies,â you said, as he took Sarah from you. âWhat flavour do you want?â
âSee if they have blueberry,â he said, eyeing Tanya, who had by now, taken her sunglasses off, and trailing her eyes all over Joel. âGet extra, Tommy, Maria and Tess are here, they got us a few chairs.
You got the ice lollies, and Joel immediately placed a hand on the small of your back and led you away. He had no idea who Tanya was, but he didnât get good vibes from her, so he took charge and got you and his daughter as far away as he can from her.
You let him lead you away, but your heart wouldnât give up the worry. Although you had always bit your tongue when it came to her, Tanya being here, as far as youâre concerned, brought nothing but trouble for you. When he asked you who that was, you just said she was your neighbour growing up. And he left it at that, clocking how uncomfortable you were with her.
The rest of the family cheered when you got there with the lollies. And within minutes, you almost forgot you were there to nanny for Sarah. None of them treated you like the staff. You were just one of them. You were just Addie, although Sarah kept correcting everyone and telling them your name was Miss Addie, thank you very much. You spent the evening talking to Tess, who couldnât stop asking you questions about your boss Julie, blushed, and told you to shut up when she noticed that you were looking at her with sly smile.
Maria asked how you got to be so good with children. She had heard about the way you coaxed Sarah to come out of the playhouse on her first day. You told them you had been babysitting since you were ten and taken care of Allie since she was born. You were just used to it. You all toasted Allie with lollies, even Sarah, and after a while, left to go back upstairs.
And of course, Tanya was in the elevator. She didnât say anything to you, but her eyes widened when she saw Tommy press the button for the penthouses. Joel eyed you the entire time, trying to figure out what was going on, but didnât say anything.
By the time dinner was over, you actually felt like you were part of the family, having gotten your hands smacked away every time you tried to clean up. Sarah sat on your lap during dinner, by the time the plates were cleaned, she was sound asleep. You lifted her up and brought her to bed. She woke up just as you were putting her down and asked if she could have a story from Daddy. Joel came in and laid next to her, so you got up to leave, giving them some privacy, but Sarah said no, Miss Addie, stay. Lie here and patted her other side for you.
Okay, this was awkward. But Joel just said, yes, Miss Addie, stay, a teasing smile on his face, his hand going over Sarahâs head, patting the same area she was.
Well, Sarah was right there, and you couldnât resist the pleading look. Itâs not like you were next to him. Sarah was there, cutest little buffer to ever exist.
So you laid down and listened to the story with her. Before long, you fell asleep to his deep, calming voice reading Goodnight Moon, his daughter snuggled in your arms.
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You groggily woke up way too the next morning with Sarah on the other side of you, somehow she had rolled over you and gotten to the other side, still snuggled up to you. You smiled a little at the thought. Allie used to do that too. How wonderful to be young and able to sleep so soundly to the point that you could literally roll over someone and not wake up.
A small, masculine snore properly woke you.
That didnât come from the little girl in your arms.
Oh shit, whose arm was hugging Sarah over your waist?
Whoâs sleeping behind you?
You carefully let Sarah go, and shimmied your way down the bed, under the arm, and slid onto the floor.
Oh crap. Joel Miller was sleeping on the bed. Behind you. His arm was over your waist.
Awkward, right? YeahâŚ
So, you slowly got out of the open door, and went back to your room.
Joel woke up as you softly shut the door, realizing where he was, feeling the warmth you left on the bed in the space between him and Sarah, wondering what just happened. He fell asleep in Sarahâs room. That much he realized. Did you spend the whole night here too? Had you just woken up? But before he could even think further, Sarah turned and shuffled over into his arms, and he closed his eyes, the smell of his daughterâs hair lulling him back to sleep.
When he woke up about two hours later, you were not in the penthouse. He got ready for his very full day, having agreed to meet some people at breakfast downstairs. You came back in just as he was putting his shirt on, a bag in your hands. He found you in the kitchen, putting fresh fruits away in the fridge, some dried fruits and nuts on the counter. Snacks for Sarah throughout the day, you said. Itâs okay, he could go if he needed to, youâve got Sarah. Youâll bring her down for breakfast when she wakes up.
You didnât mention anything about the sleeping arrangement, so he didnât either, thinking that he had just imagined the whole thing. Surely you would say something if that really happened? So, he told you to call him if you needed anything, went to Sarahâs room to kiss her goodbye, and left.
You got Sarah ready; she was excited to spend the day outside. She had seen the elaborate set up for kids the resort had put out for the event and was practically vibrating with excitement. Breakfast first, you said. She pouted, eager to go to the bouncy house, but followed you to the dining hall quietly.
You saw Joel immediately as you walked into the room, chatting with an older man, a cup of coffee in his hands. You went around the buffet, asking Sarah what she wanted for breakfast, to which she pouted and said she wanted to play. You kneeled in front of her and told her if she wanted to play, she needs to be strong. Otherwise she would fall asleep while playing, and we donât want that, now, would we? She contemplated your words for a bit, her face scrunched up in thought, before telling you she wanted eggs and tomatoes for breakfast. You got some for her and was walking towards an empty table when Tanya spotted you, running a little to get to you.
You got to your table and made sure Sarah started eating. Tanya had taken the seat across from you, asking you what you were doing there, and who you were there with. Sarah asked you if she could have some juice with her milk, and Tanya rolled her eyes at the interruption. You told Sarah she could have juice after she finished eating, and she nodded.
âCome on, who was that delicious hunk from yesterday? Is that your boyfriend?â
You were annoyed that she would ask you questions like that with Sarah sitting right there. Sheâs three, not deaf.
âWhatâs a boyfriend?â Sarah asked you.
âHey, little girl, when adults are talking, you donât speak, okay? Thatâs rude.â
You looked at her disbelievingly. Was she serious right now?
âWhat? Itâs true!â
âPlease keep your voice down. And what Iâm doing here or who I am here with is none of your business, Tanya.â
âOh, come on, Addie. Weâve known each other forever. I canât ask you if youâre with someone?â
Her phone rang, and she got up to answer it, moving a few steps away from the table towards the nearest windows.
âDaddy!!!â Sarah squealed.
Joel came to the table and gave Sarah a kiss. He told her he had to go to work, but she has to listen to Miss Addie, okay? Donât give Miss Addie any trouble?
She nodded excitedly. Joel turned to you, taking something out of his wallet.
âSo, you should be able to charge anything to the room with your key, but if that doesnât work, just use this card, okay? Anything she needs. Donât be shy to use it for anything you need too,â he said, giving you one of his credit cards, before bending a bit, whispering the pin code to your ears.
Oh⌠goosebumps.
You just nodded, pocketing the card. He kissed Sarah goodbye one more time, told her to be good, and placed his hand on your shoulder, squeezing lightly, telling you he will see the two of you at lunch.
He was still in your line of sight when Tanya sat back down, a disbelieving and smug look on her face.
âOh, my, God. Youâre his nanny? I knew you didnât have it in you to get someone that hot. Heâs too good for you,â she said, a satisfied look on her face, before placing her elbows on the table.
âSo, is he single?â
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Part 6
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He finds a trunk the size of a microwave under the table of a second-hand shop. It's not very heavy, and the woman attending agrees to give it to him if Billy helps her label some products.
The trunk is a rich mahogany color, with some travel stickers peeking out all over the lid. Some are from Egypt, others from China, and Billy swears there must be one from London under the dirt surrounding it.
He barely makes it to Bambi's house after being chased by some older kids. But here it is. The young woman had agreed to share the apartment after a wave of kidnappings in Fawcett. According to her, Billy was too sweet to be kidnapped; this comes thanks to Billy convincing her to go back to school and become a nurse.
So, great news, Billy has his own key.
And he also has many ideas about what to put inside the trunk. His parents' letters, his favorite stuffed animal, his crystal ball⌠courtesy of a retired clairvoyant, and his greatest treasure: his album with all the superhero clippings.
Don't get it wrong, if he had the chance to save one thing, he would go for his parents' letters, but currently, that book held Billy's hope on every page, and he read it every night.
Bambi insists that he should be more interested in comics than in the news, yet she never forgets to bring him a couple of newspapers every day.
Billy felt that with her, they were a small team like Batman and Robin.
He never would have imagined that when he wanted to show her the trunk, its contents would have disappeared.
All he could do was accept that it was a nightmare and go to sleep.
Worry wakes him up in the early morning, and he discovers that his trunk is deeper than it should be.
He discovers it when he accidentally falls into the trunk.
A bit dazed, he notices that he is no longer in his Fawcett apartment; worse still, he is still inside a trunk. It's not his trunk, but it is still one.
With some effort, he manages to open the the lid and dosen´t recognize where he is. But the luxurious surroundings tell Billy that he shouldn't be there.
He planned to listen to his brain and go back into the box, but it sounds like a very bad idea⌠he tries to explore the room, and besides a large canopy bed, a closet full of sheets, and the absence of personality, no one had slept in that place for a long time. He is left with only a window with a view of the large garden of the place. Nothing that would help him recognize where he was, however.
While thinking of some clue, he ended up falling asleep on the soft bed.
"Kid⌠wake up."
Billy threw himself off the bed in an attempt to find out who had woken him up.
He did not expect to find a teenager with blue eyes and black hair like his. Aside from that, it was someone who had found him when Billy accidentally invaded his home.
A bunch of thoughts tangled in his head. Police, social services, jail, kidnapperâŚ
That last one didn't make sense⌠But Billy knew he was in trouble!
However, instead of any normal reaction the other boy might have had, he acted carefully not to scare the younger one, and it workedâŚ
Billy had already decided that he would take advantage of any distraction to get back into the trunk and hope to return home. He wasn't very smart, but Billy wanted to have faith that he could get back home with thatâŚ
"Calm down, kid, I didn't mean to scare you, and I didn't expect Bruce to bring another kid without warning us⌠I live here. What's your name?"
"I shouldn't tell my name to strangers."
"That's okay, I wouldn't either if I were you⌠but I can't just call you kid⌠my name is JasonâŚ"
To buy some time, he came up with an idea. He had used this trick with two social workers and hoped this boy would fall for it, he would if he was the good person he claimed to be.
"I'm Billy⌠and I'm very hungry."
As expected, the teenager asks him to wait while he brings something from the kitchen. Billy promises not to go anywhere and opens the trunk as soon as Jason closes the door.
To his surprise, the bottom had disappeared, and he wasted no time before throwing himself inside.
Billy knows it might not be as dangerous when he returns to his apartment. Bambi scolds him for leaving without telling her. But Billy can only hug her while he processes what happened.
First, his trunk is magical; second, his most valuable possessions have disappeared; third, his trunk is magical! and fourth, he is going to go back in to recover his treasures.
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