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A Stepcest Love Story About Jim

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Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3, Chapter 4

Hi! Remember me? I write stories! Sorry for being MIA for so long, I'll explain why in a little post a little later. Anywho, thank you so much for your support, and I hope you all think this chapter was worth the wait!

Word Count: 5,492

Warning(s) SMUT (MINORS DNI), Swearing, Emotional Cheating, Angst, Fluff, Family Drama, Forbidden Love, Crying, Drinking, Infidelity, Sneaking Around, Stepcest, Step-Daughter/Step-Father,A Ruined Christmas Dinner...uh I think that's it?

Summary: You told yourself and Jim that you were putting your foot down and putting a stop to all of it. However, after the family Christmas dinner from Hell, you start to wonder what's the point?

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I do not give permission/consent for my works/stories to get posted elsewhere. I do not condone this type of relationship, this is clearly for entertainment purposes only.

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Chapter 5

“You usually love Christmas,” Ciara sighs as you and her wrap Christmas presents.

“Why did I agree to this? This is so fucking stupid. I haven’t seen him in months, and I should’ve just kept it that away,” you huff, throwing your gift for his daughter to the side. 

“Babe-”

“I have to see them together which, fine okay, my fault, but still. I shouldn’t be this angry and jealous, but I am,” you practically growl. 

You and Jim hadn’t seen each other since he left after the week you told him he needs to get back with your Mother. You both really have done your best to limit your contact, but you’re so weak. You cracked first.

“Everythin’ okay, Angel?” Jim asked frantically once he answered the phone.

“I’m...are ya doin’ something?”

“Are you okay?”

“I just...I miss you,” you confessed softly.

“I miss you too,” he sighed heavily, “but this was your-”

“I know, love. I know. I just wanted to hear your voice.”

He was for a moment before he asked, “how was your first month back?”

“I can’t wait to be done with it,” you laughed softly as you started to pace in your room.

“Angel?”

“Yeah?”

“I really miss you.”

“I really miss you, too.”

He let out a heavy sigh before he followed up with, “I love you. I love you so much.”

You clenched your eyes shut and rubbed the right side of your forehead, before you responded with, “I love you too, baby. With all of my heart.”

You’d honestly done all you could to keep things from going back to how they were, but Jim was persistent. 

“I just want to spend a few days with ya, Angel,” he sighed into the phone, and you could tell that he was pacing.

You two were always pacing when you were on the phone with each other.

“You know you can’t! We have to stop doing this! She’ll find out and all hell will break loose!”

“Then let her find out! I want to be with you! We both want to be together-”

“Jim, she’s my Mother. I can’t just act like this isn’t horribly selfish and wrong!”

“I never said it wasn’t, I just don’t understand we can’t pursue it. I don’t want to hurt anyone, but staying with her to spare her feelings, is just as bad as what we’ve already done!”

You hate that he made a valid point.

“No Jim, this is over. It’s done. We both have to stop.”

He let out a heavy sigh before he told you, “I’ll see you tomorrow,” and hung up before you had a chance to protest.

When you got back to your dorm the following day, he was standing right outside your door with a bouquet of red roses in hand.

“You shouldn’t be here,” you muttered, as both elation and heartbreak washed over you.

“I needed to see you.”

“No, you wanted to see me.”

“Why do you keep doin’ this? We’re in love-”

“I can’t do this to her!”

“Ya already have!”

“Jim, if ya really don’t wanna be with her, then leave her but you can’t be with me.”

“Angel-”

“We talked about this already-”

“And what happened the next night?”“Jim,” you scowled as you unlocked your door and both quickly made your way inside.

“And who started it?” he pressed as he placed the flowers on your desk.

“That’s why I said we both have to stop. I know I sent you the pictures, and I’m the one that called you. I’m sorry, okay? I really am, because I say one thing then do another, because you’re right: I’m in love with ya and I want to be with you. However, I have to stop being selfish. We both do.”

“We’ve already crossed the line, Angel,” he whispered softly as he closed the space between you two. “We’ve crossed it a lot and in every way you can. I don’t want just ya body, I want you, Angel. Every part of you, every fuckin’ day.”

“Jim, we have to stop. This isn’t good for either of us, and it’s not healthy. We can’t be together,” you whispered, looking everywhere except for at him. 

He focused your gaze on him and looked you over, “we can do whatever we want.”

Damn him and those blue eyes.

He had you naked and on your back in no time. You kept saying you would stop, but he just made it so damn hard. Especially when he was in front of you. To make it worse, when everything was all said and done, he was so gentle and sweet with you.

“We can tell her together, if you’re afraid of doing this alone,” he offered before he kissed your bare shoulder.

“Jim, why don’t you see how wrong this is?”

“I told you before that I do, but I also know how much I love you. How much we love each other. It’s scary and it’s gonna hurt her, but we’ll have each other.”

“Jim-”

“I won’t leave your side when it gets tough. You know that.”

“I believe you, Jim. I honestly do, but I just can’t...in secret is one thing,” you sighed as you felt his body stiffen. “It’s not even because we both know it’s wrong and we’re sneaking, but because it’s our own world that we’re safe in. Making it known...making it public, even if you weren’t married to my Mother, it would be a fucking nightmare. Your ex-wife, your children, your friends-”

“I don’t care-”

“But you will. Especially when it comes to your children.”

“It won’t always be like this-”

“Jim, I just don’t want to hurt her. If you truly don’t want to be with her, I told you to just leave-”

“What’s the point if I can’t be with you? Angel, I’ll never stop telling you that you’re the only one for me, because you’ll always be the only one for me. I don’t say this stuff so you’ll keep opening your legs for me. I love everything about you, the good and the bad parts. You don’t hide the darker sides of you from me, you let me in, you accept me, you’re warm and welcoming...I can go on.”

“Jim...” you sobbed softly, and he softly wiped away your tears with the tip of his thumb.

“It’s goin’ to be hard, but we can do this. We’ll make it,” he promised with a silent confidence.

In those moments, it was so hard to think straight. Whenever you were with him, you could see a future with him. One where you would be happy and content. To make matters worse, when you got to your dorm after your classes the next day, he was waiting in your room. Writing away while a Dexy’s Midnight Runners album played softly in the background. You greeted him with a kiss, which he happily returned, and you sat opposite of him on your bed and started working on your essay.

The whole thing felt so normal and domestic. As if you two did it every day. After about an hour or so, he insisted on taking you at out to dinner. He told you about what he and his kids had been up to, how work had been going, and told you how much he liked (or was completely and utterly confused by) the movies you’d told him to watch during the Summer. He then asked you about how school and your classes were going, if you’d settled on a job as well as a place to stay, and what you had been up to in your spare time.

Afterwards, he took you out of for ice cream, and you two took a walk with one arm each wrapped around each other. It felt as if were a dream. You two laughed and talked about nothing and everything, and it felt as if you two had been together for years. At the end of the night, you cuddled up to him on your bed and you watched classic films until you fell asleep.

Yes, when Jim was around, it was so easy to get lost in love and the dream. The dream life you two were sure you two could create. However, when he left, it didn’t take long for euphoric fog to lift.

“I don’t know, he seems distant again,” your Mother sighed on the phone as you poured yourself a glass of wine. “Ever since he got back from seeing his friend...I don’t know, I thought we were alright again. I even offered to go with him and he said no.”

“What does he say when you ask him?”

“Not much,” she sighed heavily again, and you could hear the pain in her voice.

It really did break your heart, and it made you hate yourself in the worst way.

“I’m tryin my best to make him happy, and I had hope that I could fix things, but...I don’t think I can make it work, my darling. He hates me,” she sobbed as you switched from the glass to the bottle. 

After that, you put a stop to everything with Jim for good. You didn’t return his texts, phone calls, you resisted the urge to hear his voice and check in on his well-being, and when you’d see him waiting for you outside of your dorm room, you’d stay in the library until you fell asleep.

You had to stop. The last text he sent you broke your heart.

My Love: I can’t make you stay and I can’t make you love me as much as I love you. I want this, Angel, and I know you do too, but I’m not gonna force ya. I’ll wait for you forever if I have to, but it’s always goin’ to be you for me. Take care of yourself and stay focused. I love you.

You cried for a month. However, you held strong (even at the darkest of times), and have been able to avoid Jim...except for now.

“Why spend the holiday alone when ya can be home with your family?” your Mother questioned merrily, and you heard her moving around the kitchen.

“I just think I should be savin’ the money-”

“I can pay for it! Jim got a raise at work and I’ve been cuttin’ back on a lot! It’ll be a good time, nothin’ like Summer!”

“Mother-”

“Jim will have his kids with him and I want mine here too. I know it was a horrible Summer, and it was my fault, but I want us to try again. All of us.”

You didn’t want to hurt her than you already had, unbeknownst to her.

“I’ll stay with Ciara-”

“Stay here at home! I’ll make your room up nice for you-”

“Mother, that’s too many people in one space-”

“Nonsense! The kids will stay downstairs in your old spare room, since they always seem to since I turned into the game room-”

“You did what?”

“I didn’t think you’d mind, because you’re never here,” she quickly defended as you swallowed down a frustrated groan.

Yes, you’re the villain in this story, but your grandparents had that room made just for you, and it felt a little insulting that she hadn’t asked.

“It’s fine, you’re right, I’m never there-”

“You’re mad-”

“I’m not mad, I’m just...it doesn’t matter, it’s fine. Still, no matter how it’s split up, it’s too many of us in-”

“Y/N, please. I really want this. It’ll be a nice time,” she promised, and you could hear the sincerity in her voice. “You can even have Ciara and her little family over. It’ll be a good time, just say you’ll come and stay.”

Fuck.

All of this is why you’re currently at Ciara’s house and frustratingly wrapping gifts.

“If you’re this upset, just tell her you’re sick-”

“No, because I’m the reason I’m so upset. If I hadn’t opened my legs for him-”

“Stop it, babe. No, it’s not right or ideal, but it’s not like there was another way this could’ve played out. She lied, treated you both like absolute shite, and you both found comfort in each other. Everyone had a part to play in this.”

“I just wanted to stay at school.”

“When do you go back?”

“In a few days, thank God.”

“You can survive these next few days, babe. I’m right here by your side.”

“Except for tonight,” you groan as you finish wrapping Jim’s gift.

“How hellbent is she on you spending the night.”

“I’ve tried to get out of it four times and she’ll hear none of it.”

“She’s really trying to make up for Summer, huh?”

“She’s trying to prove to Jim that she really is the woman he fell in love with.”

“What do you think?”

“I genuinely never know with her,” you scoff. “How fucking sad is that?”

Ciara places a gentle hand on your shoulder and gives it a squeeze, “one way or another, I promise you that it’ll be okay.”

“Alright ladies,” Darragh smiles, bouncing a very happy and Christmas ready Nora in his arms, “I do believe we are ready to go.”

“She looks so cute!” you coo, standing up and holding out your arms, to which she giggles and grabs for you too. “I missed you!” you squeal once Darragh passes her to you.

“Aunnie!” she beams before kissing your cheek.

You really do wish you had Ciara’s life.

“Ready?” he questions as he puts on his own coat.

“I guess we’ll find out,” you mutter as all of you make your way towards the door.

Somehow, you just know something is going to go wrong. You can feel in your bones that this is going to be the worst Christmas you’ve ever had.

And that’s saying a lot.

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“So, it’s not enough that he brought his ex-wife, but my Mother had to invite Rose? It’s barely 2 in the afternoon and she’s shit faced!” you scowl to Ciara as you both retreat to your bedroom.

“Yeah, literally the worst idea either of them could’ve had,” she mutters, taking a large sip of her drink.

Since the four of you arrived, its been nothing but absolute chaos. The food is nowhere close to being ready, your Mother isn’t paying any attention to anything because Rose came with her boyfriend of the month, the kids are hyped up on candy and are hungry along with desperate to open presents, you and Jim are avoiding each other like the plague, and you’re pretty sure his ex-wife has figured that there’s something going on between the two of by the way she keeps looking between the two of you.

You truly wish you would’ve stayed at school.

“Well, at least it’s all chaos. Maybe we’ll be able to-”

“There you are,” she’s cut off by Jim’s voice.

Fuck.

“Uh, Darragh is lookin’ for ya. Nora is bein’ fussy for her bottle-”

“Every time with this girl. I’ll be right back...it’s gonna be alright,” she promises with a weak smile before getting up and walking out.

You don’t why you expect Jim to follow.

“Are you okay?” he asks after a moment, closing the door to your bedroom.

‘Don’t do anything stupid’ you mentally scold yourself.

“It’s going about as well as I expected,” you shrug with a small laugh. “I didn’t expect you to invite your ex-”

“That wasn’t my idea,” he quickly interjects. “The kids wanted us all together. I told her she can bring her husband, but she didn’t want to for whatever reason. Trust me, I don’t want her here anymore than you do.”

“Why not?”

“There’s no reason,” he shrugs. “We have our arrangement, we get along well enough, and we speak when necessary. There’s no reason for us to spend holidays together, but ‘m not gonna tell my kids no.”

“That’s fair,” you sigh, looking down at your feet. “I didn’t think you’d still be with her by now,” you confess softly.

He’s quiet for a moment before he admits, “I stay so I can see you. You won’t see me, and I get why, but...I know it’s wrong and selfish, but it’s all that we have. All that I have.”

You stand up as you fight off tears, “we should get back downstairs-”

“Can we please just stay here a moment? I won’t touch you, I won’t try anything, and I won’t even talk to you if you don’t want, but can we please just stay here a minute?” he pleads softly.

“We shouldn’t...God, why am I cryin’?” you sob, wiping your eyes. “We’re doin’ the right thing! By stayin’ away from each other, we’re doin’ the right thing!”

“Angel, please-” “Ya can’t call me that, Jim. We can’t slip back into-’

“We wouldn’t be. We can’t slip back into something we never left. We just pretend we turned our feelings off. Neither of us actually did it.”

Damn him for being able to read you like a book.

“We should go back down. There’s no reason for us to have been gone as long as we have.”

“Can we talk tonight? I swear, we’ll just talk,” he asks quietly, and you can hear the desperation in his voice.

“What’s there left to say?”

“So much. Please, just a little bit. Danielle isn’t staying, the kids will be downstairs, your Mother will be asleep...I’ll go whenever you want me to.”

Your heart speaks before mind even has a chance to come up with an argument, “sure, Jim. Only for a little though.”

The smile that comes to his face makes your heart light up. God, you love him so much. 

“Alright, I’ll uh, I’ll get back down there and we’ll talk tonight,” he smiles before practically running out of the room and leaving you to your thoughts.

You tell yourself that you’re going to be mature about this whole thing, and you won’t react the same way you have in the past. You’ve been resisting your urges for this long, and you can keep doing it. You just have to remember who you’re doing this for and why. After reconfirming that you’ll continue to be strong about the whole thing, you take a deep breath and head back downstairs.

Only to find yourself instantly pissed off.

“I’m just so happy for you!” your Mother drunkenly squeals as she latches on to Jim, and squeezes his arm tight. “You have what Jim and I have, and I love that!” she beams as Danielle scowls from across the table, taking a long sip of wine.

Your instant emotion is anger and you don’t know why. You keep saying you want this, it’s the reason you refuse to be with Jim, and yet all you want to do is break everything in sight. 

“Mum, what’s the ETA on dinner?” you ask as nonchalantly as you can, but you can feel Jim’s eyes on you as you pour yourself a drink, and you can tell that he knows you’re furious.

“Ugh, I keep forgettin’ to season it! I’m just so happy!” she drunkenly giggles.

“Don’t worry, I’ll take care of it,” you mutter, grabbing your whiskey and coke, before rushing off to the kitchen.

“I’ll join ya,” Danielle offers, and it only makes you that much more miserable.

There’s an uncomfortable silence that settles between the two of you as you season the meat, and she cuts up vegetables; the both of you drinking.

“Your Mother is a piece of work,” Danielle finally says as she put the vegetables in a bag before adding seasoning.

“That’s...a nice way of putting it,” you chuckle humorlessly, finally turning on the oven, before resuming your seasoning of the salmon and the chicken. “I’m sorry that your children have to-”

“I know Jim doesn’t allow them to be alone with her when she’s like this,” she quickly dismisses. “We may not be on the best of terms, but hes never been a bad Father.”

“I’m glad you two can stay civil for the two of them. They’re wonderful.”

“They really seem to love you. Every time they come to visit, they ask if you’ll be around.”

“We just spent a lot of time together over the Summer. My Mother being the way she was...it was nice to give them an outlet.”

“I suppose your Mother is the reason you and Jim fell in love,” she mutters as she shakes the bag.

You can’t catch a fucking break.

“I barely know Jim. They were married for a year before I even met him, let alone knew him. After the disastrous Summer I spent here...I stayed away.”

“Then why does he look at you like that? Why won’t you look at him?”

“I won’t look at him because my Mother gets drunk, then gets jealous, and I have to fix everything. I’d rather her be drunk and happy than drunk and reckless while I’m on Holiday,” you murmur as you slide the two pans of salmon into the oven.

She seems to soften a bit at that.

“I’m sorry, I just...I know that look Jim gets, and I get why your Mother would get jealous, honestly. Everyone seems to like you, you’re extremely smart from what I’ve heard your Mother say, the kids love you and they say you’re insanely kind and funny, you’re beautiful, and...as the ex and an older woman, I get it. You’re what we fear. Hell, that’s what happened with he and I. He found a younger model,” she scowls, dumping the cut up vegetables in the greased pan and standing back as they sizzle.

You’ve got to hand it Jim for being able to keep a secret for so long, because the fact that Danielle still doesn’t know that Yvonne was the one he was cheating with has you genuinely amazed. 

“I shouldn’t have just accused you like that, and I’m sorry,” she smiles weakly.

Does universe not think you feel guilty enough? Fucks sake. 

“It’s truly okay, I understand. These events are always...a lot to deal with,” you laugh softly. “It’s brave of you to be here.”

“Well, the fallout from the divorce was bad and it’s the least I can do. I know they miss us all bein’ together. It’s just one day.”

“Why didn’t you bring-”

“He and Jim...they don’t get along. He met him at a family friend’s funeral and they got into a fight. Jim attacked him,” she scoffs, mixing around the vegetables in the skillet. 

Jim had told you about it.

“Ah, I completely understand,” you laugh softly, taking the chicken out of the beer batter and throwing it into the frying pan.

“Anythin’ I can do to help?” Jim asks, making his way inside and rubbing his hands together.

You don’t miss the way Danielle looks him over. She’s still in love with and misses him. God, why does Jim have to make all of you so crazy?

“I think we’re all good in here,” Danielle smiles towards you, and you nod.

“You can start settin’ up for dinner if you want, but it’s gonna take a bit,” you promise as you start cutting up potatoes.

“Any drinks need to be refilled?”

“We’re all fine here, Jim. You can relax,” Danielle promises with a faux smile. 

All of this is killing her.

Jim just nods before giving you a small smile and making his way out.

“I won’t tell her, ya know. That you still love him,” you promise her softly before taking a sip of your drink as you flip over the chicken.

“Hmm? Tell who-”

“Ya don’t have to play coy with me, and I don’t blame ya. My Mother didn’t even contemplate trying to change for the better until she met Jim,” you chuckle humorlessly. “You two had your whole lives to look forward together, and then you didn’t. Love doesn’t just go away because you want it to. Trust me, I know.”

“Yeah, I can see why the kids love ya,” she chuckles with a head nod and you laugh. “How do ya get it to crisp so perfectly?” she asks as you take the chicken out of the frying pan. 

Soon enough, you’re both lost in conversation about some of the tricks and recipes your Grandmother taught you, and it’s almost enough to make you forget the pain and guilt you feel. It’s not enough for you to hate yourself over what you did, but now (in some weird way), you feel guilty about maintaining some sort of friendship/relationship with Danielle. 

By the time dinner is finally ready, you have a buzz and you desperately just want to go back and hide in your dorm room.

“Jim and I are so happy you all could be here for tonight’s special dinner,” your Mother beams, slur apparent as she raises her glass.

You could kick down a door you’re so angry.

“It’s by no means traditional and, it’s been a bit bumpy to get to this road,” she smiles towards you with a nod, “but we got here. We’re together as a real family.”

You squeeze Ciara’s hand under the table and you hear her stifle a laugh, which brings a small smile to your face.

“I’d really like to thank My Little Darling and Danielle for putting together this amazing feast, because I was too caught up with Rose and Jim,” she giggles and you roll your eyes. “Anyway, I’m dragging all of this out much longer than I should be,” she laughs, gaining a few laughs from Rose and her boyfriend, along with a small and awkward smile from Jim. “I love you all and Happy Christmas,” she sheepishly smiles with a nod.

“Happy Christmas!” everyone cheers, raising their own glasses (or cups of juice).

“Aunnie!” Nora cries for you as she reaches out for you while in Darragh’s hold.

“What’s wrong, Little Love,” you coo as Ciara hands her to you, along with her food.

She giggles and smiles once she’s in your arms, giving you a small kiss on the cheek.

“I’ve missed you too,” you giggle kissing her cheek, while scooping some mashed potatoes onto her small spoon. “We’re gonna eat.”

“Yeah!”

She’s by all means, Ciara’s child. 

“You’re so good with her,” Jim comments, a genuine smile on his face he watches the both of you, and your heart flutters a bit.

“I just let her lead the way. It won’t always be this easy,” you laugh, trying to avoid his gaze.

“It’s never this easy,” Ciara scoffs, “just stay in Dublin.”

“Stay in Dublin? Where else would you go?” your Mother chimes in, dropping her fork.

You and Ciara exchange a look, and Ciara is desperately screaming ‘I’m sorry!’ with her eyes. So, much for a happy Christmas.

“Nothin’, I’ve just been lookin for a place to live-”

“You’ve been lookin’ in Dublin, right?”

“I’ve been lookin at what I can afford. You inherited a house, I didn’t. The cost of living right now-”

“You should want to stay close to family!”

“Mum, it’s Christmas. We’ve had a really nice day, and I really want to keep it that way. Nothing is set in stone and we still have time.”

“I just don’t understand why ya want to be far.”

Of course she doesn’t.

“We can talk about it another time, lets just enjoy the rest of the day. We haven’t even gotten to the presents yet,” you try to encourage.

“If you lived far, would you still come for a visit when we’re here?” Alannah questions innocently, but you don’t miss the way your Mother rolls her eyes.

“Of course I will, but I don’t know what my next move is, honestly. I haven’t even decided on a job,” you laugh awkwardly as you feed Nora more potatoes.

“Of course they want you to come back,” your Mother scowls, as she picks up her fork.

“Please, can we not do this on Christmas? It’s been a really nice dinner-”

“Of course you make your Mother upset and don’t wanna deal with it,” Rose chimes in, and you quite literally bite your tongue to keep from cursing her out.

“Kids, guess what’s always been a Christmas tradition,” Darragh interrupts, being quick on his feet as he stands up and grabs his plate, “dinner in the TV room!”

He didn’t have to say anything else. Both kids are up and running before he has a chance to turn and take Nora into his arms, who whines in protest. All of a sudden, it’s just you, Ciara, Jim, Danielle, Rose, and her boyfriend.

“Well, if you have somethin’ to fuckin say, lets fuckin’ hear it then,” you snap at Rose who looks both shocked and taken aback by your words.

“This past Summer, you came home and acted like you owned the damn place!”

“So, her getting drunk off of her ass every night, yelling at both Jim and I over things that were her own doing, you encouraging it, and us having to carry her up the steps, and much more was my fault?” you scoff as you dig your fork into your salmon.

“You always make her feel awful-”

“Y/N wasn’t even going to come home!” Ciara snaps, and you know that all hopes for a peaceful night have gone out the window. “She was going to stay with me, and your best friend begged her to stay here! She begged her to stay here, just to drop a fuckin’ bombshell on her, then got pissy when her true personality got exposed! How is that on Y/N?! Now, you’re going to give her a hard time for not wanting to be anywhere near you at all?! How can you blame her? You two have always treated her like shite! Never takin’ care of her, always makin’ her look after the both of you! Then, your little pretend personalities faded away, and you needed to blame someone for someone else realizing that you two are worthless! No wonder Jim was thinking about leaving Y/M/N!” she snaps and you quickly squeeze her hand. “Fuck,” she scoffs softly.

“You told her?!” your Mother questions, suddenly very interested in the argument at hand.

“I had to tell someone-”

“You little-”

“All I’ve ever wanted to do was make you truly happy! I’ve tried and tried, time and time again, my entire life to please you! To be looked at like I’m not someone you despise! Yet, no matter what I do, it’s never been enough for ya! I can’t figure out for the life of me, what the hell is so wrong with me, that ya can’t just love me for me, but I’ve stopped tryin’! Ya keep forcin’ together all these pieces that don’t fit, then blame me when it all goes wrong! You made me feel horrible for not wantin’ to be here, and then you made me feel horrible for bein’ here! Yes, I told my best friend, because I had no one else to turn to! Least of all you, Mum!” you snap, quickly wiping your eyes with the back of your hand.

“I’ve tried my best to fix all the things-”

“You haven’t tried to do a single fuckin’ thing!” Ciara snaps. “Even now, who saved the day when ya came up short? Y/N. Who made sure we had dinner at decent hour? Y/N. Ya drunk as shit, being a total arse with ya bestie, and she’s bein’ nicer that ya deserve! She’s always nicer than ya deserve!” she practically snarls.

“She’s the reason everythin’ is so hard! The least she can do is make herself useful when she’s around!” your Mother snaps.

You don’t even give Ciara a chance to think of a response on your behalf. Instead, you get up and storm to the entry way, quickly pulling on and buttoning your plaid peacoat while stepping into your boots, and storming out.

You don’t have a particular destination in mind, you just know you need to get away from everyone before you do and/or say something stupid. She couldn’t just let Christmas be decent? Yeah, you’ve done horrible shit behind her back, but (once again) she’s the one who begged you to come and stay with her. She’s the one who said this would be nothing like Summer. Yet, here you are at a liquor store, feeling just as miserable as you did over the Summer.

“Fed up with ya family too, eh?” the man laughs, handing you back the bottle of whiskey you picked up after he scanned it.

“I’m always fed up with my family,” you scoffs and he lets out a small laugh. “Happy Christmas.”

“Happy Christmas, a ghrá,” he nods with a soft smile.

No, you have no idea where you’re headed. You just know, like always, that you’d rather be anywhere but home.

~~

[writingbyshiloh]

The Valentine's Question

AN: I figured this is during an early season but could be during any time of the snow 

Warnings: Not beta read, fluff.

Summary: It’s Valentine’s Day and Jim has a question

You stuck your head out of the conference room to see if Jim was on a call. The optimist part of you hoped your crush wouldn't be busy and could help. The other part of you knew that if he was on a sales call, then he wouldn’t reject you because you wouldn't have to ask. 

Phyllis and Angela roped you into the party planning committee and gave you the job of decorations. Sure you could have put the decorations up yourself (after finding a stepping stool or jumping), but asking Jim would give you some alone time with him and without Micheal or Dwight. Plus all the decorations had fallen to the floor. 

Jim had his head down but was thankfully off the phone. 

“Jim! Jimothy!” you hissed, using the nickname Micheal used on him once. 

Jim turned around, facing Micheal's office door (which was fortunately shut) before he swivelled to the conference room. When he saw you his face lit up in a smile, which you quickly returned. 

You jerked your head back, trying to get him into the conference room, before closing the door behind him. 

“I help with the decorations,” you explained. 

“Is the plan to have decorations on the floor? Because if so you’re doing great.” Jim teased kindly. 

You slide the diagram Angela drew you over to Jim. 

“The PPC was very specific about how the conference room should look.” 

You tried not to notice how close Jim stood to you while he studied the digraph. 

Grabbing the new pile of decorations you moved away from him, the close contact was too much. 

“I can stand on a chair if you hand me the decorations?” you suggested hopefully. It was nice to be close to Jim but Angela was also scary. 

Jim nodded in agreement and took the decorations into one of his arms while offering his free hand to help you onto the chair. 

With a soft grunt, you got up on the chair and started taping the decorations to the wall. 

A comfortable silence fell over Jim and yourself. 

“Do you have any plans tonight?” He asked, breaking the silence. 

“I’m sure if I play my cards right, then Angela will ask me to take down the decorations,” you said with a small laugh. “What about you, Halpert?”

“Think she’ll make me join if I mess up the theme?” 

You both laughed at that, knowing how dramatic the party planning committee could be. 

“She will if you keep putting the large hearts above the small ones! Seriously Halpert, get your head in the game.” you tease, not missing the slight blush on Jim's face. 

‘Can I ask you something?” Jim said, voice more serious than before. 

Concern immediately flooded your face. 

“Of course,” you replied matching the tone of his voice. 

Before Jim could ask you the question, Phyllis poked her head in to let you know there is an emergency PPC meeting. 

You turned to see what the question was, but Jim demised you to go with her. 

---

You found Jim later in the kitchen/break room during a quiet moment of the party. 

“Are you seriously missing the party after all the hard work we did on the decorations?” you teased him again. 

“You know, I got so exhausted I needed to take a break.” 

You laughed. 

“What was the question you wanted to ask?”

The tone shifted slightly. Jim toyed with the mug he was holding. 

“I wanted to ask -” Jim started before being interrupted by Micheal holding a small bit of mistletoe. Earlier in the day you tried to tell Micheal that he was six weeks too late, but he insisted that it also fit Valentine’s Day. You and Jim duck out of the way of your boss before steering Micheal to try and kiss Dwight. 

---- 

The party dragged on due to your anticipation of what Jim wanted to ask. It could be about sales or other regular work questions, but he would have kept asking when others interrupted. 

Maybe if you got Jim alone you could ask him and finally get the question. Then you both would also be together on Valentine's day, even if it was just casually and as friends. 

You timed your exit from work with Jims, so you would both be in the elevator alone. You were going to wait until you both were outside but you would rather talk to Jim where it was warm and dry. 

Jim pushed the button for the ground floor, while you took a deep breath. 

“Can I ask you something” 

“I have a question”

You grinned as you both spoke in sync. 

After waiting for a beat, you spoke first. 

“Do you have any plans? My roommate is sick but she put a deposit down on dinner reservations and asked me if I wanted to take her reservation and bring someone. You don’t have to say yes! I’m sure she can find another two people to take her plans.” you said, rambling brought on by your nerves. 

“Yes yeah! Sure” Jim replied, pink blush returning to his face. 

“It’s at 6:30, I can pick you up around 6. If that works?” 

“It’s a date!” Jim agreed. 

You grinned, feeling the heat rise to your face. 

The elevator dinged to signal that the ground floor was reached. 

“Wait! What did you want to ask me?” temptation has gotten to you and you couldn't wait until your date to learn the question. 

“Oh, that. I forgot. Something about paper probably”.  Jim explained, even though he was going to ask you when you first entered the elevator. 

“If you remember, you’ll tell me, right?” on our date you silently added. 

“Absolutely.”  

You and Jim pushed open the office building doors. It was unspoken between you two, but if you left at the same time he would always walk you to your car. 

You pulled your car keys from your pocket, trying to drag the moment out. 

“Hey! I remember the question” Jim said. 

You turned around, so your back was resting on the driver's side door. Jim was closer than normal. 

“Can I kiss you?” he asked softly. One of his hands moved to gently cup your face. 

Your face broke into a grin as you pressed your lips against his.

Instead of verbally answering, you wrapped your arms around his neck and pulled him down towards you until his lips met yours.

[sierracolorstheworldofwords]

The lonely king - chapter three

The room was so dark it was an oubliette. Light squeezed in through a gap in the torn curtains, and you could see the silhouettes of clutter around the room. Stumbling, you managed to open the curtains and cursed your luck. Dust coated the walls, cobwebs hung on the corners of the ceiling, and of course, there wasn’t a ceiling supply in sight.

Of course, the room was two fucking stories. Even worse, the stairs were littered with shit.

Wading your way through the hoard, you managed to get to the bathroom. Light squeezed in through a circular, dust covered window. With a sigh, you pushed through more random brick-a-brack– old dolls, a random sock, and other things you couldn’t begin to name– and turned on the water. Brown sludge oozed into the iron claw tub and you held back a gag, waiting for the water to run clear. As soon as it did, you grabbed your pocket knife and cut your sweater into a crop top, dipping the makeshift rag into the water.

Then, you wiped a layer of dust from the window.

Well, it was a start.

Just as you started of course, the goblins invaded the bathroom like an invasive wasp species. They crowded the tiny room, climbing on top of the walls, swinging on a chandelier– who puts a fucking chandelier in the bathroom?-- and somehow bounced off the damn walls! You grabbed the nearest one by the collar and opened the window, tossing him out.

You went back to wiping the window, and as you did, a tiny goblin climbed into the sink. To be frank, you couldn’t tell if the guy was trying to break dance or possibly having a seizure. Sweat gathered at your brow, and you wiped it. The window was clean. You bent down to wipe the tub. All you had to do was keep going. Start small. Then get bigger. A goblin glanced at the tub, meeting your eyes. He then dumped a bucket of sludge into it.

You turned on the shower and shot him with water, before rinsing the crap away. After that, you filled the bathtub to the brim with hot water.

The next few hours divulged into frantic, sweaty madness, yet somehow, you grew a rhythm within it– every few minutes, you’d corner a goblin, load them with trash, and then toss them out the window. It all merged into a sort of music, the sound of your frantic heartbeat, your desperation and the scattering of your footsteps. You melted into it, burned into it, ignoring the ache in your muscles and the throb of your knuckles. You made do. Old bars of soap cleansed the toilet, the tile, the sink, and as soon as the bathroom was clean, the goblins ignored it.

Now, they were jumping like monkeys on the bed.

Paying them no mind, you pulled out old soap you found in the cabinet and dropped it into the now empty tub, filling it with water once more. As soon as that was done, you jumped into the rhythm again. You were used to chaos– working your job certainly didn’t help. The life you had lived thus far certainly didn’t help. It seemed as if that was all life was– a continuous, swirling, twisting steam of chaos.

“My, my, my, look at you!”

The goblins stilled. You didn’t. Even as he cleared his throat.

Instead, in the long awkward silence of the fae’s arrival, you’d grabbed a goblin by the arm, filled her shirt with trash, and tossed her out the window. She lay on the ground for a moment, dazed as her body popped itself back together, and then ran off. The strange man, if you could call him that, stared as you dusted off your hands and wiped your brow. He strutted towards the window like a proud peacock and looked down at his kingdom in satisfaction. You didn’t join him.

“I'd forgotten how pretty the view is from here,” he murmured, before sighing, “what a pity I won't be able to enjoy it! This room will be far too messy for my liking!” The goblins watched him. He rolled his eyes and turned to his subjects, gesturing, “Well? What are you all standing around for? Do what you're good at and cause a ruckus!”

It was as if the bubble of quiet popped, unleashing the hoard, and he smirked at you. You grabbed the nearest one, tied a pair of old shoes to his waist, and threw him out. You then looked at the others, hands on your hips.

“I want a pair of shoes.” one said.

“Yeah, everyone’s gettin free stuff. I want free stuff.”

“It’s trash,” you replied.

“SOMEONE GOT SOMETHIN GLITTERY!” One yelled, throwing their arms in the air, shaking with excitement, “AND I WANTS SOMETHING GLITTERY!”

“Yeah! So do I!”

“Me too!”

Their teeth sharpened, and their voices hissed, and maniacal laughter came from them. The Goblin King stood, tall and proud behind them, doing nothing. Not playing fair. That’s how it’d been all your life. People around you held all the cards while you held none, but you knew that in order to play this game, you didn’t need cards.

You just needed to be smart.

“I have glittery lip gloss.” you said, plucking the tube from your pocket, before swatching it on your hand, showing it to them, “It’s for your lips. Do you want some?”

They nodded eagerly.

You nodded, “Well, I'm thinking of tossing it out. I don't really need it, you know.”

They gasped, others shook with unhinged excitement. You looked towards the strange man, before looking out the window, watching goblins flock by. Clearly, that's what they were, and it was obvious he was their king. Just like it was obvious they were groupies for him– and here you were, surrounded by all of his abandoned stuff!

You held up the tube, and it caught the sunlight perfectly, casting holographic rainbows around the room, highlighting the glitter inside.

“Don't you want to be just like your king?” You asked, “he clearly likes glitter.”

They nodded.

“But you know what would be even better? If you gave this to him! It's brand new! I haven’t even gotten to use it yet! Can you believe it?”

They started to froth at the mouth now, looming closer. Some growled, others grunted, and your heart squeezed. They came closer, closer.

“Don't you want to give it to him?”

“Yes! Yes!” They called in unison, eyes glimmering like rubies, voices like hisses and animal calls, “yes! Yes! Something glittery for our king!”

“Then you better go fetch it!” You yelled, throwing it out the window.

They gasped, before all of them jumped out the window, diving after it. The others outside caught a glimpse of it, and dove after it. The goblins crowded around the lip gloss, tossing it, grabbing it, and the Goblin King watched, mouth agape, as they did.

He scoffed, “Clever.”

You grinned and dusted off your hands. He sent you another sneer.

“I'd keep cleaning, if i were you, it’d be a pity for your work to go to waste– it'd be even worse if you didn't finish on time,” he sent you a mock frown, summoning a clock, “remember, human, that time is short!”

He glared at the goblins outside.

“Just like my patience!” he muttered, before stomping off, leaving you alone.

You didn’t waste time trying to figure out what he felt, or risking his wrath. Instead, you continued on, picking up old trash, and setting aside sparkly things to throw outside to the goblins.

You also found, of all things, a rusted bucket. With a grin, you went to the bathroom and filled it with soap and water, scrubbing the floor like your life depended on it.

The Goblin King came back of course. He glared at you. Then, he glared at the room, trying his best to not look surprised.

“I ought to throw you into the bog of stench for all the chaos you've caused!”

You said nothing, and instead kept working on tying an old bristle brush to a hockey stick you found. You looked down at your laceless sneakers. This was worth it. Just a chance. Just a chance at having something that was yours, at having that quiet you always longed for, where for once, the world turned off.

“All the trouble!” The Goblin King wailed, “All the strife! I’m at my wits end! Look outside, you cretin! Look at all those goblins! Fighting over– gods, I don’t even know what they’re fighting over now!”

You tied the brush to the hockey stick, nodding in satisfaction. Then, you looked outside, to where the goblins crawled on top of each other. One screamed, before bashing another one upside the head with a chair.

“I think it’s a windchime,” you muttered.

He went towards the window and sighed like a dying man. He glared at you. He sneered. Why, he even glowered, but you were too busy sweeping the floor to notice. With a roll of his eyes, he continued brooding.

Somehow, the first floor got cleaned. The bed was made, the floor was swept, and even better, it shone! Somehow, even the stairs got cleaned, and as you marched up them, you couldn’t help the grin you wore. You had a chance, a chance. A stupid, single chance.

The first thing you did when you got to the other floor was draw back the curtains, revealing glittery trinkets. You grinned, and plucked one from the floor. If you had the time, you would’ve untangled the crystals, but instead, you opened the window.

“Yoohoo!” You called, waving what seemed the trinket in the air.

The goblins froze. They stared at it.

You threw it out the window and watched the stampede unfold again. You held back laughter as you heard a cry of anguish come from downstairs.

“It's just a damned trinket!” The Goblin King cried, “I hated that damn thing!”

You let him yell as you collected a pile of shiny things to throw.

Hours passed, and whenever he tried to distract you, you simply ignored him. When it got too quiet, you threw something shiny out the window, and relished in the way his majesty desperately tried to control it all.

He barely managed to distract you anymore. He was too busy running around, yelling at goblins, yelling out the window, going to the kitchen for a cup of tea, and then proceeding to repeat the process three to five times before standing around and glaring at you.

Soon enough, though, the glowering turned into a smirk, and his eyes shimmered in excitement. You worked faster, throwing out more things, scrubbing the floors, dusting the shelves, organizing, reorganizing, and feeling some semblance of victory as his smirk stilted. You ran down the stairs to scrub the tub, and ran around the room as The Goblin King pulled out a clock, watching you. The clock ticked, louder and louder, and your heart raced more and more. You rushed up and down the steps, putting things away, dusting off things, making last minute adjustments until– you heard it.

A gong that rumbled so loud it reverberated around the castle and bounced in your skull. You sank to the floor, panting as he inspected the room. Stomping around, he opened up the closets and drawers, groaning and moaning. You color coded everything! Separated the seasonal clothes! What did he think? What did it mean? He clamored up the steps and you listened to him rummage through the bookshelves. You alphabetized everything! Even organized it by genre and dates published!

There had to be something you missed.

You laid down on the cool, clean floor, not noticing his majesty coming down the stairs, and even worse, you didn’t pay attention to the scowl on his face. Surely, after all the ruckus you caused, all the chaos, there had to be something you missed! He couldn’t even thwart your attempts because you.. You cheated! He clomped to his childhood vanity, and ran a finger across the aged wood. Clean. Spotless. You even got the knick knacks dusted. He squinted at his old quilt, his old canopy– clean! Clean, somehow, clean!

The room looked like how he remembered it. You even managed to find a button to sew on his old childhood toy. A stuffed owl he used to carry around everywhere. He named it Jareth.

"You did it," he said.

"Of course I did!" You gasped, "And now, you're going to hire me!"

He pursed his lips in response, noting the cobwebs in your hair. You were utterly pathetic, really, like a bug, yet you somehow managed to cheat, and even worse, you dared to glare at him. He tilted his head, tapping his chin. What harm could you do, really? You just got lucky.

"I cleaned it!: you cried, “Everything! Look at the ceiling, at the floor! I got the vanity, the closet–"

"Where is everything?"

"The junk? Goblins. Either that, or it’s been organized!”

He hummed in response, and turned towards his bed again. For a moment, he felt a goblin kissing his head goodnight as he held that silly owl to his chest. For a moment, he couldn’t hear you panting, nor the goblins fighting outside, but just the quiet warmth of a summer evening.

When was the last time he had been in a room within his castle and felt that?

"You're hired." He then casually looked at you, before pulling a golden necklace out of the air, coated in emeralds, along with a pearl necklace and threw it at you, "Here is your payment."

Your eyes widened.

That wasn't a part of the deal, but like a greedy goblin, you reached for the jewelry anyway.

"You start tomorrow."

After mentally going over your work schedule, you nodded. You could make it work. He leaned over you, hands still on his hips.

"You shall be at that circle at dawn's first light. Any earlier, and I will let you go. Any later, and you can forget about a job."

You nodded, "I'll see you tomorrow morning."

You came right on time the next day. He gave you the same time, of course– thirteen hours, this time with cleaning supplies and a small chaotic horde of goblins. Though, they quickly scurried when you threatened to use them as a broom.

Soon enough, time passed, and after a quick inspection of the rooms you cleaned, you were given your reward with an order to come back tomorrow.

As you drove home, you noticed the sun was high in the sky. You gripped the steering wheel and looked at the pile of gold and jewels resting in your seat.

Your jaw set. You made your choice. You had to live with it now.

Pulling to the side of the road, you looked up the nearest pawn shop and drove straight to it.

You came out of it with an entire month's worth of groceries in your pocket.

[everasbefore-everjustassure]

Okay heathens, the long awaited chapter 2 of Worth His While is posted!

[austinstyles]

can i request a lil cute thing with jim mason where you’re paired up with him for a school project and you’re both nervous bc you like each other? and maybe a lil kissie somewhere? 🥺🥺🩷🩷

Hey anon thanks for your request. And I definitely love your idea. And I hope you enjoy what I came up with inspired by your request. Also disclaimer I have not seen this movie. But I have seen clips from it online. And I am definitely going to be watching his movie. But I definitely love the idea of writing this sort of fanfics. And Thai fanfic might be short fanfic for some people.

Project

Jim Mason x reader

Summary: You and Jim are partners for a project at school. And they like each other.

Warning: small amounts of kissing, and spelling mistakes. Tell me if I miss anything.

Y/n pov

(at the Library after school)

I was sitting with Jim Mason one of my classmates working on our project for history class. Actually I am nervous of working on this project with Jim, because I have a crush on this cute guy. Actually this crush has been going on for a while. And now we are partners on a history project.

And I can just get lost in his beautiful blue eyes, it is like looking at a beautiful blue ocean.

I just wish I could know if he feels the same for me. And maybe we can start a relationship together.

Jim pov

I can’t believe that for my history project I get to work with my crush. This is exciting, but I am so nervous of making a full of myself in front of her.

And maybe today can be the day I tell her how I feel. Y/n has an amazing laugh, and I love the way y/n eyes shine in sunlight.

I could never get enough of this amazing person. And i hope that maybe we both have the same feelings for each other.

“ hey y/n, I wanted to tell you something. Do you think we can take a break form this project?” I asked while I put close my history book for a moment.

“ yes Jim. And we should totally take a break.” Y/n said while she also closed her book.

“ Y/n I have feelings for you, like romantic feelings for you. And I hope you fell the same.” I said as my eyes look right at her. My heart is betting out of my chest.

“Jim I feel exactly the same way about you. And I have been for some time. I am so happy you fell the same.”

Y/n just told me she feels the same way. I can’t believe it. I feel my happiness is skyrocketing.

Y/n pov

Me and Jim have feelings for each other . I can’t believe this is happening. All I want to do is jump up and down form happiness. And I want to know what its like to kiss this guy in front of me.

My head is leaning more into Jim’s head, my lips are moving towards his lips. And his lips are moving towards my lips.

When we kissed I can feel sparks flying and this is so magical.

I just can’t believe this is happening. Omg, and can’t believe we have the same feelings for each other. And I am so happy to know we feel the same.

And know we are officially boyfriend and girlfriend. I asked him to be my boyfriend.

This is one of the best days of my life.

Tag list (Cody Fern fanfics): @morby

Thanks for reading. I hope everyone enjoy this. And also it is my first fanfic for Jim Mason. And I am excited to write more. Also sorry this fanfic is a bit short for some people.

🩷😃👍🏻🌸🖤

Grace

[andreafmn]

12 Days of Ficmas - Day 3

Prompt (by @12-days-of-ficmas): it’s cliche it’s trash i don’t care oh no the heating in our apartment is broken guess we’d better cuddle

Word Count: 2.8K

Story Description: It's cold and the radiator in the cabin doesn't work. Will (Y/N)'s plans for the night be ruined?

Fandom: Stranger Things

Pairing: Jim Hopper x Fem!Reader

Warnings: a whiff of smut, bad language

A/N: i'm gonna be honest, i have not watched the last season of stranger things, so I'm still in the season 3 mentality. this fic will be set in December after everything that went down on that season (obvs Jim isn't a prisoner and the Byers and El don't move to California)💖 and whoops, I'm late, but there's a bonus coming in a bit 😉

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That's One Way to Get Warm

Hawkins, Indiana got cold. Far too cold for comfort and your heating system not working would be a devastation like no other. The very dilemma (Y/N) was facing at that very moment.

But her day didn’t start that way.

It had actually started quite normal – as normal as it could be with a kid that has biokinetic powers.

They had all had a hell of a year. The Russian infiltration in Hawkins; fighting the Mindslayer; closing the door to the Upside Down; almost losing Jim; Mike and El becoming an item, then not, then yes once more.  

The last two had been the hardest for (Y/N). She had been taking care of Eleven alongside Hopper since he’d taken her in during winter the year before. By that time Hopper and she had just been friends – close friends, but nothing more. He had trusted her with the secret that the girl was out of the upside down and she offered to help him take care of El.

During that time they grew closer than they thought they could. (Y/N) was younger than Hopper and they knew the town would talk – small towns always talk. But they couldn’t help what they felt. And when El went missing they only had each other to lean on. So, that’s what they did.

It didn’t take long for them to finally admit their feelings for one another. Soon thereafter El reappeared in Hawkins. And after defeating more otherworldly creatures, the three of them became a family. And, at least on paper, Jane Hopper was theirs.

The three of them learned something new day by day. (Y/N) learned how to be a mother, El learned how to live and function in society, and Jim Hopper learned patience. So. Much. Patience. In the blink of an eye, he had gone from a lone wolf bachelor to living with his girlfriend and his adopted child. And even though he would not have traded his present life for anything, it took him some time to get used to it – old habits die hard.

Yet they all found their rhythm as a family. It wasn’t long until they felt like a unit. And when their summer from hell came to an end, they were grateful they had each other to fall back onto. It brought them closer than they ever thought possible.

As the months passed, they started having ‘normal’ family problems. Who left an almost empty jug of milk in the fridge; Hopper forgetting special dates; Eggo waffles being finished far too fast; El going out with friends on a school night; El going out with Mike.

The latter was the hardest for Jim and (Y/N). El was growing quickly before their eyes. Although they were not her birth parents, they had been by her side through milestones no other parent would understand. And she was their daughter.

“Okay, honey. You’ve got your gift?” (Y/N) asked El as she was preparing to leave her in Mike’s house for the party’s little Christmas party.

“Yes,” El smiled.

“And Mrs. Wheeler is gonna take you home at nine o’clock, correct?” 

“Yes, (Y/N/N),” she chuckled at her surrogate mother’s persistence. “Can I go now?” 

“Yes, honey,” (Y/N) smiled and hugged her from the driver’s side of the car. “Have fun. I love you!”

“Love you too! Bye!” El called out as she ran from the car to the front door, trying her best to avoid the snowy weather.

As soon as the girl was inside the house, (Y/N) felt confident enough to drive back home. When she got to the cabin, the sun had completely gone. The trail to the cabin had started to get filled with snow and the windows had started to get frosted.

The thing (Y/N) loved the most about the cold was being able to warm up comfortably. Sometimes it was with a warm and thick blanket, other times with a nice fire, and there were other times when she warmed up by partaking in… physical activities. But the radiator was always on.

It was a small cabin, so it didn’t take much to warm up the space. Still, there was nothing better than the radiator. The little machine was a godsend during Indiana winters. Those were simply unforgivable.

(Y/N) wrapped her jacket close to her body as she walked from the warm car to the porch. Snowflakes landed on her hair, melting quickly after contact, dampening her hair a little. As her hands shook, she dug through her bag for the house keys. She could already hear Hop telling her to keep the car keys and the house keys together so she didn’t have to fumble for them.

“But if I lost my car keys, I would lose the home keys as well,” (Y/N) repeats the story herself the same answer she always gave him. This time she was regretting it. “Screw you, Hop.”

Seconds after, she finally fished out the silver keys.

She entered the cabin promptly after, hanging her coat onto the hook and shaking off the snow that had dropped on her. Without thinking much of it, (Y/N) made a beeline for the radiator. The house had become freezing inside in the few minutes she had gone to leave El at the Wheeler’s house. And she wanted Hopper and El to come home to a warm and cozy house.

(Y/N) was a woman with a plan. She would turn on the radiator, put some cookies in to bake, set the fireplace, and wait for her family to come home. It was a nice and perfect plan. Until the radiator didn’t switch on. She turned the valve to the utter end and nothing happened.

“You’ve got to be kidding me?!” (Y/N) yelled out. She had no idea how to fix anything, it was too late to call someone to repair it, and she wanted — needed — heat. So, she called the next best thing. “Hey, Flo. Is Hopper by chance still there?”

“Oh, hello, (Y/N/N),” she chirped. “I’m afraid he already left.”

“Shoot. How long ago?”

“About fifteen minutes already, I think. Is everything okay?”

“Is there a chance you know how to fix a radiator, Flo? Ours is shot.”

“Oh, honey, I can barely work a phone as it is,” she joked. “But I’m sure Hop will be there soon enough.”

“I just hope he doesn’t break it further,” (Y/N) laughed. “You know how he gets.”

“Well, then, start a fire by now cause God knows that man knows how to break things more than he knows how to fix them.” Flo’s laughter rang through the phone, and she couldn’t help but join in. “I’ll tell Randy to go check up on it tomorrow.”

“Alright, Flo, thanks. Merry Christmas.”

“Merry Christmas to you as well, honey.”

As she hung up the receiver, all (Y/N) could do was let out a yell of frustration. Hopper would be home in the next ten to fifteen minutes, which meant ten to fifteen of freezing temperatures. So, she took Flo’s advice and started building a fire in the fireplace. Everything she touched was cold, frozen by the weather outside.

Putting on a jacket and finally getting the fire lit, she tried to do what she had planned. But she could feel the cold seeping into her bones, begging her to sit on the couch in front of the fire. Still, she fought through it and was able to put the cookies in the oven, to at least do one of the things she had planned for.

As she was closing the oven, the front door swung open, and Jim stepped through with a smile on his face. Until he noticed it was as cold inside as it was outside.

“Uh, baby, why isn’t the radiator on?” Hopper asked. “It’s freezing in here.”

“Well, your trusty radiator is broken so we’re stuck with just the fireplace,” she responded. “I was thinking we could put some comforters on the floor, some pillows, and we could all hang out in front of the fireplace tonight. Until we can call someone to repair it tomorrow.”

“Why would we call anyone? I can fix it.”

(Y/N) bit her tongue, not wanting to say anything that could offend him. She knew it would end badly, but she would thoroughly enjoy the journey. She knew her boyfriend would become frustrated with the radiator and eventually break some part of it, which would they then end up replacing the whole thing. She just liked to see him fight with inanimate objects.

He fetched the tool bag from outside, plopping himself in front of the machine. Hopper started by twisting the valve, testing in fact that it wouldn’t turn on. Then, he started twisting bolts that did not need to be tightened. After, he resorted to hitting the pipe that connected the radiator to the valve.

“Um, Hop, I don’t think that’s gonna do anything,” (Y/N) finally chimed in. “We can just call someone tomorrow.”

“You don’t think I can do it?” Hopper grumbled. “We don’t have to spend money paying someone else when I know I can fix it. Just give me a sec.”

(Y/N) could see his eyebrows furrowing, annoyance growing inside him. Nothing he did seemed to work, not even shaking the old machine. Out of frustration, he kept hitting the pipes harder and harder until one of them broke.

“FU-UCK!” Hopper yelled out as he slammed the tools to the floor.

“Hop,” (Y/N) called out lovingly from the couch. “Come here.”

“I can’t fucking believe this. This old piece of sh…”

“Baby, come here.”

Finally, the man looked up, any anger he had quickly dissipated when he gazed at her. Hopper got up from the floor, defeatedly walking toward her. He sat next to her, his head in his hands.

“I’ll call up Randy tomorrow morning to see if there’s any point to repair it,” he sighed. “I should’ve just listened to you and left it alone.”

“It’s fine, Flo already called him,” she chuckled. “I love you, Hop, but you’re not good at fixing stuff like this.”

“So, you had no faith in me?”

“Not precisely,” she grinned. “You’re good at so many things, but not this.”

Hopper faked being angry — he did feel a bit offended that his girlfriend didn’t believe in him. He crossed his arms in front of his chest, a scowl plastered on his face. He avoided her gaze, knowing he would break the moment he looked into her eyes.

“Oh, come on, Hop. You don’t need to act offended.” (Y/N) bit back her laughter, not wanting to anger him further. She knew exactly how to change his mood quickly. She moved until she was sat next to him, running her fingers across his arms.  “Look on the bright side. We can cuddle on the couch until El gets home.”

It didn’t take much for a mischievous grin to appear on Hopper’s face. Especially when (Y/N) planted a kiss on his lips. He snaked an arm around her waist and pulled her over him until she was straddling his lap. She let out a gleeful shriek and circled her arms around his neck, lowering her head to meet his lips once again.

“I have an idea on how we can heat up without the radiator,” he grinned. “Might make up for the fact that I broke it.”

“Very funny, baby,” she purred as his beard tickled her neck. He left a trail of kisses from her jaw down to her neck, biting slightly. Just enough to not leave a mark. “But El’s gonna be home soon, and I don’t wanna traumatize her just yet with that kind of thing.”

“But she won’t be here for another…” he looked at his watch. “Another twenty minutes. We can definitely have some fun until then."

“Don’t start something we can’t finish, baby,” she whined against him. (Y/N) was getting warmer. Partly because of the fireplace, but mostly from Hopper. She could feel her want growing – she could also feel him growing, – but she knew they couldn’t go on. Thankfully, the oven beeped. “We should seriously stop, Hop. Either way, I need to get the cookies out of the oven.”

“Oh you’re such a tease,” he groaned as she got off him. “What am I supposed to do now?”

“I don’t know. Think of something else,” she laughed. “Now, help me get the comforters and the pillows out to the living room.”

As (Y/N) placed the cookies on a rack to cool, Hopper started moving the furniture to make space for the bed cover and pillows. He brought out as many blankets as he could and placed them all on the floor, creating two makeshift beds on the floor.

“You know, I was thinking,” Hopper called out.

“That’s never good,” she chuckled.

“Normally, no,” he joined in the laughter. “But I’ve been thinking it’s time we start upsizing.”

“Upsizing? What are you talking about, baby?”

“You know, expanding.”

“Are you saying what I think you’re saying, Hop?”

He joined her in the kitchen, wrapping his arms around her waist and pulling her toward him. He looked down intently into her eyes. “What do you think I’m saying?”

“Bigger house.” He nodded and kissed her temple. “Bigger… family?” He nodded again, kissing her cheek. “Finally a ring on my finger?” 

And he smiled brightly as he nodded, kissing her lips passionately. “I’d say it’s about time.” 

“That is the greatest gift ever, Hop.”

“I wanna talk it over with El first, though. Make sure she’s part of this transition.”

Before she could answer, a honk beeped from outside.

“We can ask her now,” (Y/N) smiled. “She’s here.”

She kissed his cheek and exited the cabin. Outside, Mrs. Wheeler smiled at the woman, waving her hand from the car as Eleven exited the car. The girl said goodbye to the woman and skipped over to (Y/N)’s side where they watched as Mike’s mother drove away.

“Did you have fun, honey?” (Y/N) asked her as they walked inside.

“Yes. Max gave me an Eggo ornament,” she smiled. “Can it go on the tree?”

“Absolutely!”

“Hey, kiddo!” Hopper called out. “How was it today?”

“Fun,” she responded. “I have a waffle ornament. Goes on the tree.”

“Well that’s fun,” he replied, unsure of what to say.

As she placed the lacquered ornament onto the tree, she commented, “It’s cold.”

“Yeah, well, the radiator is kind of broken,” (Y/N) replied. “But I was thinking since the heat is out, we could sleep in front of the fireplace tonight. Before we can eat cookies, snuggle up on the sofa, and watch a Christmas movie. Make a whole thing out of it.”

“Sounds fun,” she responded. “Where do I put ornament?”

“Anywhere you want, honey.”

El levitated the ornament, placing it on the highest point, making sure no one would miss it. A smile spread onto her face, proud of her gift and her work. After, she went into her room to change into her pajamas and later helped (Y/N) plate the cookies while Hopper changed out of his uniform.

A couple of minutes later, the three of them were under thick blankets watching Miracle on 34th Street. Half of the cookies were done and three glasses of milk at different fill heights. And as the movie finished, and they were all slightly crying, Hopper spoke up.

“Hey, kiddo, there’s something we wanted to talk to you about something,” he started and only continued when she gave him all her attention. "(Y/N) and I were thinking that it was time for us to start expanding. Buy a bigger house, get married, maybe have a baby. What do you think about that?”

“With me?” El asked worriedly.

“Absolutely, honey,” (Y/N) answered quickly. “We would never think of a future without you. El, you are our daughter now and forever. Don’t ever doubt that.”

(Y/N) took the girl into her arms and gave her a tight hug, one Hopper joined after, his big arms surrounding them both. Tears were streaming from (Y/N)’s eyes and she wasn’t sure if it was from the movie or what El had asked.

“I would like it,” she said after. “Big house, a brother or sister. Big, happy family.”

Once they were all settled on their respective makeshift beds on the floor and El was deeply asleep, Hopper placed a soft kiss on (Y/N)’s lips. On his face, a huge smile danced, his eyes full of love.

“What was that for?” (Y/N) chuckled tiredly.

“For everything,” he sighed contentedly. “For our future, for helping me with El even if you didn’t have to, for putting up with me, for giving me a chance, for…”

(Y/N) gave him another kiss to stop his rambling. “I wouldn’t change this for the world, Hop. You, El, and whatever comes next, that’s my forever,” she smiled. “And take tomorrow off. El is gonna be gone for the whole day.”

With a grin on his face, he responded, “You don’t have to tell me twice.”

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Wolf's Den | Zilla Fatu x Black Fem!Reader x Jacob Fatu SMUT (18+)

Requested by: @wrestlingbaby

Description: Jacob helps Zilla punish reader. Smut based on that one episode of Total Divas where Jim and Trin argue about her losing her ring, but with Zilla/Jacob x Reader.

Warnings: Arguing/light angst, Dom/sub dynamic, Punishment, degradation, BDSM club, Mentions of Roman + Jimmy/Naomi + Jey/Rhea + Tiffy/Nia + Drew/Punk + Zaria/Giulia/Stephanie in kink context (don't judge me!) flogger, impact play, multiple partners, double penetration, vaginal sex, oral (male receiving), swallowing, Daddy Dom and Primal Dom, Honorifics, rough sex, dirty talk, hair pulling, face fucking, Zilla cums in her, praise, petnames, general filth with a fluffy ending.

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Again, MDNI!!! THIS IS AN 18+ FAN FICTION. As always my stories are based in kayfabe not based upon any real people.

Zilla sat in the driver's seat of the car, his jaw clenched in frustration. He couldn't believe that after all the time and effort he had put into planning their wedding, picking out the perfect ring etc, his new wife had lost her wedding ring.

"I told you to wear it all the time," he said through gritted teeth, his grip on the steering wheel tightening. "But you never listen."

"I know, I know," she said, her voice laced with guilt. "I'm sorry, okay? I just... I keep forgetting to put it on."

Zilla let out a scoff. "You keep forgetting? It's not that hard to remember to wear a damn ring, Y/N."

He glances over at her, his eyes narrowing.

"Do you even care about our marriage at all?" he asks, his voice harsh. "Because it seems like you don't care about anything I do for you."

Her eyes widened at his accusation, hurt and anger flashing across her face.

"How dare you say that," she retorted, her own anger rising to match his. "I care about our marriage more than anything. I just... I'm sorry I lost the ring, okay? But it's not like I did it on purpose."

"Only me and you know the story of that ring—that's the sentimental value it has to me." Zilla said

She felt a pang of guilt at his words, realizing the significance of the ring. She knew how much it meant to him, and she hated herself for losing it.

"I know," she said softly, her voice laced with regret. "I'm so sorry, Zilla. I should have taken better care of it."

He was silent for a moment, his grip on the steering wheel still tight. The tension in the car was palpable, the air thick with anger and frustration.

"Sorry don't fix anything," he finally said, his voice cold. "but it's okay. I got something for yo' ass."

She looked at him, a mix of curiosity and apprehension on her face. She wasn't sure what he meant by that, she shouldn't be excited but she really was.

"What do you mean?" she asked, her voice small and submissive.

Zilla drove in silence, the only sound being the hum of the car's engine. After a few minutes, they pulled up in front of a nondescript building.

He got out of the car and walked around to her side, opening the door for her and gesturing for her to get out.

She got out of the car, her heart racing with a mix of anticipation and nervousness. She recognized the building as the Wolf's Den, the kink club that Zilla's cousin Jacob owned. The two of them frequent here often, the whole kinky ass bloodline does really. It's a safe space for wrestlers to get their dungeon fix without worrying about the press picking up on details of their sex lives.

Wolf's Den was known as one of the safest BDSM clubs in the country. People were heavily vetted, background checks were done, there were club rules and safe words and there was always more than one Dungeon Monitor on duty to ensure things stay safe, sane and consensual

After Zilla scanned his membership card for entry, Y/N followed him inside, her eyes darting around the dimly lit interior, taking in the various equipment and furnishings scattered throughout the room as couples spread about made use of them. In passing she saw Jimmy with Naomi on a spanking bench, Rhea with Jey on a leash, Tiffy kneeling at Nia's feet and Drew working Punk over with a flogger while he's tied to the St. Andrew's Cross in the corner of the room.

Zilla led her deeper into the familiar club, The air was thick with the scent of leather and sweat, and the sound of moans and whimpers filled the room.

They finally bumped into Jacob, who was talking to another patron. A newbie, Mistress Zaria and her pets Giulia and Stephanie.

"Aye, uce," Zilla said, nodding at his cousin. "We need a private room."

Jacob looked over at them, a sly smile spreading across his face.

"Of course," he said, his eyes flicking between the two of them. "Follow me, Uce."

He turned and led them through a door at the back of the room, opening it to reveal a hallway that had the four private rooms and led them straight to the open one.

Once they were in the private room, Zilla turned to Jacob.

"Can I ask a favor?" he said, his voice low.

Jacob raised an eyebrow, a hint of curiosity in his expression.

"Sure, what is it?" he asked.

Zilla glanced at his wife, then back at Jacob.

"I need you to help me punish her," he said, nodding in her direction.

Jacob's smirk widened, his eyes roaming over her body.

"With pleasure," he said, his voice dripping with excitement.

"What's your color, babygirl?" Zilla asked y/n in regards to the traffic light safe word system. Green meaning good, Yellow meaning slow down and Red meaning stop.

"Green, Daddy!" Y/N eagerly confirmed.

Zilla stepped aside, giving Jacob full access to her.

"She lost something important," Zilla said, his eyes darkening. "And she needs to be taught a lesson."

Jacob moved closer to her, his gaze hungry as he looked her up and down.

"I can definitely help with that," he said, his voice low and seductive. "She looks like she needs a firm hand."

Jacob reached out and grabbed her chin, tilting her head up to look at him.

"You ready to be punished, sweetheart?" he asked, his thumb brushing over her bottom lip. She huffs but doesn't respond.

"Answer me," he said, his tone demanding.

She bit her lip, her eyes darting between him and Zilla.

"Y-yes," she finally said, her voice barely above a whisper.

Jacob chuckled, clearly pleased with her response.

"Good girl," he purred, his grip on her chin tightening slightly. "You bout to learn your lesson tonight."

"Remember, baby, I'm your Daddy. Jacob is your Alpha. Just like before." Zilla said referring to the last time he and Jacob played with her together. Zilla was newer, less experienced at being a Dom, a brat tamer at that. And Jacob was always happy to lend a helping hand in keeping y/n in line. Roman had also done the job a time or two. The tribal chief was by far the strictest Dom of the bunch. Y/N enjoyed being shared, Zilla enjoyed sharing her but only with his cousins.

She shivered at Zilla's words, memories of their previous encounters with Jacob flooding her mind. She remembered the way he would tease and taunt her, how he would push her limits and make her submit to his every command.

Her heart raced with a mix of excitement and nervousness as she realized that tonight was going to be no different.

Zilla was a caring, yet firm Daddy Dom, always taking care of her and making sure she was comfortable and safe during their scenes and otherwise. He was the one who would comfort her after, praising her and making sure she knew how good she was.

Jacob, on the other hand, was a Primal Dom. He was rougher, more demanding, and didn't hold back when it came to pushing her limits. He liked to see her break, to make her beg and plead for his touch. Still caring and protective though.

Zilla always knew that his wife was in good hands with his cousin, and he trusted Jacob to give her the punishment she deserved.

Jacob circled her slowly, his eyes raking over her body as he took in every curve and dip. He stopped behind her, his hands coming to rest on her hips.

She felt his hands on her hips, his grip firm and possessive. He pulled her back against him, her body flush against his chest.

"Such a naughty girl.. Givin' Uce a hard time." he whispered in her ear, his breath hot against her skin.

She couldn't help but get aroused at the feeling of his body pressed against hers, his voice sending shivers down her spine. He took in the aroma of her cocoa butter lotion.

She knew that she was in for a rough night, but the thought only excited her more.

He chuckled at her reaction, his hands sliding up her sides, tracing the curve of her waist.

"You like this, don't you?" he murmured, his lips brushing against the sensitive skin of her neck. "You like being at my mercy."

She tried to suppress a moan, but a small, needy sound escaped her lips anyway.

"Y-yes," she managed to whisper, her body already responding to his touch.

"Aht aht! Yes what?" Zilla corrected her on Jacob's behalf

"Yes, Alpha." She responded to Jacob as Zilla began pulling her clothes off.

"Good girl," Jacob said, a satisfied smirk on his face as she corrected herself.

He watched as Zilla began to undress her, his eyes hungrily taking in every inch of her exposed skin.

Her clothes fell to the floor, leaving her standing naked before them. She couldn't help but feel vulnerable, exposed under their gazes.

Jacob's hands moved back to her hips, his fingers digging into her skin as he pulled her closer to him.

"Get on your knees," Jacob commanded, his voice low and firm. "And suck him off. You need to make it up to him, for being such a forgetful slut."

She obeyed, dropping to her knees in front of Zilla. She looked up at him with wide eyes, tugging down his pants and boxers.

Zilla's hand reached out, his fingers carefully tangling in her hair as he guided her head towards his cock.

"Go on, baby girl," he said, his voice husky with desire. "Take it like a good girl."

She wrapped her lips around him, taking him into her mouth slowly. She swirled her tongue around the head, teasing the sensitive skin.

Zilla let out a low moan, his grip on her hair tightening as he watched her take him deeper.

Jacob stood behind her, his hands resting on her shoulders as he watched the scene unfold.

As she continued to suck on Zilla's cock, Jacob reached for a flogger that was nearby. He trailed the tresses over her back, teasing her skin with the soft touch.

He waited until she was completely distracted before bringing the flogger down on her skin, the impact sending a sharp sting through her body.

She moaned around Zilla's cock, the pain from the flogger mixing with pleasure.

Zilla groaned, his eyes fluttering closed as she took his cock deeper, her tongue working over him.

Jacob continued to alternate between the flogger and his hands, spanking her and caressing her skin. He knew just how to push her limits, how to keep her on edge and wanting more.

Zilla was close to losing control, his breathing growing ragged as he fought to hold back his release.

She could feel Zilla tensing, his cock throbbing in her mouth. She knew he was close, and she redoubled her efforts, sucking and licking with renewed fervor.

Jacob watched her intently, a smirk on his face as he continued to tease her with the flogger.

Zilla couldn't hold back any longer. With a loud moan, he came, spilling himself into her mouth.

She swallowed every drop, her tongue still working over him as he rode out his orgasm.

Zilla let out a shaky breath as he came down from his high, his grip on her hair loosening.

Jacob chuckled, setting the flogger aside for the moment. He knelt down behind her, his chest pressing against her back as he wrapped his arms around her waist.

With a nod from Jacob as if the two were silently communicating, Zilla helped her up and positioned her on her hands and knees.

She was now facing Jacob, who was sitting in front of her, his cock hard and waiting for her. She had no clue at what point he'd shed his clothes.

Behind her, Zilla positioned himself at her entrance, his hands gripping her hips as he slowly pushed into her.

She moaned as Zilla filled her.

Jacob reached out, gently guiding her head down towards his cock.

"Come on, baby. Open that pretty mouth for me," he coaxed.

She parted her lips, taking Jacob's cock into her mouth.

As she started to suck on him, Zilla began to move, his thrusts slow and deep at first.

She moaned around Jacob's cock, the vibrations sending shivers down his spine.

Zilla's grip on her hips tightened as he picked up the pace, his thrusts growing faster and harder.

She struggled to keep her focus on Jacob, her mind fogging with pleasure as Zilla pounded into her from behind.

Jacob's hand tangled in her hair, guiding her movements as he started to thrust into her mouth in time with Zilla's rhythm.

The room was filled with the sounds of skin slapping against skin, moans and grunts, and the wet sounds of her mouth around Jacob's cock and Zilla in her warm wet pussy.

Jacob's head fell back, his eyes closed in pleasure as he used her mouth to chase his own release.

Zilla's thrusts became more erratic, his breath coming in ragged gasps as he neared his second orgasm.

Jacob was close as well, his grip on her hair tightening as he held her head in place, his hips bucking up to meet her mouth.

"Fuck, I'm close," Jacob groaned, his voice strained.

Zilla grunted in response, his thrusts becoming even harder as he chased his own release.

Suddenly, Zilla gave a final, deep thrust, burying himself to the hilt as he came inside her.

Jacob let out a strangled cry as he followed suit, his release spilling into her mouth.

She was a mess of moans and whimpers, her body trembling between the two of them as she felt Zilla's release fill her.

It didn't take long for her own orgasm to hit, her body tensing and clenching around Zilla as she came undone.

Zilla and Jacob both stilled, both of them panting as they came down from their highs.

Zilla gently pulled out of her, leaving her feeling empty and used in the best way possible.

She collapsed onto her elbows, her body spent and exhausted.

Jacob reached out to brush a strand of hair out of her face, his expression tender despite the roughness of their previous actions.

Zilla knelt down beside her, his hands running soothingly over her back.

"You did so well, baby. So good for us," he murmured, his voice soft and affectionate.

She leaned into his touch, her body still trembling from the aftershocks of her orgasm.

Jacob chuckled, his hand moving to caress her cheek.

"You look absolutely wrecked," he said, his tone playful.

She could only manage a weak nod in response, too spent to form coherent words.

Zilla chuckled as well, his hands moving to her hips and gently turning her over so she was lying on her back.

Jacob smiled and stood up, understanding that Zilla wanted a moment alone with her.

"I'll go clean up," he said, leaning down to press a kiss to her forehead before pulling his clothes on.

"See you later, Uce." he said to Zilla who gave him a nod.

Once Jacob was gone, Zilla turned his attention back to his wife.

He laid down beside her, pulling her into his arms and holding her close.

"You're amazing, you know that?" he murmured, his fingers tracing lazy patterns on her skin.

She snuggled closer to him, burying her face in his chest.

He held her tightly, his arms wrapped around her as if he never wanted to let go.

"You took us both so well," he whispered, his voice filled with a mixture of pride and affection.

She let out a soft sigh, her body still sensitive and sore from their earlier activities.

Zilla's hands continued to roam over her body, his touch gentle but possessive, as if he was claiming her all over again.

His hands eventually came to rest on her thighs, his thumbs rubbing small circles on her skin.

"You're mine," he murmured, his voice low and possessive. "My beautiful wife."

"I really am sorry about the ring" Y/N reiterated.

"I'ma buy you another one, baby. And a hundred more after that if I got to, as long as you're mine." Zilla responded.

"I love you, Z." She said

He pulled back slightly to look down at her, his eyes filled with affection and adoration.

"I love you too, babygirl," he replied, his voice filled with sincerity. "Forever".

"Forever" Y/N confirmed with a soft content sigh.

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More postmortem thoughts on Krakoa era X-Men and why, exactly, it was a divisive era with fans and why it turned out the way it did.

First things first, I think we need to define why people like X-Men stories - or, at least, why I, personally, like X-Men stories or any story for that matter. To paraphrase Jim Carville, "It's the characters, stupid."

Ignoring the Lee/Roth/Thomas years because Silver Age X-Men was a miserable failure of a comic book with a few glimpses of greatness when Neal Adams was on the title, let's turn our attentions to the true foundational texts of the X-Men: Chris Claremont's legendary tenure on the book.

Claremont's run was characterized by many things - exceptionally verbose dialogue, a litany of personal catchphrases, lots of fetish fuel content - but I want to focus on the thing that, above all, made X-Men a success. That, of course, being Claremont's character work.

What made X-Men (and its sister titles at DC, New Teen Titans and Legion of Super-Heroes) a success was the focus on interpersonal character drama mixed with superhero action. In the grand Marvel tradition, we got to know these characters in the good times (Kitty Pryde adopts a pet alien dragon!) and the bad (Kitty Pryde's parents are getting a divorce!). Logan and Scott and Ororo and Kitty and Kurt and Piotr and etc felt like real people because of the amount of time we, as readers, got to spend with them, seeing their internal monologues, their dynamics with each other, their personal demons, etc.

So fast-forward thirty years post-Claremont to Krakoa. The X-line is flagging and has been for years - for reasons largely self-inflicted by Marvel editorial at that - and so they bring in Jonathan Hickman to fix things. And he does. House of X/Powers of X is an immediate sales success, and Krakoa posits an exciting new status quo for the X-Men.

Except there's one issue. X-Men at its best is a character-driven book, and Hickman is very much not a character writer. His forte is large-scale science fiction stories that all tell the same story. What Tom King is to "war veteran struggles with PTSD", Hickman is to "great men build something great and it all comes crashing down because of their hubris." And Hickman can and will mold existing characters to better fit into that rubric.

This - the transformation of the X-Men from a superhero soap opera into a high-concept sci-fi story about Dominions and mutants vs. machines and Moira X - was where I think things went wrong. Krakoa, with some finessing, is a solid premise - but the real meat of it is in character dynamics that we didn't get.

Okay, Sinister is on the Quiet Council, cool. How does Cyclops feel about that? The Morlocks are all resurrected- but their killers have been granted a clean slate. Is Callisto going to let that stand? Rockslide died and came back wrong, and we never got to see Anole's reaction to it.

That's the Krakoa I would have wanted to see. Keep some of the big, grand plot elements - Orchis is absolutely implausible the way Hickman presented it, but maybe a scaled-back version? - but focus on character dynamics and drama on the island itself. (Rather than having a pirate book, a magic/Arthurian legend book, a space book, etc. Use the primary X-Men titles to explore those areas rather than bastardizing Kitty Pryde into some vulgar pirate captain.)

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Trying to decide if I should do one update or two this weekend. Either way, I hope you all enjoy it!

Word Count: 4,963

Warning(s): SMUT (MINORS DNI), Swearing, Family Drama, Infidelity, Step-Daughter/Step-Father relations, Emotional Cheating, Drinking, Arguing, Forbidden Love, Lying, Self Loathing, Sneaking Around...I think that's it.

Summary: This is the final straw that breaks the camel's back.

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I do not give permission/consent for my stories/works to get posted elsewhere. I do not condone this type of relationship/behavior, this is for entertainment purposes only.

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Chapter 3

2 Weeks Later...

Ever since you and Jim fell asleep holding each other close on your bed, you’ve done your best to stay away. Coming up with any excuse to reject any invite your Mother extends. It was silly of you to think that she wouldn’t ask Jim to text you on her behalf. 

Unknown Number: Y/N?

Y/N: Who is this?

Unknown Number: Uh, it’s Jim.

Y/N: How did you get my number?

Unknown Number: Your Mother.

Y/N: Of course. Of course.

Unknown Number: She thinks you’re mad at her because you won’t come over, and thinks you’ll talk to me.

Y/N: I’m not mad at anyone, it’s just better for me to stay away.

Unknown Number: We don’t think so.

Y/N: Jim...don’t.

Unknown Number: Nothing happened.

Y/N: Did you tell her?

Unknown Number: No, because there’s nothing to tell her.

On the one hand, you know that the both of you know that’s total bullshit. On the other hand, technically, nothing did happen. Plus, you know the more you stay away, the more she’s going to bother you and Jim which wouldn’t be good either. So, you explain everything to Ciara, and while she gives you a stern talking to, she agrees to accompany you to whatever your Mother invites you to.

“So, are you two a thing now?” she scoffed once she poured the both of you a cup of coffee.

“That’s not funny.”

“You’re the one who cuddled him-”

“We were both just drunk and overwhelmed. You know how I get when I’m drunk, and you know I only drink like that when I’m around her, Rose, or the both of them at once.”

“Fair point. Well, how do you feel about him?”

“I don’t know? Nothing. He’s my stepfather-”“Yeah, cause that matters.”

“Ci, I’m sitting here asking you to be my decoy. I’m very much aware of what can’t happen.”

“It’s not like you need someone to play devil’s advocate in this situation, but she did go out of her way to keep him a secret and make you the bad guy.”

“He’s good for her and I don’t need her thinking I took someone else from her-”“You’ve never taken anything from her.”“You and I both know that’s not how she views any of it. She had no problems until she got knocked up with me.”

“I hate your Mother.”“Yeah, I know,” you laughed. “Just gotta get through the Summer,” you smiled weakly.

The plan worked well enough, because whenever Ciara didn’t feel like being there or could sense that you were feeling uncomfortable, she could easily say- 

“Darragh needs help with Nora, she’s become really fussy lately. I’m sorry, but we have to go. Y/N is always our last hope if we can’t calm her ourselves.”

Well, apparently that excuse was working too well, because two nights ago you got a call you’d been praying to avoid.

“Jim’s children are coming over this weekend! You’ll be able to make it, right?” your Mother beamed as soon as you picked up the phone.

Jim had to be standing right next to her. 

“Oh...why would I be coming?”

“To meet them! They’re your step-siblings!”

“Uh...Ciara and I made plans with Darragh, cause he’ll be dropping Nora. We figured we all go out.”

“That’s even better! We can all hangout together!”

“Mum, why not-”

“Y/N, it’ll be good for everyone. They need to meet you. We’re all a family now.”

How the fuck is this your fault?

“Yeah, you’re right. Fine.”

“Why are you upset?”“I’m not upset about anything. I’ll see you then-”

“You don’t know the time-”“Just text it to me,” you bit before hanging up.

All of this leads to why you’re currently pacing around in your childhood bedroom. You don’t even know why you’re flustered. You already knew he has children, so why does it matter so much? Why do you care if they like you? It shouldn’t make a difference whether they like you or not. It’s not like you’re going to be hanging around much, especially when you go back to school, so why it driving you mad now?

“Hey, you okay?” Jim asks softly as he makes his way into your room, closing the door behind him.

You just glare at him as you continue to pace.

“What? This wasn’t my idea. We got to talkin’ about doin’ somethin’ small for the weekend, and she realized that my children haven’t met you, and decided to put this together.”

“You don’t want me to meet them?”

“It’s not that.”

“Well, what is it, then?”

“I don’t want them to meet you like this. All flustered and mad-”

“I’m not mad.”

“Don’t be a liar.” “I shouldn’t even be here. What the fuck?!”

“Calm down,” he begs softly, placing his hands on either side of you.

God, you hate how much you’ve missed his touch.

“They’re going to love you, today is going to be fine, and it’ll be done with before you know.”

“How do you know they’ll love me?”

“I know my kids.” “Jim-”

“Don’t stay away anymore.” “God, I can’t have that talk right now.” “What talk?”

“Don’t make me feel stupid on top of everything else!”

“We didn’t do anything-” “Jim, you flirted with me that night. We were standin’ outside my room, you flirted with me, and I liked it. I liked it a lot. Then, we stayed up talking and fell asleep holding each other...I shouldn’t be here.”

“Angel-” “You’re married to my Mother, Jim! My Mother! I can’t...we can’t-”

Taking a deep breath, he releases you and looks down at you. His eyes search the features, while you get lost in his ocean blue eyes.

“I don’t want...we just get along,” he smiles softly at you. “Aren’t we supposed to? I’m not trying to be some sort of father figure in your life, because you clearly don’t need one. If it’ll make you feel better, I’ll only speak to you when you’re here-”

“It won’t, Jim. That’s the problem. It will just-”

“Here you two are!” Ciara whisper yells as she makes her way into your room. “Lover boy, I’m gonna need you to get down there and rein in your wife.” “What do you mean?”

“Her nerves are winning the battle and shes started drinking.” He scowls as he storms out, “fucks sake!”

You finally feel like you can breathe again. 

“What the fuck was that?!”

Shaking your head, you make your way over to your bed and sit, “I shouldn’t be here.”

“You tried to get out of it-”

“Ci, I shouldn’t be here. I should be as far away from him as possible, and-”

“Why...you don’t...Y/N-”

“It’s just a crush,” you quickly defend, but the scoff that leaves her mouth lets you know that she doesn’t believe you at all. “It is!”

“Your stepfather?”

“I haven’t even known him that long! Okay, this is exactly what I mean. I shouldn’t be here.”

“Alright, his kids aren’t here yet. Darragh is already fed up with your Mother, so it shouldn’t be hard for us to get out of here.” Grabbing your hand, she quickly leads you out of the room, “lets go.”

Ciara and Darragh exchange a look as he bounces Nora in his arms, and as  soon as her foot hits the bottom step, and he’s instantly getting up, Nora giggling at his fast movement. They decided to bring her last minute, and it honestly brought you more comfort than you thought it would. 

“Y/M/N I just remembered, I told my parents we’d come by today with Y/N, and it’s too late to cancel-”

“Nonsense!” your Mother slurs as she appears with a smile painted on her face, as an exasperated Jim follows behind her. “The kids are excited and almost here-”

“I figure we can leave now and just come back tomorrow for lunch or something. They’re here for the-”

He’s cut off by the doorbell ringing, and you close your eyes in defeat. Fuck.

You muster the best smile you can as you make your way to the front door, “Hi, I’m Y/N.”

His ex-wife has mixture of irritation and anger on her face, but she does her best to hide it with a smile. 

“You must be the stepdaughter,” she smiles bitterly, and you force yourself to swallow down your irritation.

You still don’t even know how you ended up in this situation.

“I’m Y/N,” you greet as the two children run towards Jim, who’s more than happy to greet them and give them bear hugs.

You hate how much it pulls on your heartstrings.

“Hey Danielle!” your Mother slurs and Danielle looks completely taken aback.

It’s not as if you can blame her.

“It’s been a while!”

“I’ve been so busy,” your Mother laughs, engulfing her in a hug.

You just want the ground to swallow you whole. 

You shake your head and offer a kind smile towards Danielle before telling her, “my best friend, her boyfriend and child, and I will be here all night.”

“Glad to hear it,” she laughs awkwardly, once your Mother finally lets go of her.

“Thanks for bringing ‘em, Danielle,” Jim offers softly as he comes up behind you, mindlessly resting his hand on your shoulder.

The look on her face lets you know that she thinks this is Peyton’s Place, or something close to it. Once again: you can’t blame her.

“You’ll give me a ring if something happens, yeah?” she asks Jim.

“Of course,” he promises with a small chuckle.

Danielle gives your Mother one last look before looking at you and nodding, turning, and leaving.

“Who’s up for a movie?!” you ask excitedly, turning around and making your way back into the house, being met with cheers.

God save you from the hell that’s about to reign down on you.

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“It’s like your Mother constantly goes out of her way to be a bitch,” Ciara scowls and you laugh.

You’ve done your best to keep your Mother at bay, but it’s been useless. You gave the children (your “siblings”) a choice between ‘Shrek’ and ‘Robots’, and you were so happy they chose ‘Robots’. Your Mother always hated Shrek (for reasons forever unknown to you), and you were afraid it would’ve pushed her further into whatever anxiety depressed state she was in. Turns out, no matter what, she was determined to push herself further into her stupor.

“They really seem to fuckin’ love you,” she slurred as she plopped herself down on one of the kitchen chairs, drink in hand. 

“Mother, stop,” you snapped, “these are your stepchildren! Get it together!”

“Why did ya even have to come home?”

“You invited me for the Summer!”

“Ya just had to-”

“Go to bed,” 

“Is everythin’ okay in here?” Jim asked softly as he made his way into the kitchen. 

“As if you give a fuck,” she mumbled before she took another sip of her drink.

“Stop it!” you snapped again in a hushed tone. “Go upstairs and sleep it off.”

“I’m your Mother!”

“It’s a shame you’ve never acted like it. Now go!”

She mumbled something incoherent as she grabbed her glass and got up. She glared at you before got on her tiptoes and kissed Jim on the cheek, then finally made her way upstairs. You wanted to throw the bottle against the wall, but you knew it would only make things worse for everyone involved.

“Angel-”

“You sure picked a real fuckin’ winner,” you scoffed humorlessly as you started to pace.

“Just calm down-”

“Are ya okay?”

“I’m fine, just take a moment,” he begged as he stood in front of you.

“This was her idea and...I’m leaving tomorrow.”

“Don’t do that.”

“Why not? Me being here only makes things worse. Only makes her worse.”

“I want you here.”

“Once I’m gone, she’ll be back to the way she was before. You’ll be living in wedded bloody bliss again in no time.”

“Angel, you don’t get it,” he chuckled humorlessly as he cupped your face and looked down at you.

“Fuck.”

“Yeah.”

“Jim...no. If anything, that means that I really need to leave.”

“I won’t...I can’t. We can’t...right?”

“Of course!”

“Then why are you lookin at me like that?” he asked softly.

You should’ve moved away from him. You should’ve said ‘no’, but you just stood there like deer stuck in the headlights.

“Tell me you’ll stay.”

“Jim I...”

“Say it, Angel.”

“It’s not right.”

“I know, but I can’t stop it. I don’t want to.”

“I’m your stepdaughter, Jim. This can’t happen.”

“Do you really feel that way? Do you look to me as a Father figure?”

“You know I don’t, but...you’re married. To my Mother.”

“Angel, I have tried so hard, but this...this feels right. Doesn’t it feel right to you? Like it should’ve always been like this?”

“Jim-”

“Doesn’t it feel right?”

You inhaled deeply before you closed your eyes, “yes.”

“I want to be yours, Angel.”

“Jim...stop it. We can’t do this. You’re just mad at her right now, and you have every right to be. You’ll feel differently in-”

“It’s never felt like this with her. Even before you, I’ve never felt the same towards her as I do for you, or for anyone for that matter. I didn’t know I could.”

“Please don’t tell me this. I can’t hear it, Jim.”

“Then let me show you.”

He didn’t give you a chance to even think before he crashed his lips into yours. You hated how natural it felt, because it was wrong. It was wrong on so many levels. The kiss was gentle, but desperate, like he knew it wouldn’t last long. Like he knew it couldn’t last long. Instinctively, you wrapped your arms around his neck and pulled him closer, loving the way your bodies meshed together as you tried to sear this moment and feeling into your brain. 

You knew this could never happen again.

He backed you against the kitchen wall and gripped your ass tight, before he hoisted you up and you wrapped your legs around his slim frame. The man didn’t look it, but he was stronger than you imagined.

And you’d imagined a lot.

You moaned as he started to kiss down from your jawline to your neck, “Jim...please.”

“I’ll do anything you want, Angel. Just tell me what you want.”

“You,” you whimpered as you ground yourself against him.

“Fuck!”

“I just want you!” you assured him as quietly as you could. “I just need you!”

“Can’t wait to-”

“Dad! Do you need help with anythin’?!” his son called from the living area, and it pulled you both out of your trances.

“No, I’ll be back with the popcorn soon!” Jim called as he looked up into your eyes. 

When the hell did he even start making popcorn?

He slowly put you down as he let out a heavy sigh, “I’m sorry, I just couldn’t...we shouldn’t keep dancing around this.”

“I’ll leave in the morning-”

“I don’t want that at all. Stay tonight and we’ll figure this all-”

“Jim, this can’t happen again. Ever again.”

“We both want it to-”

“This will fan out before it even has a chance to turn into anything-”

“I love you.”

“Stop it, Jim.”

“I love you. I’m in love with you.”

“I’m just a nice vacation from my Mother, and you’ll-”

“You think that’s all I want? Close your legs to me forever, I’ll still want you, Angel.”

“Jim-”

“We can figure this out.”

“We have! We can’t do this ever again.”

He chuckled humorlessly as he pressed himself against you, “is that what you truly believe? That this is the end of it?”

“Jim-”

“Dad!” his son yelled, which only made him chuckle softly.

“I’m comin’” he called back. “This isn’t done,” he promised before he walked away.

Since that little incident in the kitchen, you’ve avoided all eye contact with Jim, as well as any close encounters. You feel like everyone will know if you two lock eyes, and you truly can’t deal with that right now. You can’t deal with any of it. How the hell did it even get this point? Just this morning, he told you that there’s nothing to be worried about, and now...?

You can’t do this. You can’t fall for this trap. He’s just hurting, and it’ll all go to shit. How can he be in love with you? He barely even knows you, but he claims to be in love with you? How would it even work? It can’t. Your Mother will hate the both of you, and she’d have every right. This is so-

“Babe, did you hear me?” Ciara laughs softly, pulling you out of your thoughts.

“I’m sorry, no, I’m so drained,” you chuckle softly, shaking your head.

You’ve got to stop.

“Are you sure you don’t wanna stay over tonight?”

“I should stay. Who knows what she’ll be like in the morning, and I don’t want the kids dealing with her with just Jim. If the day needs to be saved, I’ll be here.”

“Well, aren’t you noble? Well, that and I’m sure you want to continue what you and Jim started.”

You can feel your blood freezing.

“What...how...?”

“Besides the way you avoided him like the plague, I was going in there to check on you, and saw you up against the wall, and him being the reason for it.”

“Oh my God!”

“I’m not going to say anything and I’m not going to judge you. However, you two do need to figure this out, and figure it out soon.”

 “I don’t even know how it got to this point. He claims he’s in love with me, but how can that be? Besides, there’s no way we can actually be together,” you groan, dropping your face into your hands. “The smart thing to do is to leave, isn’t it?”

“It is.”

“Then why is so damn hard for me to agree to leave?”

“Because you like him...a lot.”

“I’ve barely even spent time with him.”

“But the time ya have spent with him has been intimate. You both got to know each other in a personal way.”

“He’s my stepdad!”

“It’s not like you’re a child. You’re a grown woman.”

“He’s married to my Mother.”

“Because that’s goin’ so well.”

“She was fine until I came home.”

“She invited you home for the Summer! She has no reason to act like this, besides, if you didn’t set her off something else would have. She can only hide her real self for so long.”

“What if he’s actually good for her?”

“You think she can come back from this? Babe, even if he doesn’t end up with you, he’s never going to stay with her. Especially after that spectacle tonight,” she scoffs while placing her hands on her hips. “In case you forgot, she didn’t tell you that she got married.”

“C, this isn’t right.”

“I never said that it was. It’s backwards as shit, but I’ve seen the way you two look at one another. The way you both try not to look at one another. There’s something between the both of you.”

“There shouldn’t be. There shouldn’t be for so many reasons,” you sob as tears fill your eyes.. “God, maybe I’ll just head back early-”

“And go where? Do what?”

“C-”

“Just talk to him. He clearly has some things he needs to say so, at least, clear the air.”

“I can’t think when I’m around him.”

“I don’t think he’s much better, love,” she giggles softly as she gives your hand a gentle squeeze.

“I shouldn’t be this torn up about this.”

“The heart wants what it wants. Like I said, just talk. See what happens,” she smiles reassuringly before wrapping you in a tight hug. “It’s gonna be okay.”

“I don’t see how it can be.”

“Just give it time. Everything in life requires time,” she assures you, letting go as both Darragh and Jim walk in. “Tell me how it goes.”

She gives you a quick kiss on the cheek along with a reassuring nod, before making her way over to Darragh, taking his hand, and walking out. You hear Nora coo softly when Ciara lifts her up, and a small smile comes to your face.

You’d choose her life over yours any day, honestly.

The door closes and you know you’re alone with Jim which, in some ways, is the last thing you want.

“Where are the kids?” you ask softly, avoiding Jim’s heated and heavy gaze.

“Everyone’s asleep, Angel,” he promises as he corners you.

That nickname is gonna drive you insane.

“Then we should be too.”

“We’re not done-”

“Jim, I’m just a welcomed distraction. You’ll get over this. Over me.”

“I don’t want to-”

“Jim, we can’t-”

“I know your heart rate speeds up when we’re alone, Angel. Mine does too. You want me the same way I want you.”

“Sex and intimacy are not the same thing.”

“And I never said that’s what this is.”

“Jim, this can’t happen anymore-”

“You don’t think about me the same way I think about you? You don’t want me in the same way I want you?”

“She’s my Mother, Jim.”

“Do you think of me as your Stepfather? As your Father?”

“You know I don’t.”

“Then what’s wrong?” he asks as he cups your face.

“This can be the only time we do this,” you breathe as he closes the space between the both of you. “Fuck.”

“There’s my good girl,”

“Jim...we can still stop.”

“We don’t want to.”

“We shouldn’t in here,” you breathe, mind foggy as you feel his breath on your neck.

“Anything and anywhere you want,” he husks before planting feverish kisses along your neck.

Fuck, is this really going to happen?

“Maybe...maybe we should wait-”

“I can’t wait anymore, Angel.”

“What if she wakes up?”

He’s quicker than you ever imagined as he stands up straight and leads you through the house. Almost in an instant, he’s leading you downstairs and into the spare room your grandparents had made for you to hide in when their arguments with your Mother got to be too much for you.

“Problem solved,” he husks before crashing his lips into yours.

It’s wrong, on so many levels, but it feels so good. He feels so good.

“Tell me this isn’t just sex,” you moan while he kisses down your body.

“Angel, this is so much more to me,” he promises, unbuttoning your shorts and pulling down. “I love you so much,” he groans, taking in your scent.

“Jim!”

“Been dreamin’ of this cunny, Angel. Let Daddy have a taste.”

You bite down hard on your bottom and swallow down your moan as he starts to suck on your clit. Lulling your head back, you close your eyes and grip his hair tight, quickly forgetting about all the guilt you felt only moments ago.

You gasp when you feel two slender fingers push their way inside, “fuck! You’re so....ahh fuck!” you whimper as quietly as you can.

Feeling the vibration from his moaning, has you ready to cum on the spot, but you’re not ready for it to end so fast.

Jim isn’t having that.

“Don’t make me beg, Angel,” he growls, looking up at you, fucking you faster with his fingers. “Give it to me.”

“I fucking...don’t wanna...fuck!”

“C’mon, Angel. Give me what I need,” he begs, using his thumb to massage your clit. 

“Fuck!”

“You sound so beautiful,” he groans doubling down on his efforts .

Your legs almost buckle as your orgasm washes over you, your desire soaks his wrist, and he fucks you through your high.

“You’re really somethin’ else,” he smirks as he slowly stands up, looking down at you with love and adoration in his eyes, while he slowly removes his fingers. “So lovely and all mine,” he whispers before delivers another soul stealing kiss.

You can taste yourself on his lips, and it only turns you on even more. Wrapping your arms around him, you let yourself get lost in him, almost completely oblivious to the fact that Jim is moving you both back towards the bed.

“Stop,” you breathe, forcing yourself to let go of him once you feel the back of your legs against the bed. “Take your shirt off.”

Lust floods his eyes as he takes a step back and slowly takes off his shirt. 

If you’re going to Hell, you may as well enjoy the ride.

Your hand lightly traces over his chest as you marvel, “you’re beautiful.”

“You’re one to talk,” he chuckles softly, caressing the side of your face. “If you want to stop-”

“We’ve already started,” you giggle softly.

“I love you, Y/N. I don’t want this to be over after tonight.”

“Lets just be here tonight, my love,” you smile weakly.

It’s not like you can blame alcohol, because you haven’t had a drink all day. This is a choice you’re making all on your own. You can’t even find it in you to feel bad right now because, with how he’s looking at you, the only thing you feel is love.

“Show me how much ya love me tonight,” you whisper as you undo his jeans. “Show me how much you need me.”

In no time at all, you’re both naked and under the covers of your long forgotten “emergency” bed. A very small part of you is still in shock over what’s about to take place, but as worships your body with his tongue, you instantly realize that it’s not enough to call it off and pretend it isn’t happening.

When you feel his tongue massage your right nipple while he sucks on it like it’s the world’s best lollipop, all regrets and guilt go out the window. 

“Angel?” Jim breathes, propping himself and looking down at you.

“Yeah?”

“Say it,” he pleads, slowly spearing into you.

“Oh fuck!”

“Please...fuck!” he grunts, gripping the sheets a bit tighter. “Please...please fuckin’ say it!” he begs desperately as he starts to pick up his pace.

“Fuck, I love you! I love you so...oh God!” you groan as he starts to pick up the pace. 

“You’re perfect.”

“Jim!”

“I know, Angel...just...Jesus, ya grippin’ me so tight!”

“Fuck...so close!! Right there...ahht!!”

“C’mon, Angel!”

“Jim...oh...OH!!”

You both go right over the edge at the same time, with Jim dipping down to kiss you in a weak attempt to silence your moans.

Fuck, fuck, fuck.

“Give me a second,” Jim laughs softly, resting his head in the crook of your neck, while softly resting his body on top of yours.

“We’re fucked. We’re so fucked,” you laugh humorlessly.

“Angel, we’re going to be together-”

“Jim, it’s not like this is some regular affair. You’re married to my Mother. You’re my Stepfather. No matter what happens, this can only end poorly.”

“Then why did you do it?” he questions, pushing himself up a little.

You cup his face and caress the right side softly, “because I love ya, Jim. I’m in love with ya.”

Jim says nothing, he just dips down and kisses you passionately, and you feel him come back to life fore you.

His thrusts start off slow as a smirk comes to his lips, “I think we should have one more go, yeah?”

You dig your nails into his shoulder blades as you arch your back, “please!”

You and Jim spend the next hour or so getting tangled in your sheets, with you two mainly telling each other how much you both love and need one another. Yes, you don’t know much about the man, but you know that you’re drawn to him in every way that a person can be drawn to someone. Your heart, soul, and mind, has never reacted to someone in this way.

He is the missing piece you’ve always been looking for.

“Jim?” you question softly, laying your head on his chest and softly playing with his chest hairs.

“Yeah?”

“We can’t do this ever again. Ya know that, right?”

“We’re gonna figure this out-”

“Jim, ya married her. My Mother. Ya can’t-”

“I’ll figure it out-”

“There’s nothing to figure out, and you know that. You’re married to my Mother and this...this is for tonight only. She may not be a good Mother, but she is my Mother. At one point, you loved her and when I’m gone, you will again. You’ll see-”

“I loved a version of her. This isn’t just some fling with you-’

“She’s my Mother, Jim! I know that I love ya, and I believe that you love me, but this can’t happen. She’d never forgive me and I wouldn’t blame her. God, if she had any idea...Jim, it can’t happen again.”

“I don’t want that.”

“I don’t either, but it’s for the best.”

“If it’s what’s best, I’ll do it,” he sighs heavily, pulling you closer to him.

“I love you, Jim.”

“I love you too, Angel.”

“You can’t be here in the morning.”

“Just let me hold you a bit longer,” he begs softly.

You nod your head softly as you blink back tears. You know that this is the right thing to do. Yeah, your heart is breaking, and you know this isn’t something you’re gonna get over over night, but it’s what needs to be done. Tonight is all you two have, but what a night it was. As you slowly start to drift off to sleep, a small smile comes to your face. For just a moment, you two had each other. You had it all.

Tomorrow, you’ll wake up and all of this will be a distant memory, and you’ll be strong enough to move on.

...right?

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[arcielee]

Interview With a Writer

Thank you so much @dragonwanker for allowing me to pick your brain on this wonderful story and allowing me to continue this series! 💜 As always, Interview With a Writer is my ongoing series of the talented souls on Tumblr and ao3, and their brilliant writing!

Dividers by @saradika 💜

Name: dragonwanker

Story: The Commune [on ao3]

Paring: modern Aemond Targaryen x Female!Reader

Warnings: 18+ MDNI. AFAB reader, she/her pronouns. This fic contains dark themes such as; descriptions of depression, manipulation, coercion, noncon/dubcon, and incest. Please mind the tags for each chapter.

So, when did you start writing?

Oh, just in September this year! I wrote my first fic and published it then, it’s called “Warm Me Up” 😊 But I’ve been obsessed since it aired last October and I’ve read miles of Aemond fanfic especially!

I’ve always been like a day dreamer, who needs a fantasy to escape to. I didn’t think I’d be any good at writing and avoided it for so long, but then I felt inspired and brave and thought I’d give it a shot. Fanfic really helped me last year when I had a pretty bad time mentally and I thought if someone would enjoy my stories like I’ve enjoyed so many others, I’d be happy!

What made you decide to start writing in English? Do you have any advice for budding new writers where English is not their native tongue?

I think I decided to write in English since I only read fanfics in English, there really isn’t a community in Swedish. Most Swedish people have high enough English literacy to read in the language, and being able to read and write in English opens up to so much more content. As for advice; I’d say read read read! Even if it’s just fanfics, there is so much talent among ff writers and so many lovely pieces to chose from!

I don’t think I would have been able to write without having read so much fan fiction in the last year honestly! I only ever read books in Swedish, or really boring text books and academic articles in English. So, reading has really helped me understand the tone that I enjoy reading in. And helped me understand how to describe and paint a picture for the reader.

I’ve had some time to practice writing in English though, I did both my bachelors and masters in English, but the papers I wrote in school were all boring academic papers.

But that did help me articulate myself and get my point across, something that I think might feel challenging when writing in a second language.

Where did the plot for The Commune come from?

Since I am new to writing, I thought I’d explore writing something darker (also cause Halloween was just around the corner hehe) but wanted it to be different from other stories I’ve read.

I studied politics in uni and was very focused on nationalism, identity and national identity. I think theories surrounding those concepts, like Benedict Anderson’s theory on ‘imagined communities,’ inspired me to write something about a secluded community, and then I thought of a cult.

And the idea works ‘cause Aemond (in canon, I mean) was brought up in a religious family, and I felt like the Seven would be fun to explore more, especially since the story takes place in a modern AU of Westeros.

And his personality really reflects other cult leaders, like Jim Jones (I used Jonestown as a bit of an inspiration for The Commune). Aemond is highly intelligent, calculating, persuasive, knowledgeable about the Seven, and authoritative.

Can you expand a bit more on your interpretation of Aemond. What drives him? Why is he the way he is in The Commune?

I’d say the trauma from losing his eye as a child drives him greatly, and that has both good and bad consequences. Like in canon, he utilises that when studying, and it’s implied that he is extremely intelligent, which I’d say is a result of his tedious work. The need to prove himself drives him greatly.

I also think he has a inferiority complex as a child that develops into a superiority complex as he gets older and praised for his amazing work in school.

So, he takes a natural role as the leader within The Commune (I mean, he’s the mastermind behind it) since he believes that he’s superior to everyone else, even those older than him (with more experience in life or in research). That is where the idea that he could be the father reincarnated comes from; his incredible intellect and how sure he is in everything he does.

Was there anything in specific that inspired your Reader portrayal?

I felt like some of us needed a relatable depressed girl whose too tired of her meaningless job to fight the manipulation.

But I guess I drew a lot of inspiration from real life, and having battled a bit with mental health issues, I utilised that. I wanted the ending to be a bit ambiguous; so that we don’t know if she chose to stay or if she was “brainwashed” into staying. So, she needed to be displeased with life from the start, otherwise she wouldn’t want to leave her career.

Plus, cults often pray on people like her: depressed and disappointed in life. So it felt fitting 😊

Do you think your Reader complements Aemond?

I’ve thought about it and in a twisted way, yes, I think she compliments him (or his delusions haha). He uses his scar and the trauma he went through as a child as a way to manipulate his followers, and having the girl who (he thinks) wronged him by his side as a devoted partner helps him further reinforce his agenda as this outer worldly leader!

That’s one more thing that drives him marrying her: he thinks she’ll help in his selfish goals of gaining more power.

So really, she complements his end game.

Were there any other characters in your story you enjoyed writing?

Oh yes, I loved writing Alys and Helaena! They’re only the two other real ‘actors’ in the story but it was so fun exploring how their characters would translate onto this dark, modern setting.

Helaena being depressed in King’s Landing and finding solace in the country where she can pursue a life without the stresses of modern society felt realistic to the way I interpret her character; someone who craves connection to nature (actualised through her fondness of insects) yet gets pulled away from that and thrust into the chaotic mess that is the Targtowers.

And Alys being this highly intelligent PhD student in phytotherapy; having vast knowledge on plants and ancient healing practices! Gets charmed by the young and confident political science student (Aemond) who promises a better life under a brand new philosophy.

Do you think you will do a sequel to this story? Or a new piece you might post?

Hmmm no, at least not at the moment! I like the way it ended and feel like I don’t have anything else to add that would elevate the story… but if inspiration strikes I’m not opposed to the idea!

I’m currently writing a series called ‘Rumours’ that I think people who enjoyed ‘The Commune’ might like; it’s not a dark!fic but there’s plenty of angst and drama 👀

Do you have a personal favorite fanfic you'd like to share?

I am beyond excited for more of @theoneeyedprince Tom Bennett story ‘As the World Burns’ and @humanpurposes modern!Aemond story ‘It Will Come Back’

[sierracolorstheworldofwords]

The Lonely King-- Chapter two

Something about the air in the woods felt different. Charged, yet still. Snow crunched underneath your feet, and the remnants of autumn’s leaves scattered across the forest floor. In the bare trees, crows perched, watching you with a keen eye, cawing as you passed by. 

You shivered, pulling your cheap coat closer as you approached the fairy ring. 

Above you, the sky darkened. 

You’d been to this park plenty of times! So, what the hell was so different about today anyway? It wasn’t like anything was going to happen! And you know what? What was wrong with indulging your inner child? Even if this was stupid as hell! It’d been a shitty week of dealing with “slow” coworkers who stood around for twenty minutes, pretending to “clean” while you did the rest of the work. You clenched your jaw. You took a deep breath. 

“I’ve come looking for work!” 

 

Nothing. You stepped closer, not daring to breach the barrier. The air felt different. Even though your brain couldn’t exactly say why. Your heart thudded in your chest.

 Were you really going to do this? 

Yes. Yes. 

You took another deep breath, “I’ve come looking for work! I can clean and I can cook!” 

You waited. 

That’s when you noticed the crows amongst the trees, eerily silent. The wind let out a low moan, and you shivered as it gripped you. The murder watched you, eyes filled with an otherworldly light, and it seemed almost as if they were challenging you. Egging you on. You’d be damned if you were going to lose to a few birds. 

“I’ve come looking for work!” you yelled again, “And I won’t leave until I get it!” 

The air snapped. Popped, and your vision flood with what looked like starlight. 

There, within the circle, stood a man. His cloak blew in an unknown wind, his hair stood like wild gold, yet you knew he was no man. He was too sharp, too piercing. Shifting his weight, he put his hands on his hips, glowering at you. 

"Well?"

"Well what?"

He sighed, rolling his eyes, "Did you not come looking for work?"

 “Yes! Yes sir! I did!” 

He gave you a look over, before stepping towards you, lifting your chin, observing you, "What have you to offer? What can you do?"

An on the spot interview. Cute.

"I can clean, and I can cook.” 

He pulled away, crossing his arms, "I need someone who can do the laundry, sweep up the cobwebs constantly haunting my castle– especially my room– and overall work with chaos. The creatures I rule cause it at every twist and turn." 

This was too good to be true. It had to be. You'd read enough stories to know that. You looked away from him, towards the path you came, and your eyes traveled to the crows watching you. They were just trying to survive the winter too. 

“I won't be your servant,” you replied, eyeing him, “But I will be your maid.”

He seemed surprised at your response, and you knew to keep your head high. 

“I expect payment in return for my.labor, and being your servant would not enable that.” 

He rolled his eyes, crossing his arms. 

“I do not work with human currency. It's too much trouble.”

“You will reward me with gold and jewels.”

“Or perhaps fruit and a bountiful harvest?” He snapped, now towering above you, and for the first time you noticed how his breath didn't fog in the cold, “Why on earth should I hire a scrawny little worm like you? What happened to the days of yore, where one could reward some little twit  for not stepping into a room and being diligent?” 

You crossed your arms, "Do you do that?"

"No, but that's besides the point, really.”

You put a hand on your chest. Felt your heart treating to burst out of your ribcage. Your insides squeezed into a knot. You clenched your fists at your sides, and took a deep breath. 

“I'm a hard worker. And you clearly need someone who can do that, but who can also manage time. Especially in a chaotic space. I've grown up within chaos, so I'm much more equipped than other humans. Furthermore-”

“Are you trying to write a treatise?” 

You ignored him, “If I can work within a space as someone cusses me out, calls me sweetheart, then I can guarantee I can work with whatever your goblins throw at me.”

“Really? Many have said that.” 

With a frown, you finally met his gaze, and his eyes startled you. One eye so blue it looked like a frozen ocean, but the other one was a void of stars. You caught yourself.

“Yes. And I can prove to you what I'm capable of.” 

He cocked his head, listening.

"I’ll clean one messy room within your home, and if it's cleaned, top to bottom, dust and mess free, then you hire me."

"And if it's not?"

He shifted, like a predator, and his gaze was too sharp. Your heart pounded in your ears. The hairs on the back of your neck prickled. What could you offer? 

You gasped at the realization.

“I'll give you my name.”

Another tilt of.his head, another look over, and with a smirk, he held out his hand. You looked at it. You mouthed your statement, before a twitch in your stomach called a warning.

 “I want to know how much time I’ll have, or no deal.” 

For a moment, you thought you registered a flicker of surprise,  before he smirked, “Thirteen hours. Now, I haven't got all day. Shake. Goblins are clingy.”

“You'll give me thirteen hours to clean a room within your home, and when it’s done to your approval, and by the time limit, you’ll hire me?” he rolled his eyes, nodded, “And if not, then I’ll give you my name?” 

Again, he nodded. 

Again, you thought, mouthing the sentence, before noticing his smirk, then it hit you. 

“You will give me thirteen horus to clean a room within your home, and if it’s not done to your approval, and by the time limit, then I’ll give you my full name, but if it is done to your approval, not only will you hire me, but you will also return me to my home. Do we have a deal?” 

“I haven’t got all day!”

“Do we have a deal?” you asked again.  

He looked at your outstretched hand, clenching his jaw, before giving you a smile that only a man could give.

“We have a deal,” he replied.

You shook on it. 

The wind pushed through the trees, scattering snowflakes around the ring. It took your breath away, dragging the trail a cold across the sky. The world spun, and the crowd cawed– did they do so, in celebration, or laugh at your foolishness? The last thing you saw was his sharp teeth, shining. 

[everasbefore-everjustassure]

Hi heathens! I'm not dead. There's been a lot going on in my personal life. Nothing bad just a lot. Anywho, I'm going to be having some serious down time very soon so the plan is to knock out some more of my WIPs.

It's okay to laugh at me, I am! 🤣🤣🤣🤣

We all know how this goes "Make the plan, execute the plan, expect the plan to off the rails. Throw away the plan."

I did decide that 2024 is a wrap up year for my writing. I'm allowed to keep track of new ideas in my writing journal but I'm not allowed to post anything new until a WIP has become complete or I feel I made a reasonable dent.

Wish me luck! 😂

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Eddie Munson

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Aphmau (Diaries and Mystreet)

Garroth Ro’Meave

Laurance Zvahl

Dante

Zane Ro’Meave

Aaron Lycan

Travis

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(Likely to add more as I rewatch both series, currently on season 1 of Diaries)

We’re gonna start with that ladies, gentlemen and non-binary friends! Depending on how busy I am or if my interest shifts I may add other fandoms (such as The Arcana, Marvel, or some video games)

I will do smut, fluff, angst- all of it! I will not do incest ships, heavily fetishized gay ships (for example if you’re a cisgender woman requesting a fuck ton of garrance smut, that shit is just not gonna fly here I’m not gonna feed your fetish), or any smut with underage characters!

I’m not that into shipping or fan fiction about ships but depending on the request I will be willing to fulfill it, it just may come slower compared to x readers. For example Steddie and Garrance specifically make me pretty uncomfortable but if you’re respectful about it and aren’t fetishizing male relationships I will be willing to fulfill a request for you. That said Male!Reader and GN!Reader are encouraged! I would love to give you guys content! (Since you’re definitely not cis women just wanting to get off to men fucking each other)

Please respect my boundaries whether they are stated here or I respond to a request setting one!

***If you are requesting smut please use an 18+ warning, MDNI, etc at the start of your ask!! I can't put read more bar in before the ask so this is the alternative. I won't do the request/will ask you to resubmit with this before I write for you!!***

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[jdcuneganbooks]

So. Who is J.D. Cunegan?

After 40-plus years, I think I’ve finally figured it out.

Mostly.

I’m a self-published author. I’m a motorsports junkie. I’m a relatively new hockey fan and a lifelong baseball nut. My hockey team won the Stanley Cup in 2018 and my baseball team doesn’t look like it’s winning anything any time soon.

Pre-plague, I went to roughly five NASCAR races a year. Every weekend, there are fast cars on my TV. NASCAR, IndyCar, Formula 1, NHRA, IMSA sports cars. If it goes fast and has four wheels, chances are I have at least a passing interest.

Heh, passing. Get it?

…Get it?

Okay, I’ll stop.

I’ve wanted to be a writer since I was in middle school, when I first discovered the X-Men and then had designs on being the next Jim Lee. The next Todd MacFarlane. But once I got to college, I discovered I was a much better writer than artist. Mostly because majoring in art in college is a surefire way to fall out of love with art.

(Pro tip: if you wanna study art in college, go to an actual art school.)

But I also discovered sports writing. And sportscasting. I spent the latter half of my college days working for the campus newspaper and campus radio station, writing columns and laying out pages and calling basketball and baseball games on the radio (Old Dominion didn’t yet have football when I was there).

So now my day job involves working in college athletics. Writing press releases and handling media inquiries and doing what often feels like entirely too much. I’ve seen my share of NCAA Tournament games and spent more time on buses and planes than I care to admit. But I have a decent ring collection and the pay’s good; it’s helped finance my other writing.

You know, those books I’ve written?

I published my debut novel, Bounty, on June 1, 2015. As of this writing, I have six novels, a short story collection, a non-fiction book, and three anthology contributions to my name. My flagship work is the Jill Andersen series, a comic book-inspired mash-up of the murder mystery and superhero genres, and I’ve also written Notna, which I have trouble categorizing other than to quote a review I got, which said it was like “a cross between Indiana Jones and Buffy the Vampire Slayer.”

I have several other novels in the works (including the next Jill Andersen installment and a brand new series), and if all things go as they should, 2023 should be a pretty big year creatively speaking for me. I can’t promise anything will actually release in 2023 (because I've learned putting dates on things too soon can be problematic), but if I can finish the books I have in-progress, that will go a long way to getting me back on track.

I enjoy (most of) the MCU movies. I’m terrible at watching and keeping up with TV shows (seriously; I didn’t watch Buffy until it was already off the air, and most of my favorite TV shows are no longer running).

I’m an avid reader, because I can’t imagine being a writer and not reading. I firmly believe you need to be one to be the other — so much so, that’s the subject of my non-fiction book (The Art of Reading). I have a handful of authors whose work I love almost without reservation — Chuck Wendig, R.R. Virdi, S.E. Anderson, Sabaa Tahir — and I’m a big supporter of indie and self-published authors.

Because since becoming an author myself nearly seven years ago, the vast majority of the books I’ve loved the most have come from indie and self-published authors.

If you were to visit me, you’d find three things in abundance: books, superhero statues and figures, and race car diecast models (and other racing paraphernalia). That’s probably the greatest summary of who I am and what makes me tic.

Mostly because I can’t just leave chicken wings sitting around. For one thing, they’d go bad if I did that, which would be a terrible waste. Not to mention the bugs they’d likely attract.

I’m the kind of person who stays in during the weekend and enjoys the quiet of solitude (even before COVID became a thing). I’m not a particularly social person, I’ve never been one for the bar scene, and frankly, almost all my friends live elsewhere. I’m as happy on a Friday night in bed with a beer and a book as I am with just about anything else.

I have stories to keep me company, and the older I get (how the hell am I 41?!), the more I find that’s okay.

Unless you have wings. Or you buy one of my books. Then we can talk.

Visit my website: https://jdcuneganbooks.com

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