#Rough thought it was nice to wake up to some music and so did some of the kids
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Married- working- at- the - school Poolverine is a menace to society and makes Scott want to quit his job so bad.
Today at 8 am he was woken up by "Single Ladies" being played through out the school and when He, The headmaster Mr. Summers, came out of his office there was his newest employee, in full uniform doing the entire choreography to said song.
đ¶I got gloss on my lips, a man on my hips.
Got me tighter in my Dereon jeans
Acting up, drink in my cup
I can care less what you thinkđ¶
Sometimes Mr. Wilson does a point and a move that may not be part of the dance, and Mr. Summers can't help but to feel as if he's being mocked. It becomes especially bad when he realizes that Mr. Howlett is lazily leaning on the banister, admiring the show and drinking hot coffee.
đ¶He needs no permission, did I mention
Don't pay him any attention!
Cause you had your turn and now you gonna learn
What it really feels like to miss himđ¶
It's this verse he notices the words are changed when said employee came to grab Mr. Howletts face and specifically turn him away from the headmaster.
đ¶Cause if you liked'em then you should have put a ring on it
If you liked'em you shoulda put a ring on it
Don't be mad once you see that I want it
If you liked him then you shoulda put a ring on itđ¶
By now, the Headmaster is glaring with a semi look of disgust and disrespect, blinking slowly and gave a look to Mr. Howlett.
"Are you doing to do something about this?"
Only for him to smirk softly and shrug. "Im not the headmaster, remember?"
It leaves Mr. Summers no choice but to either stand here and endure the obvious pettiness or to close his door, which infact is slammed a lot harder than he thought.
đ¶Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, ohđ¶
Logan smiles, feeling satisfied about pissing him off for the day, and proud of Wade for his dance number. Today is going to be a good day. He could feel it.
And the best part? He had a contract that said unless Wade became dangerous towards the children, He couldn't fire him because they were a package deal.
You want the Wolverine? Deal with Deadpool.
#I feel kinda bad for how much stuff Scott has to put up with#hes gonna be bald from stress by the time hes 40#the children thought it was funny#ororo chuckled but gave Logan a look of âCome on now#were grown ups i thought you were better then this loganâ#Rough thought it was nice to wake up to some music and so did some of the kids#deadpool and wolverine#poolverine#logan howlett#wade wilson#deadpool#deadpool 3#scott summers#headmaster summers#x mansion#xmen#married poolverine au#does he deserve it? maybe#could logan stop him of he wanted? probably#is he gonna? no
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Wicked Games 1
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Warnings: non/dubcon, cheating, and other dark elements. My username actually says you never asked for any of this.
My warnings are not exhaustive but be aware this is a dark fic and may include potentially triggering topics. Please use your common sense when consuming content. I am not responsible for your decisions.
Character: Steve Rogers
Summary:Â you had a one night stand. Or did you?
As usual, I would appreciate any and all feedback. Iâm happy to once more go on this adventure with all of you! Thank you in advance for your comments and for reblogging â€ïž
Your phone wakes you. The room tilts as you open your eyes. A dull hammering thrums in your temples. The morning light makes your brain rough as sand paper.Â
Dregs of vodka stick to your dry tongue. The hangover weighs you down like an anchor. Just the thought of moving hurts.Â
You reach blindly for your jittering phone. Bubbly music tinkles from the speaker. Shit. It's Barrett. What did he forget this time?Â
You answer and put your clammy palm to your forehead. You squint at the ceiling then your eyes slowly round. Where the fuck are you? Â
"Hey, babe. You at Wendy's?" Your husband asks.Â
You gulp and peel your tongue off the roof of your mouth. This isn't Wendy's house.Â
"Yep," you croak. Your eyes ping side to side.Â
"Look, I'm sorry about last night. Things got heated and I know I was an ass--"Â
You cough as you sit up in the strange bed. "Yeah, you were."Â
"So why don't you come home and we can talk it out."Â
You peer around the room and your lips curve in a frown. Where the hell would you go besides home your loyal best friend's? You scratch you scalp and turn your legs over the edge of the bed, "let me get myself together."Â
"Babe. Please. I'm sorry."Â
"When I get home." You hang up. Â
It was a hell of fight. The minute he started yelling, you bailed. He knows better. You're not doing a ten hour day and coming home his nagging. So you left out your coffee mug. Big deal. You didn't say anything about the garbage bag he left out to be torn apart by raccoons.Â
Whatever. Fighting over dishes. Not of it matters right now.Â
Your clothes are on the floor. Someone's floor. Who it is is far from the point. You stand and stagger. You catch yourself on the nightstand. Your hand moves instinctively between your legs.Â
You're naked and tender. Did you have sex?Â
Think! You ran out with your purse. You went to Wendy's. She was up for a night out. A night to forget and body did you. First drink, second, third, then it gets blurry. Â
Fuck! You didn't. You wouldn't. You're pissed at your husband but you wouldn't cheat on him. You're not that type of person. Right?Â
You don't have time for that. You have to get out of here. Â
You dress as you search the room. It's tidy. Half the bed is mad and the other half messed from your drunken slumber.Â
You shake out your hands trying to shoo away the flurry of guilt and denial. Just get out. You'll think better with some coffee in your system. Â
You push down the door handle slowly. You listen to the silence of the hall. You tiptoe out warily, checking left and right as you advance. It's a nice place. A condo. Much nicer than your cramped one bedroom.Â
Not important!Â
You come out into the spacious front room. It's as empry as the rest of the place. The kitchen too. The bathroom. No one.Â
Your purse is by the door. Your shoes too. You grab both and let yourself out. You'd rather not face your mistake.Â
No, you didn't do anything. You wouldn't.Â
You hurry down the hallway to the elevators. You don't look back, just keep going. You don't think, just go.Â
It isn't until you're outside the familiar cafe marquee that your let your mind settle. You enter and join the queue. Your order a black coffee and drink it at a stool by the window. Â
You lean your elbows on the high table that stands inside the pane. You take a slow, savouring swig of coffee and let it trickle down your throat. You shield your face from the New York morning and put your hands over your ears.Â
You can't remember anything but Wendy. Your anger had you ordering round after round, trying to drown out the bile. The thought makes your stomach lurch and you gulp thickly.Â
You shake your head and groan. Your phone chirps. It's probably Barrett. Several messages from him and missed calls. All through the night. It's bad enough you betrayed him, you had him up worrying.Â
No, you didn't!Â
It can't have happened if you don't remember it. A generous stranger took you home so you didn't wake up on the curb. That's it.Â
That's the story. Nothing happened. And you'll let Barret believe you were with Wendy. It won't make a difference.Â
Your mind is set. Nothing happened.Â
Nothing. Happened.Â
Because you don't remember. Because you were too drunk to do that. Because you're married and it can't happen.Â
You're going to finish your coffee and go home. Everything will be just like it was before... after you tell Barrett where to put that coffee mug if it's such a big deal.Â
#steve rogers#dark steve rogers#dark!steve rogers#steve rogers x reader#series#drabble#wicked games#marvel#avengers#captain america#mcu
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Turn up the music okay any fletcher song for rafe but these two together undrunk and bitter
Undrunk and Bitter
a/n: love both of these songs sm!
pairing: Rafe Cameron x reader
summary: you and Rafe broke up but some feelings still linger
warnings: suggestive themes, language
wc: 1.4k
How long will it take for your feelings for someone to go away? How long does it take to stop loving someone? Even if that someone is so bad for you.
You and Rafe broke up almost a month ago and you feel like every day is worse than the last. At first it was easy. You cried, got all of your sadness and anger out of your body. But then arrived the longing and loneliness.Â
You miss him. You miss waking up in the same bed, his arms around you. You miss going on dates with him. You miss him giving a ride on the back of his bike. The little things.
But the relationship between you ate you up inside. You loved him but also knew you deserved better. You deserved more. Thatâs why you broke up with him. It was probably the hardest decision of your life. Because where do you find the strength to let go of the person you love more than anyone else?
âI canât watch you mope around anymore.â Your friend Grace sits at the edge of your bed where youâre currently lying, staring at the ceiling deep in thought.
âTopâs throwing a party tonight. Weâre going.â
You know you donât have the energy to go but you also donât have the energy to argue with her. And thatâs how you end up at Topperâs house a couple of hours later.
You know heâs here even though you havenât spotted him yet. Rafe. You can feel it in your bones.Â
âIâm gonna get a drink,â you tell Grace whoâs engaged in a conversation with Kelce about who knows what and she dismisses you with a wave.Â
You sigh and try to find your way to the kitchen. Passing the living room, you see Rafe on the couch with a pretty girl on his lap. His eyes meet yours for a second before someone addresses him and he turns his attention to them.
Yeah, you definitely need a drink now.
How is it so easy for him to move on? It makes you wonder how much you really meant for him. How much the relationship and later the break up affected him. Did you really mean so little to him?
You finally find the kitchen. The counters are filled with various types of alcohol ranging from light stuff to hard liquor. You head for the latter. You down shot after shot and soon enough you feel your head start slowly spinning and your worries floating away. It feels nice. It helps you forget about him for a second.
âRough night?â
You turn around and some guy is leaning against the counter, a red solo cup in his hand.
âYou could say that.â You give him, what must be, a sad smile.
âWhatâs got you drinking like that?â he asks as he scoots closer and takes a sip of his drink.
âLife.â
âFair enough.â He laughs. âIâm Trevor.â
âTo you, Trevor.â You salute him and take another shot, grimacing at the taste of vodka in your mouth. He offers his drink as a chaser and you happily take it and down that too.
You introduce yourself to him and the conversation starts flowing. The alcohol keeps flowing too. Soon enough his hands are everywhere at once and youâre making out in the secluded hallway.
It feels nice. You feel wanted again. You havenât felt that way in a while and crave it more than anything. Thereâs a little voice in the back of your head that keeps nagging at you that itâs wrong to use someone to get over Rafe. But it feels so good and you canât help but want more.
âY/n.â Youâd recognize that voice anywhere. Rafe.
You break away from Trevor and see him approaching. His fists are balled and even the way he walks indicates that heâs angry.
âGet the fuck away from her,â he snarls.
âBut-â
âStep the fuck back!âÂ
Trevor backs up with his hands raised in defeat.
âWalk away.â Rafe instructs him and he doesnât argue. So much for that.
âAre you okay?â he asks almost softly, his hands on your upper arms on both sides of your body.
You shove him away. âWhat the fuck is wrong with you?â
âWhat the fuck is wrong with me? Youâre the one hooking up with strangers in the fucking hallway.â
âSo? You can swap spit with girls all night but I canât do the same?â
âNo.â
âWhat do you mean ânoâ? We broke up, Rafe. I can do whatever the fuck I want.â
âYouâre drunk. Youâre not thinking clearly. Let me take you home.â He takes a step closer but you take one simultaneously back.
âFuck you. Iâm thinking more clearly than I have in a while. Why can you move on but I canât?â
He pinches the bridge of his nose. âIâm not moving on anywhere with anyone.â
âYouâre trying to tell me you didnât fuck that pretty thing before you came here? Nice try. I need space from you, Rafe.â
âFirst of all, I havenât fucked anyone since we broke up. Second, Iâm taking you home.â
âYeah right. I donât believe you. She was all over you.â
âLike that guy was all over you?â
You shut your mouth. âThatâs none of your business.â
âIt is. Youâre still my business whether you like it or not. Now, you can come with me willingly or I will physically drag you out of here.â
âIâm not going anywhere with you.â You cross your arms on your chest and stand your ground, which in a literal sense is difficult because youâre too drunk for your own good.
âStop being difficult.â
âNo.â
He sighs before he makes a quick move of picking you up and throwing you over his shoulder. Youâre like a sack of flour. Absolutely helpless and pathetic.
âPut me down!â You hit his back with your fists but that does nothing to help. Heâs unaffected.
âIâm gonna throw up all over you,â you threaten. Itâs actually a real possibility due to the fact that your head is furiously spinning and you canât make your left from your right.
âI donât care.â
People stare at him weird as he carries you through the house, while youâre kicking and screaming, to the driveway where his car is parked.
Very surprisingly to everyone around Rafe, heâs sober tonight. He didnât plan on staying sober but when he saw you enter Topperâs yard through the living room window his heart made the decision for him.
He drops you in the passenger seat and buckles you up before walking to the driverâs side and hopping into the seat. In the few seconds he was outside the car you managed to unbuckle your seatbelt but he pulls it across your body again and locks the doors so you canât escape.Â
âI hate you,â you snarl at him and cross your arms once again, angling your body towards the car door on your side.
âDonât care.â He backs out of the driveway and starts driving towards your house.
You rest your head against the cool window of the car and stare at the passing scenery.Â
âWhy do you care so much?â you ask.
âWhat?â He looks at you for a second before turning his gaze back towards the road ahead of him.
âWhy do you care?â
âAbout what?â
âAbout me. We broke up and here you are, taking me home after cockblocking me.â
He scoffs. âI canât stop caring about you overnight, Y/N. Thatâs not how it works. And even if I wanted to I couldnât.â
âYou looked like you could. Plenty of girls throwing themselves at you. Take your pick.â
âI donât want any of them.â
The rest of the ride passes in silence. He helps you out of the car, into your house and to your bedroom. He even tucks you under the covers.Â
âWhy donât you want other girls? You can, you know.âÂ
He leans down and presses a kiss to your forehead which makes you instantly close your eyes for a moment of bliss. For a second, youâre thrown back in time when you were together and he used to kiss you goodnight every single night, even if it meant driving over from his place to yours to do so.
âIâm waiting.â
âFor what?â
âFor you to love me again.â
You open your mouth but no words come out.
âIf you remember this in the morning, text me. Weâll talk.â With that he stands up, turns off the lights and leaves, softly closing the door after him.
#rafe cameron#rafe cameron x reader#rafe cameron x fem!reader#rafe cameron x female reader#rafe cameron x y/n#rafe cameron x you#rafe cameron obx#rafe cameron outer banks#rafe cameron imagine#outer banks#obx#rafe outer banks#rafe obx#cherry's 2.4k picnic!
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Sometimes, life is busy. You shouldn't let that stop you from enjoying a good book, but who has the time to read the same words over and over again?
For your enjoyment and convenience, I have removed all duplicate words from the first Keeper of the Lost Cities book.
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Sunny Day Jack - Growing Old Together
I've been trying to encourage myself to write more on impulse rather than get stuck in my head so much. Soooo, when this particular thread on twitter popped up about an older Joseph aging like fine wine and snuggling up to his sunshine in the morning, I got inspired.
This is an off the cuff first-draft drabble that might be a bit rough. There's some hints of spice to it, but mostly it's just marshmallow fluff about Joseph and Mary in an AU where they were able to grow old together and have their happy ending. (Unlike the main timeline.) I hope you enjoy this peek into what might have been.
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The house felt so big and empty after the kids moved out, all grown up now and living their own lives. It took Mary time to get used to the quiet after so many years filled with the sound of children shouting and laughing.
The past decades passed by so quickly with days that were long, but years that ultimately were so painfully short.
The passage of time made Mary all the more thankful that Joseph had been with her throughout it all. He was still here with her, just like he promised so many years ago.
Sometimes in the quiet, Mary remembered the incident from 40 years ago, the gunman that almost took the stars from her sky. It was a miracle that the bullet merely grazed its target. What remained was a scar on weathered skin that left a notch in a hairline that now had more gray hair than brown. She traced and kissed that scar countless times while thanking God that it, and a scary memory, were all that were left behind that day. She did it again now, just the lightest touch of her lips against his marred skin so as not to rouse her beloved husband from his slumber.
The thoughts werenât exactly sad, but they held enough of a somber edge that Mary couldnât get back to sleep despite the early hour. Usually she and Joseph slept in late ever since they retired and the kids left for college, but not this morning. These were the sort of thoughts that she knew by now could fester if she remained idle.
It was a shame to leave the warmth of their bed and the big, strong arms that held her so close, but Mary couldnât bring herself to wake Joseph. He looked so tranquil, the wrinkles on his face just a little smoother. His breaths came slow and steady, a gentle background noise to the otherwise quiet morning.
With some regret, Mary slipped free of her husbandâs arms with practiced ease. The hardest part was stretching out the stiffness in her muscles without making a noise. It seemed like every year she found a new ache that slowed her down and made it even harder to get started in the morning.
Yet, there was an undercurrent of triumph in observing evidence of the passage of time. Every wrinkle and silver hair and ache that showed her age was a reminder that she was still living far beyond that damned expiration date she had been given so many years ago.
Take that, Dr. Wheiz! Mary thought with a vindictive smile. She would outlive that stupid pediatrician yet!
Still, Mary tried to redirect her thoughts away from the shadow of death that had so nearly taken her or her beloved husband. They were alive, and she wanted to focus on living.
What better way to do that than by making a nice, tasty breakfast?
The kitchen was far enough away from their bedroom that Mary could risk playing some music at a low volume, a nice jaunty tune to help her wake up. It was a shame that the radio stationsâ definition of âoldiesâ was pop songs from the start of the millennium, but the tablet her eldest gifted her for her birthday had plenty of her favorite music loaded up and ready to let her relive a little nostalgia.
Mary let herself get lost in her work, idly humming along to the chorus as she swayed her hips a little from side to side. Measuring, mixing, and watching the little disks turn a beautiful golden brown in the sizzling pan recentered her thoughts to focus on the delicious meal she would soon be enjoying with the best company she could ever ask for.
A pair of large hands stilled her swaying hips, and Mary jumped, just a little, before a wry chuckle escaped her. She allowed herself to be pulled back into the broad chest she knew so well. Joseph was softer than he was in his prime, especially around the middle, but that just made him the perfect pillow to snuggle into.
âGood morning, Sunshine,â Joseph said around a yawn as he nuzzled into his wifeâs shoulder. His voice was thick with sleep and deeper than usual, sending a shiver down her spine when he spoke so close to her ear.
âGood morning, Starlight,â Mary said as she turned her head to plant a kiss on her husbandâs cheek. His stubble lightly scratched her skin where he brushed against her, a bit ticklish and a bit sharp, but not an unpleasant sensation.
âWhatâs for breakfast?â Joseph asked before he gave a kiss in return on her neck. He smiled against her skin as he felt her shiver a little, and he kissed her again to enjoy another.
âPancakes,â Mary said. âAnd maybe some eggs and bacon while Iâve got the skillet out.â
Joseph nuzzled into his wifeâs mostly silver hair, planting kisses among the soft strands. He wasnât quite awake yet, still clinging to the sweet dreamy haze he woke up in. âMmm⊠sounds good. Blueberry?â
âMaybe,â Mary said with a teasing note to her voice. âOr maybe we can change things up a little. How do chocolate chip pancakes sound?â
A quiet grunt escaped Joseph, and Mary could easily imagine his pouty look from the way he grumbled into her hair. âNot as good as blueberry.â
Mary giggled as she slid the pancake she had just finished onto a plate. âNow, now, you donât need to sound so disappointed. Sometimes itâs good to switch things up a little.â
Joseph made a wordless sound of disapproval at the back of his throat as he slid his arms around her middle and rested his chin atop her head. It was a toothless protest, and Mary knew it.
âNo one makes better blueberry pancakes than you do,â Joseph said, his voice a low rumble that Mary could feel run through her entire body due to their closeness. âRemember what I told you? I could eat your blueberry pancakes every day for the rest of my life.â
Mary shivered at the sound of his voice and the way his large hands idly rubbed circles along her stomach. The motion wasnât intended to be seductive, just an idle appreciation for the softness of her body, but even after all these years Joseph had a way of sparking that special heat inside of her like no one else could.
âYouâre in luck then,â Mary said with a slightly shaky breath, dropping the tease from her tone. âBecause thatâs what Iâm making.â With that she made a show of drawing a ladle full of batter, scooping in as many big ripe blueberries as she could, and drizzling it into the pan with a satisfying sizzle.
Joseph blinked before a chuckle escaped him as his sleepy mind caught up with his wifeâs little game. He tilted his head to rub his cheek along the top of her head, drawing her just that little bit closer into him. âYou really know how to spoil me, Sunshine.â He sighed deeply, his warm breath stirring shiny errant strands of her hair. âMary⊠I love you so much.â
âI love you too, Joseph,â Mary said as she reached up to stroke his cheek. She savored the contours of his jawline that had softened with age, the pleasant prickle of stubble that trailed all the way down his neck. Most of all, she enjoyed the pleased hum he made at her touch and the way he tried to nuzzle into both her hand and hair all at the same time. âMore than anyone else in the world.â
Joseph sighed, content, as he savored the warmth that radiated from his sunshine nestled so cozy and close in his arms. The music changed from some upbeat tune to something slower, a bit jazzy. He swayed to the easy rhythm, turning their embrace into almost a slow dance.
Mary enjoyed the feeling for a moment, but let out a chuckle when she found it a challenge to flip the pancake neatly. âStarlight, love of my life, apple of my eye, my dearest wish come true⊠you know I love you, but itâs a bit difficult to cook like this.â
Joseph closed his eyes as he rested his cheek atop his wifeâs head, his body still rocking with hers in time to the music. âMm hmm?â
A small chuckle escaped Mary. âSo as much as I love you holding me so close, maybe you should step back for a bit, hmm?â
Joseph let out a thoughtful hum as he took a moment to consider the proposition, before finally burying his face into her hair. âNah. Letâs stay like this a bit longer.â
Mary couldnât help but laugh. âOh come on.â
âIâm staying where itâs nice and cozy,â Joseph said teasingly before burying his face into her neck. âSo warmâŠâ
Mary shivered at the feeling of his breath, his lips, and the scruff along his skin brushing along her neck. Though the smell of sweet pancakes filled the air, she couldnât help but focus on her husbandâs scent, a heady musk that still had a bit of smokiness to it even long after he quit smoking before the kids were born. She couldnât help but turn a little bit more towards him to breathe him in, the scent of home. âJosephâŠâ
âFive more minutes,â Joseph said, his voice a low, throaty murmur that vibrated through her skin. âJust five more minutesâŠâ
Mary shook her head a little as she let out a wry chuckle, both at her husbandâs familiar clinginess and how quickly she always caved to his needy pleas. âOkay, five-â
âNo, wait,â Joseph said quickly. âTen more minutes. I want ten more minutes like this.â
âOh come on,â Mary mock groaned as she rolled her eyes towards her husband. âYou really are spoiled, arenât you?â
âI canât help it,â Joseph chuckled before he stole a kiss from his sunshineâs lips. âYouâve thoroughly spoiled me rotten, Sunshine, and this dog is too old to learn any new tricks now.â
âWhat have I done?â Mary asked with theatrical dismay as she turned her eyes towards the ceiling and made dramatic sweeping gestures in the air with her spatula. âIâve turned my sweet puppy husband into a koala bear! Now weâre stuck like this forever.â
Joseph couldnât help but laugh at his wifeâs antics and smirked smugly as he rested his chin atop her head again. âThatâs right, Sunspot. Iâm afraid youâre stuck with me forever and ever and ever. Nothingâs ever going to pull us apart.â
âNot even⊠pancakes with chocolate chips?â Mary asked, adding an overly dramatic emphasis to her words.
Joseph let out a sufficiently horrified gasp. When Mary tried to squirm away, reaching for the refrigerator, he snatched her by the wrist and pulled her back towards him. âOh no you donât, Sunspot!â
The hold on her was firm, but Mary knew it was still breakable. She could wriggle free if she really wanted. No matter how tightly Joseph held her, he always allowed her to slip away whenever she needed to. No matter how many times he restrained her with his large hands, his bulky body, or even some silk ties, she never felt scared or trapped. He always had a way of making her feel safe, secure, and loved. She knew that if she really wanted him to let her go or step back to give her space, he would, even if he might pout a little doing so.
But she didnât. In the end, Mary could never resist Joseph when he was clingy and needy like this. She could put up a token resistance, try to escape, but she could never resist the excitement of having him chase after her. The way he pawed at her body as she squirmed against him made her feel like they were in their twenties again, young, in love, and horny as hell for one another.
Mary continued to squirm against her husband, twisting her body around in his grasp as she made for the fridge, before gasping as Joseph kissed the sensitive inside of her wrist. He gazed deeply into her eyes as he took the time to mark a trail down her arm, his tongue occasionally flicking across her soft skin. He took advantage of the way his burning gaze pinned her in place to grind his hips into hers, and she could feel the hardness starting to grow against her.
âFuck, MaryâŠ,â Joseph groaned against her skin, his deep voice sending a shiver down her spine that settled between her legs where he rubbed himself against her, turning into a delicious heat that had her arching into him. âKeep that up, and Iâll be having you for breakfast instead of blueberry pancakes.â
Mary felt a thrill run through her as she saw the hunger in her husbandâs eyes. Even after all these years together and all the unflattering ways time had changed her body, the fact that Joseph could still look at her like that always left her breathless.
Time changed Joseph as well, but she enjoyed snuggling into the softness of his once hard edges. The lines at the corners of his eyes were markers of how many times she made him laugh, the ones around his mouth a testament to his countless bright and beautiful smiles.
They made a life together. It wasnât perfect, and sometimes there were stormy days that cast a shadow over them, but they always managed to find a way to keep each other warm. The fire of love and passion still burned between them, as brilliant and beautiful as it always had been.
Unfortunately, the smell of smoke wound up interrupting the steamy moment. Mary yelped and quickly scrambled to get the burnt pancake onto a plate before it could char further.
âOops,â Joseph yelped as he straightened up to allow Mary greater ease of movement. âI guess I shouldâve stuck with five minutes after all.â He rubbed the back of his neck, giving her a sheepish look. âSorry.â
Mary shot Joseph with a reproachful gaze. âHow about we save dessert until after breakfast, okay?â
âRight,â Joseph chuckled awkwardly. âDonât worry, Iâll take that one. Even burnt pancakes still taste good when theyâre made with love.â He threw in a wink and a cheeky smile. âThatâs why you taste so good after all.â
âJoseph!â Mary squealed as though scandalized. âYouâre incorrigible!â
âSorry, sorry,â Joseph laughed as he held up his hands in mock surrender. His expression softened as he gave her a tender smile and reached out to cup her cheek. âI just canât help it when Iâm with you, Mary.â
Mary leaned into his palm and whatever annoyance she felt melted away like butter on a hot skillet. It was impossible for her to hold onto any negative thoughts or feelings for long when she was with Joseph. With him around, the bad times werenât as hard to handle, and the good times were even more wonderful. She hardly felt the years that seeped into her bones and made them ache. With him, time didnât matter. They werenât lonely children or struggling twenty-somethings lost in a vast world anymore, but she didnât feel old and withered either. All these years allowed them to grow together like two trees twining together, growing strong enough to weather any storm.
âI feel the same way,â Mary murmured. âI love you, Joseph.â
âI love you too, Mary,â Joseph said before he pulled her back into his arms and pressed his lips to hers. When he drew back, he gave her a bright smile. âHow about I help you finish cooking breakfast? Two sets of hands are better than one, you know.â
âOkay,â Mary said before flashing her husband a teasing grin. âBut letâs try to keep those hands cooking instead of fondling, okay?â
Joseph reached over to take the spatula from Mary. His touch lingered on her fingers, sliding along them and her palm longer than necessary before he relieved her of the utensil. He flashed her a cheeky grin that she knew all too well and loved more and more as the years went on.
âNo promises~â
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A brainworm of a story has taken over nearly every waking moment for over a week now. So much so that I've written... a lot. đ
Thank you to those of you that have been cheering me on even as I fussed and fretted! You know who you are.â€ïž
I'm interested to see what people are going to think about this one, so have a snippet of From Beginning to End for #F#ck it Friday.
âIt's dangerous, Kagome,â Sango felt the need to remind her. Again. âI can't ask you to do this,â she fretted over the phone. Kagome shook her head, just barely refraining from rolling her eyes. âYou aren't asking me, I'm telling you. I'm going to go in there to look for him.â Her friend of many years sighed anxiously. It was a habit she'd had since she was young. âWe can just wait for him to come out.â Kagome found herself a block down from a nightclub, the thumping music penetrating the bricks of the surrounding buildings. The payphone cord only allowed her so much leeway to peek around the corner. Sango had tried to tell her she shouldnât try going there, and certainly not alone, but it wasnât like she could let Sango come with her. Not in her condition.
This was not known as a nice part of town. Normally, that wouldn't be an issue for Sango. She'd grown up in an area like this herself before her parents passed away. She and Kohaku had been sent to live with a spinster aunt (her words!) and an ailing grandmother when she was just starting middle school. That was when the two of them had met and been fast friends ever since.
Kohaku, however, struggled more with the transition and losing their parents, acting out and getting himself into all kinds of trouble. Thus the need to go into a venue that was known as a gang hangout, especially on weekends like this. He was trying to prove something and he was just as likely to get himself killed as to achieve his goal.
âIâll call you once I get out again, alright?â
âDonât do anything stupid, Kagome. If anything feels off, you get out of there, immediately.â
âYes, maâam.â She grinned. âNow go put your feet up and make Miroku rub them for you.â
The bouncer at the door was huge. Huge in a way that didn't seem possible. He checked her ID, narrowed his eyes at her, then grunted and waved her in. Kagome took a fortifying breath as she made her way down the short hallway before the building opened into the wide area for dancing. There were lights flashing in the dark, the chemical smell of machine-made smoke in the air.
It was hard to really see anyoneâs face with the constant movement and shifting of the crowd. The lights through the smoke bent and refracted, distorting peopleâs facial features upon first glance. The music was so loud, Kagome struggled to keep her thoughts in order.
Except⊠What is that smell? She turned slightly, a tall man with dark hair brushing past her, the tiniest glimpse of his face looking very serious. She was distracted again as the song stopped, changing somewhat abruptly to something else. DJ must not know what they're doing, she mused. Why did her brain feel so flighty all of a sudden? She blinked, hand going to her forehead. She shook it off, setting her chin and putting herself back on alert to spot any sign of Kohaku.
It was hot with all these people dancing and moving. The scent of sweat and alcohol in the air made her a little dizzy. âI should have eaten a better lunch,â she huffed. There was a bank of booths along the back wall, some with groups of young women laughing and clinking glasses. Another table was filled with a somewhat rough looking group of guys. Even at a distance she could tell a few of them were alphas. But they also looked like the type of people Kohaku would be looking to buddy up to.
Sweating, Kagome pushed through the crowd, frustrated by how weak she felt trying to get people to move out of her way. She felt the eyes of more than one person leering at her as she passed, but all she could focus on was how hot she was and how she didn't want any of these people touching her.
The suddenly uncomfortable moisture between her thighs â which could not be brushed off as sweat â made her gasp and wince. No. No no no. Why now? Why here?!
The world felt like hot syrup. Moving too slowly, coating her skin in sticky heat. Everything felt like it was clinging to her and she didn't want any of it to touch her. Not even the air around her. It all left her oversensitized, twitching at the slightest movement. She had to get away from all of these people. She needed to stay as far away as she could from the alphas she knew to be prowling this club. She whimpered as she finally got through the edge of the crowd, stumbling to a back wall. A metal door stood slightly ajar. The bathroom? It wasnât ideal, but it was better than nothing, and maybe she could calm down enough to leave and call Miroku to come get her. He wouldnât be affected. He would be furious at his wifeâs best friend for getting herself into a dangerous situation, but at least he wouldnât let anyone touch her.
I donât want anyone to touch me. A serious face flashed in her mind for the briefest moment, then she was too lost in the need that hit her to focus on that anymore. She slipped beyond the door into what she realized was a service hallway. Not at all what she hoped, but maybe there was a back door out. Her legs felt increasingly weak and she lost her footing in the dark hall. A stack of boxes against one side offered some protection and she crawled across the cold concrete, huddling herself behind them. Tears trailed down her cheeks. Is this what it is supposed to feel like? part of her brain wondered. She had nothing to compare it to, no previous experience to weigh against it.Â
In twenty three years, particularly in the decade since that horrible letter came, Kagome had let herself keep believing that this would never be her fate. She would never know this rising and overwhelming fear.
Her heat coming out of nowhere in a public place.
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True Crime (a Trolls fanfic)
Summary: Bruce hears something unexpected on the True Crime podcast he listens to
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Beach days were always the best.
It gave his wife Brandy the ample time she needed for a little R n R. It gave their 13 kids the fun they craved, hitting the waves and splashing about in the warm Vacay Island waters. And it gave Bruce the opportunity to kick back, tan, and listen in on the next episode of his True Crime podcast.
His kids were well-behaved for the most part (save for Bruce Jr. and his biting problem, and perhaps Freddy with his desire to stuff his body into whatever little cramped spaces there were). But, with a quick reminder to mind their manners and beware of any rough waves, he knew that they were well off.
As he settled down on the towel, he could hear the faint sounds of his children laughing and splashing, their mother floating on a surfboard nearby and watching over them. Bruce then removed his vest, rubbed tanning oil on his body, donned sunglasses, popped on his earbuds and began to play the podcast. The narrator's mysterious voice began to speak, introducing the story.
âIn tonight's episode of True Crime, discover a true story about betrayal, deception, and greed, and the defeat of two nefarious villains who were finally dethroned from their treacherously influential reignâŠâ
Bruce was already intrigued. Ooo, this is gonna be a GOOD one. He could tell. He tucked his arms behind his head and got comfortable.
âWhen one is a troll, there is no better way to live your life to the fullest than with hugging, dancing, and of course, singing. But for one troll, these harmless activities become the paramount of his nightmare for the next two months.â
Bruce scrunched his nose, skeptical. Singing and dancing that led to, as the narrator described, a ânightmareâ situation? He had to hear the rest of this.
âYou never expect this sort of thing to happen to you, you know?â a new voice said, which Bruce could presume was the victim of the unfortunate scenario. âI sure didn't. They seemed like a nice pair of siblings. I never suspected anything malicious. They saw my performance, enjoyed it, and asked for some tips to boost their own careers. We had some drinks and⊠and the next thing I remember is waking up in a diamond bottle.â
Yikes, Bruce thought, pitying the victim. He sounded like a nice guy, too, with the calm, serene tone his voice had. Trapped in such a cramped space for so long sounded awful.
âAnd you won't believe who those said siblings were,â the narrator continued. He was very right in that, too. Because as soon as the podcast began to play a sample of the hit single âWatch Me Work,â Bruceâs jaw practically dropped on the floor.
No wayâŠ
âYes way. You heard correctly. Criminals in this case are none other than superstar sensations Velvet and Veneer, from the bedazzling city of Mount Rageous. But following them now, is a not-so-bedazzling record. (And we don't mean the musical kind.)â
A new female voice began to list off charges. âTroll-napping, Troll torture, not to mention tax evasion. You won't believe how many yachts, bling, and exotic PETS they illegally bought!â
Even if Bruce could believe it, he was still having a hard time wrapping his mind around the initial news. Velvet and Veneer? The well-known household names that his kids - and himself for that matter - were fans of? Well, not anymore! Hearing such things that they did made him sick. Man⊠itâs gonna be hard separating the art from the artist.
âAnd today, just two months after the duo was turned in by their assistant, Crimp, they find that their names live on forever not in fame, but in INfamy,â the narrator said.
âOh, I feel awful,â the distinct voice of Veneer said next. âI wanted nothing more than to be famous, and⊠Vel made me believe that it didnât matter HOW we did it, as long as we DID it. Even⊠even if it meant KILLING a troll. It was real rough - I mean, sucking up his talent was easy enough, but we were literally sucking the LIFE out of him. His skin was turning pale - and, like, not in a stunning Victorian way, either - and that magenta hair of his was turning whiter and whiter by the minuteâŠâ
Magenta? Bruce wondered. Heâd known a troll once with magenta hair. His own younger brother. Could it beâŠ? No, it couldnât⊠I mean, thereâs PLENTY of Trolls that have magenta hair, donât they?
âI didnât say anything to Velvet though because, truly, I was too afraid to stand up to her. Sheâs my sister! My biggest inspiration⊠I didnât wanna discourage her. But now, I see that what we did was wrong. Very, VERY wrong.â
Good, Bruce thought.
âBut despite the change of heart, this Mount Rageon still has to serve at least another six months in juvenile imprisonment, alongside his sister,â the narrator said. âIt comes as much relief to the now-free victim.â
âJail canât be fun,â the same serene voice from before admitted, âbut Iâm glad theyâre serving their time. Everyone makes mistakes, and just like itâs important to learn from them, itâs also important to pay the repercussions for your actions.â
Well said, Bruce had to admit. He also had to admit something else.
That sounds a LOT like something Floyd would sayâŠ
And if his suspicions were not enoughâŠ
âWhile recovery has been successful for the troll and he has plans to return to singing, he still feels as though something is missing from his lifeâŠâ the narrator continued.
âI was solo-ing around for quite a bit of time before I ran into Velvet and Veneer,â the Troll said. âBut, really⊠I would LOVE if I could perform in the band I was in years ago⊠but, we kind of had a fight, and ever since that fight, we havenât seen each other. If we could reunite - oh - thatâd be a dream come true. Itâs been too long.â
Bruce swallowed. Twenty years is a long timeâŠ
The next part was the real kicker, though.
âUntil that day, 36-year-old Floyd still holds onto the hope that he will see his bandmembers - also known as the brothers who made up the band BroZone - someday,â the narrator said.
âJohn Dory, Clay, Branch, Spruce⊠if ANY of you are listening, I want you to know that I miss you. And I want us to be a family againâŠâ the Troll - FLOYD - said.
Bruceâs thumb went to hit the pause button. He had to stop. This was a lot to process, all at once. He was flabbergasted. Bamboozled. Shocked. He broke down everything he had heard piece by piece, trying to make sense of it.
Velvet and Veneer were baddies.
They had taken Floyd.
His brother Floyd.
Theyâd used his talent.
Theyâd almost killed him.
He wouldâve never had the option of seeing his brother again.
But now, he did.
âDaddy! Daddy!â one of his kids - Windy - was suddenly calling to him. âBruce Jr. threw sand in my eye!â
âI said I was sorry!â Bruce Jr. protested.
âOnly after Mom told you to!â LaBreezy pointed out.
âDid not!â Bruce Jr. countered.
âDid too!â Cove jumped into his sisterâs defense.
âWell, Daddy, arenât you gonna punish him??â Windy demanded to know. The way he saw it, it wouldnât be fair to let him slide!
But the way Bruce saw it⊠well, he wasnât seeing anything. His brain was still overloaded with what heâd learned.
Brandy had followed the kids, curiously noting her husbandâs surprised expression. âHoney?â she questioned. âAre you all right?â
Bruce looked at her resolutely.
âI⊠I have to find my brotherâŠâ
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hi I'm the one who asked for the shipping reaction, yes I meant idol!y/n and I'd like it to be romantic
I'm sorry for the confusion đ
no problem lovey, i just wanted to make sure i got it right for you!! here it is :)
warnings: making out is mentioned. excessively. (for humor.)
seungcheol: this man has been simping for you for the longest time atp. like from the moment he saw you at some award show. he went home and immediately looked up your group and the music videos and watched through them all. he's had a thing for you since then, and then you became friends through a mutual friend (mingyu) and he was absolutely correct in his initial assumption that he'd be obsessed with you for as long as he lives. and when i say obsessed i mean this man DREAMS about you. he wakes up reaching for you even though you've never spent a single night anywhere near his bed. so he's ready for the rumors, baby. he's HOPING someone asks him about you. he's praying dispatch catches you on one of your biweekly coffee dates. he wants the world buzzing with thoughts of the two of you together. he is so damn tired of trying to beam the message into your brain but also doesn't want to wreck a perfectly good friendship if he thinks his feelings are totally coming out of left field. so when the shipping finally starts after you film a dance challenge together he's like "see? we're made for each other" and you're like ???? you liked me??? this whole time??? and he's like "HOW DID YOU NOT KNOW" and you're like "I LIKE YOU TOO OMG" because of course you do, you have eyes. and then you make out.
jeonghan: he literally created no less than sixty fake instagram profiles, with the help of his boys, to start dating rumors between the two of you and convince you that everyone sees you two together/thinks you should date. it becomes a whole thing, tho -- pretty soon the whole internet agrees with him. every time you go live fans ask about him. your company is a chill company with no dating ban but they send you an email being like "do we need to confirm this for your sake??" you have honestly never thought about him specifically like that until this all started happening, but as time goes on you realize jeonghan is everything you ever wanted. he's beautiful and kind to you and your family absolutely loves him. in short, you're whipped for him. and so finally, you ask him to come over, and you confess your growing feelings for him, which he reciprocates fully. he promptly asks you out. you have played right into his hands and he's more proud of himself than he's ever been in his whole life. and then you make out.
joshua: he is the most polite, most genuine man in the universe, so he's NEVER crossing that line of his own accord. and it gets rough. the two of you are literally perishing with desire for one another. you hang out every single day and the looks that pass between you -- desperate, yearning looks -- have the other members cringing and throwing up and BEGGING joshua to make a move. he will not do it because he doesn't want to take advantage of you or make your career/life difficult. finally wonwoo gets fed up with you two. when he gets trapped in a room with the both of you, he tells you both, "the internet is shipping you two." you both blush and look at each other. finally you ask joshua, "what do you think about that?" and joshua's like, "i think that sounds....really nice." wonwoo's like "omg FINALLY" and once he leaves the room, you both confess your longtime feelings for each other and agree to give dating a try. he holds your hand through the whole talk because he knows how nervous you get when confronting your own feelings. you've never smiled harder in your life and joshua's eyes have never been prettier than when he looks at you like he's looking at you. and then you make out.
jun: jun about to mr. darcy this mf. he has this dumb crush on u but he's so anxiety-ridden that he literally does nothing about it but is a blushing mess around you. you find him so incredibly cute all the time that naturally you become his bestie. he slowly falls more in love with you the more you spend time together but still can't find the right words to tell you just how precious you are to him. it's the shippers that push him over the edge, though. he can tell it makes you uncomfortable to be talked about like that, and that worries him EVEN MORE. and so he corners you one day and ruffles his hair all tortured-like and goes "ok so do you just want people to mind their business or do you feel uncomfortable with the idea of dating me?" and you're like "oh it's most definitely the first one because you're a fine piece of manhood" and he's like "oh? well allow me to confess that you have bewitched me, body and soul, and i love...i love...i love you". (yes this is happening at sunrise.) anyway, he tells you that he's liked you from day one, and he'll love you until day infinity. and then you make out.
soonyoung: he approaches you one day and just plops down like he usually does, but this time he takes one of your hands in his. "my fans are geniuses," he says, very seriously, which of course makes you laugh. when you ask why, he brings up his most recent live. you were watching -- you always watch his lives and he always watches yours -- but you had the comments turned off so you could focus on what he was saying. "a lot of the comments were talking about you," he tells you, referring to the recent dispatch photos of you and soonyoung out on the town together. "they said we should date." and suddenly the room is hotter, and you're looking at soonyoung like the world is in his eyes. because for you it is, and it has been. you spend the rest of the evening together, talking about your relationship and your feelings for each other, and slow dancing in the kitchen. and then you make out.
wonwoo: he's pretty much unaffected by shipping/rumors. literally does not care one bit about them. but he's still so in love with you he can hardly see straight. it's only logical that people have started to notice the way he can't keep his eyes off you at events and award shows where you're both in attendance, and are drawing attention to it. to him, this is a perfectly normal progression of events. still, he waits for you to say something because he knows how complicated relationships with other famous people can be and he doesn't want to make you do anything you're not comfortable with. so it's you who approaches him, and it's you who admits that your feelings are less-than-professional and more-than-friendly for him -- exacerbated by the shipping talk, but definitely there before any of that started happening. but then it's him who says, "it's about damn time," and pulls you into his chest for a massive hug. and then you make out.
jihoon: literally why do i feel like jihoon would become the clumsiest most awkward dude if someone hinted that he might like you?? idk i just think my guy would externally be like "hahaha wow that's crazy" when someone pointed out how he'd helped you down off the stage after a music bank performance (and had coincidentally beat minghao to the job even tho minghao was standing a lot closer and was a lot more ready than he was), but internally would be screaming bloody murder BECAUSE SOMEONE NOTICED AND WHAT IF YOU FIND OUT AND THINK HE'S A CREEP AND EVERYTHING GOES WRONG. so he literally cannot be normal around you. gets his hair caught in his headphones during a recording sesh with you and instead of trying to untangle it like a normal human he just rips his hair out. runs into the studio glass. forgets the words to his own song, that he wrote, because he's staring at your lips. finally you just say, "you're being weird. is this because people are shipping us?" and he nods. "i'm sorry...i didn't want you to feel uncomfortable," you say, but he shakes his head. "i like you SO much," he confesses. "and i don't want to screw it up." your jaw drops and you throw your arms around him. and then you make out.
seokmin: he's been joking about being your boyfriend since you met. but little do you know, he wasn't actually joking and really does want to be your boyfriend. but since he's joking all the time, it's a bit difficult to tell that he's serious. until the joke about him being your boyfriend becomes common knowledge among seventeen, who obviously think it's hilarious that you don't know he actually is in love with you. so they tease him all the time about his "girlfriend" during concerts and lives, and eventually fans learn it's you they keep jokingly calling his girlfriend, and it becomes a whole bit for awhile between seventeen and carats. you play along, until you start to sense it bothers seokmin. ever a comedian, you find this odd -- so you ask him. and he's a terrible secret keeper so he tells you that he wasn't joking the ENTIRE TIME, and he'd literally die for you if you asked. this, of course, makes you all kinds of happy, and when you start to giggle he's like "are u laughing at me :(" and you're like "no you dummy I AM ABSOLUTELY DOWN HORRENDOUS FOR YOU" and then you make out.
mingyu: mingyu would just become dumb and giggly around you. kind of like the less uncomfortable jihoon. gets extra clumsy around you and makes a complete fool of himself. breaks everything within a ten-meter radius when he knows he's gonna get to see you that day. the rumors begin because my mans cannot hide his true feelings for even a single second, and he's such a cuddler that he literally gives you a hug on live television. this is the catalyst. this is why fans spam both of your posts on instagram with requests for you two to go on a date. and since you are not an IDIOT, but he is a little bit, you bring it up to him. "so, they think we should date. i think they might be onto something." you give him a significant look, and his eyes get all wide and happy. "really?" he says with excitement. "you'd want to go on a date with me?" and you look him up and down, considering his literally god-like figure and his bright eyes and his perfect smile and go, "yeah, i really would love to go on a date with you." and then you make out.
minghao: is also not the type to give any mental space to any kind of rumor/shipping, but is also extremely whipped for you regardless. when he learns about the shippers he privately is amused because he actually does want to date you, but hasn't told you yet. and you don't bring it up either, worried it will upset him, because as far as you can tell, you're both just friends. although the way he takes care of you is so gentle and thoughtful and kind that you can't resist him. you know it might be your imagination, but you are starting to notice his hugs are a bit tighter, and his eye contact a bit more prolonged. finally it gets to a point where people are constantly asking both of you about each other, so you decide to broach the subject with him. "oh, that," he says when you bring it up. "i'm not worried about it." "i just don't want to be an inconvenience to you," you tell him. he shakes his head. "that could never happen. sometimes it feels like you're the only part of my life that's easy." and coming from hao, you know this is a confession. and then you make out.
seungkwan: bro is COMING APART AT THE SEAMS. he literally embarrasses himself every single time he sees you once the rumors start. because honestly, his feelings started before the rumors, but he refused to acknowledge them until his members started teasing him about you. you'd recently done a variety show together, and even the show hosts commented on how natural and flirty your chemistry had been. and now everything is tense and weird between you two when you hang out, and it's getting ridiculous. "do you care so much about shippers?" you ask him, a bit annoyed. "huh?" he responds, taken aback. "what are you even talking about?" "these people who say we should date? does it bother you that much?" a light of understanding hits seungkwan then, and he takes a deep breath. "okay, no. that doesn't bother me at all," he says. "it makes me nervous." "why?" you ask. "because they're right and i know it," he admits. "i really should ask you out." before you can stop yourself, you reply, "then do it!" he laughs. and asks you out. and then you make out.
vernon: in my brain, vernon has not looked at his phone notifications since 2014. if he had, he'd know about the shippers. but he hasn't, so he doesn't even know...until he gets an email from pledis about it. "did you know people want us to date?" he asks you the next time you hang out. you laugh for almost five minutes straight before answering. "vernon....my company has been having a field day with those rumors. are you trying to say you literally had no idea?" "i really didn't," he promises. "why didn't you say anything to me?" "because i figured it'd work itself out or something, i guess?" "so do you not want to date?" he asks. "huh???" you reply, sure you misheard him. "i mean....i've actually been thinking about it for awhile," he says. "and, well, the people are talking. we could give 'em something to really talk about." your stomach turns over as you look into his eyes. "for real?" you ask him. "the realest," he confirms with a soft smile. and then you make out.
chan: on the opposite end of the spectrum, chan is PAINFULLY aware of the shippers. he has no idea if you've been getting the same questions he has. but he knows you're super busy getting ready for a comeback, so he doesn't bother to say anything. he figures you probably don't have time to be on social media so you won't be able to see the way people are talking about you two. and he reminds himself to keep his facial expressions in check when he sees you onstage. the problem is, it's so hard, because look at you. and when you blow a kiss at him, it turns out to be actually impossible for him not to clutch at his heart, desperately hoping that means what he wants it to mean. backstage, he catches up to you to congratulate you. "i really haven't made this easy, have i?" you tell him. "what?" he asks. "well, i left you to fend for yourself in the middle of all of everyone saying we should date." "you knew about that?" "of course i did. which is why i blew you a kiss." "so people would keep talking?" he asks. "no...to see if you liked me in the same way i like you." you stare at each other before running to embrace. and then you make out.
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The Way The Water Flows
Chapter Three: Bittersweet Music Playing in the Dark
Warnings: blood, some action, power imbalance (?), kind of love at first sight, someone (logan) is feeling guilty, mentions of unethical experimentation
Word Count: 2.5k
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Over the next few days, Maya had slowly but surely settled in. Though, she wasnât completely comfortable, it was much better than that first night. She could barely sleep, plagued by nightmares of the experiments she was put under and reliving the pain of how she got her scars. The plush mattress helped, easing the mental pain as much as it could.
Those first few days, she mostly familiarized herself with the grounds while the kids were in class. She discovered the greenhouse, wide-eyed as she looked around at all the different plants, they came in all different sizes, heights, and colors. Many she had never heard of before. While in there, she thought she might as well water the plants, a soft look on her faceâa feeling she hadnât felt in some time rising in her chest.
A sense of peace.
But she wasnât sure how long that would last. And that scared her.
The day after, Charles wanted Maya to train with Scott. Simply to see the combat skills she already had. Maya couldnât argue with that. They wanted to know what she could do.
Arguably, she was put at a disadvantage when they locked her in the room with Scott. A room with zero water to be found, no objects to use her telekinesis on, and Charles has asked her not to use her telepathy so as to not predict Scottâs movements.
It had surprised Charles that she came out on top. Although Maya was taller and had more brute strength than Scott, she was able to use her agility to her advantage. She learned fairly quickly that, unless he wanted to destroy the whole school, he had to turn a knob on his visor in order to use his powers. He wasnât the best in hand-to-hand combat and he certainly couldnât hit a target who moved fast enough.
Once out of the danger room, Maya rolled her shoulder, doing a windmill motion with her arm to ease some of the tension starting to build there. She glanced at Scott who was sporting a growing bruise on his jaw, a hand on his face to press against it.
âIâll give you this time,â He grumbled as he shook his head. âNext time I wonât go so easy.â He didnât know why but he believed Maya was as inexperienced as the kids under their care. Most times theyâve used their powers were for fun, accidentally, or to defend themselves.
To be fair, they didnât teach all the kids how to fight. Only the ones who were old enough, fifteen and older.
Charles wheeled up to them, âIâm not sure thereâs going to be a next time.â Maya cocked an eyebrow. âItâs clear youâre more experienced than I thought. It might be beneficial if you spar with Logan instead.â She could hear Scott scoff next to her.
Logan was the only teacher Maya had not met yet. She already knew Charles, Colossus, and Storm and had met Jean after she decided to introduce herself to the younger mutant. Hank, she had met after being asked to go to a few classes of his on history, asked specifically to pay attention to the news of the last decade. Apparently, same-sex marriage was now legal everywhere, which she thought was nice. And Scott, well, she had just met prior to training with him.
Maya had heard about Logan, though, from other students. How rough around the edges he could be but also that he cared deeply even if he didnât want to admit or show it. Oh, and also the rivalry he had with Scott. Maya wasnât sure if it was serious or not but Rogue and Yukio seemed to think so.
The next day, Maya did as she usually did in the morningâwake up earlier than everyone else and find something to eat before classes started so she wasn't left with nothing. Children could be ruthless with food. She learned that the hard way.
She was in the middle of taking a bite of cereal from her bowl when she heard another presence enter the room. She looked up at him from the cereal floating on top of the milk in her bowl, cocking her head. There was a hint of recognition in his eyes.
âSorry, didn't realize anyone was in hereâŠâ His voice was deep, rough in all the right ways and it matched his appearance well. He was tall with thick shoulders and arms, showing them off since his torso was clad in a white tank top while his bottom half was in some jeans, a belt keeping them on his hips. He had dark eyes with a similar shade of hair. He was⊠attractive.
Maya had never seen him before. But she was still new. Charles did mention someone who wasn't a permanent stay at the mansion but who would occasionally leave for a few months and come back. Perhaps this was that man.
âDon't really care,â She shrugged and tried to muster up a polite smile. âJust wanted to get something to eat before the children leave me with crumbs.â Maya's gaze moved down to her spoon.
She could feel him staring. âWhat's your name, kid?â He had asked while she pushed her spoon around her bowl.
âMaya.â She offered, taking her last bite from her cereal.
âThat short for something?â He pressed, going to the fridge to look for something to drink.
Maya let out a scoff and shook her head even though he couldn't see. âNope. Just Maya.â
The man hummed in response, deciding to grab a soda out of all the options available. He twisted off the cap and threw it in the trash before taking a long sip. Maya stared at the way his Adam's apple bobbed and a particular vein in his neck became more prominent.
âWhy're you here? You're a little too old to be at school.â Maya's eyes flickered to meet his.
Good thing to know he could tell that she wasn't an actual child. She did have a few scars on her face; her eyes appeared to be perpetually tired like she had seen things no one ever should. The man had the same look about him too.
Maya looked down at the counter, softly scratching a finger against the side of her bowl. âHaven't had a home in a while,â She didnât want to explain everything to a man she didn't know, she didn't even like that Charles knew. âAnd it doesn't hurt that Storm and Colossus went looking for me specifically.â
His eyebrows raised, eyes widening with interest before realization seemed to dawn over him. He fell quiet.
Which Maya deemed as the perfect time to wash her dishes and leave. She wanted to water the plants in the greenhouse again before she had to go down to the lower levels to train.
As she did, she wondered what Logan's mutation was. It had to be, arguably, better than Scott's if Charles believed he'd be a better opponent for Maya. Something that he could use while more mobile. Or maybe he was just more experienced? She'd heard Rogue mention that he was old, in turn, making her assume the man was a little younger than the Professor.
She shook her head as she entered the locker room, grabbing one of the training suits to put on. He couldn't be that old or he wouldn't be able to keep up with her.
Charles guided her to the training room. Maya's eyes widened softly when the doors opened to reveal the man from this morning, although he was now dressed in an official X-Men uniform. This was Logan? He didn't look a day over fortyâmaybe thirty-five.
She stepped inside, noticing that she piqued his interest as well. She heard the doors seal shut behind her as she looked him over.
âNice to officially meet you, bub.â Logan hummed, hands on his hips with one jutted out to the side. âScott told me you're a tricky one,â He grinned, showing a glimpse of sharp teeth, âBut he can't really talk, anyone with enough brain could take him down if they put their mind to it.â
Maya simply stared at him, narrowing her eyes as she crossed her arms over her chest. She was sizing him up. He was larger than her in every wayâtaller, thicker, more muscle. She needed to use that to her advantage.
Logan cocked an eyebrow. âAlright, all work, no play?â He got into a fighting stance, three metal claws unsheathing from his knuckles on both hands. âI can work with that.â
The younger girl hummed as she glanced down at the claws. That was certainly interesting. She widened her stance as she circled him, hands clenched into fists as she studied him for any weaknessesâa bad hip or knee.
His eyes followed her as she walked around him. âI showed you mine, you show yours now. As a courtesy.â Logan winked.
âThere has to be water around for me to use my mutation. And there is none here.â Maya responded, her lips twitching into a barely noticeable smile.
But Logan noticed. He let out a soft chuckle but his face quickly became serious.
It was obvious she was waiting for him to make the first move, so he did. He ran toward her, slashing his claws at the less vital parts of her, intentionally giving her some time to move out of the way.
He didn't expect her to dive between his legs to dodge the attack, making him lose his footing from surprise. He dug his claws into the floor to catch himself as he whipped his head to look at Maya who was crouched on the floor, a hand behind her from the momentum.
Logan stood up, removing his claw from the floor but before he could even blink, Maya had jumped up onto his shoulders with her thighs wrapped around his neck, squeezing to suffocate him as they both fell onto the floor from her body weight. He struggled to breathe, both from her legs but the air was knocked out of his lungs because of the fall.
He writhed in her grip, this felt a little too real. He clawed at her arm when trying to get her off him. Nearly immediately, Maya rolled off him as she hissed in pain.
Logan's ears picked up the sound as he tried to regulate his breathing, claws retracting. He looked over at her and realized she was bleeding. Fuck, he didn't mean to do that. He pulled her up so she was sitting, brows furrowing with concern.
âHuh. I haven't gotten hurt in a while.â Maya hummed as if it was a scientific discovery. She seemed fine if that was anything to go by but that didn't ease the worry settling in his gut.
âWe're going to go to Dr. Grey.â Logan told her, hoisting her up to her feet with ease, an arm around her waist which he kept there as they walked to the medical bay.
Jean was going through some medical files when she saw Logan and Maya enter, her eyebrows raising as she looked at Logan. There was a clear question hanging in the air.
âTraining accident.â Logan answered, letting Maya go when she sat on the gurney in the middle of the room.
Jean pursed her lips as she replaced where Logan stood as he moved off to the side to watch, making sure everything went smoothly. She helped Maya slip off the top of her suit and Logan felt his chest clench at her wince of pain when the fabric rubbed against her wound. Jean then began treating her.
And Logan, well, he had to keep his mind occupied because seeing Maya in a simple black tank top was making his brain whir in a way he didn't want it to
âHow did this happen?â She had asked, wrapping the wounds on her forearms in gauze after cleaning and disinfecting them. They would scar but she was more worried about something else. âScott said he landed a hit on you but you came out of the danger room unscathed.â
Maya's jaw clenched, her shoulders tensing slightly, causing the muscle there to become more defined. âI have a healing factor,â Logan tilted his head at that. He knew she had scars, quite a couple were displayed on her back and arms. âBut, um, the people who⊠kept me,â his eyes narrowed, his own jaw clenching as well. âThey found some way around it. A weakness. Some sort of metal.â
âAdamantium,â Jean whispered, glancing up at Logan. What else could it be? Guilt settled in his gut as he looked down at his boots. âThe same metal of Logan's claws.â
Not only did he hurt Maya but with something that she was specifically weak to. Something that was surely tied to a lot of bad memories she wanted to forget. And he was filled with it. He screwed his eyes shut, clenching his jaw as he ran a hand through his hair.
Maya turned her head to look at him, eyebrows furrowed slightly at the ashamed look on his face. âIt was an accident. I donât blame you.â She said firmly. âAnd yet you still feel responsible.â Logan's eyes opened to meet hers as she stood from the gurney. It was like she was staring into his soul and he wasn't sure if he liked it. âY'know, guilt is something that helps people atone for what they've done. This is shame, which isn't helpful for anyone. Least of all yourself.â
Logan's heart pounded in his chest. And he wanted to respond but Maya walked away before he could. Her words hit harder than she expected them to.
Jean pursed her lips, tilting her head as she looked at Logan. âShe's right, y'know. You have a habit of blaming yourself. You can't be a perfect man, Logan.â She stepped closer to him, eyebrows furrowed as she expressed her concern.
âYeah, well I can't be a good man either.â Logan murmured, his expression was hardened but his eyes were a different storyâthey held such sadness that Jean didn't even know the depths of.
She smiled sadly and shook her head. âThe definition of âgoodâ changes from person to person, decade to decade, place to place. I think you're a good man. I know you try your hardest to do the right thing, but people make mistakes. Even the most perfect of all.â
Logan shifted slightly, adjusting his weight to rest more on his right leg. Sometimes he hated to admit when Jean was right. But she was. One of the reasons he loved her.
But his brain kept thinking back to Maya. The scent of her distress mixed with her blood, his heart still ached at the memory. He wasn't the kind of man who apologized often, if at all, but he felt like he had to make this up to her somehow. But he knew almost nothing about her.
Guess it's time to find out.
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The Eros of May
WMFTD!Y/N x Hypnos
(Day 19)
Wordcount: 260
Summary: Told in snapshots. There is a beautiful man with sleepy golden eyes, warm skin kissed by the sun and the lingering days of spring.
Warnings: no beta
notes: a writing challenge for myself, I took two different challenges and mashed them together. Credit to this post and this post and their creator for making these challenges.
One more thing, these are out-of-order, not a straight timeline. Sorry for any confusion.
To find the rest, use âThe eros of mayâ tag please.
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The musical notes were so faint you were sure you dreamt it. Then it grew louder.
Hypnos grumbled against your neck, his curls brushing against your chin as he tried to bury himself deeper into your side.Â
His knee pushed dangerously into your stomach as he tossed a leg over you, one arm clinging on your shoulder as he yanked the blanket up higher.
You blinked, half wake as you tried to pinpoint where the music was coming from.
You turned your head around on the pillow, frowning at the window. Hypnos's cute little apartment was high up, away from the noisy streets. Not close to the city center or anything like that.
âHypnos, where is that coming from?â You rasped, voice sleep rough.
âMy neighbor. Some blonde guy with a lyre.â Hypnos moaned. âI thought we had an agreement not to play before nine.âÂ
Your eyes darted to the clock. It was six on the dot. You scowled. âA lyre?â
Did they even make those anymore?Â
âYup. A really nice one too. I bet it would make good firewood.â Hypnos smiled evilly, his eyes closed. You chuckled at that, kissing his smiling lips.Â
There was some more noise, slamming doors followed by yelling, loud slapping, a wailing of âArtemis, no!â
Then blissful quiet.Â
âOh thanks gods.â Hypnos sighed and you slumped along with him, idly brushing a hand over his curls. He immediately went right back to sleep.
You huffed, a little jealous but not really minding that much as you laid there, holding him close as the sun rose over the horizon.
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Too Far From Texas | Chapter Four
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âSo what did you two talk about?â Lorelei asked with a wink as she took a sip of her massive margarita.
I gave her a look as I dove into my nachos. I chewed my bite slowly and deliberately before placing the remaining chip back on the plate, wiping my mouth with the cloth napkin and reaching for my water glass, taking a long sip through the straw while I surveyed the area.
âStacey!â Lorelei whined.
âWhaat?â I mimicked.
âTell me. At least a little bit. Please?â
âWe um...we talked about music. And the book. I told him about the book tour.â I picked up my nacho again, dabbing guacamole on top.
âAnd?â
âAnd...he made me laugh. Heâs really funny.â
âFunnyâs good,â Lorelei nodded. âFunnyâs really good.â
âYeah, but it doesnât mean anything,â I scowled. âTod used to make me laugh.â
Lorelei glared at me incredulously. âWhy the hell would you wanna bring up Tod? What on earth would he have to compare with Harry Styles?â
âShh,â I sounded, pressing my finger to my lips.
Lowering her voice, she leaned over. âYouâve done this before, Stacey. You expect the worst. You need to allow yourself to be happy.â
I shrugged. âItâs just easier that way. I donât build myself up to be let down.â
âHe likes you.â
I blinked, looking down at my plate.
âHe wouldnât be calling you and sending you flowers and a catered lunch if he didnât.â
I licked my lips and swallowed. âI like him too,â I muttered.
âMmm hmm,â Lorelei sat back in her seat. I lifted my head to look at her.
âI like him a lot,â I confessed.
âI know you do,â she commented. âItâs written all over your face.â
I felt myself blush as I chuckled nervously, grabbing my napkin. âI feel so silly.â
âWhy?â
âBecause...heâs...him...and Iâm...me. Iâm not a kid.â
âSo what?â Lorelei rolled her eyes.
âIâm nearly twice his age,â I added.
âSo what?â she repeated. âHeâs an adult. If he had a problem with it, he wouldnât be contacting you.â
I nodded. I knew she was right. The truth was I had a hard time accepting the fact that someone like Harry would be interested in someone like me. Even after the lovely evening weâd shared, topped off with that amazing kiss, and the fun phone conversation last night, I still couldnât believe this - whatever this was - could go anywhere. And that Harry was just being nice.
âDo you have a problem with it?â Lorelei inquired?
I pondered her question for a moment, my bottom lip jutting out. âNo,â I finally shook my head. âI guess not.â
âDid he mention if he wants to see you again?â
I sighed. âYes.â
âOkay. And do you wanna see him?â
I grabbed my water glass again, taking a long slow sip. I felt myself grin as I set it back down.
âYes,â I nodded. âSo much.â
Lorelei threw up her hands with a smirk. âWell, there ya go. Done deal. Now letâs celebrate.â
I laughed when she waved the waiter over and ordered another margarita for me.
I hadnât expected to hear from Harry again so soon, and I knew heâd be traveling and most likely exhausted, so when I got home from dinner with Lorelei, I decided to just send him a quick text before heading to bed.
FYI - wine is much better than tequila. Hope St. Louis is treating you well.
I ended up sleeping til after ten Sunday morning, waking with a slight headache. I was also greeted with a few words from Harry.
Rough night?
Saw this and thought of you.
Below was a photo of the Buckingham Nicks album on vinyl, the album Lindsey Buckingham and Stevie Nicks recorded before joining Fleetwood Mac. It had yet to be released on CD and was considered a collectorâs item. My own copy was given to me by my brother in my teenage years and was still one of my most prized possessions.
I smiled as I inspected the photo, clearly taken at some sort of used record store or thrift shop. I imagined Harry browsing the racks, coming up with rare gems to add to his own collection.
Quickly typing a response, I hit send.
I sincerely hope you bought that if you didnât have it already.
Prepared to climb out of bed, I set my phone down only to hear it chime almost immediately.
I do have it. And I assumed you do too.
Of course. One of my favorites. It makes me happy that it made you think of me.
I think of you often, actually.
I felt my breath hitch in my throat. My hands shook as I typed out my response.
Same here.
Good to know.
I blushed and allowed myself to giggle before picking up my pillow to muffle the sound. I most definitely felt young, but I refused to think it was silly. He thought of me often. He liked me. I was going with it.
How are you Stacey?
Iâm great now. How are you?
Iâm fine. In the car, headed to the hotel. What was with that text last night?
Embarrassed, I replied hastily.
Too many margaritas. I was loopy, forgive me.
Ha. Hungover?
Just a smidgen ;)
:) Youâre cute. Can I call you later?
Yes
Iâm busy the rest of the day so it might be late.
Thatâs fine
Bye love x
Bye xx
I must have scrolled through our conversation ten times that day. No real reason, other than to just look at it. It put a smile on my face. Even Emery noticed after dinner when we were sitting on the couch watching TV.
âMommy, what are you smiling at?â she asked, leaning over my shoulder to look at my phone.
âNothing,â I said, pressing the phone to my chest.
âLet me see,â she insisted, trying to reach for it.
âItâs none of your business, silly girl.â
âFine,â she rolled her eyes and turned her attention back to the television which was airing Itâs The Great Pumpkin, Charlie Brown.
âMommy,â she said again. âWill you take me to get a costume this week?â
âDidnât I just buy you a new one last year?â
âIt doesnât fit me anymore.â
I gave her a look. Well, she had had a growth spurt or two in the last year.
âAlright,â I said. âWhat do you wanna be?â
âLapis Lazuli,â she beamed.
âDo what?â I raised my brows in question.
âFrom Steven Universe. Or maybe Rose Quartz.â
âO-kay,â I replied slowly.
âOr maybe a Pokemon character,â Emery added.
âI donât know if weâll be able to find something at the store, Em,â I shook my head. âYou know Iâm leaving on Tuesday for San Antonio with Lorelei. I wonât be back till Thursday night. We can look tomorrow, but I canât promise anything.â
âMaybe Daddy can take me to get something.â
I pursed my lips. âMaybe.â
I didnât have the heart to tell her no. But I knew Todâs schedule and he wasnât about to cancel his lessons to take our child shopping. Iâd just have to take her when I got back.
After I put the kids to bed and cleaned up in the kitchen, I changed into my pajamas and brushed my teeth. I was just about to crawl into bed when my phone rang. I jumped, thinking it might be Harry, but was disappointed when I saw it was my mother.
âHello,â I answered, trying my best to sound cheery.
âI forgot to tell you The Great Pumpkin was coming on tonight,â she said.
âI know,â I chuckled. âWe watched it.â
âOkay good. I know the girls always enjoy that. You do too.â
âOf course, itâs my childhood.â
âHow is Jasmine doing?â my mom asked.
I was surprised. Not that she didnât care about my childrenâs well-being, but usually the conversation was veered toward her.
âSheâs fine. I think Tod is taking her to the doctor this week to see if she needs to her increase her dosage on her meds.â
âWhy is Tod taking her?â
âBecause Iâll be out of town, remember?â
âYou didnât tell me that.â
âYes I did, mom,â I groaned. âIâm going to San Antonio for another book signing.â
âOh. Well you said you were thinking about it, but you didnât say you were for sure going.â
âOkay, then Iâm for sure going. On Tuesday. Iâll be back Thursday.â
âAre you driving?â my mother asked.
âYes. But Lorelei will be with me.â I felt like a teenager getting permission to take her parentsâ car for a quick weekend trip with her friends.
âOkay. Be careful.â
âI will.â
When I finally got off the phone with her, I was emotionally drained. As usual. With a sigh, I placed my phone on my nightstand and crawled under the covers. Then I turned out the light and laid staring up at the darkness.
Please call.
I didnât know why I was so anxious. If he didnât call that night, it was no big deal. He was busy. Plus heâd said it would be late. I looked at the clock. It was barely ten.
I rolled over onto my side, tucking my hand underneath my pillow, lying in a fetal position. I listened to the sounds of my own breathing as the minutes ticked by until I must have finally drifted off to sleep.
The house was quiet as I walked up the stairs toward my bedroom. I knew Tod would be in the studio. I hadnât bothered to stop in there because I knew what his attitude would be. It was the same every time I went shopping. I laid the bags on the bed before turning for the bathroom.
âWhat did you buy?â I suddenly heard behind me.
I jumped. âOh! You scared me!â
âI told you we didnât have any money, Stacey,â he scolded, ignoring my fear.
âI didnât buy much,â I shook my head. âJust some clothes for the girls. Emery needed new jeans and there was a good sale at-â
âStacey, goddammit!â Todâs face flushed to a fire engine red as his voice boomed through the house. âYou donât listen!â
âI do listen,â I argued. âI know you said money is tight. But the girls needed clothes and I swear I didnât spend that much this time-â
âIâm trying so hard, Stacey,â Tod interrupted again, this time with a whine in his tone. âAnd you just throw our money away.â
âNo, I donât!â I yelled at him. âI buy things we need. And itâs usually for the girls. I havenât bought myself anything in months.â
âWhatever, Stacey,â Tod shook his head, turning for the stairs. âThis is never gonna change.â
I stood wringing my hands, the tears about to escape from my eyes. âFine. Iâll take everything back. Emery will just have to wear her same jeans that are too tight for the rest of the year.â
âDonât DO THIS TO ME, STACEY!â Tod whirled around, his voice getting louder with each word until he was gritting his teeth. âDONâT MAKE ME FEEL GUILTY!â
âWell, what do you expect me to do, Tod?â I cried. âThis is one of the few things I enjoy!â
âITâS NOT MY FAULT!â
âNo,â I dropped my shoulders. âNothing ever is.â
Tod continued to glare at me, the veins in his neck nearly popping. Just then, I heard another voice, though it was so quiet, I almost thought it was in my head.
âHoney?â
Tod and I both looked down the staircase to see a petite brunette woman. I couldnât quite make out her features but I knew who she was. I stood frozen as I watched Tod descend the stairs toward her, then kiss her right in front of me. Then he took her hand and walked around the corner to the kitchen.
âTod!â I screamed, finally finding my voice and chasing after them. âTod! Where are you going?â
Tod looked over his shoulder at me, a smirk on his face. His said nothing as he wrapped his arms around his ex-wife, gave her one more kiss, and walked out the back door.
My ringtone sounded ten times louder in the middle of the night. Or whatever time it was. I just about jolted out of bed as I reached for my phone, Harryâs name displayed on the bright screen. My back and chest were both drenched in sweat, and I tried my best to even out my breaths as I rubbed my eyes.
âHello?â
âOh, bloody hell, I woke you. âm so sorry.â
âNo, no itâs okay,â I said groggily.
âAre you sure? You should sleep.â
âYes, Iâm sure,â I argued, sounding almost desperate, I knew. âPlease donât hang up.â
âAlright, I wonât. Are you okay?â
âYes,â I sighed, lying back on the pillow. âJust...was having...a bad dream.â
âOh love, Iâm so sorry. Wanna talk about it?â
âNo,â I swallowed, barely able to get the words out. âGod, no. Donât wanna relive that, please.â
âJesus, Stacey, you sure youâre alright?â
âI am now,â I breathed. âJust glad to hear your voice.â
âOkay,â Harry said softly. ââs good to hear yours too. How was your day?â
âBoring. How was yours?â
âSame.â
I chuckled. âThat canât possibly be.â
âNot everything I do is exciting, Stacey,â Harry claimed.
âI beg to differ,â I retorted.
âHow are the girls?â he asked, changing the subject.
âTheyâre fine. I-â and just then, as though she knew I was talking about her, I heard a sound coming from the hall.
âShit,â I muttered. âHarry, can I call you back?â
âSomething wrong?â
âYeah. Jasmine,â I replied hastily, rising from the bed. âIâll call you back.â
I didnât wait for his response as I dropped the phone on the mattress and threw open the bedroom door. I didnât have to to make it to Jasmineâs room. She was sitting in her doorway on the floor, her gaze straight ahead as her body shook with jerky spasms.
âJaz, honey,â I whispered, crouching down next to her. âItâs okay.â
I took her hand, and I felt her squeeze it. âBad spasms!â she cried.
âI know,â I said softly. âTake a deep breath.â
Jasmine did as she was told, breathing in and out slowly. The spasms started to come less frequently, and within a few minutes, I felt like she would be okay. However, it was hard to lift her up myself, as she was at least as big as I was, so I waited a little longer until she was able to stand on her own.
âDo you have to go to the bathroom?â I asked her.
âNo.â
âYou sure?â
âI did!â she emphasized.
âOkay.â I knew her reply meant that she must have made it to the bathroom, but not back to the bed. Once I had her tucked in again, she turned away from me, pressing the corner of her duvet to her mouth. I gave her a quick kiss next to her ear before leaving the room and returning to mine.
I sat on the corner of the bed with my phone in my hand for at least five minutes, darkness surrounding me like a literal metaphor for my life. Finally pressing the home button and bringing up his name, I felt myself begin to relax.
âHi,â I muttered when he answered.
âIs Jasmine okay?â Harry asked, concern dripping from his words.
I wasnât able to respond. The tears sprang from my eyes in buckets and my heart twisted in my chest. My shoulders trembled as I sobbed.
âStacey? Baby, talk to me. Did she have another seizure?â
âNo,â I cried. âNo, sheâs...sheâs okay.â
âWhat happened?â
I took a deep breath and wiped my eyes. âShe was sitting on the floor in her doorway. She must have gone to the bathroom and collapsed on the way back. She was having big spasms, but...I was able to calm her down and put her back to bed.â
I heard Harry sigh loudly. âIâm so sorry.â
I swallowed hard. âItâs okay. I would say Iâm used to it, but...Iâm not.â
âNobody could get used to it, love,â Harry remarked softly. âBut youâre doing great. Youâre a great mother, Stacey.â
âYouâve said that before,â I muttered.
âI meant it.â
I blinked away the rest of my tears and laid back on my pillow. âThank you, Harry.â
âYouâre amazing, you know that, right?â
I let out a nervous chuckle. âNo. Iâm far from it.â
âDonât talk like that,â Harry argued. âLook at everything youâve done. Youâve written a wonderful book, youâre making a good life for your kids who love you and look up to you. Youâre so strong. You have people who care about you. And even though we havenât known each other long, darling, that includes me.â
I bit my lip. âYou do?â
Harry let out a deep sigh again and I imagined him running a hand through his mop of curls. âI wish I could be there...to show you.â
My breath hitched in my throat at his words. He paused and I thought perhaps he was going to continue, but he didnât. Instead, he returned the focus to my daughter.
âHas Jasmine had a seizure recently?â
âUmâŠâ I cleared my throat. âHer dad told me that she had a spasm this weekend, but not a full seizure. I suppose it was like tonight. So thatâs good, I guess. But heâs taking her to the doctor this week while Iâm gone to San Antonio.â
âDoes she go regularly?â Harry inquired.
âEvery couple of weeks or so for now. But she might need to increase her dosage on her medication.â
âOh I see. When are you leaving for San Antonio?â
âTuesday morning. After the girls leave for school, Iâm picking up Lorelei.â
âAre you excited? Iâm excited for you.â I could hear the smile in his voice, and it made me giggle.
âThank you. I am excited. But mostly because I get to take a road trip. I havenât been anywhere in years.â
âAre you going anywhere after that?â
âWeâre supposed to go to Dallas the weekend after, but Iâll know for sure by Friday,â I said. âIâm hoping I wonât be gone for Halloween. Emery loves Halloween, and I wanna be here for that. Itâs...kind of our thing.â
âDoes she have a costume?â Harry asked.
âNot yet,â I sighed. âIâm going to take her tomorrow, but I donât think Iâll be able to find what she wants. She wants to be some Steven Universe character. And I doubt her father is going to take her shopping.â
âWhy not?â
âBecauseâŠâ I hesitated. âActually, I take that back. I could see it going both ways. Tod is one of those people who waits until the last minute. Every Christmas heâd wait till the day before to go shopping. And I was usually the only person he had to buy for. I never really got what I wanted. A couple times I just got a book. With that being said...sometimes he tries to outdo me. So, I could expect him not to buy something for the girls, but if he knew I was doing something, heâd have to one-up me.â
âSo you think he might buy one just to spite you?â
âItâs possible. Now, Iâm not saying heâs a bad father. Heâs actually a good dad and my girls love him. But...well, itâs like with Emeryâs bike. It wasnât until after weâd divorced that he decided to take her out and teach her how to ride. Like he was trying to prove something.â
Harry was silent for a moment, though I wasnât sure if he was waiting for me to continue or just had no comment.
âIâm sorry,â I groaned. âI didnât mean to turn our conversation into a rant about my ex.â
âNo worries. I told you that I wanna know all about you. If youâll tell me.â
âHmm,â I sounded.
âIâm a good listener, Stacey,â Harry added.
âI can tell,â I said with smile. âAnd I really appreciate it. I justâŠâ
âYou just what?â he asked, dropping the sound of the T.
âI just donât wanna scare you off.â
âHow do you reckon that would happen?â
I licked my lips, gathering my words in my head. âDonât guys hate it when girls talk about themselves all the time?â
I heard Harry chuckle, that sexy sound heâd made several times during our last conversation. âStaceyâŠâ
âHarry...â I mocked.
âFirst of all, baby, I donât consider you a girl.â
I laughed out loud, though I tried to side-step the fact that heâd just called me baby for the second time. âThen what am I?â
âI meant I donât think of you like that. Youâre a woman. A beautiful, incredible woman that Iâm trying to get to know more about. I chose to put the focus on you because I wanna know all I can. Iâm...interested. In you.â
I let out a breath, and I thought I mightâve mumbled âoh my Godâ, though I wasnât sure. It mightâve just been in my head.
âDoes that shock you?â
âA little? I meanâŠâ I bit my lip. âNot shock really. Just...nobodyâs-â
âI still wanna take you out,â Harry interrupted.
âWhat?â
âI plan on seeing you again, and this time Iâm gonna take you out.â
âOh...okay,â I muttered, goosebumps rising on my skin.
âAnd Iâm gonna kiss you again,â he added. ââCause Lord help me, Stacey, I canât stop thinking about your mouth.â
That time I knew I mumbled âoh my Godâ, and Harry chuckled again. I remained silent for a minute or two while I tried to even out my breaths, my brain telling me crazy things and painting insane pictures.
âStacey?â Harry finally asked.
âYes?â
âWhat are you thinking?â
âUmâŠâ I swallowed. âIâm thinking...that I shouldnât be thinking what Iâm thinking.â
âHmm,â Harry sounded.
âWhy?â I barely whispered, my throat suddenly feeling like it was filled with cotton balls. âWhat are you thinking?â
âIâm thinkingâŠâ he paused slightly, âthat this big hotel bed feels lonely.â
âHarryâŠâ
âI wish I was holding you right now.â
The ability to find any kind of speech was completely gone. I could hear Harry breathing through the phone, but otherwise he remained silent as well. I swallowed hard as I pulled the covers over me, the darkness once again reminding me of how alone I was. Alone and lonely.
âYouâre quiet,â Harry finally commented.
âSorry.â
âToo much?â
I sighed. âNo.â
âAm I frightening you?â he continued.
âNo, itâs...it actually makes me feel good to hear you say that.â
âI just...I reckon with a woman like you, you gotta say what youâre thinking. Be direct. I want you to know, Iâll always be honest with you. Iâm not playing games, Stacey.â
I let out a tiny chuckle as I felt my muscles relax. âGood.â
âI really like you.â
âI really like you too, Harry.â
âItâs late, love, Iâll let you sleep.â
âOkay. Are you still in St. Louis tomorrow?â I inquired.
âI fly to Chicago in the afternoon,â he replied. âNot sure if Iâll be able to call you, but Iâll try.â
âYou donât have to call me every day, you know,â I remarked.
Harry laughed and I felt my stomach flip. âJesus, Stacey.â
âWhat?â
âWill you just let me woo you?â
âWoo me?â I giggled. âIs that what youâre doing?â
âIâm trying.â
âGod, youâre adorable,â I groaned.
âYes! Iâm getting somewhere.â
We laughed together until Harry startled me by shouting, âHey! I just remembered something. You were gonna sing some Stevie Nicks for me.â
âOh shit,â I muttered.
âItâs okay,â Harry chuckled. âI wonât make you do it now.â
âThank God,â I quipped.
âBut you know youâll have to next time. So, start practicing, Barnett.â
âUgh, donât use last names, Styles.â
âOh, but I like the way you say mine,â he teased. âSo cute with that accent.â
âShut up.â
âStiiiiiles.â
âStop,â I demanded, though I was holding my stomach while laughing.
âStaaaaaop,â he mimicked.
Trying my best not to be too loud, I turned my head toward the pillow and covered my mouth.
âIâm warning you, Harry,â I whispered into the phone.
âOoh, that sounded sexy,â he said, his voice lowered as well. âWarn me again, please.â
I shook my head and took a couple breaths, getting my bearings. When I didnât continue with the teasing, I heard Harry sigh.
âAlright then, love-â
âNow here you go again, you say you want your freedom. Well who am I to keep you down.â
I started singing the well-known Fleetwood Mac tune, silence on the other end of the line.
âItâs only right that you should play it the way you feel it. But listen carefully to the soundâŠâ
I didnât sing as loudly as I normally would have, and I only continued through the first chorus before I stopped. But Harryâs reaction was lovely nonetheless.
âBabyâŠâ he cooed when my singing ended. âGod, youâre amazing.â
I grinned. âThank you.â
âNo, thank you. For singing to me.â
âYouâre welcome. Iâll sing more for you later. And maybe youâll sing some for me?â
âYou bet.â
âGoodnight, Harry,â I said softly.
âGoodnight baby.â
Although I was completely giddy after hanging up the phone, it didnât take me long to fall back to sleep. And this time I didnât have any nightmares. Only good dreams.
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first off, congrats on such a huge milestone, kay! itâs so well deserved & i hope you feel appreciated! đ€
as a fellow Swiftie, i absolutely had to turn in a Taylor song with hopes youâll work your magic with it! iâve had quite a rough year so far & would love a little comfort from our favorite metal head. so, therefore..
can i request some soft/comforting thoughts that follow alongside You Are In Love from 1989? itâs a top comfort song for me & itâs Eddieâs vibes for sure! âš
hi j!!!!
i hope you're doing better and i really hope that this little imagine brings you a whole lot of comfort 𧞠i really feel like this is the most underrated song off 1989...i hope when she releases 1989 tv we get a music video for this song because i know taylor would have a concept so sweet for it!!!
thank you so much for your support...it means the world to me!!! happy reading!!! đđ«
Romantic love was hard for you to come by. You just always pegged yourself as the girl who had no game and interest whatsoever to meet someone who would take you for who you really were. Your true self, if that made any sense.
But somewhere along the lines you met a metal head of all people who swept you off your feet and made all those self-deprecating thoughts about love flow away as you fell for him. It was nice for once to not have to worry about impressing someone because with Eddie everything felt so easy.
Like when he came into your life everything just sort of fell into place magically. He was your peace, as youâd like to call him, because every time he was near, he just brought a sense of relief despite his unruly looks that you cherished.
His trailer became a place of peace as well. He had practically moved you in a month after dating, clearing out his dresser to make room for all your belongings and even getting a new bedframe and mattress that was more your style from his old one that laid flat on the floor.
His uncle Wayne welcomed you with open arms, having no problem with you moving in and even refusing any money you had given him to help cover bills and rent. And even when you tried to give the money to give to Wayne he refused and shoved it back into your purse.
âWaking up to burnt toast and freshly brewed coffee on a Sunday is enough for me.â Is what specifically his explanation was.
So yeah, maybe you werenât quite the best cook, but you were everything that finally made the trailer a home to the Munsonâs especially Eddie who longed to have a ânormalâ life. Wayne was just glad that his nephew was happy, that he found someone who didnât give a crap about the place he lived in, but rather the contents of his character.
You and Eddie made each other better in a lot of ways.
You never dealt well with conflict always terrified of upsetting people, but Eddie reassured you that a tiny little disagreement would not lessen his love for you. That it was normal to bicker and argue, but at the end of the day you two would solve the issue, apologize, and respect each otherâs feelings.
Eddie kept his word with everything he promised you. Growing up, he was always let down by his family, everyone except Wayne of course. The feelings of being disappointed and let down haunting him, and he made a promise that heâd never make you feel like that.
There was just so much love seeping out from the both of you. The feeling of knowing that Eddie understood you in a way that no one else did and you understood him like no one else did. It was a magical feeling that was forever a reminder of everything that you two had gone through to get here.
So as you laid next to Eddie watching him sleep with adoration swelling in your heart and eyes, you knew that everything led you here to be with the love of your life. You had to privilege of waking up and falling asleep beside him every day. To watch how his chest fell up and down as he dreamedâŠyou wondered if he dreamt of you as much as you dreamed of him. To feel his skin so close to yours, wishing you could stay like this forever.
Even in the silence of the dark night, you could feel every ounce of love he had for you and how your heart practically beats for him like a lifeline.
You couldnât help but dance your fingertips over the apple of his cheeks, enjoying the warmth of his skin with a sickly sweet smile on your face as you admired him. He slowly begun to stir and open his eyes to see you watching him with a loving gaze, only making him hold you tighter.
âHmm, baby,â Eddie murmured, still half asleep. âWhat time is it?â
âI dunno,â you replied, voice gentle and soothing. âI couldnât sleep, but I didnât want to wake youâŠyou look so peaceful.â You leaned in to press a kiss to his forehead.
Eddie sleepily smiled at the gesture, sinking a hand behind your neck where he pulled your face into his chest, âI love you,â he said, nuzzling his face into your hair.
âOh, really?â You joked, humor lacing your voice as you felt his deep laugh echo in his chest beneath you.
âYeah, really,â He assured, kissing the top of your head while his other hand glided delicately up and down your back, âYouâre my best friend.â
Eddie could feel the smile you were concealing in his chest, but before he could tease you, you were already lifting and presenting it to him in the moonlit room. He smiled down at you, both of with sleepy eyes but vibrant smiles.
âYouâre mine too,â you whispered, leaning in a little closer and he tilted his head lower to meet you halfway, âI love you too.â
The two of you grinned into the kiss, pressing deeper like your lips could just mesh together. It was tender, sweet, and softâjust like the love you two had for each other. Yet those three words werenât merely enough to describe the love you two buildâyou could spend your whole life trying, yet you knew the love was just indescribable.
And so as you two parted and held each other closer with your hands intertwined, beginning to fall asleepâŠyou both knew.
You are in love.
True love.
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Sanji x reader (gn)
Note: I wrote this a super long time ago so there might be some inconsistency. Besides all of that enjoy :)
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Sanji x reader (gender neutral)
Another mundane week had passed, you wake up everyday preparing yourself for work, paying bills, and serving your civil duties. When all of that wasnât on the plate, then living out the rest of your time doing whatever could keep your mind occupied from the undying boredom and dread that came with such a stagnant lifestyle was something to think about; the repetitive routine started draining your motivation and it brought sadness, as well as something new that you hadnât felt,
loneliness. Â
Time skip a couple of weeksÂ
The evening had just come so that meant you were finally off the clock from your shitty job; certifying docuements wasnât even as terrible as you made it out to be but the people take 10 years off your life yet you canât leave or demand better because this routine and lifestyle has become too comfortable for anything to change, nothing could possibly interfere and turn your world around, then again would you even want change?Â
The loud music across the street had been bashing against your ears whilst you strolled along the stone roads, the scene was something you lived through everyday but tonight was particularly tiring as you had to read reports on a bunch of criminals going into islands nearby and causing chaos whenever they went, some of the locals have been spreading rumors that the criminals are pirates who steal from stores and kill government officials⊠whatever any of that meant.Â
As you passed the stores that lined the main square you decided to distress a bit in one of the cafes you frequented, you just got paid 2 days ago so might as well drown your sunken soul in some sugar.Â
Entering the store felt like visiting someone as you were hit with the familiar scent of coffee beans and cleaning supplies, itâs just like your office except itâs slightly better since you get to spend money here, well maybe itâs the same. Ordering the usual made it feel like you were complying with your routine so being a bit adventurous with a drink is something you could change, you ordered a rainbow swirl sugar cookie drink that looked like it came out of a unicorns ass. As you pulled your wallet out to pay the stranger next to you made a sly comment:Â
âThats an interesting choice for a man like you to order, although, a certain reindeer I know would enjoy that drink so maybe itâs good.âÂ
A reindeer? This guy is friends with animals? Than again you have a cat who you speak to like your best friend so whatever. You decide in your lonely state to strike up a conversation:Â
âOh you have a pet as well? Iâve never heard of someone with a reindeer but it sounds like your friend is a lot of funâÂ
The stranger grins at you and starts laughing, you may be dull when it comes to your habits but maybe you still know how to make someone laugh, at least thatâs whatthis stranger made you think. While he was laughing himself to death over the pet comment you take the time to look at his features; he had an attractive face with nice eyebrows, his hair covered one of his eyes but that didnât cover how beautiful his other eye was when he laughed, his stature was relaxed and he dressed fairly well although it seemed like he got roughed up a bit, perhaps heâs a troublemaker or he has some enemies who knows.Â
You start to drift off and dream about what this man did in his free time, who was he to the people around him, is he sweet? Good at anything? Does he have anybody thatâs waiting for him? What if heâs one of those criminals thatâs going around stealing and killing people and now hes at this shop ready to kill everyone before running away with all their mo- well he is kind of attractive so maybe thatâs okaâ wait no what.Â
It takes a few moments for you to compose yourself from your thoughts about this random man, you realise that everything youâve conjured up in your mind is probably not true, you just met him and you donât even know his name; although you didnât know anything about him you still couldnât shake the feeling of attraction away, deep in thought about a random shop goer was something so typical of you, maybe you were lonelier than you thoughtâŠÂ
âHey so what would you recommend here? Iâm new around here and I figured you were a local so anything good you like?â
You snapped out of it and whipped your head towards the man, he was looking at the menu but also looking at you, wow he is so hot. Giving him a short âlet me think about itâ you wanted to impress him so it took some time looking at him and over analysing to consider your options, he seemed like someone who would have an overcomplicated order but would enjoy something as simple as mineral water⊠maybe something fruity:
âMaybe the blueberry lemonade, itâs pretty warm outside so that might help with the heat, itâs also pretty good but what do you think?âÂ
The man gave you a soft smile and seemed to like your suggestion. He ordered it and even offered to pay for your drink which made your heart do a little jump but you refused, you glanced over at your usual spot and asked if he wanted to join you which he agreed to. You both sat down before the man started asking a few questions about you and began introductions.Â
âBy the way my name is Sanji, I realised I never told you that but I figured you seemed pretty niceâÂ
âItâs a pleasure to meet you Sanji, Iâm _____. So are you visiting this island for anything in particular or just vacationing?âÂ
âNothing much, just traveling with a few friends⊠or you could say crew matesâÂ
Crew mates..? What is he some traveling merchant? Or maybe a pirate.. There have been some rumors that pirates were spotted around the area. He looks too civil to be a pirate but you can never trust a book by its cover.Â
âWell Sanji welcome to the island, Iâm sure your friends are having a nice time, this place is kind of known for its vacationing spots. Have you goneââÂ
Before you could finish your question you heard a loud BOOM outside
Both you and Sanji look out one of the windows near your seat and find a crowd had gathered near the entrance of the main square, it looked like they were surrouonding someone/a group of people; they seemed to be yelling at them.Â
Sanji looks over at you and smiles before saying
âI guess thats my que to start leaving, my crewmates seem to be causing some problemsâÂ
He places some money on the table and gives you a wink before swiftly exiting the building, but not before blowing you a kiss while pushing past the door.Â
You felt your heart beat faster as you look down at your drink than over at his finished one, it was definitely an unforgettable experience but you didnât know how to react. As you start to calm down a little you look at the money he left and realised there was a little note tucked between the bills, it read:
âIf we ever meet again you should tell me more about what drinks you like, maybe I could make one for you,
Until next time- Sanji <3âÂ
You suddenly felt your heart jump out of your chest and you swore it flew to another island.Â
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Knowing Your Partner Can Make Writing Together Easier!
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Name? Unknown
Pronouns? I'm male, guess.
Communication Preference? I have a Discord, but I've only ever seen one other person using it in at least 5 years, so IMs here.
Musesâ Names? Joanna is the only one here. I have other blogs, though. Links are on the pinned post somewhere.
Best Experience? I don't know if I can say one best experience. I did get more excited in the early days when things started taking off, and it's nice when people seem interested, though I'm not one to get overly excited and do that weird thing where people type a bunch of random letters in the tags or things like that.
Pet Peeves? I'm more easily annoyed than I should be but try to keep it to myself if it's not something very important. Very much formatting will always bug me. I'm not wasting time trying to read something because you thought it looked "cute" or whatever.
Muse Preferences? Is this meant to be ones I write? That's how I'm taking it. I have a tendency to write characters who are a little morally ambiguous, who had rough childhoods, usually have good fighting skills (Joanna is the rare exception). And for some reason, most character ideas I have are female.
Plotting or Winging It? I usually wing it, because I've had very little success plotting with others, though there have been a few times in recent memory it worked out. I'd like to do more, though a part of me likes the surprises that come from making it up as we go, too. Because of that, even in the rare plotted RP, I like there to be a bit of surprise.
Long or Short Replies? Mid-length. I usually prefer something more than a sentence but not multiple paragraphs, though it depends on the RP. Very action-heavy RPs often need shorter responses. But mostly, I just want the length to tell what's needed less than hitting any specific length. If you can write it out in three sentences, go with that, if it takes 12, write that.
Best Time To Write? I usually write at night, though I wonder sometimes if I'd do better writing in the morning. I have a lot of good ideas when I first wake up.
Are You Like Your Muse? Joanna and I have a few things in common, but overall, I wouldn't say so. She's much more emotional, reactive, wild and willing to bend rules than me. We share an interest in racing, like some of the same music and food (though she likes a wider variety than me), and have similar outlooks on some things about life and family relationships.
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Tagging: All who read this must do it. I have decreed it, it is decreed.
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Also remember that guy that was asking for legal advice on Reddit and he was like his girlfriend got pregnant but she didnât wanna keep it but he begged her to keep it and she was like OK but I donât want anything to do with it and he agreed to it but he thought okay well if I can keep doing this maybe sheâll want it but then she was like no fuck it and she peaced the fuck out of there and she signed over all the rights to him so thereâs like nothing he can do to make her stay but she pays a shit ton more in child-support then she even has to and she got a tummy tuck and started working at a gym and living her best life and heâs all like oh my God I canât believe you wouldnât let me trap you with a baby I didnât realize parenting was going to be that hard and everyone was like well you should have let her get an abortion she told you she didnât wanna be a parent and in this essay I wanna laugh
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Bedroom Eyes
Summary: maybe working on New Yearâs Eve wasnât always a bad thing
Pairings: Chris Evans x interviewer!Black!Reader
Warnings: minors dni, fake dating, smut, daddy kink, rough sex, over stimulation, orgasm denial, unprotected sex
(A/N: this is for my chick flick challenge!!! Yay finally putting something out âșïžâșïž not edited đđŸ like, follow, reblog with a comment and thanks for reading đ âđŸ)
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Six months ago you and your boyfriend decided to âgo on a break.â Whatever that was supposed to mean. Itâs just things hadnât been clicking and you thought maybe some time apart would bring you back together.
So you moved out of your shared apartment and in with your best friend who promised to make you get butt naked ass wild. Whatever that meant. It all sounded like fun and games and it technically was but youâd kissed one fucking guy and David lost is goddamn mind.
And then the truth came out.
For all the yelling and the bitching about you, it wasnât you. David had made the decisions for you without you even knowing. It was over. That was that. His new girl was moving in. Taking up your spot in the bed. She got to be the one to steal from his plate. It was her hand he was holding.
And youâd just gotten the honors of seeing it up close and personal for the very first time.
By now youâd kind of adapted to being single. Started getting used to waking up alone. It was kind of nice because you got to spread out. There were definitely pros and cons to the whole situation.
Didnât have to worry about feeding him anymore. That was nice. Only had to worry about you. Even if you kind of liked cooking for him. But he was so picky it got so annoying.
God you missed the consistent sex. Probably most of all. That rose clit stimulator was fun but you were dying for even a little bit of penetration.
Youâd been together for so long youâd forgotten what it was like to just be. Alone. Just you. Like what did you really like. Did you even like The Walking Dead or was it just because he liked The Walking Dead. What kind of food did you even like. Music? Did you even like music. Or art. There was just so much to rediscover.
And youâd been on your way. Even got a sweet new gig . Hell you were doing great. So why the hell did it still feel like youâd gotten punched in the stomach when you saw them together.
âH-hey,â you stuttered out. You couldnât help it as you picked her apart. From her hair to her clothes. At some point you just got petty in your head and god you didnât want to be one of those girls.
âHey, Y/N,â he greeted you all smiley and shit. Like we get it. God you sounded like such a hater. But who could blame you. You were pretty fucking salty. âWha- whatâre you doing here?â He asked all enthusiastic this smile spreading across his face.
She put her hand on his bicep and all you could think was, âgirl, calm down. Nobody want him.â Like a liar.
âJust hanging out,â you replied. âYou must be Melissa.â
She nodded. âUh huh. Iâve heard so much about you.â
âOh wow wish I could say the same for you,â you said through your forced smile. You didnât mean to sound so bitchy it was just you were fucking hurt. Heâd moved on so quickly. Like had dropped an entire bomb on you that heâd met someone.
Honestly youâd only been here because youâd gotten invited last minute which made it even more fun that youâd run into them. And by fun you mean you wanted to pull out your eyelashes.
At least, Your sweet new gig came with some perks you admit. Had gotten to take home some pretty cool freebies. Like the new iPhone youâd gotten in a gift basket. Or all the meals on company dime. Yeah interviewing celebrities definitely came with itâs perks. Even when it meant working on New Yearâs Eve, which ended up being worth it.
Well okay it would come with more perks but this had been your first big story. The actor you were interviewing was only free today since he was flying out soon and no one else had wanted to work on the holiday but it was kind of paying off for you.
You met up at this cafe which you were supposed to use to pay with the card your manager had given you except that he wouldnât take no for an answer. Heâd been way sweeter than youâd expected and you donât know how the two of you ended up sharing your life stories but you had.
Questions had been abandoned for conversation instead. Didnât even look at your notepad at some point. Besides you were pretty sure all of this would stick in your mind. And thatâs why he invited you to come out tonight. Neither of you wanted to stop talking.
It wasnât like a date or anything. Just the two of you had been having fun. He was easy to talk to. First covering your childhoods because for some reason while you were supposed to be asking questions he kept going âhmmm what about you?â like he wanted to hear all about it.
And he was really, really hot so it made you wanna talk longer.
Since the break had officially turned into a breakup your best friend had been trying to press you about getting yourself out there. Had tried tinder which was like a wasteland if you were being honest. And you ended up being uninterested in all the guys your friends tried to play matchmaker with.
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Dangerous Woman
Summary: youâve been a thorn in Lloydâs side for too long. Turned out you were wearing him down.
Warnings: smut, minors dni, daddy kink, dub/non con towards the end, creampie, rough sex, name calling, if thereâs any tags I missed please tell me lol
(A/N: thereâs no way Iâm alone in my new obsession with Lloyd Hensen so I wrote this fic hoping others would see my vision. Unedited. Like, follow, and reblog with a comment đ âđŸ)
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It was an understatement to say that Lloyd saw you as a thorn in his side.
The way you seemed to pop up wherever he may be. Trying to get your hands on the same shit as him. Who the hell did you even think you were, trying to step to him. Must have been out of your goddamn mind.
Youâd fancied yourself as a âgood guy.â He took it more so to mean you were just boring. Couldnât keep up in a world like his so you had to become a whatever the fuck you were trying to do to feel like you were doing something special.
But what were you really doing aside from annoying the fuck out of him? Not much. Well exceptâŠ
It wasnât often that a man like Lloyd found someone that could keep up with him in the slightest. He liked being one step ahead in any given situation. Was a man with a plan even if those plans didnât account for any casualties. He didnât give a shit if people died as long as he was still living the world was blessed with his presence and that was all anyone needed.
So when you started popping up like a gnat to the finest fruit, he knew he had to squash you somehow. Not like he was against playing dirty to get to where he needed to be. Just because you wanted to be a goody two shoes doesnât mean he cared. If anything it only made him want to get you to cut this shit out sooner.
Such a shame though. In another life he could have marveled at your beauty. Found you cute enough that heâd even be willing to make an honest woman out of you if you didnât annoy him so fucking much. Maybe thatâs what made it worse. Crushing on the enemy? What the fuck was this? Middle school?
But first he needed to find out who the hell you were working for. So far the CIA had been ruled out. You didnât appear to be a cop. Unaffiliated with that other shmuck and his team. That was the strange part.
Yet you managed to keep up somehow. Funny how that worked.
First it started out with you intercepting a âpackageâ he was supposed to pick up. Then you somehow ended up getting your hands on a very expensive painting that he was pretty sure was meant to be hung up in his humble abode of a mansion in Croatia. And he was pretty sure you were responsible for that building blowing up when he had his eyes on a target.
The paranoia had started eating at him. Making him feel like he always had to watch over his back. Grown men hadnât bothered him as much as you had. Each encounter seeming to be a bigger version of the one before and thatâs why he was making it his mission to destroy you.
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âI would have had her if you stupid fucks would stay the fuck out of my way!â He yelled as he stomped up their stairs. Not wanting everyone to know how things had really went down.
This was supposed to be easy as hell. Should have been an in and out if anything. Just take you out and boom he could finally move on from this game of cat and mouse.
He had you! The two of you finally getting into it one on one when he found you alone on top of the building. Was just about to pin you down when the team came up. Making you do a quick disappearing act.
Before anyone could respond because itâs not like he gave any fucks about what excuses they came up with, he stomped up the stairs. One more move away from throwing a full blown tantrum. This shit should not be this fucking hard.
Lloyd huffed as he retreated to his bedroom. For once didnât even want to say anything anymore. Probably because this was total and complete bullshit.
For once he wasnât getting his way and he really didnât fucking like it. It wasnât like they didnât know who the fuck you were. It was like you werenât even trying to hide it. Of course he had the technology to crack your nothing ass passwords. It was the same for everything.
Sure there were things they had nothing on like your family and where you came from, but they knew your name. Your fucking phone number. What you looked like.
Almost like you wanted him to find all that shit. God it- it pissed him the fuck off. How he couldnât stop staring at those photos of you. Like he was waiting for you to pop out from the shadows. Then he could finally show you just how fucking much you annoyed him.
His chest tightened as he inhaled deeply. Feeling a fire in the pit of his stomach. He canât remember the last time something had gotten him this worked up.
How he found even more ready to finally get rid of you was that each time he looked, he found himself going over every feature. From those eyes to that curl in your lips to the cleavage you were definitely not trying to hide.
It wasnât like Lloyd couldnât get any woman he wanted. Of course he could. For all the things they say about him all of them wanted to know what it was like to get a piece of him. Theyâd be willing to put up with it for a millisecond.
Hell he hadnât even been able to hit up his usual roaster of broads as heâd been too pre-occupied by you. Fucking, ugh!
He doesnât know what it was. Call it a crush as disgusting as that sounds, but he found himself fucking obsessed with the idea of getting his hands on you and at this point youâd toyed with him so much he wasnât even sure how he meant it anymore.
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New Memory Drop! its a bit rough and kinda long
cw : bullying, emotional manipulation kinda, physical fights
A couple weeks after Neteyam was returned to Eywa, there was a feast to celebrate our family officially becoming part of the Metkayina peoples; and specifically those in Awa'atlu.
The celebration was amazing, and I had a wonderful time. There was this huge bonfire, we'd gotten an amazing hunt that same morning, and there was food everywhere. I remember hanging out with Roxto and Tsireya, dancing around the fire, and happily eating the food. I also spent a fair amount of time with Ao'nung, but he didn't dance- he mainly stayed near the food with friends, and watched.
Now, there's this group of boys that would always harass me. Told me I belonged in the trees and would drown one day since I wasn't made for the water. Ao'nung would do his best to get them to leave me alone since they listened to him- if only slightly. But his influence only lasted while he was around. I don't want to call them horrible people, because they were still relatively young and might've gotten better with age, but they were just all-around shitty. But, that night, they approached me kindly. They smiled with me, laughed with me, and showed me food combos I'd never considered before. I thought, maybe, now that I was officially part of the Metkayina, they were going to be nice to me. Tolerant, at least.
So when they told me to follow them, that they had something special to show me... I did.
Oh how wrong I was.... they took me away from the celebration, where everyone in the village was gathered. Lead me until the music was faded and beat me up. I could barely tell what was happening to me, but it hurt. It hurt so much. My face was bruised and bleeding and my body ached and screamed. They taunted me, hissed at me, called me horrible things. Told me how dare I consider myself Metkayina, how dare I smile at them as if I was equal to them.
And then they threw me into the water and walked away.
I don't remember going unconscious. I don't even remember waking up. But I remember walking through some forestry nearby. Why, I can't exactly say. I didn't know what I was doing, my body was moving on its own. Maybe I wanted to hide, to find comfort and shelter. But somehow Ao'nung found me. I've never seen him so angry before.
#so uuuh yeah there's that ig#wonderful memory to get thank to the aches of capitalism and a normal shower#but yknow hey#you win some you loose some ig#I am getting more memories of Ao'nung which is nice#and we were definitely friends#wish I could tell past me that lmao#me: wow this guys a jerk#kin gods: [sinister laughter]#kin#na'vikin#avatarthewayofwaterkin#kin memories#avatarmoviekin#na'vi kin#when it takes you nearly dying for your friends mom to show you any affection đ€ /lh
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