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CHAPTER FOUR ━━ Caged Bird

☆ ━ pairing: hopkins!paige x oc (dani callan)

☆ ━ word count: 6.9K

☆ ━ warnings: literally just outright homophobia w a slur (sorry), conversion therapy, religious guilt, dani’s just super fuckin depressed, too damn long to proofread

☆ ━ links: my masterlist, take me to church masterlist

☆ ━ author’s note: here is where you can learn more about conversion therapy. believe it or not, this is still a fucking problem in the US today, as an estimated 20,000 minors are subjected to it yearly i believe. just because instances of it are included in this does NOT by any means mean that i condone it. one of my friends actually went through something similar for a little while and it’s so fucked up. if anything, this is to bring awareness of the fact that shit like this is still happening!!!!!!

MAY 2019

DANIELLE CALLAN has never felt more content in her life. The soft morning lights spill through the blinds, casting golden stripes across her bedspread. She stretches lazily, her body still buzzing happily from last night. Everything has finally fallen into place. She and Paige finally said it—finally admitted their feelings, after all the years of hiding behind jealous stares, half-hearted jokes, and touches that lingered far too long to be deemed friendly.

Paige left earlier this morning, ready to catch her flight that’ll take her away for the rest of the summer. But even the distance can’t dampen the giddiness Dani feels, all over, almost like she’s caught some sort of illness that has her body and mind repeating Paige, Paige, Paige over and over again. She lays in bed, replaying when Paige she kissed her on the porch, when she kissed her goodnight, when she kissed her good morning, when she kissed her goodbye. Her mind glazes over as she remembers the blonde whispering “I love you” into her ear like it was a secret only they were allowed to share. It all felt so right, so natural, like they’ve always meant to be together in that way.

Dani pulls her phone from the nightstand, grinning at the last text Paige sent her, the one she’s been glancing at all morning.

Paige ❤️‍🔥

Boarding now. I love you

Can i call you when I land

Dani ❤️‍🔥

ofc you can

i love you too have a safe flight ❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥!!!!!

Dani holds her phone to her chest, cheeks blooming pink, a smile spreading across her face. It’s real now. All of it. For the first time, she doesn’t have to pretend, doesn’t have to wonder if Paige feels the same way. The uncertainty is gone, replaced by a warmth that makes her feel like she’s floating.

Reluctantly, she swings her legs over the side of the bed, knowing she has to get up. She pads over to the window, trying to pul the curtains open a bit more, eager to let the light flood in. However, it seems as though they’re jammed, and, after a poor fight on her part, Dani sighs, rolling her eyes and letting the curtains stay closed, engulfing the room in darkness.

Nevertheless, she’s still smiling as she heads downstairs, the scent of coffee wafting through her nose, the faint sound of the TV playing in the living room registering. Her dad’s probably watching his usual morning news, she figures. She feels lighter than air as she bounces down the steps, a pure happiness that’s been harder to come by recently.

But as she reaches the bottom of the stairs, something about the atmosphere seems to shift. Dani’s stomach flips anxiously; the air feels heavy all of a sudden—thick. She pauses, her hand resting on the banister as she peers into the living room. Her dad is sitting in his usual spot on the couch, but something seems different—off. He’s hunched over, elbows on his knees, his phone in his hand. The TV’s on, but the volume is low, almost as if it’s been forgotten.

Not to mention that her dad’s expression isn’t what Dani’s used to seeing. There’s no relaxed, Saturday-morning ease in the way he sits. Instead, his face is set in a rigid, tense mask, his jaw clenched so tightly Dani can see the muscles in his neck straining. His eyes are fixed on his phone, unmoving, and there’s a darkness in them that makes her want to go right back up to her room.

“Dad?” Dani’s voice is cautious, her lighthearted mood evaporating as she takes a few tentative steps forward. “You okay?”

He doesn’t answer. He doesn’t even look at her. It’s odd. Usually, he’d greet her with some offhand remark or ask about her plans for the day. But now, there’s nothing. Just silence.

Dani’s unease grows, her inside twisting with unfamiliar dread. She steps closer, trying to get a better look at him. “Dad?”

Finally, he looks up. His eyes meet hers, and the expression on his face is enough to make her swallow thickly, unsure how to feel. He looks at her angrily, coldly, and it sends a jolt through Dani’s chest.

He says nothing at first. Instead, he simply turns his phone around, showing her the screen. At first, she can’t make out what she’s looking at—just a video, playing on a small square of the screen. But then her heart plummets into her stomach as she recognizes what exactly is being filmed. The porch. Her and Paige. Last night.

Her breath catches in her throat as she watches the footage. There Dani is, fumbling with her keys while Paige kisses her neck, whispering those three words that meant everything. The video captured it all—the giggles shared between them, the way Dani turned around and pulled Paige in for another kiss, savoring it. This moment that was meant to be just theirs, is now playing out in front of Dani’s father’s eyes.

Fuck. Dani should have realized, should have remembered. They have a Ring doorbell—it takes footage of any movement near it. But she was drunk and stupid and in love and she’d forgotten. And now, by the look on her dad’s face, she’s about to pay for that.

Her mouth goes dry, her heart hammering in her chest as she looks up at her father. He’s still holding his phone out, eyes smoldering with an anger that makes her feel like she can’t breathe.

“Dad,” she whispers, voice barely audible. “I can explain—”

“What the hell is this, Danielle?” he interrupts, his tone low, the kind he only uses when he’s really, really angry. It makes her flinch.

She opens her mouth, but words don’t come. What can she say? How can she possibly explain something she’s barely had enough time to process herself?

Her dad stands abruptly, his movements sharp and filled with barely restrained rage. “You think this is acceptable? In my house? Under my rules? I—I don’t know what happened. You’ve always been a good girl. Danielle, you have a relationship with Christ! How could you do this? How could you throw everything I’ve given you, everything I’ve done for you, everything God has done for you for… for this?” He shakes the phone in his direction, his voice rising. “For this disgusting, sinful bullshit!”

Dani recoils like she’s been slapped, the weight of his words pressing down on her. The thoughts that she’s pushed to the back burner of her mind echo quietly, agreeing with her father. It’s wrong. A girl loving another girl is wrong. Sinful. But the part of her mind that’s taken over, the one that thinks about the blonde basketball player day and night and can’t help but think about how right it felt to be with Paige in that way, fights back. “I—I can explain, I swear—” she starts, but is quickly interrupted.

“Explain what?” he spits, face twisted in disgust and disappointment. “There’s nothing to explain, Danielle. I saw it. I saw you—kissing that girl. Paige.” He says her name like it’s some kind of poison, and it makes Dani’s chest constrict. “I knew something was off about that friendship. You think I haven’t noticed how you two are always together, always too close?”

Tears well up in Dani’s eyes, her whole body tensing in a panic. “It’s not like that—”

“Don’t you dare lie to me,” he snaps, eyes flaring. “I saw what I saw. And I won’t tolerate this… this perversion under my roof.”

The tears begin to pull over now, Dani’s chest heaving as she tries to fight the sobs that rip through her. “Dad, please—”

“You’re not seeing her again,” he cuts her off, his voice final, cold. “I don’t care how long you’ve been friends. I don’t care that you’ve known her since you were kids. I don’t care that she’s our next door neighbor. Whatever that is, it’s ended. Now.”

Dani shakes her head frantically, panicking, tears falling faster. “You can’t do that!” she shouts, voice cracking. “Please, Paige is—she’s my best friend—please—we”

“No!” he yells over her, vocals booming around the room. Dani flinches, her body trembling as she wraps her arms around herself. “You will not see her again. You won’t even go near her. Do you understand me?”

“Dad, please, just listen—”

“I said, do you understand me?” he repeats. “This is not up for discussion, Danielle. She’s a bad influence, a—” he hesitates, and then with a sneer that makes Dani’s stomach churn, he hisses, “She’s a filthy fag, and I won’t let her corrupt you any more than she already has.”

His words hang in the air like a death sentence, and Dani’s world tilts on its axis. It feels like the floor has been ripped out from beneath her. She’s never heard her father speak like this, never seen such venom in his voice. Of course she’s known he’s homophobic; he’s made off handed remarks every now and then, says things about how “those people” are disappointments to God. But this? The way he’s looking at her—it’s like she’s a complete stranger to him. Like he doesn’t even recognize his own daughter anymore.

The sobs break free through Dani’s chest and her hands shake as she covers her red-rimmed eyes with them. “Dad, please,” she begs, though she knows it’s probably useless at this point. “Please don’t do this.”

But her father’s expression doesn’t soften. If anything, it grows harder, colder. “Go to your room,” he says through clenched teeth. “I’ll deal with you later.”

Dani looks up at him, her vision blurred with tears. “Dad—”

“I said, go to your room!” he practically roars, and the sheer force of it makes her stumble backward toward the stairs, body shaking.

Her heart is in her throat and she’s trembling uncontrollably as she turns and runs up the steps, her sobs echoing in the otherwise silent house. She barely makes it to her room before collapsing onto her bed, her face buried in her pillow as she lets her tears free fall.

Everything’s ruined. Her dad hates her. He’s seen everything—and now he hates her.

And Paige…

Dani can’t even let herself think about that. How, just hours ago, she had everything, and—within minutes—it all slipped between her fingers.

And now all Dani can feel is shame.

JUNE 2019

The camp—if that’s what you could call it—isn’t the kind of summer camp Dani expected when her father first mentioned it to her. No, this place isn’t about hikes or bonfires or s’mores. It’s something else entirely.

They call it a “church camp,” but it didn’t take long for Dani to realize what it really is. Conversion therapy, as simple as that. A way to “fix” her, to cleanse her of her sins.

The camp is deep in the woods, secluded and quiet, the kind of place where no one would hear you scream, where no one would notice if you disappeared for a few months and come back changed. The other girls and boy here are like Dani—at least, that’s what she’s been told. They’ve been sent here to be “cured,” to be saved from the deviance inside of them, the sickness that led them astray from God’s light.

At first, Dani tries to resist. She fights it, mentally at least. The idea that something so integral to her—love—could be a disease was unthinkable. She thinks of Paige, her best friend, her first love, and tries to remind herself of the warmth, the joy, the rightness of it all. Paige always made her feel seen. Safe. Loved. How can any of that be a sin?

But as the weeks drag on, the messages seep in, and, slowly but surely, Dani’s defenses erode. The camp counselors—rigid, strict men and women with eyes that seem to stare straight into your soul—speak of salvation and sin in the same breath. They quote scripture, twisting it into something Dani never heard before, making her feel like her very existence is a rebellion against God.

They say the attraction she feels for Paige is a temptation, a test from the devil himself. That her love isn’t love at all, but lust, base, and immoral. Every day, they hammer this message into her through sermons, through private “sessions,” through exercises designed to break down her spirit, to rebuild her into someone who can conform, who can be pure again. They say they’re just trying to help her.

The forest surrounding the camp becomes a symbol of her isolation. The trees loom tall, casting long shadows over the compound, as if the very earth is trying to swallow her whole. There’s no escape, no outlet. Dani’s never felt more alone in her life. She wants to cry, to scream, to run, but there’s nowhere to go. No one to turn to.

Her days become a blur of routine and control. They take everything from her. Her phone, her freedom, her identity. She isn’t allowed to speak of Paige—hell, she isn’t even allowed to think of Paige without facing repercussions. They watch her closely, scrutinizing every move, every glance, every word, looking for any sign of weakness, any sign that she hasn’t fully accepted the “truth.”

Some days are easier than others. On the good days, Dani finds herself almost numb, going through the motions, letting the words of the counselors wash over her without sinking in. But on the bad days… the bad days are hell. On the bad days, the guilt is so overwhelming that she can hardly breathe. She’ll lay in her cot at night, staring at the ceiling, her mind racing with thoughts she can’t quiet. Maybe they’re right. Maybe I am sick. Maybe I’m not supposed to feel this way. Maybe… maybe Paige will be better off without me. Maybe I’ll be better off without Paige.

The worst part is that she can feel herself changing. Slowly, bit by bit, the person she’s always been—Dani, the girl who loves photography, the girl who loves to write, the girl who love Paige—slips away. In her place, there’s… someone else. Someone who’s afraid. Afraid of herself. Afraid of the world. Afraid of God.

There are moments, brief as they are, when Dani finds herself alone, sitting on the edge of the lake that borders the camp. The counselors allow “reflection time” out there, a chance to sit in nature and contemplate God’s will for their lives. Dani doesn’t feel God’s presence out there, though. Instead, she feels only emptiness. The lake, still and dark, mirrors the hollow ache in her chest, the ache that started the day her father found that video and had only grown since then.

She thinks of Paige during those moments. She can’t help it. Paige’s laugh, her smile, the way her fingers would brush against Dani’s hand when they were alone together. She thought of the way Paige’s voice had cracked, just slightly, when she’d said, “I love you,” as if it had been too heavy, too important, to carry without breaking.

And then the guilt would come rushing back in like a tidal wave, drowning out the memory of Paige’s touch. This isn’t right. I’m not supposed to feel this way. The counselors make sure of that. They drill it into her head day after day until she begins to doubt every thought, every feeling, every memory she has of Paige.

The uncertainty is the worst part. At night, lying in her narrow cot, Dani closes her eyes and tries to remember how it had felt to be with Paige. How, just a few short weeks ago, her heart had been so full of love that it felt like it might burst. But now, those memories feel like they belong to someone else, like they’re fading away, replaced by a gnawing doubt that maybe—just maybe—what she felt isn’t love at all.

The isolation gnaws at her. Dani’s faith—which, despite everything, was pure before—has become tainted, almost like she’s trying to crawl away from it—or at least, trying to crawl away from the twisted version of faith that the camp preaches. They tell her that God loves her but only if she can repent, only if she can reject the “unnatural desires” that have led her down this dark path. They tell her that true salvation means giving up everything she’s ever known, including Paige.

They don’t just want her to stop loving Paige. They want her to stop being herself.

But the hardest part is, after so many weeks, Dani doesn’t really know who exactly she is anymore. She feels like a shell of herself, hollowed out and empty, filled with nothing but fear and shame. And she begins to wonder if it’s working. If they’re right. If this is how it’s supposed to be.

But still, sometimes, Dani wakes up in the middle of the night, her heart pounding, her body drenched in sweat, a sense of panic so intense that she can hardly breathe. In these moments, she presses her face into the scratchy pillow, biting her lip to keep from screaming. Because in the darkness, in the quiet, when no one else is watching, she still wants Paige. She still loves her. No matter what they say, no matter how much they try to break her down, that small, fragile piece of her heart still beats for Paige.

And that scares her more than anything.

She doesn’t know how much longer she’ll be able to hold on to that part of herself. It’s slipping away, little by little, with every sermon, every “counseling” session, every prayer that she shoves down her throat. She’s being worn down, and she’s afraid that one day, she’ll wake up and not feel anything at all.

And maybe… maybe that’s what they want. Maybe that’s what God wants. Maybe that’s what she deserves.

Dani doesn’t even know how long she has left at the camp, nor how long she’s been there. After the first couple weeks, time begins to lose its meaning. She’s stopped counting the days (since they don’t tell her the date), stopped waiting for it to end.

JULY 2019

Dani sits in the chair, her hands folded neatly in her lap, her eyes downcast as she stares at the scuffed linoleum floor. The room is cold, sterile, and devoid of any warmth or comfort. It’s the same room she’s been sitting in for the past two months, every time she’s called in for her one-on-one “therapy” sessions. The wooden cross on the wall looms large above her, a constant reminder of the weight she’s supposed to carry, the sin she’s meant to repent for.

Across from her sits Mrs. Keating, one of the camp’s lead counselors. She’s a stern woman, always impeccably dressed, with sharp features and cold, piercing blue eyes that seem to cut through whatever walls Dani tries to put up. She’s been Dani’s assigned counselor from the start, the one tasked with guiding her back to the “right” path, the one who’s delivered the harshest sermons about the dangers of temptation and sin.

Today is supposed to be their final session—or, at least, that’s what Dani has been told. She knows the routine by now. Mrs. Keating will ask her a series of questions, probing deeper into her thoughts, her feelings, her beliefs. Dani’s learned to say what’s expected of her, to give the answers the woman wants. At first, she resisted, clinging to the hope that she could hold onto who she really is, but that hope has withered away in the weeks she’s been here.

She isn’t even really sure who she is anymore.

Mrs. Keating sits behind her desk, her fingers laced together as she regards Dani with that unreadable expression she always wears. It’s a look that makes Dani feel small, insignificant, like a child being scolded.

“So, Danielle,” Mrs. Keating begins, her voice cool and steady, “you’ve been with us for quite some time now. How are you feeling?”

Dani swallows, her throat dry. She hates these questions. They always feel like traps, no matter how carefully she answers. But she knows better now than to hesitate. She’s learned what they want to hear, and she’s learned that it’s easier to comply than to fight.

“I feel… better,” Dani answers, her voice quiet, almost mechanical. “I feel like I’ve been able to reflect on… everything.”

“Good, that’s very good,” Mrs. Keating replies, nodding approvingly. “And what have you learned in your time here?”

Dani’s fingers twitch in her lap, her nails digging into her palms. She hates herself for what she’s about to say, but she can’t stop the words from slipping out. They feel foreign, like they were coming from someone else’s mouth. But she thinks they’re right. After all this time, everything she’s gone through here, how can they not be?

“I’ve learned that… what I was feeling before… it was wrong,” Dani murmurs, her heart heavy. “That it wasn’t love. It was temptation. Sin.”

Mrs. Keating’s smile is small, satisfied. “And you understand why that is, don’t you?”

Dani nods, her gaze still fixed on the floor. “Yes. Because God doesn’t want us to… live that way. It’s against His plan.”

“And your feelings for the girl… ?”

They don’t say her name. They never say her name. And Dani’s glad. They don’t deserve to say Paige’s name. She’s too good, too full of light, for all of this. Dani’s stomach twists as the image of Paige’s face flashes through her mind—her bright eyes, her playful smile, the way her touch always feels so soft and warm. Dani’s chest aches with the memory, but she pushes it down. She can’t think about that now. She can’t think about her. It’s wrong. It’s wrong.

It’s wrong.

“I don’t… feel that way anymore,” Dani says, her voice barely above a whisper. “I know it was wrong. I know it wasn’t real love.”

Mrs. Keating’s eyes gleam with approval, as if she’s won some silent battle. “That’s right, Danielle. You’re starting to understand. Love, true love, is a gift from God, and it’s meant to be between a man and a woman. Anything else is a distortion, a lie from the devil.”

Dani bites the inside of her cheek, the taste of blood sharp on her tongue. She’s heard this speech so many times that she can recite it in her sleep, and each time, it chips away at her a little more, hollowing her out from the inside. She wants to believe that maybe it’s a lie—that what she felt (feels?) with Paige is real—but after weeks of being told otherwise, it’s getting harder and harder to hold on to that belief.

“And how do you feel about your future now, Danielle?” Mrs. Keating asks, her tone almost gentle, as if she’s speaking to a child in need of guidance. “Do you feel ready to live a life that honors God?”

Dani’s hands tighten in her lap. She feels the weight of the cross around her neck, its presence suffocating. She’s worn it every day since she received it from her father years ago. But ever since she’s gotten here, it’s become a constant reminder of the expectations placed upon her, of the person she’s supposed to be.

“I want to do what’s right,” Dani replies, her voice steady even as her heart stutters. “I want to live the way God wants me to live.”

Mrs. Keating leans forward slightly, her eyes narrowing as if she can sense the apprehension buried beneath Dani’s words. “And you’re willing to renounce those past feelings? Those sinful urges?”

Dani’s throat tightens, but, nevertheless, she nods. “Yes.”

“Good.” Mrs. Keating’s smile widens. “You’ve made remarkable progress, Danielle. You’ve come a long way from the confused girl who arrived here, and I’m proud of you for embracing the truth.”

Dani doesn’t feel proud. She just feels empty.

The silence in the room grows heavy, oppressive, as Mrs. Keating studies her, as if trying to gauge the depth of Dani’s conviction. After a moment, she rises from her chair and walks around the desk, coming to stand in front of Dani. She reached down, her cold fingers brushing against Dani’s skin as she presses her hand to the small silver cross hanging from Dani’s neck.

The touch makes Dani flinch, but she doesn’t move. She can’t.

Mrs. Keating’s fingers linger there for a moment, her grip firm, almost possessive. “God will forgive you for your sins,” she says softly, her voice filled with the kind of certainty that Dani can never muster. “He is a merciful God, and He wants nothing more than for you to be redeemed in His eyes.”

Dani’s pulse races beneath the surface of her skin. She wants to believe that. She wants to believe that all of this—everything she’s gone through—will lead to forgiveness, to peace. But deep down, something in her resists. Something in her whispers that maybe God won’t forgive her. Maybe she isn’t worthy of it. Maybe there’s no redemption for someone like her.

She swallows hard, her eyes stinging with the tears she refuses to shed.

Mrs. Keating releases her hold on the necklace, her hand falling back to her side. She smiles, the gesture cold and calculating, as if she’s just won a battle Dani hadn’t realized she was fighting.

“You’re almost there, Danielle,” Mrs. Keating tells her, voice smooth and placating. “You’re so close to being saved.”

Dani doesn’t say anything. She doesn’t think she trusts herself to speak.

Because in that moment, all she can think about is Paige. Paige’s face, Paige’s laugh, Paige’s love. She can feel it slipping away, the memory of it growing dimmer with every passing day. And the worst part is, she isn’t sure if she wants to hold onto it anymore. Bitterly, she doesn’t know what the point would be. What would be the point at all, if this is who she’s supposed to be now?

“Remember, Danielle,” Mrs. Keating says firmly, brows scrunched slightly, “God’s love is stronger than anything. Stronger than sin. Stronger than temptation.”

Dani nods mechanically, her mind a haze of conflicting thoughts and emotions. She’s heard this so many times, and every time, it feels like another piece of her soul is being chipped away.

But maybe that’s for the best.

AUGUST 2019

Dani’s home.

That simple fact should bring her comfort, but as she stands in the middle of her bedroom, staring at the familiar walls and the neatly made bed, nothing feels the same. The space seems smaller, suffocating almost, and everything inside her feels hollow. It doesn’t really feel like home anymore.

She doesn’t know what feels like home.

She doesn’t think she has one.

It’s strange—coming back from camp was supposed to be a relief, a return to normalcy, but nothing about this feels normal. Dani expected some kind of closure, maybe even a sense of peace after everything she’s been through, but all she can do is feel a dull, heavy weight pressing down on her chest, right under her necklace. She feels like she doesn’t even belong here anymore. And it’s not just her house; it’s her whole life.

Dani doesn’t hang out with Thaliah or Jalen anymore either. They try to reach out when she gets back—text messages, phone calls, even a couple visits—but she pushes them away. It’s not like she really wants to—it’s just easier. Easier to stay locked inside herself, easier to avoid the questions she knows they’ll ask. Easier to pretend that things can just… move on.

Because they can’t. Not after everything. Not after her.

It’s easier not to think about Paige this way. Paige is still gone, away on basketball things for the summer, and with her absence, Dani’s managed to build up walls—tall, thick ones that keep the memories at bay. She has to. Thinking about Paige, about what they shared, about how it all fell apart without the blonde even knowing, is too much. So, she doesn’t think about it. She can’t.

Her dad doesn’t bring it up either. Not directly, at least. They’ve never spoken about what happened—about the reason Dani was sent away in the first place. Instead, he acts like it never occurred, like she was just at a normal summer camp, learning life lessons, finding her footing. That suits Dani fine. The last thing she wants is to talk about her “past mistakes.”

Instead, they focus on what her father considers the right things, like Beau Hudson.

Beau is someone Dani’s known since elementary school, a boy she’s always thought is a typical jockey douchebag—the kind of guy who’ll peak in high school and will probably spend the rest of his life chasing after some sense of former glory. He’s loud, obnoxious, and has a habit of talking like he owns every room he walks into. Dani’s never liked him, never thought twice about him, except to occasionally roll her eyes when his name comes up.

But now, Beau seems to be the answer to her father’s prayers.

Apparently, Beau mentioned to his parents that he thought Dani was pretty. And apparently, her father—who happens to work with Beau’s father—thinks that’s just great. It’s perfect, actually. Perfect in the way that Dani knows her father has always envisioned for her—a respectable boy, from a respectable family, with respectable values. There’s no need to talk about her past anymore, no need to dwell on those mistakes. If she can just date Beau, everything will fall into place. She can be the daughter her father wants her to be.

So, she does it.

She begins dating Beau, and it happens so fast that she hardly has time to question it. One minute, she’s saying yes to dinner with his family, and the next, they’re officially together. It isn’t something Dani really wants, but it’s something she can tolerate. It’s easy. Beau’s world is uncomplicated, shallow in a way that’s almost comforting because it doesn’t require much from her.

She starts hanging out with his friends—people she’s never given the time of day before. Guys from the football team, girls from the cheer squad. Serena Corren, one of the cheerleaders who’s always been a bit of a bitch, turns out to be not that bad. Dani finds herself spending time with her, more than she expects. Serena’s loud and a little crass, but she isn’t mean, at least not to Dani. In fact, they get along well enough that Dani finds herself relaxing a bit around her. Serena talks about meaningless things, gossips about people at school, complains about cheer practice, and it’s a nice distraction.

Everything is a distraction at this point.

A distraction from Paige.

Paige, who’s back now.

The minute Dani opens the door and sees her standing there, everything crashes down on her. It’s like a punch to the gut. Paige looks the same and different all at once—still beautiful, still Paige, but something about her feels… distant. Or maybe it’s just Dani who’s distant. She can feel her defenses rising the moment she meets those familiar blue eyes.

“Paige,” Dani acknowledges, throat tightening.

Paige’s voice is soft, tentative. “Hey, Dan. Can we talk?”

Dani swallows hard. She shouldn’t let her in. She should shut the door, turn Paige away before it gets any harder. But she doesn’t. Instead, she steps aside, letting Paige walk into her home, into her life once again. “Sure. Come in.”

The living room is quiet, and Dani can feel the tension simmering in the air as she sits on the couch, body rigid. Paige stands a few feet away, arms crossed over her chest, looking at Dani like she’s searching for something—an explanation, an apology, maybe a sign that Dani still cares.

But Dani can’t give her any of that. She can’t let herself break.

It starts with Paige asking, “What’s going on? Why didn’t you tell me you were back? Why didn’t you—”

And then the floodgates open between them. Dani tries to keep her face neutral during it, shutting down any emotion that threatens to spill out. She can’t afford to feel—if she lets herself feel anything, even for a moment, it’ll all come crashing down, everything wrong and bad spilling out. Her eyes stay cold, her voice flat, and every word that comes out of her mouth feels like poison she has to swallow herself. She tells herself she’s doing the right thing, that pushing Paige away is for her own good. That it’s for both of them. But God, it hurts.

Watching Paige’s face fall with every sharp word she throws at her is like watching someone chip away at a sculpture, little by little, until it’s unrecognizable. Dani sees the flickers of confusion, hurt, and then anger that spread across Paige’s features. She sees the way Paige’s shoulders tense, the way her eyes burn with disbelief. Paige has always been so expressive, her emotions right there on the surface, easy to read. And it kills Dani to know that she’s the cause of every negative expression that paints the blonde’s face.

The worst part is seeing the way Paige’s eyes gloss over, like she’s on the verge of tears but is too stubborn to let them fall. Paige isn’t the type to cry easily, but Dani knows her too well. She can feel Paige’s hurt even without seeing the tears. It’s palpable in the air between them, suffocating.

But Dani can’t break. She has to be strong, even though it’s the hardest thing she’s ever done. So, she says the words that’ll sever whatever hope Paige had left. She tells her that their kiss, that their confessions, were both mistakes. That she doesn’t want her, that it’s all just over. The words are like knives in her own chest, but she forces them out because she has no choice. If Paige knew the truth—about the camp, about her father’s threats, about everything—Paige would fight for her. She’d try to save Dani from it all. And Dani can’t let that happen. Everything would just get worse. It wouldn’t help anything.

Besides, whatever Paige and Dani have is wrong. It’s wrong, it’s wrong, it’s wrong. Dani repeats it in her head. She fiddles with her necklace, her eyes flit to the crucifix on the wall, she thinks about how God doesn’t appreciate girls loving other girls. It’s wrong.

Nevertheless, when Paige finally leaves, when she turns her back and walks out the door, it’s like Dani’s entire world collapses in on itself. She’s built a wall around herself for weeks, convincing herself that this is what she’s needed to do. But the second the door closes behind Paige, it all comes tumbling to the ground. The numbness she’s been clinging to melts away, leaving behind raw, unbearable pain.

It’s wrong anyways, she tries to remind herself. It would’ve never worked out. God doesn’t permit it.

But that doesn’t seem to matter. Because no matter how wrong it is, it fucking hurts.

Dani presses her forehead against the door, her whole body trembling as the sobs begin to escape. She didn’t cry in front of Paige. She held it together, made sure to be strong, made sure that Paige wasn’t aware of what’s truly going on. But now, with no one watching, Dani just breaks. Her shoulders shake as the tears come hard and fast, her chest heaving as she lets it all out. The sobs are uncontrollable, wracking her body as she finally allows herself to feel everything she’s been holding back since the day she was dropped off at camp back at the beginning of June.

She cries for the years of friendship she’s just destroyed. For the love she has for Paige that she has to—and will continue to—deny. For the fact that she has to pretend not to care when every fiber of her being screams that she still does. She cries because she knows she’s just shattered Paige’s heart, and in doing so, she’s shattered her own.

Her father’s voice echoes in the back of her mind, a cruel reminder of why she’s done this. She can’t be with Paige, can’t even be her friend. Not if she wants to keep Paige safe from the consequences, not if she wants to keep them both pure in God’s eyes. Besides, if Dani even tried to slightly interact with the blonde, her father would never allow it, and Dani knows the lengths he’ll go to if he thinks Dani’s stepping out of line. The threats he made over the summer, the way he sent her to that camp to “fix” her—it isn’t something she can let Paige be part of. And it’s certainly not something she’ll let herself be subject to again.

(Besides, she has Beau. She likes Beau.) (Enough.)

But the knowledge doesn’t make it hurt any less. It doesn’t make it easier to breathe through the sobs that wrack her chest. Dani feels like she’s drowning, suffocating under the weight of everything she’s just lost. Paige has been her best friend for over a decade. She’s been the one constant in Dani’s life, the person who has understood her better than anyone else. And now, Dani’s pushed her away, and she doesn’t know if she’ll ever be able to get her back.

Eventually, the sobs slow, leaving Dani feeling hollow and empty. Her tears soak through the fabric of her tank top, and her throat is raw from crying. She doesn’t know how long she stands there, leaning against the door, but it feels like an eternity. All she can think about is Paige’s face as she left, the way her eyes had looked so broken, so betrayed.

Dani did this. She has to live with it.

“I’m sorry,” she whispers to the empty room, though the words are meant for Paige.

OCTOBER 2019 (PRESENT DAY)

Paige was right. Dani is a coward.

She knows she is. She thinks about it constantly. She thinks about that night, at the party, where she and Paige fought. She thinks about what Beau called her. She thinks about how she didn’t step in, how she didn’t defend Paige. She thinks about how she’s settled into a routine that feels like she’s merely a spectator in her own life. She thinks about how she hasn’t done anything to try and change it. She thinks, she thinks, she thinks.

She thinks a lot.

About certain things.

Certain people.

(Paige.)

She tries and tries to fight it, but her mind is rogue, a resistance that always has a mantra of Paige, Paige, Paige whether it’s in the front, the corner, or the back of her cerebrum.

She dates Beau. That doesn’t change. She knows who he is—not a good person. He’s arrogant, dismissive, and often cruel, but Dani finds herself in his company night after night. It’s not that she doesn’t recognize his red flags; she does. But there’s a twisted sense of comfort in being with someone who embodies the superficial, the expected. Beau is a mask she can wear, something to hide what’s beneath. What she doesn’t want people to see.

So, she dates Beau. She kisses him. They do other stuff a lot, too. He always initiates it, but she never stops it. It’s okay—not great, not terrible. It’s not exactly who she’d prefer to do that kind of thing with—but, who she would exhibits every single little thing that’s wrong with her. Every single little thing that she’s been trying to shake out of her, off of her, since she arrived at that camp. God doesn’t appreciate it. And so neither does Dani.

School has become her other distraction. A good one, too.

She retakes the ACT. When she gets her score back, she’s happy with it, a rare moment of relief and pride.

College applications weigh on her as well, and she’s certainly had the time to do them. She only applies to two school. Minnesota—her dad wants her to stay in-state, somewhere close. And, trust her, she knows how deluded it sounds, but—she applies to Connecticut, too. Don’t ask her. She doesn’t even really know why.

She focuses heavily on her Calc class, her AP Bio class, her AP Lit work. She focuses, she gets good grades, she makes her teachers and maybe even her father proud. She’s just doing her best, distracting herself. (Though it doesn’t help that, without fail, every single day Paige’s stare bores holes into Dani’s back in Lit. All she wants is to continue her distractions, to continue her streak of nearly perfect scores, but those baby blues burn into her skin from behind and it makes Dani’s heart race.)

She continues on with photography, too. She goes to the football games and some of the other sports—soccer, field hockey, etc.—and takes her photos for yearbook. It’s a good distraction until she spots Paige in the student section (this happens every Friday night), and Dani’s mood seems to simmer out.

Paige is everywhere. Fucking everywhere. School, games, Dani’s head. It doesn’t matter. She never leaves.

Dani wishes she would go and wishes she would stay all at once.

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dyk3tastic · 4 months ago

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friends

victoria neuman (the boys) x reader

genre: angst, light smut, hurt/comfort(ish)?

summary: when victoria shows up unannounced at your apartment in the dead of night you want nothing more than to kick her to the curb, you let her in anyway. reader is a member of the boys, could be read as a follow up to my previous fic “cant have both” or as a stand alone. (now wiv a follow up u can read here)

warnings: weapons, language, slightly nsfw, light smut, mentions of sex

a/n: back with another one. getting back into posting ff, haven’t written for an ‘audience’ in a while, feedback is appreciated. enjoy! :)

“wow, you really gonna treat a friend like that?” victoria drawled, foot blocking your front door, stopping you locking her out. wide grin flashing her perfect white teeth. the last thing you wanted at 4am was to shuffle bleary eyed through your shitty apartment, glock firm in your grip by your side, to answer that incessant hammering against your door. when you open the door to see her standing you want nothing more than for the earth to open up and swallow you whole, dreading wallowing in the limbo between you both. the space between hate and longing, betrayal and understanding, where all interactions between you two now seemed to take place. you were tired.

staring up at you under her thick dark lashes, you knew you couldn’t get rid of her even if you wanted to. “we’re not friends” you croak out, voice rough with exhaustion. she just laughs at you, continuing to blink up at you like a fawn, flashing her predatory smile. “what are you doing here vic?” you hiss frustrated by her brazenness and lack of explanation.

“can i come inside? i want to talk to you”, she lets her smile drop. “please”.

you say nothing to each-other as you turn to let her in, she slides past you, eyes dragging down your body, heat prickles your ears as she clocks your batman underwear. she strides in, confident and assured as ever, walking towards the kitchen as if she were coming home from work, like she owns the place. just as you’re starting to become hyperaware of your lack of clothing she speaks again, voice gentle and relaxed over the quiet hum of the tv, “i knew you wouldn’t be asleep yet”.

“is that what you’ve come here to do, pretend to know me so well, tell me about my fucking sleeping patterns?” you mutter, irritated. resting against your kitchen counter you stood opposite her, taller than her now that she had her heels off. the low orange glow of the kitchen light illuminated her bronzed skin. victoria looks up at you, all brown eyed and beautiful, and it makes you forget what she’s done, what you’ve done, just for a second.

“i want zoe out. i want her far away from all this bullshit. i want out. i need you to help me undo this, to just leave it all behind. please.”

hissing, voice scratchy in your throat you half sigh, “you just turn up here and expect me to trust you, expect me to risk my life for you, blinking up at me like bambi and expecting me to feel fucking sorry for you.” “i trusted you, believed in what we were doing, in us. i thought we were working towards something right, some fucking justice for once. to find out those years of my life were useless, sisyphus pushing that rock up that never fucking ending hill for vought. when i told you about-“ you stop abruptly, tired of rehashing the past, take a deep, shaky breath and collect yourself. “coming round here talking about friends” you scoff.

chest rising and falling with uncertainty she stares you down, face unflinching. mocking and faux innocent she asks “we weren’t friends?”. “i’d say when i’d ride your pretty face til it was covered in my cum that we were friends, at least i definitely considered you my friend.” her smile is sharp. “when you’d rut against my leg all desperate and pleading you didn’t think i was your friend?” she added with an exaggerated pout.

you recognised the deflection immediately, could see that all she wanted was to crawl under your skin and pull you back to her. but you’d be lying to yourself if you said it didn’t effect you, the full truth of it all hanging in the air, your skin prickling with memory and mouth dry with the her boldness. “we’re not friends now” you say, proud of yourself for managing to keep your voice steady.

she steps forwards, encroaching in your space. “that’s okay, we don’t need to be friends”. she moves closer again, you don’t dare move, anxious not to scare her off, anxious to close the gap between you two. she breathes an “i’m sorry” into your neck, voice laced with what you so desperately want to believe to be sincerity. moving her head up, her nose bumps your cheek, plump lips pressing a soft kiss against your mouth. your arm moves of its own accord, snaking around her waist, urging her closer. her next kiss is less gentle, her mouth greedy and desperate against yours, chills run down your spine as you let out a quiet whimper. tongue swiping over her lower lip you let yourself get lost in her, in the kiss. transfixed by her touch heat pools deep in ur abdomen, your underwear growing sticky and uncomfortable.

the nights spent touching yourself, seething with anger as you imagined your fingers buried deep inside her, imagined pulling out those little pants and whimpers that made you want to never hear another sound again; those nights seething in your betrayal and wetness couldn’t compare to the electricity that ran through your body as her warm tongue licked lewdly into your mouth. nothing could compare to the feeling of her pressing her warm, petite but deadly body against yours. revelling in the feeling of her tits against your chest it was the bumping of her hip against the hard glock tucked in the thick waistband of your underwear that brought you out of your trance. both of you breathed heavy hot air against the others face, panting as you try to remember why you were here, to clear away you heady thoughts, to regain some semblance of control.

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winchesterwild78 · 2 months ago

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A Haven of Comfort

Characters: Jensen x Reader (wife)

Warnings: Nothing, just a fluffy, sweet story.

A/N: For my sweet friend @cheekygirl230. This is a work of fiction and does not depict real life. No disrespect to anyone involved. Please do not take any of my work. Written fast and quickly edited.

The door slammed shut behind you, echoing through the quiet house. Jensen, engrossed in his latest script, looked up, his brow furrowing. You were standing in the doorway, your face streaked with tears.

"What's wrong, honey?" He set his script aside and approached you, wrapping you in a warm embrace. You sobbed into his chest, your body trembling. Jensen stroked your hair gently, whispering soothing words and placing a soft kiss on your lips.

"It was a really tough day at work," you managed to choke out. "I just feel so overwhelmed and frustrated. I don’t know how much more I can take."

Jensen listened patiently as you poured out your heart, your voice breaking occasionally. He nodded, offering understanding and empathy. When you finished, he held you at arm's length and looked into your tear-filled eyes.

"You know, I'm always here for you, no matter what. If you want to keep working you know I’ll support that, but honey if you’re unhappy you can always quit. I hate seeing you like this," he said softly. "How about we go into the living room, and we can watch a movie or something. We'll relax and forget about today. I’ll order dinner and we can just relax."

You nodded, your tears beginning to subside. Together, you walked into the living room, hand in hand. The two of you curled up on the couch together and Jensen pulled the blanket off the back and laid it across both of you. He grabbed his phone and ordered dinner to be delivered, then he turned on one of your favorite movies. You offered him a soft smile and leaned up, placing a kiss on his lips.

As the two of you sat there, Jensen traced delicate circles on your arm as he held you close. You sighed deeply, letting the stress of the day slip away.

When you and Jensen got married, it was important to you to keep working. He was a well known celebrity and you were just a fan. So many people assumed you only married him for his money, so it was important to you to help contribute to the household. Now that you were pregnant with your first child you had seriously considered quitting and staying home with them.

The knock at the door pulled you out of your thoughts, and Jensen stood to answer it. You walked into the kitchen to help Jensen unpack the food. You smiled when you saw he ordered from your favorite Italian restaurant, and he had even gotten a chocolate lasagna for dessert.

A few tears slipped out and Jense wiped them away. “Shh, it’s okay baby.” You nuzzled into his chest, “I know. I’m just so thankful for you, and I feel so incredibly lucky to have you in my life. I love you so much. Thank you for always being my rock, my calm in the storm.” Jensen tilted your chin up, “I love you too, Y/N. So much.” He placed a soft kiss on your lips.

The two of you grabbed your food, Jensen grabbed a beer and you grabbed a water. Taking your food into the living room the two of you continued the movie and ate dinner. With a full belly, you curled up on the couch and laid your head on Jensen’s chest. Before too long your breathing had leveled out, and soft snores came from your lips.

Jensen chuckled softly as he looked at you. A strand of hair fell across your face, so he delicately brushed it back behind your ear. You looked so peaceful and content laying on him. He smiled thinking just how lucky he was to have you in his life, and how lucky he felt for the baby growing in your belly.

As the movie ended, he turned off the tv, and the light as he lifted you and carried you to bed. You stirred awake, “Jensen, what’s wrong?” “Nothing baby, just go back to sleep.” He carried you to your shared bed and gently laid you down, pulling the blanket over you. When he crawled in the bed he pulled you in his arms, let out a contented sigh and drifted off into a peaceful sleep.

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kismetlotts · 5 months ago

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-`♡´-Johnny mummy issues Mactavish x afab femreader

cw: mummy issues, “good boy”, reader praises johnny, marriage, control kink?, “mama”, blow job, male thigh humping, accidental boners, male masturbation, blow job, mentions of food and diet

Johnny mummy issues Mactavish who’s mother kicked him out when he was just a teenager. Johnny mummy issues Mactavish who was used to sleeping on his mates sofas and wearing mucky clothes until his shitty part time job could give him enough money to buy anything else. Johnny mummy issues Mactavish who lived off of junk food, and unhealthy leftovers friends had in their fridges until he was old enough to join the military.

They took him, gave him a room with his own bed and supplied him with basic necessities. Providing him with a home to live in for however long he needed. Until you walked into his life.

Your stunning body which wasn’t stereotypically perfect in any way shape or form, the natural curves of your hip dips and the small hairs on your arms. Your hair slicked back or out of the way, greasy some days and cleanly washed others, always with minimal makeup on. You were his kind of beautiful.

He approached you quickly and over time the two of you fell in love, getting married after a few years surrounded by friends and relatives. Johnny had mentioned to you before about his childhood and his mother kicking him out and you offered nothing but your support him.

He’d explained to you how he didn’t know how to care for himself and that his mother was never strict with her rules when she did care, to which you had great sympathy for. However nothing prepared you for what marriage life was like living with Johnny, and maybe that was your fault for believing the military might’ve changed how he can care for himself.

He’d lounge on your double bed for most the day, playing his video games on your shared bedroom tv, despite you asking nicely if he could help with chores. You decided to wait it out and see if he would eventually get up and help out but after about three days you lost your shit, bursting into the bedroom with a laundry basket on your hip.

“Off.” Was all you said and Johnny nodded in your direction mumbling something along the lines of ‘in a minute’ and ‘one second’. You closed your eyes for a moment attempting to calm your annoyance and think of a different approach but was left with none. After a few seconds you were already walking over to his console and running your finger along the edge before pressing in the power button. His controller hit the duvet on the bed as he exclaimed, baffled by your actions.

“What was tha’ for?” He raged, his hand pointing at the screen, your eyebrows raised as you shook your head. Nearly throwing the laundry basket infront of him, crossing your arms and looking down. Johnny couldn’t help but notice your nipples pointing through the baggy grey t-shirt you’d thrown on. You inhaled, walking over to the curtains and pulling them open, the sunlight shining in and you turned around again to face him.

“Pick up all your clothes and take it through to the washing machine, then you can play your games.” Johnny looked up catching you ass swaying as you walked out the door, shutting it and getting on with the day. He reflexively sat up in surprise but instead of anger, he felt his dick swell and throb.

Something changed in the way he saw you that day, he didn’t just see you as a wife, a lover whom he can own a home with and help tidy and care for it when he was needed. You were more of a motherly figure. He would do what you asked him to do, to the best of his ability and wait for you to notice, your praises sending him crazy with lust.

He’d wash, dry and fold the dishes up for you, patiently waiting until you notice. Your eyes widening in surprise with a loving and contagious smile spreading across your lips.

“Awh Johnny! Did you wash the dishes for me? What a good boy you are.” You’d coo into his ear as he pushed you against the counter. His pulsating cock, leaking precum all over your thigh as he rutted against you, whimpering in your ear.

“Really mama? Am I really?”

On days where he worked at home, looking into files or information on his computer, you’d walk into your little home office as quiet as you can. Placing down a glass of water and a plate of pastries to help him focus. Giving him a soft kiss on his forehead before turning and heading for the door, pretending not to hear the little grunts and rustling of his clothes as he began to stroke himself shamelessly.

It wasn’t only chores you’d help either, you’d help him with his diet. Being so used to awful junk food made him start to neglect the good dietary items which he needed. He ate a lot of carbs and protein which was good for keeping fit and energy at work, however when it came to foods such as vegetables and fruits, he was lacking in them. When you served him them he’d always save them last, groaning snd whining as he moved his food around on his plate.

“Do I have too, mama? I just don’t like veg!” He’d ask. His eyes looking down at you, on your knees underneath the table, lips only centimetres from his cock while your hand fisted it tightly. You’d nod and watch as he picked up a few pieces of broccoli, a grin spreading onto your face as you watched him place them in his mouth. Mimicking him by sucking his tip until his hands grab hold of the table. Innocent eyes looking up as I lick along his chubby veins.

“Come on big boy, just a few more for me and i’ll let you cum anywhere you want.”

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cheri-2047 · 5 months ago

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Helloooo do you write for aventurine from hsr?

If you do, would it be possible to request an aventurine x gn reader where he tries to comfort the reader who has religious trauma? If that's a little too complicated then something like aven trying to comfort the reader when they were suddenly reminded about their trauma from parents.

I'm really just desperately trying to make myself feel better 😭 anw the decision is still up to you <3 I hope you have a wonderful day and I hope that you stay safe and healthy, take care!! 💞💐

IM SO SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG 😭 I LOST MOTIVATION TO WRITE ANYTHING 😞😞 I’d love to write this for you but I’m not so sure on what religious trauma is so I focused on reader getting triggered by their parents instead, I hope that’s okay. Please don’t hesitate to comment if I mischaracterized him, this is based off what I see online since I don’t play hsr, thank you!

Aventurine comfort:

TAGS: slight mentions of self harm, hair pulling (out of stress) angst, fluff and comfort at the end

CHARACTERS: Aventurine

You were on your way home after meeting up with your parents. It’s been awhile since you last saw them so you thought you’d pay them a visit.

They welcomed you with open arms and were very glad that you came over, your mother excitedly sharing new stories of what’s happened while you moved away and your father just simply listening to you two.

Everything was smooth sailing, you had fun with them, sharing laughs and all until it all went down the drain.

“haha…” you chuckled it off. You hated hearing about the incident that had happened. Your parents brushed it off by now as a joke, but to you it was anything BUT that.

you continued to catch up to them, holding up a smile to get away the memories that ran through your brain.

stop stop stop

You clenched your hands tightly, continuing to laugh along with the “jokes” your parents made. You couldn’t stop thinking about it now, everything that happened, everything that you worked so hard to forget, all of it GONE just because of a few simple words.

“I might be home a bit late sweetheart, please don’t stay up waiting for me. Love you”

Your phone buzzed, a message from your boyfriend, Aventurine.

perfect.

You took this to your advantage, deciding it was a good excuse.

“Ah I need to go home, sorry mama, urgent things at work.”

You made a white lie. You knew it was a bad thing to lie, it would make you a sinner, but you would do anything right now to get away from that so called ‘home’

“I hope you visit again, we love you”

Your father kissed you on the forehead, before both waving off.

You quickly shuffled to your car, driving as fast as you can away from your parent’s home. You were thankful for your boyfriend’s text, not only can you have alone time but you also were able to lie with getting home.

You drove faster, the music louder, anything to try and get the flooding memories away. You clenched the wheel tightly, taking rough turns, completely ignoring your surroundings.

shut up shut up shut up shut up

please.

You reached your home, running to your bedroom, your safe place.

You opened the television, had your snacks around you and all but for some reason, nothing would work. The thoughts still lingered at the back of your mind, the unspoken memories, the things you’ve tried to hard to forget.

Little did you know, you ended up spiraling. Your eyes on the TV, your mind elsewhere. It all came back too quickly, too much for you, the way you were treated, the rules you were forced to have, the life you so desperately wanted to escape, and it felt like you were back. “…y/n… y/n? Hey hey-“

you got started by the sound, only to realize you had been pulling your hair a lot,

“ah- y-you’re back earl-“

He wrapped his arms around you tightly, Aventurine pulled your hands away from your hair,

“Shh, shh… there there”

he rubbed his hand on your back, you leaned into his touch, before looking down to see blood on your fingernails. “What happened?”

Aventurine pulled away, cupping your cheeks and rubbing your hand, careful not to touch the skin you picked.

You didn’t even notice it, but you were crying. You had tears run down your face as if your eyes were waterfalls.

“I visited my parents today”

“mh…did they do anything?”

“they just…mentioned something and I got triggered and started spiraling I guess…”

as you spoke, aventurine started to wrap some bandages around your fingers.

“What did they say?”

(cutting this part off here so you can like…. Explain to him ykyk. He doesn’t know much of your trauma so u explain that you went through that before)

“Oh sweetheart…”

he wiped your tears and kissed you on the cheek, before hugging you and hurrying your face into the crook of his neck.

“I’m sorry… I didn’t know that’s ever happened, why didn’t you tell me?”

“I didn’t want to remember…”

he frowned and pulled you closer,

“I’m sorry…. If you’re up to going to your parents again, I’ll be here to accompany you. If you don’t, then that’s alright, I understand.”

he kisses the top of your head multiple times, hoping to sooth you with his affection.

He intertwined his hand with yours as he continues to speak reassuring words. “I am always here for you, alright my dearest? If you feel triggered by anything ever again, please don’t hesitate to tell me. I’m never ‘too busy’ for you or any of that. I love you”

you smile as he tells you how he has your back and how he will never leave and swear to always protect you. As you stop crying, he starts to clean up the snacks you left and comes back with more of your favorite foods.

“I got some before I left work”

he chuckles, lying next to you on the bed as you two stayed in the comfort of each others arms.

“I love you, I always will and I will never stop.”

He presses a kiss to your lips, pulling away to see your smile, which makes him smile as well.

A/N: OKAY… so I tried to make it like him as much as I could, I think he’s the type to gen take things seriously in scenarios like this, and the part where he like… pushes(?) your head to his neck for comfort, that means a lot since I hc him to not like being touched there or anyone touching him there either, so yeah. Thanks for requesting and I hope this is ok!! Comments are appreciated (for tips, if I mischaracterized or just to say hi) I hope ure okay dude, if you want more of these feel free to request

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luvkyu · 1 year ago

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i want to be with you ( lee jeno )

jeno x male!reader

jeno struggles with his feelings toward one of his uni roommates.

content : 2k words, angst to some fluff, suggestive !!, university!au

"do you guys know where jeno is?"

donghyuck looked over at y/n from the sofa while shaking his head. chenle sat beside him, his eyes staying glued to the tv.

y/n sighed at his roommates and went back to his room. the pair were too indulged in their video game to have a care about where their fourth roommate was. jeno often disappeared from the dorm without a word, but after an intimate night with y/n, the latter expected maybe a note or text instead of waking up alone.

after moving into the dorm only a few months ago for the new year at their university, y/n's feelings for jeno started to grow steadily. and since they shared a small room, it was hard to avoid him. that is until things started unraveling between them. y/n felt like he hardly ever saw jeno anymore until the night time rolled around. they'd spent the last couple nights together closely, crossing the line from friends to.. something else.

y/n was cut from his thoughts as the bedroom door opened suddenly, entering jeno in all his glory. y/n felt his chest tense up at the sight of the male. he assumed jeno had a morning session at the gym, as he looked like he'd been sweating with his sleeveless top and faint odor following him.

y/n's heart slowly plummeted to his stomach with the realization that jeno's eyes were falling just about anywhere but him. he frowned and placed his hands behind his back to fidget with his fingers. jeno continued to rummage around in their closet, picking out a new outfit for the day.

"are you showering?" y/n inquired. his voice remained quiet with his nervousness.

"yeah."

y/n's brows furrowed at the answer. that's it? they spent the whole night together in bed, and that's all he gets in the morning?

"want company?" he asked again, trying to give jeno the chance to talk more.

jeno finally looked at him for a moment, the corner of his lips now twitched upwards. he tossed his chosen outfit over his shoulder and walked closer to y/n, their faces centimeters apart now.

"if the others weren't in the next room, i would. another time, okay babe?" he answered before departing again.

y/n nodded while swallowing the lump in his throat. he watched jeno open and close the door of their room again, disappearing behind it. he couldn't avoid the fact that any little thing jeno did made his heart thump against his chest, especially when jeno teased him. but this wasn't the first time the male had done something like this, basically blowing y/n off, and he was getting very tired.

the day passed faster than y/n realized, but even with what felt like a short day, he was exhausted. he just returned to his dorm from his last class and the only thing he wanted to do was get into bed. however, that wasn't very realistic. he had some studying to do and he needed to eat at least a snack for dinner.

after making a small sandwich, he brought it over with him to his desk and laid out all the study materials he needed. jeno's absence in their room did not go unnoticed either, but y/n paid it no mind as he was a bit upset with him anyways.

only fifteen minutes into working and y/n was already frustrated. his brain was tired and his body just wanted something soft to lay on. he tossed his pencil onto the desk and rubbed his face in anguish when a soft knock came from his door.

he knew it wouldn't be jeno, as he never knocked. at least not softly. it was his room too, after all.

y/n got up with a sigh and opened it to reveal his best friend, renjun. he felt like he'd just received a breath of fresh air at the sight of him and quickly hugged him before renjun could comprehend what was happening.

"are you okay?.." renjun asked in surprise.

y/n didn't answer, only hugging him tighter.

"i'll take that as a no?" renjun worried.

"no, i'm fine. just really needed a hug."

renjun pulled away and looked at him, easily seeing his heavy eyes and messy hair. he then saw y/n's study materials covering his desk.

"c'mon, let's go for a walk," he said as he grabbed his friend's hand. y/n looked at him in confusion.

"i have work to do, renjun.."

"take a break. you look like ass."

y/n rolled his eyes, though he knew the other probably wasn't wrong. he followed renjun out of his dorm and onto the streets of their campus. renjun decided not to say much as he knew his friend would speak up if he needed to. as much as he cared for y/n, he tried not to pester him unless it was for his own good.

y/n looked at his shoes as he walked, his mind overloading with thoughts.

"..i slept with jeno."

renjun's head instantly turned with wide eyes.

"you what?!"

y/n failed at hiding his smile and slightly pink cheeks, nodding.

"wait so," renjun began. "you mean you slept together, like you fucked?!"

y/n rolled his eyes, but continued to nod.

"holy shit!!" renjun bounced up and down in excitement. "i knew he liked you back! i knew it! so what now? are you dating?"

this is where y/n's smile fell. renjun gazed at his friend in confusion from his change in attitude.

"we, um.." y/n trailed off.

"you what?.."

y/n looked down again, a bit embarrassed.

"well, we aren't dating.. last night was really great. we talked and kinda ended up confessing and before we knew it, we were both in my bed. and then this morning, he was gone when i woke up. he only went to the gym, but i was a little disappointed that he didn't stay with me. and when he got back to the dorm, he didn't say much. i offered to join him in the shower, but he said no because donghyuck and chenle were in the common room unlike last night."

renjun processed the information before speaking up.

"i'm sorry but hasn't donghyuck like, shaken the walls with his partner?"

y/n snickered at the question.

"many times. i usually just leave or get my headphones. maybe jeno's just more private.. or maybe he's not come out to them," he suggested. renjun frowned while the pair sat themselves down on a bench.

"can i be honest?" renjun asked. y/n sighed and nodded. "well.. hasn't he done this kind of thing before? where things are good between you, and then he blows you off like it doesn't matter?"

"yeah.."

"so he's a jerk who's adding himself to my punch on sight list," renjun muttered, salt laced in his tone. "or i guess.. maybe he's not fully come to terms with his sexuality, like you said," he added annoyedly.

y/n looked down at his hands that were now enveloped in renjun's, which the latter connected in efforts to comfort him.

"..so maybe he's just being weird about liking boys?"

renjun nodded with a small frown.

"you should talk to him about it," renjun urged. y/n finally looked up to see his soft eyes. he nodded and smiled weakly.

"thanks, injunnie."

"anytime, bub," renjun comforted.

after a minute, they got up from the bench with their hands still connected. they began walking before renjun felt his phone vibrate in his pocket. he quickly took it out and checked his notifications, resulting in a meek smile turning on his lips.

"what?" y/n asked. renjun didn't answer for a second as he typed with one hand.

"..it's jaemin. do you mind if i..?"

y/n's eyes widened in realization and nodded quickly.

"oh, yes! go, go! have fun!" he beamed. renjun smiled as a thank you before the duo unlinked hands. "use protection!" y/n shouted after him. renjun turned back for a moment to give him a thumbs up before continuing to speed off.

y/n stood for a minute to look after his friend. he was glad to see him so happy.

"hey."

y/n jumped at the voice that was suddenly behind him. he turned with a hand over his heart to see his roommate.

"fuck, jeno!" he said, exasperated. he caught his breath while jeno just smirked at him.

"you could be moaning that instead, y'know," jeno reminded him. y/n looked up at his sly smile, unaffected. usually a line like that would've sent fireworks off in his stomach, but he was too angry right now.

"i could be, but i'm not," he responded dryly. jeno's grin dropped as he watched y/n walk past him in the direction of their dorm.

"so, are you and renjun a thing now?" jeno questioned while catching up to him. y/n scoffed.

"no?"

"but you were holding hands."

"so? best friends can hold hands," y/n shot back as he paused to stop and look at jeno directly. "especially when one of them is upset about something and needs some comfort."

jeno's brows furrowed.

"you're upset? with me?" he asked again. y/n rolled his eyes.

"do you not expect me to be upset when one minute i think you like me, and the next you barely say a word to me?"

jeno's heart stung from y/n's raised voice. he looked around for a second, barely meeting the other students' gazes on the small scene they'd made.

"i'm sorry.. i'm not the best at.. this, yet." he apologized, his voice quiet. y/n's face softened.

"i can understand that, really. but honestly, i don't have the emotional energy to sit around and wait for you to be ready to be with me. i like you a lot, but i can't be the person waiting for your attention in the shadows."

jeno looked down and nodded, feeling a small urge to cry. y/n sighed and raked a hand through his hair.

"c'mon.. let's go back to the dorms. i'm exhausted," he said as he continued walking now. jeno could feel a couple people still staring at them, but tried to ignore it.

"y/n, i.." jeno paused, then sighed. "you're right. i'm sorry i treated you that way.. i really, genuinely want to be with you."

y/n didn't know what to do. he wanted to believe him, but how was he supposed to know that jeno wouldn't neglect him later in front of his friends or their roommates?

"you'd really want to be with me even in front of all these people on campus right now?" y/n asked. jeno looked around again silently, making y/n continue to walk away.

jeno followed suit after a moment, still in deep thought. his eyes landed on y/n's hands as they swayed back and forth with his strides. he decided to walk faster until he was beside the male and gently slip his hand into y/n's grasp.

y/n's head turned quickly to his crush, who smiled.

"i want to be with you. right now. even in front of all these people. in front of anyone," jeno reiterated, his voice more confident. a small blush stained over y/n's cheeks.

"alright.. but i'm holding you to that. if you blow me off again i'll punch you," y/n replied, intertwining their fingers now.

"..but what if i like blowing you?" jeno asked, stifling a small laugh. y/n sighed and gently swat at his shoulder.

"shut up."

jeno finally laughed at y/n's response, squeezing his hand before they continued walking back to their dorm together.

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hischierswhore · 1 year ago

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cindy lou who

i'm back, and just in time for ficmas! this was inspired by sabrina carpenter’s song “cindy lou who”. i highly recommend listening to it as you read 🎄

pairing: lando norris x ex!reader

You, Kika, Alex, Carmen, and Lily all sat around your Christmas tree as you began your Secret Santa exchange. It was a girls' night, and you all thought this would be the best way to spend your final girls' night before Christmas.

The holiday spirit was evident within your cozy little flat, as the elegant pink and white ornaments decorated your tree and the pine-scented candles spread a wonderful aroma throughout your home.

"Oh my gosh, this is adorable! Which one of you got me this?" Lily questioned, looking around at each girl, trying to see who could barely contain their smile.

When Lily got to you, her bright smile slightly fell into a frown.

"Y/n? Is everything alright?" She asked as she rested her hand on yours, the contact waking you from the daydream you were in.

"Oh yeah. All is good!" You gave her and the rest of the group a thumbs up.

Truthfully, you were reminiscing on last Christmas. It was the last one you spent with your now ex-boyfriend Lando. This time last year you were at his house, kissing underneath the mistletoe.

After a few more Secret Santa reveals, the whole exchange was over. You picked up your phone and began to scroll through Instagram. As you scrolled, you saw a glimpse of Lando, leading you to scroll back to view it properly.

I saw you laughing in one of his pictures But you'll be the one with his ring on your finger There's red and green everywhere But I'm so blue Cindy Lou Who

You felt your stomach drop when you came across the photo of Lando... with a girl. She was stunning. Her long brown hair curled to perfection. The smile on her face was bright and huge. Her arms wrapped around Lando's neck. Her eyes weren't on the camera, they were on Lando.

He was smiling back at the girl. You wondered who took the photo, or rather, who captured them in that moment, and why did they want to torture you for the rest of your life?

You turned your phone off, desperately trying to find something to distract yourself with. You looked at the tree, you looked at the candles. You stupidly looked at the picture frame that was placed right in front of your TV. The one that had a picture of you and the girls. The picture that had replaced the one of you and Lando from Christmas 2 years ago. The frame that always reminded you of him.

Maybe he met you somewhere in the desert While he was soul-searching, he found someone better Guess you make him happy like I couldn't do Cindy Lou Who

As the night went on, you began to think of the girl in the picture. When did they meet & was it after what you had assumed was going to be a sort break?

Your breakup with Lando was a result of him claiming that he needed space to find who he truly was. You understood, but you always thought he'd come back for you when he was ready.

Now it seems as though you were never part of his plans after his "self-discovery".

You couldn't ignore the fact that he looked happy with this girl. He hadn't looked that happy with you in a long time. It pained you to see how happy he was without you in his life. His smile, the one you loved to see, was now causing you so much pain.

With your hair so long, lips so red Maybe we met once I forget Scrolling five years back, I'm obsessed Breaking my heart 'Tis the season I guess

After successfully distracting yourself with a Christmas movie that you watched with your girls, everyone was beyond tired and headed home. You dragged yourself to your bed, grabbed your pillow, and put it over your head. You were so done with the holiday season.

You tossed and turned for what felt like hours, when in reality it was just 30 minutes. You knew you shouldn't, but you did it anyways. You picked up your phone and went back to Lando's post. You clicked on the girl's tag and pulled up her profile.

Your breathing faltered as you were met with the brunette's feed: it was basically just pictures of her and Lando. You scrolled all the way down until you were five years back. She was a model, so of course Lando fell in love with her.

Just as you scrolled to the top and refreshed the profile, a new post appeared on her feed. It was a picture of the girl and Lando, her red lips pressed against Lando's underneath the mistletoe. You tried to hold back tears as you looked over the photo, along with the caption.

"meet me under the mistletoe :)"

If you're waking up now in his old bed At his family's house, know that you're just Breaking my heart 'Tis the season I guess

You desperately wanted to tell him how you felt, but it was no use. Lando had moved on and he appeared to be in love, but you were in love with him too. You never stopped, and now there was nothing you could do to get him back.

The snow's gonna fall and the tree's gonna glisten And I'm gonna puke at the thought of you kissin' The boy who I love is now in love with you Cindy Lou Who

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hope you all enjoyed 🫶🏼

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buzzyb33 · 1 year ago

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Flustered

Prompt: going over to James’ house for a stream ends up with watching a movie which ends in couch cuddles and something more?

Warnings: swearing, they/them pronouns, suggestive,

(Request!!)

Me and James had been friends since before Covid, meeting each other through editing and both having a passion for music, as we both developed more feelings developed, along with a lot more comfortability.

I run my hand through my hair as I knock on James’ door, preparing to stream a bad art ban stream.

Today I was wearing baggy dark blue jeans, a white vest and some navy converses.

He opens the door with a grin.

“On time, short arse?” He says as he ruffles my hair.

I scoff but smile as he shuts his door.

“How are you, James?” I ask as I bend down to stroke Otto.

He answers positively as he leads me to his streaming room.

I sit in the chair and pull a can of Pepsi max out my pocket and open it, James is tweeting the stream and asks me to do something for the camera.

I give a cheesy grin and wave as he gives a dead face.

“You know, I think you pull in the views, so best performance, n/n.” He grins as he puts his starting soon screen on.

I sip my drink as the viewers flood in, the chat filled with my name.

James switches the screen and I wave, he opens his mouth to speak but I take the mic.

“Hi chat!!” I wave with a grin.

“They’re excited..” James says as he looks into the camera.

I look up at him and he laughs.

“Before we start, what’s your favourite song in my album, n/n?” He asks as he puts his hands together and looks at me.

“Denial and you are here.” I reply and copy his hand movements.

He looks at me for a second then nods. I nod back.

“Chat!” He says and clasps his hands together.

“As you can see, we have a special guest, say hi to them!”

I smiled as his chat flooded with various ‘hi’s’ and ‘hey’s’

“Any news on you?” He asks and looks between me and the chat rolling.

“Not really.”

We got onto the drawings and I leaned forward.

“Oh! It’s me and you!” I say as I inspect the drawing- it was made on Microsoft paint and it was great- it was me and him eating ice cream.

“Shit dude this is great.” I say and look at their twitch name.

“You should VIP them.”

“Fuck off.” He retorts

“You fuck off.” I say back and look into his eyes.

“You can’t pretended to be intimidating then be under 5’6” he says with a laugh.

“Oh fuck off, James” I laugh back.

After the stream I was in a pretty good mood as we leave his streaming room.

“Do you wanna watch something?” He says a little distracted.

“Yeah, okay.” I say as I sit on his sofa next to him.

“What do you wanna watch?” He says as he looks up from him phone to me.

I adjust my hair and shrug. “You can pick.”

He rolls his eyes and puts on grown ups one.

I smile at him and lean forward.

Throughout the movie, I ended up with most my body weight on him.

As I’d got here at seven and we’d streamed for an hour, it was now ten as the second film started playing.

“Do you wanna stay here tonight?” James asks with a gentle tone.

I run my eyes and nod. “If- it’s okay.”

He stands up and goes into his room, he comes out a couple minutes later and gestures me into his room.

“I- set you some clothes out.” He says quietly as he sits back down.

I smile at him and head to his room to change into a black shirt with a small twitch logo on it and some shorts.

It smelled like my best friend.

It smelled like James.

I smile to myself as I head back into the living room he looks up and holds his arms out.

I grin and lie down with him, I was originally faced at the tv, with my back to him but I turned around to have my face in the crook of his neck.

My body heated up a bit as I did this, causing my breathing to get heavier.

I was now breathing down his neck as his arms stayed loosely around my waist.

I was flustering myself from being in his arms.

Why was I getting flustered by James?

I gulp and try to calm myself down, feeling nervous and a slight put in my stomach.

“-are you okay?” James cuts my thoughts off and I pull myself away from his neck and look up at him as he sits up.

“Mhm- yeah, why?” I ask, my voice not convincing; I can feel how hot my face is too.

He studied my face and then gives me a look- almost knowing.

“Are you okay?” He asks again.

I look down and my face just gets redder.

“Are you flustered?” He pokes at my arm as he laughs.

“No!” I sputter out and cross my arms.

He laughs again and pushes my arm slightly: “come here.” He says as he lies back down.

I hesitantly get back into his arms and steady my breathing.

He holds me as I close my eyes, cuddling into him, falling asleep in his arms.

A/n: I HAVE NEVER WRITTEN USING THEY/THEM PRONOUNS SO IM SORRY 😫

Please request me shit it gives me motivation to write and space things out better.

You’ll have a JJ or Josh fic soon from my requests rn!

@ace-call-me-what-youd-like

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cts-ryu-writing-desk · 2 months ago

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Her Favorite Sleeping Position

This one took me way back to something I had almost forgotten about. A little bit of a past relationship that was from a more innocent time in my life. Anyways, enough about that I hope you all enjoy this!

Don't forget my Commissions are open!

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Margo sat on the couch TV playing in the background. The volume was set rather low but not silent. Her eyes were heavy, it was late. She was already in her nightgown ready to go to bed. The twins inside her womb kept her weighed down. She was too weak to move. She sat there almost uncomfortably, constantly moving and adjusting her position and weight.

Margo was a big girl. Her rather plump shape was that of a slightly bottom-heavy hourglass. That was not to say that her bust was small, her pair of double D’s were already swollen with milk and spilling her nighty, which was supposed to be two sizes up from her last measurement of thirty-eight double D’s. She was considerably plump well before Chris put their twins inside her. Her pregnancy only seemed to augment this image of her.

Chris would often compliment her large girthy hips and waist hidden between a little big of a backfold. It was something she often looked forward to. He knew her so well. How to talk to her, how to treat her. The once confident and self-reliant Margo would turn into a cinnamon roll at Chris’s slightest touch.

The constant of her personality was her bratty stubbornness. Which was well and truly on display tonight. She was exhausted yet she refused to go to bed just yet

She didn't want to sleep without Chris. She only liked falling asleep next to his naked body being his little spoon. His left arm under her neck, his right arm patting her huge ass, their bodies pressed against each other. Feeling his cock squished against her ass cheeks. She felt like it wasn't truly a good night's sleep unless she was in that exact position down to the letter. Like she had many times before she stayed up. Forcing herself away and waiting for him.

It was getting late. The eleven o'clock news came on. She was usually asleep by this point. She looked at her phone for what felt like the thousandth time. She knew Her husband, Chris, was working late. All Margo wanted was for him to be home.

In a text from earlier that day, Chris told her he'd be home late, closer to midnight. Margo huffed, setting her phone down again. Chris had been gone all day and she craved his touch. She wanted to feel his presence next to her.

The twins were calm. She hadn't felt them playing in hours. She liked to imagine they were dreaming right now. She stared down at her pregnant belly. She had grown so much in the last few months. The stretch Chriss were obvious as they booked through the slit down the front of her nighty. She carefully put her hand on her bump. Feeling the warmth under her palm.

She closed her eyes for just a moment. Yet that moment felt like hours. She felt relief from her heavy eyelids. A gentle sigh, a deep breath in. She pictured Chris coming through the door. Margo imagined she'd shoot right up and rush over to him, groping him gently as he came through the door. She pictured Chris being happy to see her and they'd go to bed where he'd hold her closely. Keeping her pinned as his little little spoon. She'd have a big smile from ear to ear. This was what she wanted, and didn't wanna sleep without him or that wonderful feeling.

She opened her eyes. It had barely been a minute, the news was still talking about the same news story. The minutes continued to tick by.

Again Margo picked up her phone. No new messages, or notifications. She flipped through some of the photos in her camera roll. There were new photos and old pics before her pregnancy when she first started dating Chris. And some as recent as yesterday, she and Chris posing in front of her vanity mirror giving each other a sweet peck each.

It was coming, reaching eleven thirty. A light in the front window. She heard a car pull up. She perked up scooting to the edge of the couch. The lights went out and a door slammed shut. Margo got to her feet and slowly crept to the door. Familiar rustling of the front door knob, as it was flung open. Chris walked in, a tired expression on his face, his eyes lighting up when he saw her sitting there. He was remarkably thin, giving quite the contrast to Margo’s rather plump physique.

"Missy?" Chris said softly

"Welcome home sweetie She said with a drowsy slur

"What are you doing up? You should be asleep," Chris replied throwing the door shut behind him

"I couldn't," Margo said sweetly gently rubbing her eyes

"What, why not?" Chris asked

"I didn’t want to. Not without you," Margo replied

"What, no.” Chris was frustrated and between his exhaustion, his patience was rather thin “You're pregnant, the twins could be here any day. You need to get your rest."

Margo started to act bratty, "But I didn't wanna. I only want to go to sleep with you. That’s how I like it. And I’m pregnant shouldn’t I get what I want" She said to him giving her biggest puppy dog eyes.

Chris let out a frustrated sigh. Chris spun Margo around and started to nudge her in the direction of their room "Alright, come on we're going to bed,"

"Really?" She asked turning to him slightly

"Bed. Now." Chris said

But Margo saw it, his eyes said it all. She felt like he was upset with her. Chris was turning off everything, the TV, the lights, as he walked behind her towards the bedroom. She pouted as they got to the bedroom. Margo climbed in and got under the blankets. She watched as Chris stripped down. Shuffling over to his side naked. She didn’t say a word as he got right under the blanket. Chris scooted right next to her pushing his left arm under her pillow right where her neck rested.

Margo scooted back feeling his bare skin pressed against her. She could feel his flaccid dick pressing against the crack of her ass cheeks as she nuzzled against the pillow as she grabbed his hand under her pillow.

"I missed you," she murmured

Chris let out a sigh "I missed you too, sweetheart," pressing a kiss to the back of her head. "Now it's time to sleep,"

"But don't you?" Margo started

"No," Chris said with his right hand as he started to pat her ass.

He kept a steady rhythm; each pat was like a little hypnotic ticking. This was her favorite position. Being his little spoon, laying with his left arm underneath her, patting her ass, his cock between her cheeks. It is partly what led to her pregnancy in the first place.

Chris was very intimate with her likes, needs, and the shape of her body. He felt a few new stretch marks around Margo's ass. Feeling each supple ridge up and against him.

"I love you," she said with a melancholy drowsiness

"I love you too babe," he said sweetly as he kissed the back of her head again.

Margo closed her eyes and cooed sweetly as she nuzzled against her pillow. She felt relief on her eyelids again. She didn’t have to strain herself to force her eyes to stay open. Being in her favorite position, next to Chris - now she could go to sleep. Being like this, with the gentle rhythm Chris patted her plump ass acting like a metronome. Lulling her to sleep.

After just a few minutes of patting on her ass, Chris would hear Margo let out her gentle snore. She was out cold finally. Chris moved his hand up to her baby bump. The tips of his fingers rested against one of the deep grooves of her stretch Chriss. He closed his eyes, "you two better not be this picky when you get here. I don't have enough limbs for three needy babies."

Chris closed his eyes and drifted off to sleep himself.

In the morning Chris was up before Margo. He had managed to get his phone and was scrolling through it. She could feel his morning wood pressing against her cheeks. Margo arched her back against his hard cock. Chris threw down his phone. Lifted his left arm putting Margo into a little choke hold. His right hand went right to her hip, pulling her into his hip with a long rough grind. Sliding his cock up the length of her crack. Margo let out a cute little moan of want and pleasure. She liked to think that he didn’t know, But Chris knew this was why it was her favorite position. Because it could often lead right into some early morning fucking.

Chris relinquished his hold. Margo cooed again, happily remarking to him, “Morning!”

“Morning babe,” Chris planted a kiss on the side of her forehead.

Today was their day. Margo had everything she wanted right there in their bed.

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m3l0diisbl00d · 1 year ago

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EIDON ON APHRODISIAC!!

A/n: i really just had to get this one out of my system guys, its 1:30am but i had to :’) I know its kinda short. also this may or may not connect to the yandere!darling story bc i feel like they’d be the one responsible for this

Eidon had a large tendency to be really clingy, he’d wrap his arms around your waist and press kisses on wherever your skin was exposed, but today something about him was off. He traced his fingers over your waist and breathed heavily in your ear, and something about how he looked at you with puppy dog eyes was throwing you for a loop. You sat in his lap while watching tv at his place, his head in the crook of your neck and his hand roaming over your torso. His fingers felt so gentle, just brushing against your skin but also as if they wanted to hold you tightly. Out of curiosity you glance over at him, just to realize he hadn’t been watching the TV at all, he was just staring at you. His eyes half lidded with the most possessive expression you’d seen from him in a while. He doesn’t say anything for a moment, just smirks at you. “Pay me no mind, my dear..”

After a while you just decide to brush it off, and head out to the store a little while later. Meanwhile, Eidon was trying to hold on for dear life. He hadn’t exactly felt this way before, his whole being felt hot, and his thoughts shifted to you, getting rather intense.. he could only imagine.. pressing hot sloppy kisses up and down your body, sucking and biting over the spots that made you feel really good. He wanted to rip your clothes off you and rut you with his cock until you turned into a whining babbling mess under him. Precum begins to stain Eidon’s boxers. When you got a bunch of messages from him asking to come home soon because he needs a favor, you rush home quickly.

“Eidon?? I got your messages, are you ok? Where are you..”

“Ah.. hello there, sweetheart..”

He stumbles into the living room to see you, scooping you up and holding you by your thighs. Eidon squeezes them once, then again. His head nuzzles into you, brushing his lips against yours and giving a lustful gaze. “I was so worried when you called, is everything ok?” You ask in a concerned tone. “Mmh.. no— honey I need your help, upstairs..” He carries you up to his room, tossing you onto his bed before yanking his shirt off. “What are you doing?.. Eidon?” “Shhh.. let me love you, my baby.” He puts himself on top of you on the bed, his body felt so warm and his breathing was very uneasy. You were almost worried he had a fever until you felt something hard pressed up against your thigh. Oh. Ohhh. “Y/n.. please.. I feel like I’m on fire..” He spreads your legs open and places himself between them, kissing wherever he can while he dry humps you like a rabbit during mating season. You give in, kissing Eidon deeply and allowing him to slip his tongue into your mouth. His kiss is hot and desperate, while his hands snake up and down your body as he undresses you. He aligns himself with your entrance, groaning with a large sigh once he’s inside. “So fucking tight for me..” His hips begin to rock, causing moans to fall from both of your lips. Eidon smirks at you as he begins to fuck you harder, making sure each thrust is more pleasurable and delicious than the last. He puts one hand on your thigh and uses the other to grip your waist, muttering curses in Italian which showed that he was clearly getting close to reaching his high. You feel yourself loosing control under him, his cock was buried deep inside you, making you squeal and squirm. You beg him for release, which only makes him plow you faster. “Eidon.. f-fuuuuck pleassseee.. needa.. needa cum..” “You’re taking me so well, darling. Just a little more..” When he finally lets you cum your whole body spasm, hugging against his cock tightly. Eidon reaches his breaking point shortly after, holding you tightly as he spills his thick, creamy load of his baby batter inside of you. He holds you for a moment before pulling out, whispering in your ear that you did such a good job for him. “Fuck.. I love you so much, baby..”

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harlowsbby · 1 year ago

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Cater 2 You

You never really liked opening up to people mainly because everyone you’ve opened up to in the past has done you wrong in some way, but with Jack you felt safe opening up to him and letting love in.

You never had to worry about Jack lying or sneaking around behind your back he reassured you that you were the only women he’d ever want, well that was the case until of lately, for the past few days he’s been gone for long hours of the night doing God knows what with who knows what.

His behavior has been suspicious as well whenever the two of you were watching tv together and his phone started ringing he’d get up and go into the other room, he lays his phone with the screen facing down which he’s never done before and now he leaves his phone on mute whenever you’re around.

You were starting to overthink and wonder if he was seeing somebody behind your back or not, you knew that sounded a bit far off but everyone always revealed their true intentions eventually.

You were out with Neelam and Taylor just trying your best to take your mind off everything. You didn’t feel like jumping to conclusions you really did want to give Jack the benefit of the doubt.

All day Taylor has noticed a slight change in your energy you weren’t has bubbly and joyful as you usually were. When the three of you were window shopping she glanced back when she noticed you were slugging along.

“Y/N, is everything okay? You seem a bit off today.” She asked.

“I was actually going to say the same thing you’ve been really quiet ever since we picked you up this morning.” Neelam said.

“I just feel a bit out of it today that’s all.” You didn’t really feel like brining up Jack because you it wasn’t a nobody else’s business.

“Come on, you know you can tell us anything.” Neelam tried pushing you to try and get you to tell them. You didn’t feel like saying anything but maybe it would help getting things off your chest.

“Do you think Jack has been acting weird?” Neelam and Taylor looked at one another than back at you. “Weird how exactly?” Neelam questioned you.

“Like doesn’t he just seem distant, just very secretive or whatever? Or is it just me.” You bit your lip nervously.

“Has he done anything to you? To make you feel as if he’s distancing himself away from you.”

You shrugged your shoulders you hated feeling this way you just wished your life didn’t always end up with you always being hurt in the end. “He’s just acting a certain way, I feel like I’m losing him.. like maybe he’s cheating on me.”

Neelam so badly wanted to just tell you right then and there that Jack was planning on proposing to you which is why he’s been sneaking around behind your back but she knew she couldn’t say anything.

“Maybe you’re overthinking it Y/N, you know he’d never do anything like that to you. He loves you.”

If he loved you then why was he being so secretive, why was he making you feel as if there was someone else. You’ve been through this plenty of times before.

“Are you okay? You wanna go get a drink or maybe two.” Taylor suggested which made you laugh. “I promise I’m fine I just hope I’m wrong about all of this.” You told them.

“Everything will be okay Y/N, trust me.” Neelam told you. “I sure hope so Neelam.”

You tried enjoying yourself for the rest of the afternoon but Jack and the possibility that he was cheating on was the only thing on your mind.

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When you got home that night it was evident that you were crying because whenever you did cry your eyes were always so red.

You opened the door and almost immediately you were greeted by Jack you smiled softly at the sight of him, he had on his all black sweatsuit and his curls were tucked away in his bonnet that a few fans and yourself put him on too.

“Is that my baby? I missed you so much.” He coo’d and brought you into him, his arms wrapped around your waist and while his face went into the crook of your neck taking in your scent, he placed a few kisses to your neck before pulling back that’s when he noticed your eyes.

“Have you been crying? What happened.” Jack almost immediately asked.

“Nothing happened I’m fine we just saw a sad movie that’s all.” You mumbled and slipped passed him making your way into the kitchen to place your leftovers into the fridge.

“Something clearly happened your eyes are red so tell me what happened? Or else I’ll call Neelam right now.” He threatened. You didn’t feel like arguing with him or brining Neelam into your drama even more so you decided it was best to just talk to him.

“I’m just going to be honest with you and I hope you can do the same.” You told him and watched how his body stiffened up. “What is it baby? You can tell me anything.” He took your hand from over the counter and caressed it.

“Are you.” You paused and blinked away the tears threatening to spill. “Are you cheating on me?” You watched how he went from looking confused, to hurt to angry.

“Are you kidding me right now? Why would you think I’m cheating on you.” He defensively stated which caught you off guard a bit. “Why are you getting so defensive? All I did was ask a question.”

“A dumb question Y/N I’d never fucking cheat on you and for you to just sit up here and assume something like that honestly is insane.”

“Insane? Says the man that puts his phone on mute now, says the man that takes his calls outside now and says the fucking man that lays his phone down flat down so I’m not able to see the screen, you’re the one giving me all of these reason to act like this!” You yelled back at him.

Jack massaged his temples and sighed heavily. “You know I really can’t deal with you right now you’re insane you know that?” You scoffed and rolled your eyes.

“You already said that and need I remind you there is a reason as to why I act like this, did you forget? Or do you just not care.” You mumbled.

It was quiet for a few minutes before Jack’s phone started ringing. “What’s her name?” You asked him. “Jesus, are you being serious right now? I’m not cheating on you Y/N.”

“So why are you being so secretive with me? The other day you said you were going out with Nemo just to find out you’re at some restaurant doing who knows what with who knows who, look if you’re seeing someone else it’s best you tell me now.” You crossed your arms over your chest and looked down trying your best to embrace yourself.

“Y/N.” He sighed and you heard the sound of the stool he sat on being pushed back before hearing his footsteps approaching you. “Can you look at me please?” You looked up slowly seeing Jack had tears of his own in his eyes.

“The reason I’ve been sneaking around is because I’ve been planning on proposing to you.” You watched as he reached behind him and took a small box out his box he opened it up and revealed a sparking diamond engagement ring.

“Jack.” You gasped and covered your mouth with your hands you didn’t know what to say you definitely felt like an asshole right about now. “I didn’t mean to make it seem as if I was being secretive I just didn’t really know how else to plan this since we’re always around each other.”

“I’m sorry Jack I feel so stupid now.” You groaned which made him laugh. “It’s okay baby you didn’t know but what you said hurt Y/N, I’d never do you dirty I love you way too much, we’re locked in on this forever remember?”

You nodded your head. “I know I just feel so bad now.” You we’re so embarrassed you knew you shouldn’t have overreacted.

“Don’t feel bad because trust me I can think of a million ways that you could make it up to me.” He wiggled his eyebrows and you rolled your eyes.

“So what happens now?” You asked him.

“Well I guess just act like you’re surprised when I purpose in front of everyone alright?” You smiled and nodded. “I can do that.” You told him and leaned into his touch.

“I love you Jack.” You whispered in his ear and placed a soft kiss to his neck. “I love you too, even though you literally just gave me a heart attack.”

“Whatever just be glad I didn’t set your shit on fire.” He pulled back and looked down at you with his eyebrows raised. “Do I need to get fire insurance?”

“I’m just kidding baby I’d never do that… or would I.” You both laughed. The rest of the night was spent cuddled up downstairs together.

The two of you discussed what color your wedding should be and who should be invited and the entire time you were rambling away Jack couldn’t help but to smile and admire you. He couldn’t wait to spend forever with you.

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