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hullomoon · 2 years ago

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hullomoon’s 2022 works: part eight

it’s the end of the year, which means it’s time for a work round-up! this year i really tipped into being podfic heavy (and more multifandom!). if you haven’t yet, check out my 2019 roundup, 2020 roundup, and 2021 roundup! all works are ordered in chronological posting order.

[podfic] amongst the rubble and stone | Stranger Things | Ronance | 46:59

When Alice finally gets the letter that tells her she’s been accepted into Emerson, they slowly send her all of the admissions information required as well as the information about her accommodation and her new roommate for freshman year. Someone called ‘Nancy Wheeler’ sounds both pretty harmless and like someone who would be, at the very least, easy to live with if not be friends with. So, going in, Alice isn’t expecting a ‘friends forever’ pact and camp-style braided bracelets, but she also isn’t expecting the girl that Nancy Wheeler ends up being.

[podfic] i got new rules (i count ‘em) | A League of Their Own | Greta-centric | 09:48

They become her unspoken rules, her sanctuary and her prison protected by armor of eyeliner and red lipstick:

One: Always be seen in the company of a man when you’re in public.

Two: Don’t get too close.

Three: Don’t fall in love.

[podfic] The Big Chill | Schitt’s Creek | David/Patrick | 1:40:34

David Rose learns to thaw while being chilled.

❄️ A modern-day Ice Age AU. ❄️

[Podfic] just a little bit of magic | Schitt’s Creek | Alexis/Twyla | 15:28

Twyla Sands has always known the day that she would meet her true love.

[podfic] exeunt ; enter stage | Stranger Things | Steve-centric | mature | 59:23

Nancy inhaled slowly as she took a meaningful step towards him. Steve's eyes flickered back over to her instinctively, and he got a firsthand view of how her face had crumpled, eyes wide and shining and worried. "Steve," Nancy said, slow, gentle, quiet, like she was trying to calm a cornered wild animal. "None of us said those things."

Steve's mouth opened, words piling on the tip of his tongue: what, so I was just hallucinating, then? he wanted to ask, nearly did ask, and then he realized—heart stopping in his chest and the floor very suddenly feeling like it had been ripped out beneath him—that was exactly what was happening.

Steve's jaw shut with a click.

"Oh," Steve breathed shakily. Oh, fuck.

Vecna curses Steve. As you could imagine, it isn't a very good time.

[podfic] and yet i love her | A League of Their Own | Max/Esther | mature | 15:27

“You need to get up now or I’ll be keeping you in bed all day,” Es says with a lascivious grin. It’s an empty threat, and they both know it - it’s not like they could ever risk being caught in here together, but it’s enough to make Max laugh and swing her legs over the edge of the bed.

“Save that for after we win the game,” she tells her, and begins to dress before they can distract each other.

('I love you', Esther said. No woman has ever told Max they love her before.)

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Esther says 'I love you'; Max wonders if she's ready to say it back.

[podfic] i wanna make a supersonic man (out of you) | Stranger Things | Lucas & Steve | 22:01

Lucas is the man of the group, he knows this. He's got to be the man, like Steve, and wear polos and khakis and come between evil and the weak and be a lady killer and a charming, funny, sweet guy. Like Steve who has started hanging out with Eddie Munson and getting piercings and wearing eyeliner and not being the man Lucas thought he was.

“Steve is that an earring?” says Dustin, at one of his highest pitches, slap bang in the middle of one of Eddie’s tirades.

Everyone pauses. Number one, you never interrupt Eddie, especially not during D&D. Number two, what? (Lucas has strong suspicions he can’t let Max ever find out about this, or she’s going to break-up with him and become a full-time Steve admirer.)

They all lean forwards.

Steve shifts slightly uncomfortably, but he looks amused. “Yeah.” He shrugs. And there it is, a single tiny silver hoop in his left ear. Lucas stares, amazed.

“You’re a guy,” says Lucas, without thinking about it.

Steve only laughs. “I am aware, Lucas, thank you.”

[podfic] Exactly Like You | Check Please! | Bitty/Kent | 09:12

in which, Kent V Parson is an ENORMOUS sap. But quietly, inside his head, because he knows being all possessive and shit is not Healthy Relationship Goals and he is trying for that. Eric is worth trying for.

[podfic] Things We Do For Love | Stranger Things | Dustin & Steve, Steddie | 04:57

When Steve starts to feel a little left out of the 'nerd culture' talk and references, Dustin helps him catch up on the most important bits.

[podfic] Bells All Ring, Horns All Blow | Schitt’s Creek | David/Patrick | 01:24:43

“Um, I can’t—I’m not going home." Patrick says. "Not, ah, not this time. There’s a lot of ice in the forecast.” It feels just like the excuse it is when he says it out loud, and he remembers his mom’s disappointed oh over the phone earlier when he told her the same thing.

To his relief, David nods. Stevie looks at him funny, but she’s usually doing that so he doesn’t take it too personally. “That’s probably good,” David says.

“Just because you don’t want to move the overflow shelving on the twenty-sixth,” Patrick says, but David holds up a hand.

“It’ll be fun to have you around,” David says. It’s more honest than he usually is, which he realizes a few seconds after Patrick does, lips twisting up in self-deprecation.

Patrick nods hesitantly as a plan takes shape in his head. He thought for David’s birthday that maybe...but he can try again. He can do it right this time.

Or, Patrick and David find a different way to each other.

my 201st Schitt's Creek Work

#hullomoon podfics #ronance #alexis rose x twyla sands #greta gill #david rose x patrick brewer #steve harrington #stranger things #a league of their own #schitts creek #max x esther #lucas sinclair #bitty/kent #dustin henderson #steddie #long post

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bpd-angelcake · 8 months ago

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guess who's back 🙃

tw: lots of ed mention

hi lol where do I even begin first off like... lmao every time I come back on this blog I think of that one ask that I got that was like "do u come back on here when things are bad??" and no lmao not always

life hasn't been bad it's just been busy im always busy i work a full time job and my social life has been the busiest it's ever been and im thankful because I love my irl friends so much and I do love my job as annoying as it can be and idk things aren't bad. they're not.

but I know my mental health hasn't been the best lately and I can't even blame my bpd. I had a really bad episode at the beginning of February and I tried pushing all my friends away because I thought they were over me and didn't take me seriously and they all came back to me literally crying wondering what was wrong and I felt so shitty and they don't know I have bpd (I don't talk about it in person unless we're going to date because I hate when people perceive me a certain way once they find out I'm not normal lmao) so we had to get in a circle and talk it out it was so rough but honestly I have never felt more secure in a friend group before in my life it makes me so sick thinking about it because idk what I'd do if anything were to change but whatever.

but idk I was doing so good with myself I was on top of my skincare and keeping my room clean and following through with things and idk everything just fell through the cracks and I feel like I have no control over anything in my life once more. I'm trying so hard to be better but it's hard. I just started saving money again because I spent so much of it the past few months and I'm so disappointed with how bad my spending got and it wasn't even for a good reason lol so I am trying I promise but ugh I feel like I was up there!! and I'm back at rock bottom.

Another thing that's been bugging me a lot is my weight too... back in 2020 I was so thin and I looked good and I had done it the right way by dieting and exercising but covid came and I got into that toxic relationship and I gained so much weight back and I look in the mirror and I am so disgusted with myself and I hate it. I see all these cute plus size girls on social media and I literally love them and think they're so beautiful but I look at myself and I can't even deal. I have to be a bridesmaid for a wedding in October and im dreading it because I'm going to look so bad....

I ordered a cosplay a few months ago and it came a week ago and it didn't even fit 🙃 I almost had a full mental breakdown about it and tbh I am 90% sure it ran small (not cutting myself slack because I know I'm fat but I also know how to measure clothes) but it made me so upset I literally relapsed and I've barely eaten this whole week. I tried to eat a spoonful of rice because I was so lightheaded the second it touched my mouth I threw it up.

And now I feel so fucking lame because I'll go on edtwt and see these girls posting their stuff and they're all in their teens and it's like.... I'm in my 20's dude I shouldn't be doing this shit anymore but I do and I hate it because it's all I know and it's so comforting because I'm literally a professional at it like I know all the tips and tricks I know what to do when I accidentally binge I know how to curb cravings and what excuses to say when I don't want to eat in front of people it's so sad because I thought I was over this but I guess not.

I haven't weighed myself yet, I was going to do it tomorrow but ugh all I need is to see that number go down or else I might kill myself because I can't do this anymore!!!! this is my life I feel like I'm 14 again in the worse way. IDK I might start posting more about it (with tags ofc) so if that's not your thing I understand but it's all I have to make me feel better and I'm not looking for advice I'm not looking for tips I just want to vent and if you're going to judge me do it kindly please lmao bye

#please tell me kiki!!

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kabutone · 8 months ago

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tiktok making me mad again

a lot of people have been saying “is xyz what it takes for you to care?? look at the suffering happening how could you not care!!” but like girl . that really is what it takes. palestine has been occupied for like 75 years but it took a genocide to really kickstart the free palestine movement (even though it did exist before oct 7).

BLM has been around for way longer before 2020 but it took multiple murders of black ppl by police for people to actually start to care. yes there are people that have been listening since before then, people that have been around since before these movements became so big, but it really does take generations of suffering and then it has to culminate in one big bloody, gory catastrophe to get people to care.

and i am watching yall ignore the millions of covid deaths! i’m asking YOU how you can turn a blind eye to SO MUCH SUFFERING. apparently it’s really easy. how much longer do we have to suffer until you care? how many more people must die before you do something? we reached the “tipping point” long ago and you’re going to your protests without masks.

i’m not asking everyone to dedicate their lives to doing everything for every cause. i’m only asking you to do what you can. cause when everyone does a little bit, it makes a big impact. everyone showing support for palestine is putting pressure on the government to call for a ceasefire (not a permanent one yet 🙄 but it’s something). this way, it’s not just the palestinians all by themselves, they have the support of millions. i’m still pissed that everyone seemed to give up on BLM before much effective change was made though. but yall refuse to mask!!! if everyone wore masks out, the BARE MINIMUM, imagine how many lives we could save.

the truth is covid is getting worse. the gov is trying to hide the deaths and long term damage the pandemic is doing, but you don’t see it even when it’s right in front of your face. we’ve been constantly suffering in silence for years and our pleas for help are consistently falling on deaf ears. it’s especially maddening when it’s people who claim to want to help, who want to do the right thing, and then refuse effective options for more performative and showy ones.

but i guess wearing a mask actually requires you to DO something. it’s easier to just make posts. you get to post a video of yourself doing poses, AND you get give yourself a pat on the back for making minuscule effort. that’s the extent that your care goes though. but to actually INCONVENIENCE yourself for a cause? ew!! yeah people are dying but… we can’t expect you to go out of your way in the slightest, it’s too much. so, you settle for telling people they’re horrible for not using a tiktok sound, because it’s so easy. it’s really a bad look when the most effort you’ll go to is less than the bare minimum and then you have the nerve to act like it’s the height of activism. it’s so frustrating for there to be better, more effective solutions and people go ‘umm… no…. i COULD help, and i know i said i wanted to, but actually i just wanna make posts and that��s it.’

and for the people that HAVE been doing actual work, like going to protests, donating e sims, contacting their reps, these are the people that are ACTUALLY living their politics and not just trying to look good online. and it’s working!! but i implore you to please please please consider the impact your actions. if you’re putting in effort, you’re someone that truly cares about helping people. just wearing a mask is not only an easy solution, but it’s highly effective. a lot of us feel hopeless bc individually, how do we help people suffering across the world? we can’t personally go help, so we can just do our best to get the government to listen and fucking stop killing people. it’s kinda hard to make a direct impact, but that’s why it’s so important that we have a LOT of people trying. it’s the same with every movement ever. but with masking you are directly helping the people around you, immediately. it’s low effort, but very very high impact. if you want real change to happen, invest in things that will make the biggest impact!!

anyway, kill the eugenicist in your head that tells you certain lives are disposable!!!!

#people say this is going to change them forever. but will it?#or will you care while it’s trendy and go ‘back to normal’ when you’re bored?#anyway . mad . mad #i think a lot of people just do not fucking mean what they say #or don’t believe what they say they do #and it’s so frustrating

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toughgirlchallenges · 2 years ago

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Emily Pennington - Adventurer, solo traveler and Author of “Feral: Losing Myself and Finding My Way in America’s National Parks”

Emily is an adventurer, solo traveler, mountaineer, quote collector, and all around lover of things that get people out of their comfort zones. Put on her first international flight at 3 weeks old, she's been adventuring in one way or another ever since.

From wandering the forests of Sweden alone at the age of nine, to solo trekking in the Himalayas of India, to joining the circus as a professional aerialist, Emily is a big fan of the "just get out there and do it" mentality. She considers it her mission in life to inspire others to go outside, travel, and get curious about everything. As John Muir so aptly put it, "going out is really going in.”

Emily is a columnist and longtime contributor to Outside. Her work has appeared in The New York Times, The Guardian, Condé Nast Traveler, Lonely Planet, Adventure Journal, REI, and Backpacker, among others.

Emily has visited every national park in the United States, and her book Feral: Losing Myself and Finding My Way in America’s National Parks, came out in February 2023.

About Feral: A bracing memoir about self-discovery, liberating escape, and moving forward across an adventurous and volatile American landscape. One year. One national park at a time.

“After a decade as an assistant to high-powered LA executives, Emily Pennington left behind her structured life and surrendered to the pull of the great outdoors. With a tight budget, meticulous routing, and a temperamental minivan she named Gizmo, Emily embarked on a yearlong road trip to sixty-two national parks, hell-bent on a single goal: getting through the adventure in one piece. She was instantly thrust into more chaos than she’d bargained for and found herself on an unpredictable journey rocked by a gutting romantic breakup, a burgeoning pandemic, wildfires, and other seismic challenges that threatened her safety, her sanity, and the trip itself.

What began as an intrepid obsession soon evolved into a life-changing experience. Navigating the tangle of life’s unexpected sucker punches, Feral invites readers along on Emily’s grand, blissful, and sometimes perilous journey, where solitude, resilience, self-reliance, and personal transformation run wild.”

We first spoke with Emily on 17th December 2019. You can listen to that episode here - https://www.toughgirlchallenges.com/single-post/emily-pennington

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You can support the Tough Girl mission to increase the amount of female role models in the media - especially in relation to adventure and physical challenge by signing up as a patron. www.patreon.com/toughgirlpodcast. Thank you.

Show Notes

Who is Emily

Working as a journalist and writing for; The New York Times, The Guardian, Condé Nast Traveler and Lonely Planet

Speaking to Emily on the Tough Girl Podcast - 17th December 2019. You can listen to that episode here

Going back to early 2020

Saving up $30K for the adventure of a lifetime

Having a goal to visit all 62 National Parks in the United States

How Covid impacted her life and work as a travel journalist

Having a home base in LA and quitting her job

Starting her adventure on 6th January 2020

Living out of her mini van #VanLife and what life was really like while on the road

Being mindful of climate change and the impact her travel would have

The transition to full time travel and living in a different way

Having anxiety about travelling especially solo travel

Expectations verses reality

The importance of having downtime while travelling

Tips for managing her anxiety

Leaning into meditation, online therapy, and medication

Being caught in the smoke from the wild fires

National Parks and the amount of people wanting to use the space

The challenges of meeting people while being on the road and the challenges during covid

Magical moments

Adventuring with a partner and the impact on their relationship

Spending time in Alaska

Thinking about what home really means

The writing experience and why it was like intensive therapy everyday for 6 months

Reflecting back on the journey and the experience of writing the book

The key takeaways from the experience

The importance of rest and scheduling in downtime

Getting comfortable sitting with discomfort

Making better choices and having more compassion

Wanting to travel to meaningful places and learn more about herself

Deciding to move to Colorado and work full time as a writer

Reflecting on her quality of life and wanting to spend more time in the mountains

Plans for a second and third book

How to connect with Emily

Final words of advice for women who want to go on a big trip or take on a new adventure

Social Media

Website: www.brazenbackpacker.com

Instagram: @brazenbackpacker

Twitter: @BrazenBackpack

Book: Feral: Losing Myself and Finding My Way in America’s National Parks

Check out this episode!

#podcast #women #sports #health #motivation #challenges #change #adventure #active #wellness #explore #grow #support #encourage #running #swimming #triathlon #exercise #weights

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wildanimalqueendom · 2 years ago

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Thoughts: End of one month, start of the next

So, I’ve never had a “blog” before, not even really good at social media. In my mind, my thought is, who really gives a shit about my thoughts and daily life? However this isn’t about anyone else but me, so here we go:

I am turning 32 years old in the middle of this month. That being said, isn’t there some type of weird obligation involved with this age? I’m talking marriage, kids, purchased home, financial stability, etc. Newsflash, none of these apply to me. I’ve been single for too many years to count, too selfish to be responsible for a child, and massive 2020 layoffs ended my financial stability and murdered my dream of owning my own home so what now? Now because of my specific circumstances part of me almost feels left behind, like I don’t fit the mold. And I’m okay with that, I’ve always been aware that is who I am, but now I can truly feel it.

Anyways, because I am this way, I’ve always been an ultimate party girl, drinking, maybe dabbling in a few extra things in moderation, sleeping late, and being irresponsible and let me tell you it’s been a hell of a lot of fun!! However during 2020/2021 I went through 2 separate layoffs at 2 separate jobs on 2 separate occasions that really changed the course of my life.

The first layoff was the worst. I worked for this company for 5 years, worked my way up, moved constantly, was super flexible, and pretty much gave up my actual life for their corporate life and I loved it. When they let me go, I felt like I got broken up with. I was devastated and sad and I had to uproot my entire life and move to another city and everything. Everything changed for me, the people surrounding me changed, my job obviously changed, and I had to move away from the beach to 4 hours inland to a big city with more opportunity obviously, but less tranquility. Luckily they gave me way too much money for severance (probably given the circumstances surrounding the pandemic) and I ended up having the adult summer of my dreams. Wake up late, get my nails done, hit the pool and start drinking midday, be trash wasted by the afternoon, go out on the town and do it all over again. It seemed fun at the time, until it wasn’t. By the end of the summer, I realized a job I had set myself up with was a total fraud, I had blown through my savings, and I was drinking way too heavily for comfort (maybe I’ll tell you about my alcoholic father if I can remember to keep posting regularly) At this point, I could no longer afford to pay for alcohol and stuff and all the feelings and all the anxiety hit me all at once. It’s like I was using those things to not feel what I was feeling about losing my life. It was a really hard pill to swallow when I had to start delivering food from door dash and working part time at Bath & Body Works (which in hindsight may have saved me) I was college educated with professional experience from a world-renown company. I’m not supposed to be delivering udon noodles to rich people who don’t tip.

By this time, it was September 2020 and I did this until January 2021 when I landed a job in the mortgage industry.

I coasted through that job, started day drinking AT WORK with my coworkers and slowly started to realize I was still not happy 7 months later. I then got another job which brings me to my 2nd and most important layoff. First of all, I WAS SHOCKED it hit me like a bus. And I thought I was never going to catch a break.

After that, it hit me. Maybe not like a specific thought out of nowhere, or a life lesson I felt I had learned, but something within me that I didn’t know was there came out and turned savage. I started doing any and everything to make money. Cleaning houses, taking temp jobs, door dashing, packing houses, and when I wasn’t doing that I was on the computer or my phone applying, interviewing, screening. I didnt stop. This is also the moment I became even more grateful for my family than ever. Family members that owned businesses paid me to work and that helped tremendously. Again, couldn’t afford to go out, couldn’t afford to drink or smoke. Those items all of a sudden seemed so unimportant. I had the free time during the week days to spend on focusing on fitness and myself and that changed my whole mental game.

One day, a recruiter called me and laid out on the table a job position that I knew could not be real. Well it is, and I’ve been doing it for 7 months now. I finally feel like I’m in a job I belong in. And the reliance of alcohol to calm my anxieties has tapered although to be honest I’m not sober.

My New Years resolution was to become that bad bitch I started to embody in 2022. To wake up early, not drink heavily, work hard, and work even harder on myself. Januarys goal was to start creating habits to follow through life and creating routines.

To review myself : no real routine is set in place and I may have gotten up early like 5 times the whole month. But, the mentality is definitely there and I know I want it and I think about it constantly.

February: working on perfecting these routines - I’d give myself a 25% for effort and for wanting it but 75% of me is holding myself back when I ignore the importance of a morning routine. It’ll delay the success of the day if I sleep through the morning and go straight into work.

This blog is here to help me keep site of my why (explained above) and to track my habits overtime

Today’s successes :

woke up at 6:50 admittedly hit snooze 2x

morning yoga @ 7am

Showered/hygiene

Made breakfast

Brushed teeth (don’t think I’m crazy when you work from home 3 days a week that’s a hard one to remember!!)

****I think these are successes because what is listed is the morning routine I want to have but also seem to want to sleep through at the same time****

****disclaimer****

I am very fortunate to have an incredible family that helped me through times I struggled both mentally and financially. We are not a wealthy family but we all work hard and lift each other up and I don’t know what I would do with our them.

I don’t want to be perfect I just want to be a bad ass sparkle glam fairy who has a hell of a lot of fun but works just as hard to earn the fun. I want to be confident in my decisions and not always scared to lose everything because lose or win, it’s never permanent.

#mental heath support #layoffs #employees #substance use mention #new year new me #my why

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simpstyle · 5 years ago

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The Working Girl: Tips On Saving In 2020

New year, new money! One goal everyone should have is making sure that they save a little bit of money. Everyone will argue and say instead of saving you should invest; we agree but sometimes having a little extra money on the side really helps a lot.

Here are some quick and easy ways to make a little extra cash. It’s 2020, if they don’t want to give us this extra money we’re gonna have to take it!

Start a small business - turn that hobby into money!

Who said you can’t make a little extra cash. There’s always someone willing to pay you to do something they can’t or just don’t want to do (hair, nails, food, organizing etc.)

Sell your unwanted items

STOP BEING A HOARDER! This one is for my girls just like me; we have to much stuff and not enough space. It’s time detox and sell the thing we definitely know we don’t want, need or use anymore. Using websites like Poshmark or even your social media platform can get you a few extra dollars to spend. If you have some luxury items, try websites like The Real Real also.

Online Tutor

Are you in a field that college students could benefit from or even want to be in? We’re you oddly good at a subject in school? There are plenty of places looking for after school tutors. The best part is you can work it around your schedule and get paid a decent amount!

Pet lover or Kids Lover - Babysitting

Pick your poison, I’ve done this and it’s great! Walk a dog in your free time or babysit for a few hours and BOMB let the quick money roll in! Plenty of sites you can apply on within minutes!

Survey Junkie!

Plenty of companies are looking for our opinions- music, politics, articles etc. some places even start at $10 for on review!

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puttingherinhistory · 3 years ago

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“Covid has unleashed the most severe setback to women’s liberation in my lifetime. While watching this happen, I have started to think we are witnessing an outbreak of disaster patriarchy.

Naomi Klein was the first to identify “disaster capitalism”, when capitalists use a disaster to impose measures they couldn’t possibly get away with in normal times, generating more profit for themselves. Disaster patriarchy is a parallel and complementary process, where men exploit a crisis to reassert control and dominance, and rapidly erase hard-earned women’s rights. (The term “racialized disaster patriarchy” was used by Rachel E Luft in writing about an intersectional model for understanding disaster 10 years after Hurricane Katrina.) All over the world, patriarchy has taken full advantage of the virus to reclaim power – on the one hand, escalating the danger and violence to women, and on the other, stepping in as their supposed controller and protector.

I have spent months interviewing activists and grassroots leaders around the world, from Kenya to France to India, to find out how this process is affecting them, and how they are fighting back. In very different contexts, five key factors come up again and again. In disaster patriarchy, women lose their safety, their economic power, their autonomy, their education, and they are pushed on to the frontlines, unprotected, to be sacrificed.

Part of me hesitates to use the word “patriarchy”, because some people feel confused by it, and others feel it’s archaic. I have tried to imagine a newer, more contemporary phrase for it, but I have watched how we keep changing language, updating and modernising our descriptions in an attempt to meet the horror of the moment. I think, for example, of all the names we have given to the act of women being beaten by their partner. First, it was battery, then domestic violence, then intimate partner violence, and most recently intimate terrorism. We are forever doing the painstaking work of refining and illuminating, rather than insisting the patriarchs work harder to deepen their understanding of a system that is eviscerating the planet. So, I’m sticking with the word.

In this devastating time of Covid we have seen an explosion of violence towards women, whether they are cisgender or gender-diverse. Intimate terrorism in lockdown has turned the home into a kind of torture chamber for millions of women. We have seen the spread of revenge porn as lockdown has pushed the world online; such digital sexual abuse is now central to domestic violence as intimate partners threaten to share sexually explicit images without victims’ consent.

The conditions of lockdown – confinement, economic insecurity, fear of illness, excess of alcohol – were a perfect storm for abuse. It is hard to determine what is more disturbing: the fact that in 2021 thousands of men still feel willing and entitled to control, torture and beat their wives, girlfriends and children, or that no government appears to have thought about this in their planning for lockdown.

In Peru, hundreds of women and girls have gone missing since lockdown was imposed, and are feared dead. According to official figures reported by Al Jazeera, 606 girls and 309 women went missing between 16 March and 30 June last year. Worldwide, the closure of schools has increased the likelihood of various forms of violence. The US Rape Abuse and Incest National Network says its helpline for survivors of sexual assault has never been in such demand in its 26-year history, as children are locked in with abusers with no ability to alert their teachers or friends. In Italy, calls to the national anti-violence toll-free number increased by 73% between 1 March and 16 April 2020, according to the activist Luisa Rizzitelli. In Mexico, emergency call handlers received the highest number of calls in the country’s history, and the number of women who sought domestic violence shelters quadrupled.

To add outrage to outrage, many governments reduced funding for these shelters at the exact moment they were most needed. This seems to be true throughout Europe. In the UK, providers told Human Rights Watch that the Covid-19 crisis has exacerbated a lack of access to services for migrant and Black, Asian and minority ethnic women. The organisations working with these communities say that persistent inequality leads to additional difficulties in accessing services such as education, healthcare and disaster relief remotely.

In the US, more than 5 million women’s jobs were lost between the start of the pandemic and November 2020. Because much of women’s work requires physical contact with the public – restaurants, stores, childcare, healthcare settings – theirs were some of the first to go. Those who were able to keep their jobs were often frontline workers whose positions have put them in great danger; some 77% of hospital workers and 74% percent of school staff are women. Even then, the lack of childcare options left many women unable to return to their jobs. Having children does not have this effect for men. The rate of unemployment for Black and Latina women was higher before the virus, and now it is even worse.

The situation is more severe for women in other parts of the world. Shabnam Hashmi, a leading women’s activist from India, tells me that by April 2020 a staggering 39.5% of women there had lost their jobs. “Work from home is very taxing on women as their personal space has disappeared, and workload increased threefold,” Hashmi says. In Italy, existing inequalities have been amplified by the health emergency. Rizzitelli points out that women already face lower employment, poorer salaries and more precarious contracts, and are rarely employed in “safe” corporate roles; they have been the first to suffer the effects of the crisis. “Pre-existing economic, social, racial and gender inequalities have been accentuated, and all of this risks having longer-term consequences than the virus itself,” Rizzitelli says.

When women are put under greater financial pressure, their rights rapidly erode. With the economic crisis created by Covid, sex- and labour-trafficking are again on the rise. Young women who struggle to pay their rent are being preyed on by landlords, in a process known as “sextortion”.

I don’t think we can overstate the level of exhaustion, anxiety and fear that women are suffering from taking care of families, with no break or time for themselves. It’s a subtle form of madness. As women take care of the sick, the needy and the dying, who takes care of them? Colani Hlatjwako, an activist leader from the Kingdom of Eswatini, sums it up: “Social norms that put a heavy caregiving burden on women and girls remain likely to make their physical and mental health suffer.” These structures also impede access to education, damage livelihoods, and strip away sources of support.

Unesco estimates that upward of 11 million girls may not return to school once the Covid pandemic subsides. The Malala Fund estimates an even bigger number: 20 million. Phumzile Mlambo-Ngcuka, from UN Women, says her organisation has been fighting for girls’ education since the Beijing UN women’s summit in 1995. “Girls make up the majority of the schoolchildren who are not going back,” she says. “We had been making progress – not perfect, but we were keeping them at school for longer. And now, to have these girls just dropping out in one year, is quite devastating.”

Of all these setbacks, this will be the most significant. When girls are educated, they know their rights, and what to demand. They have the possibility of getting jobs and taking care of their families. When they can’t access education, they become a financial strain to their families and are often forced into early marriages.

This has particular implications for female genital mutilation (FGM). Often, fathers will accept not subjecting their daughters to this process because their daughters can become breadwinners through being educated. If there is no education, then the traditional practices resume, so that daughters can be sold for dowries. As Agnes Pareyio, chairwoman of the Kenyan Anti-Female Genital Mutilation Board, tells me: “Covid closed our schools and brought our girls back home. No one knew what was going on in the houses. We know that if you educate a girl, FGM will not happen. And now, sadly the reverse is true.”

In the early months of the pandemic, I had a front-row seat to the situation of nurses in the US, most of whom are women. I worked with National Nurses United, the biggest and most radical nurses’ union, and interviewed many nurses working on the frontline. I watched as for months they worked gruelling 12-hour shifts filled with agonising choices and trauma, acting as midwives to death. On their short lunch breaks, they had to protest over their own lack of personal protective equipment, which put them in even greater danger. In the same way that no one thought what it would mean to lock women and children in houses with abusers, no one thought what it would be like to send nurses into an extremely contagious pandemic without proper PPE. In some US hospitals, nurses were wearing garbage bags instead of gowns, and reusing single-use masks many times. They were being forced to stay on the job even if they had fevers.

The treatment of nurses who were risking their lives to save ours was a shocking kind of violence and disrespect. But there are many other areas of work where women have been left unprotected, from the warehouse workers who are packing and shipping our goods, to women who work in poultry and meat plants who are crammed together in dangerous proximity and forced to stay on the job even when they are sick. One of the more stunning developments has been with “tipped” restaurant workers in the US, already allowed to be paid the shockingly low wage of $2.13 (£1.50) an hour, which has remained the same for the past 22 years. Not only has work declined, tips have also declined greatly for those women, and now a new degradation called “maskular harassment” has emerged, where male customers insist waitresses take off their masks so they can determine if and how much to tip them based on their looks.

Women farm workers in the US have seen their protections diminished while no one was looking. Mily Treviño-Sauceda, executive director of Alianza Nacional de Campesinas, tells me how pressures have increased on campesinas, or female farm workers: “There have been more incidents of pesticides poisonings, sexual abuse and heat stress issues, and there is less monitoring from governmental agencies or law enforcement due to Covid-19.”

Covid has revealed the fact that we live with two incompatible ideas when it comes to women. The first is that women are essential to every aspect of life and our survival as a species. The second is that women can easily be violated, sacrificed and erased. This is the duality that patriarchy has slashed into the fabric of existence, and that Covid has laid bare. If we are to continue as a species, this contradiction needs to be healed and made whole.

To be clear, the problem is not the lockdowns, but what the lockdowns, and the pandemic that required them, have made clear. Covid has revealed that patriarchy is alive and well; that it will reassert itself in times of crisis because it has never been truly deconstructed, and like an untreated virus it will return with a vengeance when the conditions are ripe.

The truth is that unless the culture changes, unless patriarchy is dismantled, we will forever be spinning our wheels. Coming out of Covid, we need to be bold, daring, outrageous and to imagine a more radical way of existing on the Earth. We need to continue to build and spread activist movements. We need progressive grassroots women and women of colour in positions of power. We need a global initiative on the scale of a Marshall Plan or larger, to deconstruct and exorcise patriarchy – which is the root of so many other forms of oppression, from imperialism to racism, from transphobia to the denigration of the Earth.

There would first be a public acknowledgment, and education, about the nature of patriarchy and an understanding that it is driving us to our end. There would be ongoing education, public forums and processes studying how patriarchy leads to various forms of oppression. Art would help expunge trauma, grief, aggression, sorrow and anger in the culture and help heal and make people whole. We would understand that a culture that has diabolical amnesia and refuses to address its past can only repeat its misfortunes and abuses. Community and religious centres would help members deal with trauma. We would study the high arts of listening and empathy. Reparations and apologies would be done in public forums and in private meetings. Learning the art of apology would be as important as prayer.

The feminist author Gerda Lerner wrote in 1986: “The system of patriarchy in a historic construct has a beginning and it will have an end. Its time seems to have nearly run its course. It no longer serves the needs of men and women, and its intractable linkage to militarism, hierarchy and racism has threatened the very existence of life on Earth.”

As powerful as patriarchy is, it’s just a story. As the post-pandemic era unfolds, can we imagine another system, one that is not based on hierarchy, violence, domination, colonialisation and occupation? Do we see the connection between the devaluing, harming and oppression of all women and the destruction of the Earth itself? What if we lived as if we were kin? What if we treated each person as sacred and essential to the unfolding story of humanity?

What if rather than exploiting, dominating and hurting women and girls during a crisis, we designed a world that valued them, educated them, paid them, listened to them, cared for them and centred them?“

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queenshelby · 3 years ago

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Roommates – Part Eleven

Pairing: Cillian Murphy x Reader

Words: 3,534

Warning: Angst, Pregnancy, Smut

Note: This plays in 2020. It’s all fiction and not based on Cillian’s real life and family.

For the past week there was nothing but radio silence from Laura and Cillian had been away filming a short movie in the UK during lockdown which you hoped got his mind of everything that was happening.

He returned to Dublin just before your birthday and, whilst restrictions in Ireland had temporarily eased, he now had to self-isolate at home for 14 days.

Of course, you were waiting for him eagerly knowing that your three days of abstinence would now come to an end.

‘Well, hello friend. How was your trip?’ you smirked as you sat at the kitchen table in black lace lingerie, waiting for him.

‘I don’t think we should have sex Y/N. I should keep my distance from everyone even inside my home’ Cillian chuckled although, clearly, going by the bulge in his jeans he was happy to see you.

‘I will take my chance Cillian. Despite, it’s my birthday tomorrow and I do need you to fuck me. You promised, remember?’ you giggled and seductively spread your legs wide, causing him to swallow harshly.

‘I still cannot believe that I am hearing those words come from your mouth after 12 fucking years’ Cillian chuckled.

‘Well, you better get used to it. According to the news, we will likely be in lockdown until 2021 and, as you can tell by now, I have a very high sex drive and finally found someone who can satisfy my needs’ you laughed as you unclasped your bra, letting it drop down to the floor.

‘How can I argue with that?’ Cillian barely managed to say before beginning to smirk. ‘Let me go and have a shower and, when I come back, I will take care of you’ Cillian said before kissing you passionately.

‘I will fuck you so hard that you will be sore tomorrow Y/N’ he then whispered into your ear after your lips drifted apart and before giving your earlobe a little bite.

‘Go and hurry Cilly, I am fucking aching for you’ you smiled brightly, causing Cillian to laugh.

‘You are a horny little minx aren’t you? Go and wait in the bedroom for me’ Cillian smirked before disappearing into the bathroom.

‘Which one?’ you asked.

‘You choose’ he responded.

***

You sat down on Cillian’s bed and waited patiently for him in your black lace panties.

Luckily for you, he only took ten minutes in the shower and stumbled into the bedroom completely naked without losing any time whatsoever.

When you saw his cock, hard and ready for you, you couldn’t help but smirk and bite your lips in anticipation of what was to come.

Finally, Cillian met you on the bed and pulled you into another passionate kiss. This time, he held nothing back, and without losing any time, you shoved him down on the bed.

‘Are you still all saved up for me?’ you asked, taking Cillian’s cock in your hand and gently running a finger over the tip.

‘I haven't wasted a drop’ he smirked, but you found it hard to believe. Cillian’s sex drive was as high as yours and you didn’t think that he really didn’t masturbate for three days.

‘We'll see’ you said, raising an eyebrow. Somehow, that made your already irresistible eyes even more powerful.

‘I swear, I’ve been good Y/N. Although it was difficult as all I could think about was your mouth wrapped around my cock’ Cillian then huffed out as you kept playing with his rigid member.

‘Do you like when I suck your cock?’ you teased him, running your fingers over his cock and spreading his precum over his shaft.

‘I love when you suck my cock Y/N. You are so fucking good at it too, taking it all the way down your throat’ Cillian said. He was truly quite impressed with your oral skills.

Without another word, you gently ran your tongue up his shaft, made slow circles around the tip, and took it into your mouth. As pent up as he was, Cillian had to fight not to cum immediately. Somehow, he managed to hold back and you definitely were making up for lost time, as you devoured his cock.

Your hand moved along his shaft while you worked your tongue in feather-light movements, keeping Cillian’s cock in your mouth as you moved up and down it. You managed your speed, never going too fast, savouring the taste of him. You moaned as you worked, never taking your eyes off his.

‘That’s it Y/N, such a good fucking girl’ Cillian groaned as you continued to bob your head while one of your hands reached up to his chest, pressing your fingernails into his skin just enough for him to feel it, then lightly scratching down his stomach.

‘You look so fucking sexy with your lips wrapped around me like this’ Cillian groaned as you brought your hand back up, carefully taking hold of his balls, and slowly massaging them.

You moaned again and smiled as Cillian ran his fingers through your hair, starting to buck his hips in time with your movements.

‘Fuck’ was all he managed to grunt out in between breaths, loving all the attention you gave his cock and balls but, despite the pleasure you were giving him, he wasn’t ready to cum yet. He wanted to draw this out as long as possible and, with a muffled snarl, Cillian sat up and grabbed you by the waist.

‘I need to taste you’ he growled as you shrieked playfully as he threw you down on the bed in his place and ripped off your panties.

‘Cillian, fuck’ you huffed in response to his aggressiveness, but you truly enjoyed it.

‘You have such a perfect little pussy. I could fuck you with my tongue all day long’ Cillian said, making you moan.

‘But today, I want to hear you beg for it, Y/N. Beg for me to fuck you with my tongue’ Cillian instructed as he could smell how wet you were as he knelt in front of you. You loved when he was vocal, telling you how much he wanted you, telling you all the dirty and filthy things in his mind.

Cillian kept his eyes on you as he planted a series of gentle kisses, starting at your knee and moving up the inside of your thigh. Your breathing quickened as he got closer and closer to your pussy, but it didn't stop there. Cillian kissed all around it and the inside of your hip, then moved up along her stomach to your chest.

‘Oh for fuck sake Cillian, please just lick my pussy’ you moaned, but he wouldn’t avail.

‘Beg for it’ he growled as he brought his hands up to your breasts, teasing your hard nipples between his fingers before moving in with his tongue.

‘Please Cillian, please’ you begged, trying to get him to move back down on your body as he took your nipple in between his teeth.

‘Please what?’ Cillian asked as he flicked his tongue, then made the same circular pattern that you had done on his cock.

‘Please fuck my pussy with your tongue or your cock, I don’t care, just anything’ you moaned as you arched your back, trying to grind your hips against him.

‘I fucking love when you beg like this, you know that?’ Cillian then smirked as he wrapped an arm around your waist, pulling you close and holding you there, not allowing you to move.

‘Cillian, please’ you moaned again, finally, he moved a hand down to your pussy, feeling how sopping wet you were.

‘So, fucking wet for me already’ Cillian observed as he teased his finger along the outside, just grazing your clit as he passed.

You let out a whimpering moan, and tried to grind against his hand but Cillian pressed his palm against you, forcing you to back down onto the mattress. Then he slipped a finger just inside you, only up to the first knuckle, and slowly moved it in small circles.

‘Cillian, oh god, please’ you begged as his thumb pressed against your clit, not moving, but keeping firm pressure there.

‘Always so horny. Always wanting to be fucked. Such a dirty little girl’ Cillian huffed out as you tried to buck against him again, but he held you down, and each attempted movement caused his thumb to slip just a little, sending short sensations through you.

‘Please please please’ you pleaded again, barely able to form the words.

‘So needy, aren’t you?’ Cillian smiled, and finally pushed his finger all the way into you. You threw your head back and nearly screamed, biting your lip as Cillian allowed you to move your hips now. He pushed a second finger into you, now rubbing his thumb over your clit. You grabbed onto his wrist, moving your hips in time with his fingers, your body tensed.

‘Looks like you're about to cum all over my fingers’ Cillian said and you nodded.

‘Don't fucking stop!’ you demanded.

‘Too bad’ he then said, pulling his hand away. You tried to keep him where he was, but he slipped out of your grip and you collapsed back on the bed, out of breath and looking annoyed.

‘Not fair’ you pouted, causing Cillian to grin.

‘Alright, alright, I give you what you want you dirty little girl’ Cillian chuckled before he moved down then, kissing around your navel and running his hands up and down your sides. You put your arms over your head, closed your eyes and moaned, swaying your hips back and forth to his touch.

Cillian then kissed his way down your stomach and moved his hands along the inside of your thighs, tracing his way with light scratches. His tongue moved in feather-light strokes along the soft patch between your thigh and your hip.

‘Cillian, please, I need to cum’ you demanded and your hands were in his hair and your nails in the back of his neck. In one swift motion he moved his hands beneath you, grabbed your ass and lifted you toward him. His tongue found your clit and he made the same feathery motions.

‘You taste so fucking good’ Cillian said as your breathing came in ragged gasps now, short and sensuous.

‘Cillian’ you screamed out of the top of your lungs and, if you wanted to say more, the words were lost to a sudden gasp followed by a pleasures shriek.

Cillian took your clit into his mouth, sucking with all his might. He let you fall back down onto the bed, his fingers moving back to your pussy. He pushed two inside you without hesitation.

‘You going to cum all over my fingers?’ Cillian groaned as he felt your pussy juice running down his hand. He lapped it up, then returned to your pussy, licking and sucking all over. He ran his tongue up and down your slit, wiggled it back and forth across your clit, and never let his fingers stop pumping in and out.

You tried to talk, but everything you said was lost in incoherent babble, broken only by short shrieks and animalistic groans. Your nails dug into the back of his head, you ground yourself against his face, and Cillian felt her muscles tighten.

Your breathing became more rapid, your hips moved more violently, and you could tell you were about to cum. Just before your orgasm struck, Cillian broke away again. You tried to pull him back or hold him in place, but he was stronger than you.

‘God damn it! Why would you do that to me again?’ you asked. Cillian had never edged you before but you knew from your friend that this was a game he liked to play on occasion.

‘Because I can’ he smirked as he loved teasing you, knowing how badly you wanted him.

‘Please’ you begged again.

‘Please what?’ Cillian then asked again with a devilish smile.

‘Please let me cum’ you pouted.

‘Ask me again’ Cillian demanded.

‘Please, make me cum’ you said.

‘No’ Cillian said. ‘Don't just ask...beg. Beg for me’ Cillian demanded and you looked up at him and smiled like the brat you were.

‘This is a different side of you’ you observed.

‘You've just never seen it before. Now beg me’ Cillian demanded again.

‘What happens if I don't?’ you smirked, trying to provoke and tease him.

Cillian grabbed your wrists and slammed them down against the mattress, pinning you in place playfully. He leaned in, letting the head of his cock press against your pussy, and you let out a sharp breath.

‘Then you get nothing’ he threatened. ‘Now beg’ he smirked.

Your expression shifted, softening as you looked up at him and bit your lower lip. You continued to push your hips towards him, but he pulled back out of your reach.

‘Please’ you whined. ‘Please fuck me. Please make me cum Cillian’ you begged.

‘I'm not convinced’ he smirked and you were desperate now. ‘Please fuck me, Cillian. Give me your cock. I need it. I need to cum on your cock, please’ you begged again.

‘Louder!’ Cillian demanded, incredibly turned on by you begging for his cock,

‘I need to cum Cillian, please fuck me and make me fucking scream’ you practically screamed out and, just as you did, he pushed every inch into you all at once.

‘Oh god fucking hell yes’ you moaned as you threw yourself backwards, crying out and wrapping your arms around him to pull him closer.

Cillian began to move inside you, not slowly or gently, but with all the force he could manage. You kept your arms around him, your nails digging into his back, your face buried in his shoulder as you cried out.

‘Damn it, yes! Fuck me, Cillian’ you moaned.

‘Tell me how much you like it’ he whispered in your ear as he continued to thrust in and out of you forcefully.

‘I fucking love it’ you screamed again as you began to quiver.

‘You going to cum all over my cock?’ he asked and you nodded, screamed and moaned all at the same time.

‘Fuck yes, Cillian, oh god’ you screamed into his shoulder as your orgasm hit. Your nails dug in and your legs wrapped around his waist. You pulled him as tightly to you as you could.

‘Fuck Y/N, your pussy is so fucking tight’ Cillian groaned as he felt your pussy contracting around him, milking his cock as you came. He felt his own orgasm building now but, to your surprise, he didn’t cum inside you and when, you finally came down from your high, he pulled out.

‘You better swallow it all Y/N, I don’t want any mess on my sheets’ Cillian said jokingly as you scooted down on the bed and opened your mouth for him.

‘Give me all that cum you’ve been saving for me’ you moaned and, sure enough, so he did.

He grabbed a hold of my throbbing cock, but he hardly even had to stroke it once before the first spurt of his sweet cum landed on your tongue, followed by another and another, filling your mouth.

With a loud groan, he unloaded every drop he had been saving just for you as you had requested before he left. While you looked up at him with those eyes, you reached up and took him in your hand, pumping the last drops out of him.

‘Fuck, I love seeing my cum in your mouth like this. So, fucking naughty, aren’t you?’ Cillian smirked as he used his thumb to push the last few drops which landed on your cheek onto your lips before you swallowed it all.

When he was finally spent, he collapsed onto his back next to you and you knelt over him, and licked the final drop of cum from his softening cock.

‘God damn, you have sweet tasting cum!’ you smirked, causing Cillian to chuckle just as you heard the doorbell rang.

‘Uhm, you expecting anyone?’ you asked, raising your eyebrow.

‘No, I meant to be self-isolating, remember?’ Cillian huffed out before sitting up and putting on his briefs. ‘It’s probably the old lady next door enquiring about your wellbeing again after all the screaming’ he then chuckled before walking downstairs to open the door.

***

When Cillian opened the door, he was surprised to see your twin-sister Genevieve who had planned a surprise visit for your collective birthdays without telling you now that restrictions have eased and two people were permitted to visit other households at a time.

Cillian had met Genevieve a few times since she was friends with Laura and your mutual friend Eloise, all of whom you had met at university.

‘Gen, everything alright?’ Cillian asked rather surprised as he stood there in his briefs and a t-shirt.

Genevieve couldn’t help but chuckle and stare at his muscular thighs for a moment before asking whether she could come inside.

‘I meant to be self-isolating’ Cillian explained but Genevieve didn’t seem to care much about that and, without any attempt to social distance herself, she gave Cillian a hug.

‘Well, you may as well come in now that you came as close as you did’ he laughed just as Genevieve came walking into the hallway.

‘You guys look like you’ve come straight out of bed’ Gen laughed when she saw you come walking down the stairs and your cheeks turned red immediately.

‘We did, actually and I thought you were my neighbour complaining about her screaming again’ Cillian then said, causing both Genevieve’s and your eyes to widen. You were both shocked as Cillian looked at her entirely serious.

‘I am just fucking with you. Do you want a drink?’ Cillian then asked, causing your sister to laugh and nod.

‘I almost believed you there for a second’ Genevieve then said.

‘Well, I am an actor after all’ Cillian smirked before sitting down at the kitchen table with you both.

‘So, I was thinking that I would stay the night and we have a few drinks for our birthdays and tomorrow we could skype Mum and Dad down in Kerry’ Genevieve suggested and you looked over at Cillian who nodded his approval.

***

After you shared some take away pizzas and way too much wine, Cillian excused himself to have another shower, allowing you to have some alone time with your twin sister.

‘Damn, he is handsome, Laura was one lucky duck’ your twin-sister chuckled as she watched Cillian walk his room upstairs to the bathroom downstairs with a white towel wrapped around his waist.

‘Please, Gen, honestly’ you huffed out and she couldn’t help but laugh.

‘I know, he’s not your type. He’s just everyone else’s type and you really need to acknowledge that’ Gen laughed. ‘Plus, I am newly single, so you reckon he will let me sneak up into his bedroom later or would he be weirded out because I look like you?’ Gen then asked, causing you to sigh in disapproval.

‘Stop it. Find someone else. He is off limits’ you laughed, causing Gen to raise her eyebrows.

‘And why is that?’ Gen asked.

‘Just because he is’ you said with some frustration and Gen simply began laughing.

‘Whilst it is tempting, I wouldn’t do that to Laura’ Genevieve then said as she filled up her wine glass.

‘Yeah, Laura’ you huffed out as you took a sip from your glass. ‘Have you heard from her at all? I haven’t heard from her for a week?’ you then asked somewhat concerned.

‘Yes actually. I talked to her three days ago through Skype and we had a few drinks. She seemed alright’ Gen said.

‘She had drinks? Alcoholic drinks?’ you asked and Gen nodded.

‘Yes, she had two glasses of wine, why?’ Gen asked and you couldn’t help but wonder why she would be drinking now that she was pregnant.

‘She always has drinks when we Skype. Remember, a few weeks ago, she was almost hammered after two glasses of god knows what she was drinking’ Gen reminded you and you, indeed, remembered the Skype session you had with Laura, Gen and Eloise a little while ago.

‘That’s right’ you then said before excusing yourself just as Cillian returned to the kitchen.

‘What did I miss?’ he asked and you simply shook your head, responded with ‘nothing’ and quickly disappeared into your room where you decided to look through some of Laura’s old text messages, recalling having read some where she didn’t feel well just a month or two ago.

After scrolling and scrolling through the many messages, which took you at least ten minutes, you found what you were looking for, a chain of text messages between you and her eight weeks ago, which was over a month after her and Cillian had broken up with each other.

***

You: What’s happening? Are you alright?

Laura: Just feeling a bit off.

You: Sick? Not Covid I hope.

Laura: No not Covid. I just got my period today and the cramps are horrible.

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supercorpkid · 3 years ago

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hai!! im LOVING that i found this gem of an account of yours 🤩 could i request a scenario where supercorp's reaction to their daughter cutting their hair really short,, (girl crush vibes)?? I'm loving your works the more i read!!

YAY!!! That makes me so happy to hear it!

Here’s how I think they would react like. Thanks for the prompt!

Haircut

Word Count: 1510.

“I wanna cut my hair.” You announce, walking in the kitchen and both Lena and Kara raise their eyes at you.

“Ok. I’ll get the red sun lamps and the scissors.” Kara agrees, motioning to leave.

“No, no.” You stop her before she leaves. “It’s nothing you can do.”

“Kid, I’ve been cutting your hair since you were born. I can do anything.” Kara says and you raise an eyebrow at her.

“Really?” She agrees with her head. “Then why do I have the same haircut ever since I was two?”

“That’s not-” Kara starts, but Lena cuts her off.

“It’s true. You basically only trim her bangs and sometimes the tips.”

“See.” You point at Lena. “I want a different haircut. I want it to be very very short.”

“But you have such pretty hair. Why would you do that?” Kara asks, looking confused. “Next thing you’ll say is that you grew out of bangs.”

“I did grow out of bangs, but there’s not much I can do except wait for it to grow now.” You shrug. “But the hair, yeah, I want to change it.”

“But-but-but” Kara says with tears in her eyes. You look at Lena.

“You know, maybe it’s not a good idea to cut your hair, baby. Wouldn’t it be weird if both Superkid and you got a haircut at the same time?” Lena asks, you first roll your eyes as a response, then you add.

“Superkid doesn’t exist anymore. Besides, didn’t Kara Danvers and Supergirl get bangs at the same time and no one noticed, including you?”

“I’ve noticed.” Lena mumbles. “I just didn’t want to comment on it because I thought it would be impolite.”

“Telling momma she got the same haircut as Supergirl would be impolite?”

“Yeah, and that she was too old for bangs.” Lena shrugs, making Kara snap her head up and look at her.

“What?” Kara furrows her brows at Lena. “I looked great in bangs! Here’s proof!” She points at your hair, and you sigh.

“Ok, whatever. Nevermind.”

But it’s not really whatever. And you might have said nevermind to them, but you mind. You really do mind.

Vou: Hey! Can you do me a solid?

Aunt Alex: What do you need?

You: Can I meet you at the DEO?

Aunt Alex: I’m here!

It takes you a while to get there. You must say, sometimes you miss being Superkid, just because it was so much easier to move around town. Oh, and much faster than a bus.

“Hey!” Alex greets you when you walk in the DEO. “It took you a while.”

“Yeah, I flew here on a bus.”

She laughs, rolling her eyes at your very Kara-like joke. “What do you need?

“Can you cut my hair?” She looks lost at the question, so you decide to give her more information. “You know, red sun emulator and scissors?”

“Right.” Alex agrees, making her way to where the red sun lamp is kept. “Doesn’t Kara usually cut your hair?”

“Usually, yeah. But I want to change styles a little. I was thinking more like 2015 Alex and less like 2020 Kara .”

“That’s a big change. Are they ok with it?”

“Aunt Alex-” You put a hand on her shoulder. “I’m 16. I’ve saved National City a few times. I think I can choose my own hairstyle.”

“Ok, kiddo.” Alex points at the chair. “Let’s do it! I’m up for you looking more like me! And my hair in 2015 was a look.”

You sit on the chair and Alex turns the red sun lamp on, so it dampens your powers. You give her a thumbs up and an excited smile.

Forget about the fact that you’re cutting half of your hair, because you think it would make it harder for people to recognize you. Forget about the fact that you believe it could take the weight off your shoulders. If glasses had been your disguise for years now, maybe a new haircut can buy you some time before people remember about your existence.

You shouldn’t focus on that. You should focus on the excitement that change brings into a person’s life. And maybe this outside change can help you with your inside change too.

“Ok. Oh my God, I swear you look like a total badass.” Alex puts the scissor down and you look to the floor and see big chunks of your hair lost in there. Ok. You hope she’s right. “Here, look.”

Alex raises the mirror in front of your face, and you smile at yourself. Perfect. You not only look like a total badass, but somehow you also don’t look like yourself.

“It’s perfect.” You stand up from the chair, throwing your arms around her. “Thanks aunt Alex. You’re the best. I’m gonna go show Jamie.”

“Yeah, sure. I’m here for you, kiddo.”

So far the reactions to your new haircut have been:

Alex: You look like a total badass.

Kelly: Oh, wow. You look so fancy with this new hairstyle!

Jamie: Oh my God. OH MY GOD! You don’t even look like a dipshit anymore! I love it!

Maya: Uh. You-You-Uh-How-Oh God, it’s hot in here, isn’t it? Babe, you look so good it’s hard to get my words out.

And now, onto your moms reaction:

“Hey babygirl, where were y-'' Lena looks at you with incredulity in her eyes. “You cut your hair.”

“Mhm.” You walk past her, pretending it’s not a big deal. Lena holds your arm before you move away.

“Let me look at you.” She asks, and you stop, staring at her with an expectant smile. Her hands go to your hair, as she feels them on her hands, twisting a lock on her fingers, then putting it behind your ear. “You look beautiful, baby.”

“You think so?” You ask, with a bigger smile now.

“You always look beautiful.” She holds your head and kisses your forehead.

“Do you think momma will like it too?”

Lena furrows her brows. “What? Where did you get a haircut if not with Kara?” Eyes wide. “Don’t tell me you went to a hair salon.”

“No! Mom, come on. It was aunt Alex.” You give her a reassuring smile.

“Alex did this? Huh. Can’t believe I’ve been flying to Paris to have my hair cut when she can do stuff like that to one’s hair.”

“Hey love! Oh, and who’s that?” Kara asks, coming inside the house from the backyard door. You turn around to look at her with a smile. “Oh.”

Kara’s brain seems to be malfunctioning as she only stares at you saying nothing and with no other reaction. Your smile slowly fades as you wait.

“Kara? Say something!” Lena says and she finally blinks.

“Oh, you got a haircut!” Kara furrows her brows. “Who-who cut your hair?”

“Aunt Alex.”

“Huh. Ok. Well, I’ll be right back.” Kara says and she flies away. You look back at Lena.

“She hated it.” You sigh woefully. Pout, and soon, you’re bawling your eyes out in Lena’s shirt. She tries to calm you down, but you can’t be stopped. You didn’t know you needed Kara’s approval that badly.

So you make your way to your bedroom, ready to not get out of bed for a while, wrap yourself in a blanket, and keep crying into your pillow.

“Hey.” Kara shows up a few minutes later. “Why are you crying?”

“I’m not.” But you are. With your face squished against the pillow so she can’t see it.

“Can you look at me?”

“No. Go away.”

“Little one, please. I wanna show you something. Look at me, come on.” Kara asks and you turn your face slowly to look at her. You blink your eyes when you realize what it is that she wants to show you.

“You cut your hair like mine?” You sit up right away, and Kara smiles at you.

“Yes! I mean, I always wanted to cut my hair like that, but I was scared of how it would look, and then you did it. And Rao, you look so perfect! Like, kid, you legit look like a freaking rockstar. So, it would obviously look good on me too, right?” She looks so excited it’s hard to wrap your mind around it. “Right?”

“Yes! Of course! You look incredibly handsome, momma.” You say, and she lets out a relieved breath. “But what about the whole Supergirl and Kara Danvers getting the same haircut at the same time?”

“Oh.” She thinks about it for a second. “I mean, I got away with bangs. No way I won’t get away with this now.”

“I guess.” You shrug and Kara cleans your tears, with a smile.

“Go wash your face so we can take a selfie with the same haircut.”

“God, momma. No. You’re way too old for that.” You joke, and Kara shows you her tongue. But you still take a picture with her, because she does, indeed, look handsome and you want to show off your new haircut too.

#supergirl #kara danvers #supercorp #supercorpfamily #lena luthor #supercorp daughter #kara x lena #kara x reader #supercorp fanfic #lena x reader #reader insert

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lowkeyorloki · 4 years ago

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lbd

After a fight with Loki, you wear the smallest dress you can to an Avengers press event...

(smut smut smut)

The party was awful.

Stark’s press events often were. It was interesting, how the media had changed over the past eight years. In 2012, you and the rest of the Avengers would only be seen on news stations. Now, it wasn’t out of the ordinary to for your names to be in tabloids next to celebrities like Taylor Swift or Noah Centineo. The team wasn’t just heroes anymore, you were public figures as well.

Hence the formal attire, the flashing cameras, the expensive wine. These events only happened about once a year- they were manageable. Just a pain. Besides, you always had Loki to endure them with.

Except, not tonight. And so, the party was awful, not just boring.

The argument you had with Loki last night carried over into today, and when you were asking him about the event, he gave you no answer. Never in a million years did you think he would ignore during this. The press, the world, had never really forgiven him for New York. He was hated by the general public. It didn’t help it was a well-known fact he was with you: you, the youngest Avenger. You, who had been America’s golden girl until Loki corrupted you.

That was what everyone liked to say. Really, you just got older. And cynical. You couldn’t fight the worst of the worst throughout the universe and remain idealistic.

You and Loki had to stick together for public appearances. The reporters tore you to shreds if you didn’t. And besides that... You didn’t like not being around the god. It was so much better to face things with him. You were together. Even when things were tense, the two of you could always lean on each other. That was the nature of your relationship.

And yet, here you were, halfway through your third glass of champagne, giving Steve a half-hearted smile as he spoke. Every so often, your eyes scanned the large hall, eventually falling on Loki. He avoided your gaze each time.

You wanted to be angry, or bitter. That’s what you felt earlier today when he wouldn’t speak to you. Loki wordlessly dressed in his suit, looked you up and down in your floor length dress, and left your shared room. In a fit of rage, you had dug through your closet for something that would anger him. No, not anger. That wasn’t the right word.

Entice him. Make him protective. Despite your life with him, you were still seen as the innocent Avenger. The normal girl who stumbled into justice. You never wore short or form fitting clothes anywhere there would be cameras. You were modest. That was the role you were pidgeonholed into. Social media, combined with constant interest and exposure, ensured that. In 2020, half of being an Avenger was perception. Every team member was an archetype. Every team member adhered to that. Outwardly, at least.

So when nothing in your closet would accomplish what you wanted, you raided Natasha’s. She helped you pick out something no one would expect you to wear: A silky black body con dress. When you tried it on, it barely came halfway down your thighs. There was little left to the imagination, considering its length and low neckline.

You paired it with heels, and painted your nails Loki’s shade of green. Natasha gathered your hair into a messy bun, leaving your neck exposed. Even Wanda joined in, brushing sparkles over your collarbone. You looked unlike you ever had before.

Honestly, you looked like Natasha did on a daily basis. That brought you some amount of comfort, knowing you wouldn’t be sticking out. But it went without saying you didn’t look like yourself, and no one had ever seen you like this. The press would have a field day.

But it wasn’t them you cared about. The only person you were thinking about was Loki.

And he didn’t even do a double take. When you first walked into the room, his eyes rested on you just a second. Then he turned away.

So you didn’t find yourself angry like you were just a few hours before this. When Loki ignored you, you only felt... Sad. Empty, almost. You had been upset with each other for less than a full day, but you missed him. If there was no animosity between you two, Loki’s hand would be on the small of your back right now, and he would be whispering into your ear. Sharing jokes about everyone at the party, wrapped up in each other.

You fought so little. It was something you weren’t used to.

“Hey.” Steve sticks an elbow into your ribs, pulling you from your thoughts. Next to him, Bucky wears a worried expression. “You okay?”

You sigh. Tipping your head back, you drain the rest of your drink and then nod.

“I’m fine, Steve.” he looks uncertain. “I mean it. I can last one night without him. Just because I’m in a relationship doesn’t mean I’m any less independent.”

“I believe that.” Steve agrees.

“You only believe her because that’s how you are.” Bucky grins at Steve, leaning over to steal a quick kiss from Captain America. Steve smiles, just barely, and holds Bucky’s hand in his own after the dark-haired man pulls back. Your eyes flicker away, but a genuine smile grows on your lips. You love to see your friends happy. They deserve it, your whole team does.

It’s moments like these, when Steve is focused on Bucky and you on Loki, you remember you and Steve used to date. It seems like a completely different time, but it wasn’t even ten years ago.

You were with Steve when Loki attacked New York.

“I’m going for a refill.” you state. Both men look uncertain. You pay it no mind. “Do either of you want anything?”

They shake their heads in response, so you make your way over to the bar. There’s no one there, not even the bartender, which bothers you at first. Then you realize it’s exactly what you need. Just a few minutes alone to clear your head. The bar is in same room as everyone else, so classical music and conversation are all around you. Still, you manage to find solace.

It’s quickly interrupted.

“Hello, darling.”

Loki.

His breath tickles the back of your neck as he speaks. As soon as you’re aware of his presence, his smell envelops you. You shiver, noticing how close he must be to you.

You don’t turn around.

“Hi Loki.” you greet him back, eyes forward. You voice almost shakes, and you exhale, willing yourself to keep cool. Loki was always so calm and collected, something he used as a weapon. Clearly, even against you.

Loki hums, and his fingers softly begin to dance over your bare shoulder.

“You look different,” he states. “With those shoes, you almost reach my height. But darling, you have never looked so small.” Loki’s voice drops on that last word, and a wave of heat flashes through your body. You set your glass down on the counter next to you, worried whatever Loki does next will cause you to drop it.

“Funny.” you say. “I don’t feel small.” You know Loki, know what the word small is code for. “Or weak.”

Loki tuts, and his large hands slide from your shoulders to your hips. Your dress is so short that his pinkies lay on your bare skin.

“No, I suppose you don’t.” Loki leans in, his lips brushing the shell of your ear as he talks. You can’t help it, you tremble, your surroundings beginning to fade away as you focus on the god. “I bet you felt quite powerful, teasing me in this dress. Talking to Steve Rogers.” Suddenly, Loki pulls you into him, and you gasp. His length presses completely against your ass, and you are barely able to bite back a moan.

This is harder than you’ve ever felt him. Your breathing becomes hitched, but Loki’s strong grip keeps you glued to him. His fingers dig into your hips, and you’re sure there will be bruises tomorrow.

“Did you think,” Loki rolls his hips against you, causing a mewl to escape your lips. “...that I would forget your past with Rogers? That it had just, slipped my mind that he is the only man you have ever laid with besides myself?” Loki’s lips connect with the crook of your neck, pressing wet kisses there that are anything but gentle. “Or was that the point? To make me jealous?” Loki’s next words shake you the most. “Can you even count the amount of times I have been inside you?”

Just like that, his hands relax, and you begin to catch your breath.

“Smile.” Loki points, and you notice the groups of reporters making their way to you, cameras flashing. Loki pivots, turning both of you so you face the them. He drops one hand to his side, but the other snakes around your waist. It won’t be obvious in the photos, but his fingers are dangerously close to your heat, filling you to the brim with want.

Just as you manage to get yourself under control, the cameras begin flashing. You force a smile, and when you look at Loki, he’s staring straight ahead, expressionless.

You hated getting photos taken, knowing the headlines they would be paired with. But Loki hates it even more. You were always the victim in the media’s eyes, but Loki had never outgrown the villain. He worked so hard to be good, so hard to change. And for what? No one believed him, save for you and his brother.

Your heart grows heavy, and despite the fight, despite the teasing that left you melting in his arms, you want Loki to know you appreciate him.

You tug on the front of his suit jacket, capturing his attention. Loki looks down at you, confusion in his eyes. You reach forward, placing your hand on the back of his neck and tugging him down so his lips met yours.

It was filthy, the way he kissed you in front of the press. Loki once again pulled you to him, your chests pressed together. He laid his hand on your back, and thank god he did, because it kept you grounded. Your teeth clacked together more than once, and Loki gave you no opportunity to gather yourself before he sucked on your bottom lip. Your were eyes closed, but you still heard as the reporters went wild, cameras snapping as they each tried to get the juiciest shot.

Loki was the one who ended the kiss, tugging away from you. He took your hand in his, waving with the other. In the crowd, you could see Steve standing in shock, arm around Bucky’s waist. Stark was next to them, looking furious.

Loki makes eye contact with you before he briskly walks away, tugging you with him. You have no time to ask where it is he’s taking you before you somehow slip into the kitchen unnoticed.

The kitchen staff stops, and you realize what this must look like to them. Loki, with a hungry look in his eyes, and you, swollen lips and practically half-naked. Jesus, was this where you thought the night was going?

“Get out.” Loki addresses the staff. They share glances, unsure of whether to listen. Loki sighs. “We are two hours into a four hour party. No one ever comes for food, they just want to drink. You are no longer needed. Now, get,” Loki’s irises flash green. “...out.”

They listen then, rushing out of the doors and through the backroom that will lead them from the building. The locks on each door click shut, surely a result of Loki’s magic.

“You.” you squirm under the god’s harsh gaze. “Are a very. Stupid. Girl.” with each step Loki takes forward, you take one backwards, until your back is against the tiled wall. Your heart begins beating fast. You look to Loki’s pants, taking in the tent. Your heart rate accelerates even more.

He places his hands on the wall, one on either side of your face, trapping you with him. Wordlessly, Loki begins sucking on your collarbone, his lips moving down your breasts until they hit the neckline on your dress. Your eyes roll back, and you grip Loki’s hair tight. He rams his knee in between your thighs, and you cry out.

“Do you have any idea what you’ve done?” he rolls his hips, and now that you’re alone, you can feel and experience it to the fullest expense. Your mouth falls open as Loki presses his clothed length against your clothed sex, moaning and letting out a string of curses. “Look at me, darling.” You listen, obeying Loki as he removes his knee.

Loki makes full eye contact as he takes your left breast in his hands, kneading and massaging you as he gauges your reactions. You begin panting, and soon enough, Loki grabs the front of your dress with both hands and rips it, exposing your bare breasts.

You hiss at the sudden cold, but it doesn’t last long as Loki sucks on your nipple, running his calloused thumb other the other. Loki swirls his tongue, and you whimper, arching your back. As the sensation builds inside you, Loki takes a steps back, drinking in the sight of you.

“The media won’t soon forget this. Until now, the worst they had caught us doing was holding hands.” he growls. His lips are redder than usual, and his hair was messy because of your fingers in it. “I can imagine the scolding from Stark.”

“Who cares about Stark? You just ruined Natasha’s dress.” you say, your voice strained. His absence is noticeable, and your body aches for Loki’s touch. He raises an eyebrow.

“Sweet girl, whose fault is that? None of this would ever have happened if you simply dressed appropriately.” the hair on your arms stands up. Loki hums. “I think you should make it up to me. You got us into this mess, did you not?” Loki smirks.

The feeling in your stomach builds up again, lust taking over you. You take off you heels, and sink to your knees. Loki’s pupils dilate as you move closer to him.

You unbuckle his belt, sliding it off and discarding it on the floor next to you. Slowly, you unbutton Loki’s dress pants, your fingers catching on the tip of his underwear as you do.

You want to draw this out, to tease Loki as he teased you. But when you see his hard length, and the damp spot on the cloth holding it, you can’t bring yourself to. Loki is a god, much stronger and faster than you. When you turn to dust, Loki will be as young and full of life as he is now.

But his needs are the same as any other man’s. You’re determined to fulfill them.

You brush your mouth over him, causing Loki’s eyes to close momentarily. When they do, you waste no time exposing him. Loki fingers run through your hair immediately, grasping tightly. You can hear his breathing become just a bit irregular.

You keep your eyes on Loki’s as you lick him, from shaft to head. You lap at the precum there, then slowly take him into your mouth.

Loki lets out a sigh, his lips parting, and you rub circles onto his hipbones with your thumbs. You bring your arms against your chest, pushing your bare breasts up to make them appear bigger. You want to give Loki the best view possible.

It must have worked, because Loki’s hips buck forward. The tip of his cock hits the back of your throat, and you almost gag. Instead, you moan around him. setting a slow pace. Every so often, you flick your tongue across his head, and Loki tugs on your hair when you do.

Loki quivers, and he’s thrown his head back now. His eyes are squeezed shut, his mouth open, and he looks so pleased. Pride washes over you at the thought of you making him feel this way.

You bring your hand up, taking the parts of Loki that your mouth just can’t reach. With the added freedom, you circle his tip, switching up the pressure and surrounding him with your warmth. Carefully, you cup his balls, making sure every part of him is paid attention to.

Loki groaned as you fucked him with your mouth, cheeks hallowed. He begins panting, holding your head even tighter. His shirt has ridden up over his navel, and the sight nearly drives you crazy.

“I’m going to-” you don’t let him finish, picking up the pace until Loki jerks forward, spilling his seed with a curse.

There’s so much, some dribbles out the corners of your mouth before you can swallow it all. Your chests warms at the idea of part of Loki being inside you. You’ve barely leaned back to catch your breath before he’s pulled you up and into a kiss, groaning as he tastes himself on you. Your body becomes slack, relying entirely on Loki’s for support.

“You’re insatiable.” he says into your mouth. He picks you up, and you wrap your legs around his waist. Loki carries you to a nearby counter and sets you atop it.

Your dress is hiked up to your hips now, leaving you covered in just a g-string. As Loki begins to take it off, you stop him.

“Wait.” you say. He stops, giving you a surprisingly soft look. “I just...” you splay your hands across Loki’s strong chest. “I want to see you too.” your voice is quiet.

Loki places his hands over yours as you unbutton his shirt. You slide it down his shoulders, then trace his collarbones and curve of his abs. Under the fluorescent lights of the kitchen, Loki looks even more pale than usual, the sharp contours of his body illuminated and exposed.

You never grow bored of the sight of him.

Now fittingly bare, Loki’s fingers travel up your thigh and stop at your sex. Similar to you, his gives you a few strokes over your thong before he rids you of it in one fluid motion. He angles himself to you, his tip teasing your entrance as he smirks at your noises.

He enters you all at once. You bite down on his shoulder, nails raking down his back. You hold tight to Loki as he sinks into you, moving in a slow and almost tantalizing way. There’s sweat on both of your bodies, and despite your exposed state, you feel yourself heat up.

Loki’s rhythm increases as you adjust to him. His hips move back and forth, and your bodies move in tandem, made for each other. You coo into Loki’s ears, moaning about how good he felt. How breathless he made you, how only he knew how to make you feel this way. No one knew your body like Loki.

The coil inside you finally snaps as Loki hits a pleasure spot deep inside you, and you let out a cry into his shoulder. Loki cums not long after, his body going tense as he rides out the wave of pleasure.

He holds you, rubbing your back as the aftershock rocks through your body. You shake, exhausted and satisfied as you close your eyes for a moment of rest.

Eventually, Loki sets you back down on the floor. He tugs your dress down over your legs, and tucks stray pieces of hair behind your ears. You watch him wordlessly, allowing him to take of you.

After Loki is dressed himself, he gives you the jacket of his suit to wear.

“Oh.” you look down, remembering he ripped your dress. You slip the jacket on, buttoning it to protect the little modesty you have left.

He takes your hand, leading you to the door and back into the party. Before he does, you stop.

“I’m sorry about our fight.” you say. Loki lets out a chuckle, making you feel silly.

“Oh, sweet girl. After a tryst like this, I can assure you all is forgiven.”

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scarletwinterxx · 3 years ago

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voted most likely to run away with you

Okay but this is probably one of my most fave one? 😂 I do apologize for the slow updates but I’ve been very busy this past few weeks. I hope you like this one!

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It’s always nerve racking on your first day of school. Especially now that you’re the new girl on campus, you can feel the anxious to the tip of your fingers.

You made sure you got to your first class early so you don’t have to awkwardly enter the room when there’s too many people. Sitting quietly on the side as few more students walk in.

You were too lost in your own world to notice someone standing by your table, you only looked up when someone cleared their throat

“What do you think you’re doing?” the girl asked

“Uh sitting”

“Was that suppose to be funny?” she sasilly asked, not knowing what to say back you just gapped at her. She was about to say something when someone spoke from the back of the class

“What are you doing?” the guy asked, you looked over to see a very unimpressed but veru good looking guy

“She’s sitting on your seat” she answered, crossing her arms and sending you a glare

“I don’t know there was a sitting arrangement” you mumbled, feeling embarrased. Thankfully someone saved you from your misery,

“No we don’t, you can seat there sweetheart. Stop bothering girls who come close within Jeno’s radius, will you” he sassily told the other girl, feeling like you’re in the middle of a fight

“I-”

“Leave her alone”

“Yea Haechan, leave me alone” she smirked but the boy, Haechan, just smirked back at her

“I was talking to you, leave the new girl alone” Jeno, you guess, told the girl.

You weren’t sure how your first day was going to go but that was definitely not how you imagined it would go.

Jeno took the seat behind you, not sparing anyone in the room a single glance. It was like nothing happened just moments ago,

“Thank you” you mumbled to him, he looked up at you with a blank look on his face

“I don’t like being bothered early this morning”

Oh okay then, you nodded then turned your attention to the front.

You didn’t see the way Haechan shot Jeno a look, the latter shaking his friend off ignoring him completely.

That was the first encounter you had with Lee Jeno.

As the weeks passed by you learned that he’s pretty much the most popular boy on campus, along side his three bestfriends. It’s like something straight out of a movie, whenever you see them walking down the halls, there’s a guarantee that heads will turn their way.

You’re no exception. but not for the same reason the rest of their fanclubs have. You were just curious about them.

The first one you met was the mood maker of the group, Lee Haechan. He’s pretty much friends with everyone. He was also the one who stood up for you on your first day. Pretty much since then you’ve considered him to be a friend too. There was something light about him, like you want to be friends with him. The second one was the foreign artsy boy, Huang Renjun, you always see him and Haechan arguing. Jokingly ofcourse, it’s always funny to overhear them argue about something pointless while waiting for your next class. The third one was a bit intimidating, Na Jaemin, He always have his earphones on with a blank expression on his face not really paying attention to his friends or at anything really. But when he’s with friends he can get just as rowdy. In contrast to his resting bitch face, he’s actually quite a sweetheart..

The last one, you aren’t going to lie, caught your eye the most. Lee Jeno. Although his initial appearance looked very intimidating, there was something comforting about him. He feels safe. That doesn’t make any sense since you don’t even know him or any of them, but that’s your initial impression on them.

You’ve mostly kept to yourself, you occasionally hangout with your classmates but most of the time you roam the halls or stay in the library by yourself. You don’t mind.

It was currently vacant time for you so you decided to go outside and sit on one of the benches. Pulling some of your notes out to study for a bit before your next class.

Too immersed in your reading, you didn’t notice the looming figure on the side. Totally catching you by surprise, making you jump up your seat

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to scare you”

“No, it’s fine” you smiled up at him

“Actually I have something to ask you”

That caught you by surprise, “Uh sure what is it?”

“I was just wondering if you wanted to go out with me some time?”

“Uh-”

“What are you doing?” You hear someone ask from behind you, looking over to see Jeno looking straight at Hyunjin

“Nothing that concerns you”

How you always end up in middle was a mystery to you, “He was just asking me something”

“If you think you can even get close to her, get lost” your eyes widened at Jeno’s words.

Is he angry? at you? at Hyunjin? What is he talking about?”

Hyunjin took his gaze off of Jeno then to you, you feel him stand closer behind you until you’re practically between the two boys

“Uh I think it’s time for one of you to go, or maybe I should” before you could stand up, Jeno’s hand land on your shoulder. Gently.

“He’ll go, right Hyunjin? Your presence is not needed here anymore”

The guys exchanged looks before Hyunjin walked away without another word.

You looked over at Jeno to ask him what just happened but he was already walking away, quickly gathering your stuff you jogged quickly after him.

When you got close enough, you pulled the back of his jacket making him halt his steps

“What the heck was that about?”

“Don’t worry about it”

“I think I should, since I feel like it concerns me” you told him ,feeling a bit aggravated with the way he was acting.

Not knowing that the guy across you is thinking just how cute you looked, glaring up at him like you could take him on.

You’d probably win.

“If he bothers you again, tell me”

“That doesn’t explain anything, Lee Jeno”

“If he bothers you, tell me” he repeated his words, making you nod in agreement

“Okay good, now go study in the library. It’s colder in there anyways” he said then walked away.

Few days have passed since that incident, Hyunjin acted like it never happened. Like you don’t exist. It’s still confusing just what went down that day but what’s more confusing is the boy sitting behind you.

Lee Jeno changes his mood like the weather, you’re never sure just what it will be the next day. One time while waiting for class you start, you were sitting on your seat skimming through your notes, your hair kept falling on your face so you keep tucking it behind your ear. It went on and on.

Then suddenly you feel someone tug on your hair, catching you by surprise

“Do you have a hair tie?” Jeno whispered by your ear, at this point you’re pretty sure the whole had their eyes on the two of you but that was not where your attention was.

Jeno was literally so close to you, you can feel his breath on the side of your face

“Huh?” you dumbly asked making the boy chuckle, “You know those things you use to tie your hair”

It was mistake to look to side and be face to face with him because he was literally right on your face. Your cheeks burning at this point. Not being able to form any words, you just held your wrist up showing him the hair tie.

He smiled then took it from you before leaning back on his seat. You feel his fingers weave through your hair, “What are you doing?”

“Braiding your hair”

“You know how to?”

“Mhm”

He didn’t say much after that, you didn’t say anything either. Still on the process of trying to calm your raging heart. Meanwhile Haechan was trying to hold back his laughter, Jeno shooting him a quick glare to keep him quiet.

That’s when the rumors started.

The new girl got the It Boy.

You’re never one to mind what other people say about you. That came in handy during these times since you can practically feel the daggers coming from Jeno’s fangirls.

Planning to talk to him about it, you tracked Jeno down after class one day. Finding him by the parking lot with his friends. Renjun was the first one who spotted you walking towards them, patting Jeno on the arm making the latter look over.

“Hi, uh can we talk” feeling a bit intimated when all four pair of eyes landed on you, keeping your gaze on Jeno

“That’s our cue to leave” Haechan said, pulling Renjun along with him. Jaemin shooting a smile before following behind the two boys.

“You said you wanted to talk?” Jeno asked when you didn’t speak again

“Uh yea well, can you like tell your fanclub we’re not like dating or anything like that” at this point you wished the ground would open up and swallow you whole. You can’t believe you just asked him that, he probably doesn’t even want to be acquianted with you like that either.

“And if I don’t”

“Sorry, pardon?” you leaned your ear closer to hear him clearly

“I said, what if I don’t?”

“Don’t what?”

“Don’t want to tell them that” he said with an amused look on his face, finding your expression cute. There’s that glare again, looking like you can take him down.

You already did.

“But we’re not dating. Come on, Jeno please” you exasperatedly said

“I don’t really care what they say, why do you?” it took you a few seconds to answer, gathering your thoughts to give him a coherent one

“And why would you want to be acquainted with me? I’m like-”

“Like what?” he asked like he was challenging you

“I’m me, you’re you”

“That’s not a very solid argument” he laughed, making you sigh out loud

“Please can you just tell them that, I’d very much appreciate it if they don’t glare at like like their ready to jump me every time I walk in the room”

He walked towards you, crouching down until you were eye to eye

“I don’t know, I kinda like it though”

“Whyyyy” you grumbled, even stomping your feet

Jeno wanted nothing but to keep you in his pocket, if he could. You were being so adorable, it took every bit of self control not to gather you in his arms and whisk you away.

“Because maybe I do want to date you”

You looked at him with an unimpressed expression, rolling your eyes at him

See, the cutest. Jeno thought.

“You’re weird you know that” now that’s not the response Jeno was expecting, but it was so you to say that.

“I’m weird because I like you?”

“Stop saying that” you’re now a blushing mess, that was the final straw for him.

He pulled on your arms until you were flush against him,

“And I don’t?”

“I-”

“You?”

“You’re driving me crazy, Lee Jeno” you grumbled then pushed him away, walking off leaving him behind.

“You’re driving me crazy, too” Jeno said as he watch you walk across the lot, a small smile playing on his lips.

From that day one, it seemed like you can’t get the boy off your mind. Much like he can’t keep you off of his.

But unlike you, he wasn’t afraid to show it. You were shocked when he suddenly sat across from you during lunch,

“What are you doing here?”

“Eating”

“I can see that but why are here? Your friends are right there” you said while pointing to where the other three guys were sitting,

“I want to sit here though” he shot you his very adorable eye-smile before he resumed eating

“I have a question” you told him, “Sure, I'll go on a date with you” you just shot him a glare, him showing you another smile

“Remember when you said to tell you if Hyunjin bothers me again?”

“Why? Did he? When?” he asked, his expression and posture completely changed

“No no, he didn’t. He hasn’t since that day, really. I was just wondering what was that about” you told him, watching Jeno relax once again but not missing the way he clenched his jaw when you mentioned that incident

“I overheard him and some other guys betting on you, saying he could make you go out with him then not show up”

That was what it was about? Why would Jeno care though when he barely knew you back then

“Why did you stop him though?”

He looked over at you, eyes on yours like he was trying to say his answer without actually saying it out loud

“I can’t read minds, you know” you mumbled, breaking the tension. Jeno chuckling at your statement.

“No one deserves to be treated like that, first of all. And secondly, have you ever thought I meant it when I said I like you?” he asked you

“You’re being weird again” was all you said back to him

“Careful now, next time you call me weird I might have to prove you wrong” he smirked at you. You didn’t how he’ll prove you wrong, worried your pretty little heart might not be able to handle it.

You just bit your lip and look back down on the table, feeling Jeno’s gaze still on you. Not knowing just how weak you’re making him right now. Just how much power you hold over him.

“Tell me again why you called me to talk at this time of the night?” You asked Jeno who was walking beside you,

“Just cause”

“And you happen to bring this bottle of goodness with you?” you asked, holding up the banana milk he just gave you

“Knew you wouldn’t say no if I give it to you”

“Smart”

You really didn’t have any destination in mind, just walking along the streets. You didn’t actually mind that he called you. It was the weekend, you don’t have any plans beside staying at home and watching some shows.

“Hey, wait” Jeno said making you halt your steps, then he was crouching down in front of you

“Yah what are you doing?” you asked

“Your laces are untied” he answered as he took your shoelaces and tied them back together. “There” he said when he was done, smiling up at you.

Just then you swear you felt your heart skip a beat.

Who knew this intimidating, scary, cold looking guy was such a sweetheart?

“Why are you looking at me like that? You’re worrying me” he chuckled at you, standing back up so now you’re face to face

“Lee Jeno”

“Mhm, that’s me”

“You’re very weird” you whispered, then his arms were around you. Tangling around your waist until you were flush against his chest. Your heart hammering away in yours.

“You want to say that again, sweetheart?”

“You’re weird, Lee Jeno” then his lips were on yours. You didn’t expect him to be so gentle, but he was. His lips were as light as feathers on yours, the taste of the sweet drink still on his lips making you smile

When the two of you broke apart you were still smiling at him,

“What?” he asked

“Okay maybe now I believe you” you told him, “That’s all you needed? I should’ve kissed you back then” that earned him a smack on the arm

“Shut up”

“You like me”

“Unfortunately” you said then started to walk again

“Hey, no running away from me now”

You looked over to him, seeing the smile he had on was enough to convince you. Holding his hand out for you to take,

“Want to run away with me instead?”

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Secrets of the Shore (Chapter 1)

Pairing: Pogues x reader, eventually JJ x reader.

Summary: This is just my rewrite of the show Outer Banks with my own twist by adding another main character which also happens to be John B’s twin sister.

Note: Hey guys! Thank you so much for the support of my last couple of fics. All your messages have been so kind and so sweet! I’ve made a rewrite of the show with a new character that eventually falls in love with her best friend. I’m gonna be posting a new chapter three times a week. Let me know what you guys think!

Word Count: 4.3k

Warnings: None

Chapter 2

"That's what, a three-story fall to the deck?" John B tip toes across the middle of the roof as he sips out of the can of beer in his hand.

I lean to my right, pressing against JJ's shoulder as we sit on a construction slack used to hold construction workers as they work on the siding of the home. Scaffolding, I think it's called. I narrow my eyes at my brother, counting down the seconds until he falls.

"I give you about a one-in-three chance of survival," Pope jokes from the deck below us.

John B shrugs. He licks his finger and holds it up in the air as if he's feeling which way the wind is blowing. "Hm. Should I do it?"

"Yeah, jump." Pope holds up a power drill and points it at John B like it's a gun. "I'll shoot you on the way down."

"You'll shoot me?"

"Yep." Pope closes one eye and pretends to shoot it. "Pow!"

I roll my eyes and look forward again, letting the beer slip down my throat like a refreshing glass of water. The warm North Carolina air presses soothingly against my freshly tan skin and I bask in the sunlight. Its days like these that I like the most. Days where none of my best friends have work, we're drinking causally, and joking with one another. Even if it's on a construction site in the middle of Figure Eight. But the idea of getting caught just gives me an adrenaline rush.

"They're gonna have Japanese toilets with towel warmers," Kie says as she walks out of the unfinished house.

"Of course. Why wouldn't they?" JJ says next to me with a shrug like it's not the craziest thing that a Kook would own.

"This used to be a turtle habitat, but who cares about the turtles, I guess."

"I can't have cold towels."

Kie looks up at John B, shielding her eyes with the back of her hand. "Can you please not kill yourself?"

"Don't spill the beer. I'm not giving you another one," JJ says.

As if on cue, John B's foot slips. Luckily he catches himself, but his beer, however, drops to it's death on the deck below. As John B steadies himself I release the breath I didn't even know I was holding. I take another greedy gulp of my warm beer to steady the nerves in my chest.

"Whoa! Oh, shit," John B curses.

"Of course you did," JJ rolls his eyes playfully. "Smooth."

"A plus, really." I glare up at my brother, feeling his mischievous smirk right back at me.

"Dumbass," Kie mutters under her breath. She looks up at me as if waiting for me to say something, but I only giggle to myself. John B can be clumsy but he's not going to accidentally kill himself.

"Hey!" I hear another voice shout behind us towards the street and front of the house. A voice that doesn't belong to any of my friends or my brother.

"Hey, uh, security's here," Pope says.

Immediately knowing what that means, I jump to my feet with the help of JJ right after he slugs the rest of his beer. A delirious grin dances along my lips as I hop down to the main deck.

"Let's wrap it up!"

"Boys are early today."

"Humpty Dumpty, let's roll!"

My legs take off after my friends through the house. Adrenaline rushes through my veins and straight to my head like a power high. I can't even feel my legs as they jump over wooden slacks and construction tools. The high from running from the police is better than any drug JJ can get his hands on, even the good stuff.

"Gary is that you?" JJ plays along before accidentally running into him, making him slip on his feet before running the other way. I grab his wrist and pull him closer to me to catch up. "Gary, good to see you man!"

I laugh as my feet land on the freshly cut grass in the front yard. "You're asking for it."

"JJ!" The obese cop chases after us, recognizing my best friend's face instantly. I'm not surprised, not even a little bit. JJ had his fair share of run-ins with the law.

"They're going out front!" I hear another cop shout. I can barley hear through the wind rushing through my ears.

We run into a tall white painted fence that blocks us from our car, better known as the Twinkie. Hopping fences is something I've learned to become better at after doing it so many times. However, I can't say the same about Pope. He's always struggled.

I swing my legs over the fence and land with a small 'oomf.' I look over my shoulder for my slow-poke friend and see him falling over the fence, landing on his side. I laugh as I pick him up by the shoulders.

JJ is waiting for us, clapping his hands like a coach on the sidelines at a football game because his players aren't running fast enough. But there's a smile on his face. "Get up, Pope, fatso's coming!"

"Hey!" The guard shouts behind me. He's halfway up the other side of the fence, but he doesn't have the strength to pull himself over completely. "Come here you little pricks!"

I hear the familiar honk coming from the van John B and I learned to drive in. My brother and Kie are waiting for us in the front seats of the Volkswagen van that would look better in the 70s than the 2020's but I love it. It fits our friend group perfectly. Plus I'd choose this car over any fancy Mercedes Tourons usually drive. The only time I've ever been in one of them is when I snuck off with a golf player from Georgia after a boneyard party. It was luxurious of course, but nothing like the Twinkie.

"Bus is leaving!" John B says as we get closer.

"Come on!" Kie yells at us from the passenger seat, banging the flat of her palm against the door.

I dive through the back first, landing on my elbows and rolling over. Pope and JJ follow less than a second later.

"Hey, hey, hey!" Gary calls after us as John B steps on the gas.

JJ leans out of the sliding side door that's still wide open. I lay on my back watching him as I try to catch my breath. His smile is contagious. For a boy who's been through hell and back, he smiles a lot, and I love every second of it.

He holds out his beer can as if he's offering it to the cop who's still trying to catch us...if he can catch up to it. "Check out Gary, gunnin' for a raise. Come on, Gary!"

"Wait. Slow down. Hey! You little pricks! Hey!"

"You're gonna give him a heart attack!" Kie tries to scold him but she can't fight the smile on her lips either as she watches from the side rearview mirror.

"You're so close! You can do it. There you go. They don't pay you enough bro."

"JJ, stop. Stop!" Kie says through her laughter.

I love Kie. She always tries to keep the peace between her friends and the world itself. Always the girl who raises money for charities that protect this Earth and save animals and solve world hunger. She's going to change the world someday. Her and Pope. Maybe if they can tolerate each other, they'll do it side by side.

JJ slumps back into the van with a toothy grin. He sits next to me and pulls me up so I'm sitting up straight. He dangles his arm around my shoulder and I lean further into his side. If I could choose one position to be in for the rest of my life it would be this one.

But I'd never admit that.

"Oh, come on. That sort of initiative is just begging to be punished," JJ says.

I hum in response and lean back into the seat behind me and stare out the window. A view of passing vibrant green leaves takes over the window as John B drives. The scene comforts me. Summer is my favorite season. No school. Just work and friends and the Outer Banks. Paradise on Earth, some may call it.

It's the sort of place where you either have two jobs or two houses. Two tribes, one island. We're currently driving through Figure Eight, the rich side of the island. Home of the Kooks. So, guess where we don't live.

As John B drives further South, the houses get smaller and smaller, feeling more like home. This is the South side. Or as we like to call it, the Cut. Home of the working class who make a living bussing tables, washing yachts, running charters. The natural habitat of...drumroll, please...the Pogues. That's us. Pogues, pogies, the throwaway fish. Lowest members of the food chain.

I know... a little harsh, don't you think?

So, the downside of the Pogue life is we're ignored and neglected. But the upside of the Pogue life? We're ignored and neglected, which means we do whatever we want, whenever we want.

The second John B parks the car, the boys are gathering all their fishing gear and we set off to our next destination. The marina.

"Nice haul, dude. Look at that!" JJ teases my brother when he reels in what I think is the smallest fish I've ever seen. If it was orange, I would have thought it was my old pet goldfish from when I was six. "Been all bait for, like, three weeks."

John B pulls the fish off his hook and tosses it in JJ's direction. JJ flinches back, knocking into me and almost throwing me into the water below. That was probably my fault, though. I shouldn't be sitting on an open ledge, dangling my legs twenty feet above the water.

"Watch it, idiot!" I smack JJ upside the head after letting go of the death grip I had on his bicep when I was about to fall to my death. Well...I'd probably survive, but it would hurt like hell.

"It's not my fault you chose the most dangerous seat!" JJ retaliates.

Yeah, that's JJ. John B's best friend since the third grade, which subsequently makes him my best friend since the third grade too. He's about as local as they come. Latest in a long line of fishing, drinking, smuggling, vendetta-holding salt-lifers who made their living off the water. Second best surfer I know. First being me of course. Mild kleptomaniac and a future tax cheat.

"Yeah, Mar, you should really get down from there," Kie says, walking over to me to help me down. I decide not to put up a fight. If I'm going to break my leg, I'm gonna do it in a surfing accident or something cool, not by falling off the dock.

Kiara. Or Kie as we call her. When not saving turtles or listening to Bob Marley, or getting a dolphin tattoo, she hangs out with us. I'm not really sure why though. She's a rich kid, actually. Her family owns the Wreck, this Outer Banks institution. Total cash down with the tourists and my current job. You know, I'm not really sure how her parents feel about us. But they like me enough to bring them money towards their restaurant. I bring in a lot of regulars. Advertising is kind of my thing. I'm pretty sure all my friends, even my brother, have a thing for her.

Kie hands me a water bottle and lays her legs across my lap. She lies down on the wooden bench and bathes in the sunlight the day still has to offer. Kie is my best friend. Best secret holder known to man, for the most part.

"I think she needs a leash," Pope adds, making me pass him a glare.

"The only thing useful about a leash is how I can strangle you with it," I say.

"Kinky," JJ says and winks at me. "That's my girl."

John B slaps JJ upside the back of his head.

I'm lucky my sunburnt skin is hiding the blush that creeps along my cheeks.

Pope glares at both JJ and I which only makes my growing smirk widen.

Pope...the brains of the operation...finalist for the Lucas T. Vanderhorst Merit Scholarship. And the smartest person I know. Little bit of a weirdo. His father's this legendary character, Heyward. Anything you wanted on the island, Heyward could get for you. Now, I'm not sure Heyward knew what to make of his oddball son, but it didn't matter. He was a Pogue, just like the rest of us.

"Trust me, if a leash was that easy, I would have tried a long time ago," John B mutters with a hint of a smile.

John Booker Routledge. My insufferable twin brother. Pain in my ass. Number one partner in crime. I hate him but I love him. Pretty much like any sibling relationship. We live in an old fish shack on the marsh. The Chateau as my dad use to call it. My dad disappeared at sea nine months ago looking for a shipwreck. I mean seriously, who disappears at sea these days? I miss him a lot. He may have been a little neglectful, but he took care of us the best that he could. My mom, however? She split when I was three. Last I heard she was in Colorado. At least I think it was Colorado. Honestly who knows and who cares.

Since my dad vanished, my Uncle T is supposedly my legal guardian. At the moment, he's in Mississippi, building houses which means it's just me right now, on my own, hangin' out with my brother and my friends.

Three months after my dad went missing, he was officially presumed dead. John B is more of an optimist than I am. He refuses to sign the paper and until he sees a dead body, he's not giving up. I back John B's decision, but I'm more realistic about what happened to my dad. The ocean, although my favorite place to be, is also one of the scariest.

My dad is probably dead and I will never get the closure that I want. So I'm dealing with it the best way I can, although I'm pretty sure everyone is a little worried about me, especially Kie now that John B is starting to follow in my footsteps by exhibiting reckless behavior.

But I'm getting better now. Day by Day. At least I wasn't acting like I did when my dad first left us.

~ ~ ~

I woke up with a slap to my ankle and my head buried deep into my pillow. I groan from the abrupt living alarm clock that's now pacing my room and throwing clothes from my closet at me. It only makes me squeeze my eyes tighter in hopes for at least five more minutes of sleep.

"Seriously, Mar, we need to go. We're late." John B rips my blanket off my body, leaving me exposed in just my pajama boxer shorts and a tank top. The sudden chill sends goosebumps up my arms and legs.

"Go without me." I push myself up on my elbows and grab the clothes he threw at me. I knew meeting the social worker alone wasn't an option. Even if one of us goes to this stupid meeting, it will prove to the social worker that we're not being responsible enough to keep DCS off our backs. As far as they know, Uncle T is still living with us and keeping us safe.

"You have five minutes." John B ignores me and leaves my room, slamming my door shut.

I roll my eyes and tumble out of my soft bed. I slip on my jeans shorts and a white t shirt that I tie in a knot to make it a crop top. Underneath it I have on my plain black bikini, knowing that I will be surfing the second we get home. The News has been reporting a storm for weeks that's suppose to hit tonight. Vicious waves and crazy winds sends a thrill through my body.

We arrive to the social worker's office only two minutes late. I thought that was a sign of responsibility, but the social worker only looks at us with distaste as we sit in the two chairs in front of her desk.

"John, Marleigh, it's come to our attention that you two are unemancipated minors living on your own." Her hair is pulled back into a tight low bun and her glasses are perched on the tip of her nose. Her suit looks way too tight for comfort, like it's squeezing the life out of her.

John B scoffs and leans back into his seat as if we have nothing to worry about, but I know his heart is beating just as wildly as mine. "No....no." The social worker raises one brow in suspicion and glances in my direction to either confirm or deny what John B is saying. John B sees this and answers for me. "No."

I just shrug as a response, which only makes the social worker more weary. She leans into her desk and folds her hands on top of our folders that are piled in the middle. "I need honesty to help you. That's what we want, right?"

"Yeah. I'm being honest."

"Okay, then when is the last time you spoke to your uncle?"

John B looks down at his watch and purses his lips. "Uh...thirty-four minutes ago."

"When's the last time you saw him?"

"Two hours and...forty-three minutes ago?"

I hold myself back from rolling my eyes. It's clear on the social worker's face that she's not buying into any of John B's lies.

She sighs and turns to look at me. "We're gonna come out there tomorrow to talk to your uncle. If he's not there, we're gonna move forward with foster care." Foster care. The words make me dig my nails into the wood of the arms of the chair I'm in. The last place I ever wanna be is in foster care. I want to stay here on the island with my brother and our friends. Not with some random family who couldn't care less about us in a place I'm not familiar with. "I want to assure you, we're gonna find you a safe and loving home."

She says it like she's offering us a better life, one that we would want, one that sounds like the better option but it isn't. I ignore the worried look John B sends my way and watch the seconds go by on the clock above the door. We basically have twenty-four hours to find Uncle T or someone to be pretend to be him.

~ ~ ~

The winds begin picking up early in the afternoon, the rain hitting by 5. On my way home from working at the Wreck, I watch people board up the windows of their stores and homes. All John B and I can do is hope that our little shack won't blow away by morning.

Unfortunately for Pope, he's at our house when John B catches me leaving the house with my board. When he tells me to stop, I'm prepared to put up a fight. I've been looking forward to surfing in this storm all day - something I can use to push the DCS lady out of my head and the promise she made that sounded more like a threat.

"You think you were gonna go out without me?" John B smirks and leads the way to the beach.

Pope follows behind us like a lost puppy, basically talking to himself as he tries to convince us that this is a bad idea. We stop at the edge of the beach. It's almost impossible to see the ocean through the wind and the rain.

"Those aren't surfable waves, bro," Pope says, squinting through the rain that splatters our faces wet.

"Says who?" I say, passing him a devious smirk and make a run for it towards the ocean.

I paddle past the choppy waves, letting the water knock me around like a feather in the wind. When I see a decent looking wave to ride, I prop myself up on my feet and stand. I lean into my board. The warmth that's taken over my body outruns the cold water I fall into when the waves crash over me. My body tumbles under the water and my board bumps against me. I try to swim back up to the surface but the current is strong. I don't know where I am and I can't see under the water. My nose burns when water rushes up my nostrils. I squeeze my eyes tight and just swim upwards in hope of reaching air. Maybe this was a bad idea, but the thrill is still keeping me excited.

I finally reach the surface after what feels like years. John B and Pope's screams are dull against the whistling wind. I hop back on my board and give the two guys a thumbs up and a wicked smile. Pope looks like he's about ready to have a heart attack and John B breathes out a sigh of relief as he paddles closer to me.

"You alright?" He asks me.

"Fine," I yell against the wind.

John B nods. He looks like he's about to say something else, but something over my shoulder catches his attention. I turn myself around, intrigued at what's he's seeing other than the water, clouds, and a bunch of rain. Then I see it. A boat that barely looks afloat, so far out that it looks like a speck against the rain.

"We should probably go," I say. I don't want John B's mind to run to what might have happened to Dad out there. Maybe he was caught by a storm like this, maybe his boat went overboard and his body is out there floating with the fishes. I don't know. The last thing I need him to do right now is speculate. Even if the same thoughts are running through my head, John B thinks he's still alive. These thoughts will keep him up all night. He doesn't move, however. "John B let's go."

~ ~ ~

JJ is already laying on the pull out bed in my living room when I get out of the shower. JJ crashes here most days of the week. He'd much rather be here than with his drunk abusive dad. Our friends don't know the extent of how shitty his relationship really is with his dad. But I do. I found out when I was thirteen. JJ snuck through my bedroom window after a tough night with his dad. His face and torso were covered in bruises. It took everything in me not to burst out in tears right then and there. But for some reason, he trusted me of all people with his biggest secret. I cleaned him up and let him sleep in my bed with me. Every once in a while we repeat the process. Sometimes he's not even hurt, he just shows up. And I let him in because I like having him there.

I fall onto the mattress next to him and prop my head up on my hand, leaning on my elbow. I run my fingers through his hair, feeling satisfied and bubbly when he moans in response.

"When did you get here?" I ask him.

"You were in the shower. Don't worry I didn't peak, but I was tempted," He says into his pillow.

I use the same hand I had woven in his hair and punch his shoulder playfully, making him fall on his back. His lips turn up in a grin.

I lay there for a second, looking up at the ceiling. My eyes feel heavy, the events of the day officially taking over my body. I peek an eye over at JJ who's watching me carefully as if I might break under his fingertips.

"What?" I grin to myself, thankful for the darkness so he couldn't see the blush on my cheeks. Again.

"You all right?" He asks, pushing my hair out of my face so he can look straight into my eyes.

"Why wouldn't I be?"

JJ hesitates, like he's trying to pick the right words to say. I watch him closely, studying every mark and crevice on his face. Beautiful and clear like always. Even when it's covered in bruises and blemishes, he's handsome. I could look at him all day.

"You hate storms," He says.

"I can sleep through anything," I tell him. "And I don't hate storms. They make for...eventful surfing days."

His face drops to a more serious one. "You know what I mean."

I do. Storms have never really frightened me. Not really. But ever since my dad disappeared nine months ago, I worried that he would get caught in a storm like this, that by morning there would be a knock on my door from an officer who would tell me that a dead body has washed up on shore and they ID'd him as my father. The image leaves me with nightmares on nights like tonight.

JJ's the only one who knows this.

I don't like talking about it. Like JJ, we have this in common. So instead of telling him I'm fine and him not believing me, I pull the blanket at the edge of the mattress over our bodies and tuck myself into his side, laying my head on his shoulder. A position so intimate for just us "friends." I hope he can't feel my heart pounding beneath my skin, against his side. I let my body soften against his, feeling sleep take over me. I fall into a dreamless sleep next to JJ, hoping that the storm will be gone by the time we wake up.

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Soaked Leather

Summary: Andy makes you get off on his boots.

Pairing: Andy Barber x Reader

Warnings: Smut, Dom/Sub, Daddy Kink, Misuse of Boots, Degradation.

Word Count: 1,239

Author Notes: I saw a pic of Andy’s boots and my mind came up with this little, lewd AF fic.

*Another Entry for @jtargaryen18 #30 Days of Chris 2020 Challenge.*

No Beta, all fuck ups are my own.

Reblogs and Likes are amazing! Feedback and comments are encouraged!

“I’m in no mood to deal with your disobedience. You’re going to be good or I’ll take it out on your ass.” His threat was simple as he brings you down to your knees on the bathroom floor.

His hand weaves its way into your hair, thwarting any attempt at escape. The tile floor of the bathroom was hard and unforgiving on your knees as Andy stares you down.

He moves your head in the motion of ‘yes’ as he speaks for you, “What do we say? We say “Yes, Daddy”.” Your scalp burns along with your cheeks as he talks down to you like a child.

His hand slips from your hair as he turns and shucks his blue blazer, tossing it on the double sink vanity.

You wait patiently for him, not wanting to add to his obvious irritation already. Hands clasped behind your back like always.

Andy spies you in the mirror, waiting like the good girl he knew you could be. He starts rolling up the sleeves on his button up as he speaks.

“Now, imagine my surprise when I come home after a long, tough day at work, to find my Little Girl grinding her greedy pussy on my office chair.”

You bite your lip in shame knowing it was wrong, but you just couldn’t help yourself. He shakes his head, hand lifting to rub his beard as he tuts you like a pet, “You best not have ruined the leather.”

Watery eyes and gasps of an apology are on your lips, but Andy doesn’t want to hear it.

One large finger rests over your lips, silencing your regretful actions. “No. No speaking. I only want moans for the rest of the evening. I don’t want you to slip up and make me punish you even more.”

A small smile reaches his face, then it’s gone in a flash as he slips the finger on your lips into your mouth. You suckle softly on the thick finger, wishing it was his cock instead.

Andy hums. Eyes squinting as he watches your face, “I know you’re sorry.” Your eyes light up and you nod furiously, wanting him to know how stupid you felt for disobeying him.

“But you wanted to be a greedy, dirty girl while I was gone and that’s not right. You’re supposed to be my greedy, dirty girl. I’m the one who takes you apart and puts your back together.” His fingers hold your tongue and jaw down, drool slips from your mouth and onto your naked chest.

Andy tips your head back, sliding his finger further into your mouth tickling your throat and making you gag, “Well, if you needed to cum so badly, I have to best thing for you to grind on.” He palms his growing erection as he watches you sputter around his finger.

He extends his black booted foot out, nestling it between your spread thighs waiting for you to realize your predicament. Your eyes widen as you feel the thick leather push against your mound, eliciting a tiny gasp from you.

Heat reaches your cheeks when you realize Andy wants you to get yourself off on his boot.

A lewd moan slips around Andy’s finger as you lower yourself fully onto the boot, grinding down and back getting it slick with your arousal.

You suck his finger harder as you move your hips back and forth. The leather feels soft against your mound.

“There you go, be that dirty girl and make a mess.” Andy groans out as he angles his boot up higher giving you more surface to work with. He slips another finger into your mouth as one particular thrust of your hips makes you mewl.

“Suck my fingers good, Little Girl and I may give you my cock.” You pick up speed, sucking with vigor on his thick fingers.

Spit freely flows down your chin as you grind harder chasing your orgasm. You almost slip off Andy’s boot with one particularly strong thrust but he catches you with his other hand, planting itself at the base of your hairline.

“God, you’re such a dirty, little slut. Got so caught up in cumming you almost fell flat on your face. Good thing Daddy was here to save you, huh?” His demeaning words lit you aflame. Groaning around his fingers, your eyes roll back as you grind down harder, arousal leaking all over his boot.

Andy fists your hair sharply and thrusts a third finger in your mouth, “Be a good girl now and cum. Cum all over Daddy’s boot.”

You release a choked moan at his command, instantly hitting your peak and cumming loudly around his fingers. The pain coming from the base of your hairline added to the intensity of the orgasm, making you drool heavily all over your body and his fingers.

Andy wipes his spit covered fingers on his pants, then cradles your face in his palm, “Good girl.”

You breathing returns to normal as Andy removes his boot from your pussy and palms his erection as he looks over his now slick soaked boot.

“Look at the mess you’ve made.” He chastises as you turn beat red noticing how soaked his boot was.

Andy snakes his hand around the back of your neck again and brings your head down to the floor over his boot, “Lick it clean.” His tone left no room for error as you look over the mess.

From the thick laces all the way down to the toe was covered in cum. All shiny and slick. It was slipping down over the side of the leather boot, soaking into the material.

Andy cleared his throat, “Get to work.”

You glance up at him to find his hand unbuckling his belt and pulling out his throbbing cock. His jaw twitches when your tongue peaks out to take the first lick on his boot.

You both groan at the action, it was so dirty and lewd, your dripping pussy couldn’t help but clench. The power Andy had over you always left you dizzy and wanting more.

You stare up at him as you give his boot long, slow licks from toe to laces tasting your sweet cum and leather mixing together.

Andy lets out an obscene groan as he jerks himself off as you lick your cum from hit boot. You smile up at Andy licking your lips lewdly, “Almost done, Daddy.” You bend back down giving a few more licks, until his boot is spotless.

You sit back on your heels and watch as Andy fists his cock harder and faster. His face turns red as his body tightens up and he cums with a loud grunt. Lines and droplets of white cum splatter the boot you were licking clean only moments before.

Andy leans against the vanity, huffing out a sigh of contentment and smirks at the quizzical look on your face.

He leans down taking your chin in his hand, “You were a bad girl while I was gone and bad girls don’t get Daddy’s cock.”

You pout as you look up at him, hoping he will change his mind and fuck you over the vanity, “But Daddy-” Tears pepper your eyes.

Andy raises his hand, stopping your pitiful plea, “Ah ah, my boot is dirty, Little Girl.” He points down to his cum covered boot, voice hard and demanding, “Get to work.”

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