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I had people over yesterday, but I also bought the wrong flavour of wet food pate so Pangur spent the entire time vomiting, then begging for food (because she'd vommed it all out), then filling the room with meat-stink farts.
and also begging to be held bc she didn't feel good, even though the pressure of me holding her just pushed out more farts.
#AHHH#she does great on this food đ it's just that the store was out of the flavour I usually buy#and her stomach gets easily upset by new stuff#pangur
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SITREP (John Price x Reader)
Dinner continues after you get a hold of your emotions.
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CW: mention of deceased parents.
Hopefully I slalomed through this dinner without adding too many personal details so the reader remains as much of a blank slate as possible while retaining some interesting backstory.
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You take a few long moments in front of a large gilded mirror to breathe deeply, shaking off the lingering pall of grief, occupying your hands by checking your hair and make-up. John had been out of the country when your parents had been killed, unreachable for long months while you struggled to keep your ship afloat amongst the ensuing chaos. The situation had left you de-stabilized for longer than you cared to admit, John more familiar with the aftermath â the constant fighting with David and wild emotional dysregulation that he had weathered with equanimity. You canât help but wonder what your parents would think about you dating the man youâd been fast friends with for all these years. Would your mother think it inevitable or inconceivable that you would see John in a new light after everything you had been through? Youâre touching up your lipstick when Michelleâs face appears over your shoulder in the reflection.Â
âAre you ok? Iâm sorry if Kate upset you. Sheâs prone to prying and forgets herself sometimes.â
âItâs fine, the emotion takes me by surprise every now and then. Needed a minute to get my head on straight, as John would say.â
You answer as you square your shoulders, turning to face the other woman. Michelle nods sympathetically, twisting her fingers together in front of herself.
âIâm sorry for your loss. John is pretty concerned; I think he would have come in after you himself if I hadnât offered to come check on you.â
You give the other woman a reassuring smile, gently rolling your eyes at the unsurprising news of Johnâs overprotective streak. She carries on before you can make a weak joke about his hovering.
âYou guys are pretty serious, hm? He didnât call you his girlfriend when he took Kate to task about being too intrusive, he said you were his partner.â
A warmth blooms from the pit of your stomach, and you have to fight to keep your smile from growing into an inappropriately triumphant grin. John was listening after all bouncing around in your mind. Michelle follows you out of the bathroom, chatting easily.
âItâs nice to see him with someone that loosens him up. I canât remember the last time we did something like this. There was a time where I didnât think he would ever relax. I swear his shoulders were habitually around his ears most of the time I saw him. Iâm rooting for you two.â
âThank you, weâve had our challenges so far but have come out the other side stronger I think.â
You squeeze Johnâs shoulder again as you step around his seat, his hand coming up to rest on your side protectively before you sit, his attention zeroing in on you.
âItâs alright, I was just caught off guard. Everything is fine.â
You reassure him, squeezing his wrist before his hand slips away again. Kate is contrite.
âI apologize, it was tactless to ask such a personal question.â
With a smile and a wave of your hand you try to place her at ease, not wanting dinner to grind to an uncomfortable halt.
âNo, no, you couldnât have known. Quite alright. Iâm usually better behaved, I blame the red wine on an empty stomach for making me emotional.â
John huffs, having seen you far worse for wear but satisfied all is well if you still have a sense of humour. Kateâs face also relaxes into one of relief, and they both sag back into their chairs slightly.Â
âAre you a cigar aficionado as well, Kate? Johnâs been wanting to come here since it opened.â
âOnly when weâre playing poker. The âlil missus doesnât like the smoke.â
Michelle takes a half-hearted swat at her wife who smiles in return, shrugging slightly as if the truth would come out regardless.
âNo more smoking inside if everything works out, sorry John.â
Michelle adds with a small smile in Johnâs direction. He nods, as if he was expecting the news.
âFair enough. Iâm not smoking as much as I used to these days. Although I am interested to pop downstairs and see what their selection is like. I was gifted a beautiful lighter for Christmas, would be a shame to not use it a little more.â
The look John sends your way makes your skin prickle again. Not just with the desire thatâs been simmering between you two all night but backed with the warmth of genuine deep-seated affection. It makes you want to crawl on to his lap and mess up his perfect tie despite all the onlookers. He reads the look on your face and the corner of his mouth quirks up. He doesnât take his eyes off of you as he reaches into his inner jacket pocket, finally breaking eye contact to hand over the vintage lighter to Kateâs curious reach.
Your eyes follow it as she turns it over, examining the silver rectangle. It has a unique arm mechanism for lighting, effectively stamping out the flame when shut. Itâs all hand wrought, the screws on the bottom for refilling the chambers individually made. Thereâs a delicate filigree up the corners, leaving the worn space in the middle empty for the engraving you had commissioned with Johnâs initials. John had been thrilled with your small gift, it had immediately joined his wallet and watch as an essential item he carried around every day.
âItâs a 1928 Kickstarter from Colibri. No idea where she found one in such good shape, it works like a dream.â
Kate tries the lighting arm and it swings upwards easily, a flame springing forth almost instantly. She snaps it shut again with a satisfying click and offers it to Michelle to inspect. You take a sip of your wine to avoid Johnâs intent gaze on the side of your face, certain that if you look over, youâll give in to the overwhelming urge to reach out and touch him. You can practically feel him willing you to turn and he only relents when Michelle hands the lighter back, a knowing smile hovering at the corners of her mouth. Â Â Â
âLooks like sheâs got a homerun here. Thatâs a lovely piece, John.â
âI had to look for a while to find one in good working order.â
You supply, pleased these women who seem to know John so well are impressed with your gift.
âYou know who else would appreciate that? Simon.â
Kate gestures to the lighter in Johnâs hand, raising her eyebrow at him in an expression you donât understand. Michelle turns to face her wife immediately, concerned.
âKate, no. No work stuff.â
âWhat? John will want to know.â
Kateâs tone is innocent, but her wifeâs posture tells another story.
âKnow what?â
John is cautious, returning the lighter to his inner pocket slowly, his eyes tracking from Michelle to Kate.
âHeâs asked for the paperwork to be discharged; heâs going to retire. Making noise about moving back to this neck of the woods.â
John hums and his hand settles on your forearm, making you glance over at him in surprise. Youâre fairly certain heâs unaware heâs reached out and grabbed you, his focus solely on Kateâs face. Kate notices the knee-jerk reaction though, and you watch her face rapidly go through a series of complicated emotions you couldnât name even if pressed. Â
âYouâre right, I do want to know.â
Johnâs tone of voice has a measured calmness to it that belies the grip his hand has on your forearm.
âWell, this is all very cryptic. Who is Simon?â
You donât dislodge his hand, raising an eyebrow at him when he slowly turns away from Kate to explain.
âSimon was my Lieutenant. Heâs had aâŚÂ rough go lately. Not surprised heâs wanting out but did he say what he plans to do?â
John answers your question broadly before directing another question back towards Kate. Michelle sighs, and you get the impression that this hi-jacking of the conversation happens more often than she condones. Â
âNo, not to me. Nor anyone else as far as I know. I was hoping maybe you could check in on him.â
âHm. Yeah, could do â â
John is interrupted by dinner arriving. Everything is laid out still steaming and fragrant, fresh from the kitchen. Michelle shakes her head at the platter that is set before Kate, disbelief written across her face. Johnâs plate isnât much better, the thick slab of meat before him making your eyebrows raise.
âIs this a military thing?â
You ask Michelle in a stage whisper, John letting go of your arm to attend to his enormous meal. Heâs got a baked potato and lightly roasted green beans to get through as well, never mind the huge cut of meat. Kateâs lobster tail and steak take up most of the plate before her, with a potato of her own nestled beside a garden salad.
âNo, itâs an excellent food thing.â
John answers, his eyes crinkling in good humour. Kate makes a sound of agreement before adding with a smile.
âAnd itâs a Johnâs paying kind of thing.â
âKate!â
Michelleâs back to scolding her wife but John just smiles, not offended in the least.
âSheâs earned it, Michelle. Donât worry.â
âLord help us, donât encourage her John. I havenât decided yet how I feel about you two not working together anymore.â
Kate smirks at that and clinks her glass against Johnâs, and in a flash the depth of their friendship becomes clear. You refocus on your own food, wondering again at this part of Johnâs life youâve heretofore been excluded from. You soothe your slightly wounded ego by reminding yourself that Johnâs trying at least to bridge the formidable gap between his work life and what you consider to be his ârealâ life. His enjoyment of the company across the table is evident to you though, giving you pause. Michelle picks up on your thoughtful turn and catches your eye as you cut into the tender side of the filet mignon in front of you.
âTheyâre always having side conversations, itâs insanely annoying. It was worth putting up with it to know someone out there had her back when they were working. Now, itâs just taking the piss, as you say over here.â
She narrows her eyes at John who has the good grace to look slightly chastised. Kate ignores her wife, digging into the lobster with gusto. Â
âJohn doesnât talk to me about his work much. Itâs all classified, apparently. I just found out that you two existed the other day.â
You try to gently joke with her, brushing off the fact that you know next to nothing about Johnâs work other than the broadest strokes. Michelle sends you a kind look and nods in understanding while Kate stares down John over her buttered lobster.
âField work is difficult - Kate you know that. Itâs safer for everyone if thereâs nothing to leverage. As recently proved.â
You barely understand the context of Johnâs words, leverage striking you as an odd phrase when talking about relationships. You gather heâs talking about the break-in and subsequent shit show only just recently put behind you. Kate understands his meaning straight away though and shrugs, arching a brow across the table at John whoâs paused in eating his meal.
âGod love ya John, you always pick the hardest possible path forward. I get where youâre coming from, just not sure on the execution in reality.â
âCould you two speak English, please?â
Michelle interjects, her eyes on your face as you quietly puzzle over the layered conversation going on. If you knew her better you would say the look on her face was sympathetic. Kate explains herself for your benefit, her eyes flicking between you and John.
âI worked with John for years and if it makes you feel any better, he didnât tell me that you existed until recently either. He seemed to be under the impression that keeping the spheres of his life from overlapping was the safest way to operate. The idea being that it would keep you from becoming a target. Iâd say forewarned is forearmed, myself. But I understand his logic. His work was dangerous.â
Johnâs face is suddenly serious, his hands still, waiting for your reaction. Youâre trying to piece together what little you know of his work and the events of the last few months. The idea that heâd been living what amounts to a dual life is jarring for some reason. You like to think you know John well, and this night is reminding you thereâs a lot you are unaware of. Kateâs revelation that she didnât know him as well as she thought either is cold consolation.
âSo, keeping everyone separate in their own little box was about safety?â
âItâs always about your safety.â
John answers and you get the impression thereâs more to be said but heâs holding his tongue. You decide to leverage it out of him later. What possible danger could there be in meeting these women now that wasnât there when he was working? You exchange a long, silent look with him that must convey your skepticism because he only physically relaxes when you eat another bite of dinner, seemingly letting it go for the moment. Kate watches the tense exchange between you with rapt interest as she polishes off the rest of her lobster and salad.
âI donât know about anyone else, but my dinner is simply delicious.â
Michelle breaks the silence, reaching across her wifeâs arm to snag her gin and tonic and take a delicate sip. You smile in appreciation at her attempt to break the newest layer of tension, Kateâs chagrined face only making your grin wider. You exchange an amused look with Michelle as she hands the gin and tonic back to her annoyed wife.
âThe food is really delectable. Iâm getting full but it tastes so good! Iâm going to risk popping my dress.â
Michelle laughs and Kate smiles over a bite of steak.
âI know John can put away a lot of food, but these portions are massive you guys. Iâm impressed.â
You continue, a hint of awe entering your tone as you watch Kateâs methodical approach to her plate.
âI suspect they donât half-ass things around here.â
Kate supplies, looking pointedly at the rich appointments around the big dining room. From the chandeliers to the floor length window dressings, the restaurant screams sumptuousness. John is just as regimented about his food as Kate, most of his steak gone and half of the side dishes remaining. He huffs in acknowledgment of Kateâs words, amused.
âThey havenât half-assed their prices so I would hope not.â
You smile into your last bite of filet mignon, relaxing into the gentle banter again. You take a moment while finishing what you can of your dinner to observe the way the group easily pivots from topic to topic, and the familiarity of it is striking to you. John is himself with them, there is no pretence in his conduct and you puzzle over his insistence on keeping you separated from people he gets along with so well. If what he says is to be believed, John spent his career being concerned about your safety such that he went to extreme lengths to keep you protected from its dangers. Thatâs not the behavior of a man who has only recently decided he wanted more from your friendship. His admission about the dress you're wearing turning him on years before he asked you out rattles around in your brain like a marble you canât stop rolling around. His hand on your forearm draws you back to the present, and you look at him, his vibrant blue eyes taking in your dazed expression.
âDo you want more wine? Iâm having coffee. Kateâs having another gin and Michelle is going to have a decaf.â
He asks, filling you in quickly once he clocks that you were lost in thought.
âYes, that would be lovely. Please.â
The return of your manners earns you a warm smile and John turns to the waiter to relay your order. The dishes are cleared and you spend the next three quarters of an hour forcing yourself to stay present in the moment and not withdraw to puzzle over all youâve learned. You find yourself naturally drawn to Michelle, her dry wit cutting and more than a match for her formidable and straightforward wife. Kate and John seem to be able to have a conversation within a conversation, and you quickly learn what Michelle means about it being annoying. It especially grates on your nerves as itâs typically you and John with a litany of inside jokes scattered through any conversation. Having the shoe on the other foot is less fun than you imagined. John excuses himself to the bathroom, which you know is code for paying the bill and you steel yourself to spend the next few moments alone with his friends.
âYouâve had a lot of change over the last few months, what with starting to date John and then moving in so quickly after the break in. How are you finding living with him?â
Kateâs got the question out as soon as Johnâs big frame leaves the general vicinity of the table.
âItâs like anything, a bit of an adjustment but itâs been good. Heâs far neater than me, maybe you should ask him what living with me is like instead.â
You laugh before you continue, mentally acknowledging your vastly different decorating styles. Johnâs a minimalist where you love fun and funky tchotchkes. Your flat had been crammed to the rafters with knick-knacks. Moving in with John had necessitated parting ways with a lot of your less sentimental pieces. The lowkey dispute about the Christmas decorations had hardly been a solitary event.
âSo far it's been lovely, he lets me have my way most of the time and pairs the most delicious wines with dinner. I have no complaints or salacious details, sorry ladies.â
You keep your most recent fight to yourself, unwilling to expose John or yourself to the scrutiny of these women, even if they mean well. In the end, you had gotten what you wanted there too, which was to be heard and considered in matters that concerned you. Which by all accounts, seems to have landed for John.
âHe plays it pretty close to the vest too, as previously established. Was hoping you would be a bit more forthcoming.â
Kate smiles, not unkindly, but her rampant curiosity might as well be a neon sign flashing over her face. Her wife elbows her arm with all the subtlety of a gunshot and the dirty blonde schools her face back into something more restrained. You offer a smile and swirl the dregs of your wine, unsure what the other woman was hoping to learn.
âHe snores when heâs been drinking?â
Kate gives a startled laugh and shakes her head quickly.
âNo, thatâs not what I meant.â
âI suspect the John you know and the John I know are the same, we just see him in different scenarios.â
âTrue enough to a point. He doesnât let me have my way as often, I'm going to guess.â
You can feel heat creeping over your cheeks at the suggestive tone and she carries on before you can speak.
âIâm more interested in you, than how he behaves when heâs with you, to clarify what I meant. You went to university?â
You nod dumbly, the wine doing nothing to help your mind focus. Kate rolls along with more questions, to her wifeâs open annoyance.
âKate, leave her alone. Seriously.â
âWhere do you work? Have you been there long?â
âUh, I quit, before Christmas. After the break-in John and I talked and Iâm going to find something else. I wasnât happy there. So, technically working nowhere right now.â
âWere you using your degree?â
âNo, it was customer service essentially with some data entry. Soul sucking. Awful.â
âWhat would you prefer to do?â
âIâm not sure. I think being a docent would be fun but those positions can be quite hard to get.â
Michelleâs distracted from trying to back Kate off this line of questioning by this tidbit of information, and her attention swings to you.
âOh! Like at the Tower of London? They were phenomenal! That would be a fun job.â
âYes, exactly. Having new faces to chat to every day and all that history around would be â â
âWhat does John think?â
Kate interrupts, the curiosity on her face in full force. The wine answers before you can corral your thoughts into something more even-tempered.
âI haven't mentioned it yet, besides, why would he care? He wonât be the one working there.â
Michelle tilts her head backs and laughs, Johnâs quizzical face popping into view at the end of the table eventually subduing her mirth.
âHate to interrupt but everyone ready?â
You exchange a smile with Michelle and nod at John, standing and linking you hand with his outstretched one. He leads you back through the restaurant to collect your coats from the coat check. Afterwards you stand on the chilly sidewalk to exchange hugs and goodbyes, a whispered good luck sent in to Michelleâs ear that she acknowledges with an extra squeeze before letting you go. Kate bundles her wife into a waiting cab with a final wave out the window, and John convinces you to go peruse the cigars downstairs before heading home yourselves. If things work out for the two women, he reasons Kate will need a celebratory cigar to herald in their newest adventure. You canât say no to his sentimental reasoning and find yourself an hour later, back in the same place on the sidewalk, Johnâs newest purchases tucked into your clutch to protect against the damp while you wait for the valet. Â Â
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Quaritch x Sunshine!reader? Like Quaritch being well.. himself all the time and reader is like trying to tell him ways to be more optimistic and tries cheer him up. Shes not scared of him or upset that he turns down her ideas, shes just super fing persistent and Quaritch ends up falling for her. + maybe when the others find out they are like super surprised and tease them or smthn. Ily! <3
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Oooh I love this. Grumpy x sunshine ALWAYS. Also ily too bby! <3 Writing this with Y/N as a recom~
You smiled at the man across the table from you. He leaned in, ears flattening and bared his teeth menacingly. "I do not need any of your silly little tricks to be "happy". I'm just fine the way I am."
You sighed, rolling your eyes playfully, pushing off of the desk as you turned to go. "Fine, Colonel, but you'll see. It helps a lot more than you think it does."
He fought the urge to watch the sway of your hips and tail as you exited the room. Too stressed. Mediation. Yoga?? Ugh. What did that girl know anyway?
~~~
The Colonel had been especially stressed and who wouldn't be? Yanked back from the quiet of death, thrust into a life you all thought you'd left behind. Somehow your group had become solely responsible for resolving this conflict with Jake Sully even though there was a whole force waiting to be used. Perks of being a new and improved soldier, you supposed.
Your hands rolled the pieces of dough before plopping them onto a baking sheet. He might not be interested in soul stuff, but surely I can get to him through his stomach.
Later, you held the container of cookies in one hand and strolled down the hallway, taking a breath before you moved into Quaritch's office. You smoothed the note you'd put on the top and gently set the box down on his desk, centering it nicely.
"Y/N! What are you doing in here?"
You flinched and turned, giving him a bright smile. "Just bringing you some cookies, that okay?"
His lip curled back in a snarl. "Cookies? You've resorted to cookies? I'm not a child."
You took the opportunity to slip out of the room, patting his shoulder gently.
He growled in frustration, stomping over to his desk and throwing himself into his chair. He eyed the box curiously and reached for it to pull a cookie out. He sniffed it, uncertain, before popping it into his mouth. With a groan, he leaned back and closed his eyes, savoring it.
"Shit, these are good."
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You sat on the top of a building, your banshee curled up behind you, bathing in the early light. Your mat underneath you, you stretched, hands reaching out in front. Your banshee chirped a curious sound and your ears swiveled to attention.
The colonel stood awkwardly, rolled mat tucked under his arm, lips pursed tight. Your head tilted as you appraised him. He stood frozen under your scrutiny. You huffed a laugh and beamed at him, sitting back on your heels. "Come sit next to me, Colonel."
He set his mat down at your side, unrolling it underneath your watchful gaze. He crouched down and looked at you then back to the sky ahead. With a deep breath, he turned again to you and asked, "So what's this yoga thing?"
You grinned eagerly, excited he was opening up to the idea. "For me, it's about being more in tune with my body and finding a bit of peace in my day. Some people enjoy it because you can become stronger, have better balance, things like that. I enjoy the spiritual aspect of it."
His nose wrinkled, slightly unsure, but he shrugged and nodded. "Alright.. well.. what do we do?"
You adjusted to a plank position, knowing he would be more familiar with that than any other pose. He moved easily, holding himself up alongside you. You regulated your breathing, in tune with him watching you from the side. He steadied himself, searching for whatever peace you seemed to have. Nothing.
You moved behind him, gently lifting his hips. "Now, I want you to try what's called a downward facing dog."
He grunted in surprise, tail whipping out to snap across your forearms. You jumped back, wide-eyed and he turned to you, wincing and rubbing the back of his neck. "Sorry.. but you gotta buy me dinner first if you're going to grab at my hips like that."
You stared at him, processing for a moment before doubling over in laughter. His tail quivered, pleased with the noise coming from you and that he'd caused it. You smiled and gasped, looking past him. He turned and gaped, eyes widening. Polyphemus was high in the sky. Light rose over the trees, the sky a light pink shot through with gold.
He felt your hand rest on his shoulder as you watched the morning light together. His skin buzzed and he looked up at you, noting the way your cheeks rose at the beauty of the sky. Your banshee called out to the others flying nearby, startling you both from the quiet of the moment.
~~~
After a harrowing experience with rooftop yoga, Quaritch's body rebelled against him, legs a bit more jelly than he'd ever admit. That could have had something to do with your soft smile and gentle hands guiding him into the different poses, though..
You stepped through the door, grabbing a respirator and slinging it around his neck, careful of his ears. He stilled, eyes locked on your hands reaching for another. His arm shot out, pushing your hand down before he pulled a respirator from the wall, dropping his mat in the process. Both hands free, he stepped to face you, gently settling it over your head and holding it up to your face.
"Breathe," he whispered.
You coughed lightly, sucking in air. Your eyes were wide over the respirator as he held it to your face, pulling his own to cover his mouth and nose. He drank in deeply, eyes never leaving yours.
He scrutinized you in a new light. Maybe your ideas weren't so silly after all. He flinched when he felt a hand settle on his bicep. You pulled the respirator down, a tentative smile on your face. "Thank you for joining me this morning. I'll meet you for chow in a bit."
He watched you, dumbstruck, taking in your figure as it slipped lithely around a corner. An arm was suddenly thrown over his shoulder and he turned to see Lyle unable to contain his most notable grin. The other man's hand came down and slapped him across the back. "Ooh, sweaty. What were you two up to this morning?"
Quaritch bristled and sensing impending doom, Lyle took off down the hallway, crowing out a laugh. He shook his head and stood quietly, existing in the moment, soaking in the morning.
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Also having a vision of sunshine Y/N calling him popcorn because of colonel being pronounced 'kernel'.
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Dumpster Baby: 2
Charlie woke up the next day and immediately got started on breakfast. She remembered how small she was for an angel. She wondered whether it was just a height thing or if she was malnourished. Either way, both of them needed to eat something that morning. She cooked up the most plain and simple hell dish she could think of, as she didnât know how easily her body would be able to adjust to hellâs food.
She finished eating her breakfast before putting toast and porridge on a tray and headed upstairs. She knocked on the door to her new roommateâs bedroom. When she didnât get an answer, she decided to head in.Â
The angel was still curled up in all of the stuffies, sleeping soundly. Charlie walked over to the bed and set the tray on her nightstand before softly shaking the girl awake.
âRise and shine~â She sing-songed softly. The angel whined and tried to pull the covers over her head. Charlie was about to say something when the girl started to whimper rather loudly and started to squirm.
âCan you open your eye for me? I can give you some painkillers,â Charie asked, guessing that she was in pain.
Vaggie whined and opened her eye, a tear forming. Ever since she woke up, her eye and back were burning in pain. It was agony and she wanted it to stop.
âGood girl~â Charlie helped sit the girl up and took a needleless syringe with a liquid inside and placed it in between her lips.
âIt might taste a little nasty, but itâs going to help,â She said before pushing down on it, and Vaggie swallowing the liquid. Once the syrup was all finished, the angel stuck her tongue out and made a face.
âI know, its gross. Buuut, I got some toast with jam and some oatmeal!â Charlie announced, placing the tray on her lap.
Vaggie looked at the meal in front of her. It didnât look that appetizing as Heavenâs breakfast. That made her begin to miss her old home. She picked up the toast and took a bite out of it, smearing jam all over her upper lip. The toast felt moldy and dry but the jam just tasted bitter. Even as small as she was, she didnât want to seem rude so she finished the toast. Charlie helped spoon feed her porridge while rambling about stuff.
âOh! I forgot to mention, Iâm Charlie, by the way, Morningstar!â She greeted her
That made Vaggie freeze. The Charlotte Morningstar, the princess of hell, was the one who was taking care of her. She felt sick to her stomach. With the new foreign food making her tummy churn mixed with this shocking fact, it made it hard to keep her breakfast down. She turned away from the princess and expelled the contents of her stomach.Â
âOh, boy,â Charlie sighed. She rubbed the little oneâs back as she continued to throw up. Vaggie started sobbing and hyperventilating again.
âHey, itâs okay, we all get upset tummies sometimes,â Charlie reassured her. After a bit more comforting, Vaggie finally calmed down.
âAlright, you just rest here, Iâll clean up the mess, okay?â She told her, picking up the dirty dishes and leaving to go grab some cleaning supplies. Vaggie curled up in the fetal position. Charlie came back with a couple of rags, cleaning supplies, and Vaggieâs teddy.
âTeddy!â Vaggie yelled, making grabby hands when she saw him. Charlie chuckled and handed the girl the teddy bear. Vaggie snuggled him tightly. It made her completely forget about what made her freak out in the first place.
Vaggie snuggled with her stuffies while Charlie cleaned up the mess. The pain from her back and eye were starting to die down. When Charlie was finished making sure it was completely gone, she left for Vaggie to get some rest.
Vaggie would slip in and out of consciousness throughout the first week, constantly napping, resting, and cuddling. Charlie did manage to get her name which was good. However, She barely ate, traumatized from her first experience. So Charlie called her father, hoping he would have some angelic food rations.
âSoo, you found an angel in the dumpster, who feels like a baby, and you want me to bring some angelic food and maybe talk with her?â Her father recapped their call after Charlie explained her situation.
âYes, dad. Sheâs a baby regressor, so please be kind and gentle when you talk with her,â Charlie urged.
âOkay, sweetie, Iâll try my best, Iâm still new to these kinds of things,â Lucifer said.
âThanks dad, Iâll see you in a bit,â Charlie hung up the phone.
When Lucifer came to her place, he was pretty upbeat, as he had not seen her in person in a while.
Charlie led him to the room that Vaggie was staying in but stopped him at the front of the door.
âBefore we go in, please do not judge her. Just treat her as if she were a baby or a toddler. Sheâs very sensitive and cries easily,â
âOkay, I got it, duckling,â
Lucifer walked slowly into the room, a bag full of food for her in his hands. She looked up at him, seeing a new person in the room. She tried to hide in her bundle of plushies, scared.
âHey, Little one. I see Charlie gave you some of her old plushies,â Lucifer said. He picked up one and observed it, taking in the memories from when he gave it to her.
âI heard that youâre an angel,â He started. Vaggie whimpered.
âMhm, m sowwyâŚâ She apologized.
âItâs okay. Heaven is pretty judgemental, huh?âÂ
Vaggie nodded.
âFell cuz dey dun wike wegwessors. Was too weak ta be ezzorâistâ She mumbled, hiding behind her teddy with shame.
âOh, boy. Iâm sorry, Little one, that mustâve been really traumatizing,â He says.
Charlie was listening from the other side of the door. Vaggie was an exorcist? How many people had she killed? Was she taking care of a deranged murderer? No, Vaggie was a sweet baby. She couldnât have killed people. This new information was starting to overwhelm Charlie. She wasnât sure how to take this.Â
She decided to get some space and calm down before she makes any conclusions. She walked into her bedroom and waited for her father and Vaggie to finish talking.
After a while of talking, Vaggie felt a lot more comfortable around Lucifer. She felt like she could actually speak to him and not be scared. He understood her and she didnât have to fear getting beaten up for being forced to be an exorcist.
Eventually, vaggie had tuckered herself out with all the talking and took a nap. Lucifer had given her some fruit to snack on before she fell unconscious, so she was feeling a lot better. He left the room, feeling bittersweet. It made him happy to take care of someone so young again, but it also reminded him how he wasnât really there for Charlie when she was younger. He knocked on his daughter's door and entered, wanting to tell her some of the information he had from her.
âSo whatâd you find out, dad?â Charlie asked, pausing the sappy drama show she was watching.
Lucifer sighed. âSo, she was an exorcist. About a year too. She said they were pretty abusive in the exorcist army and didnât want her to be weak. Adam had casted her out after he found out about her being a little. She said she didnât enjoy killing the souls during her first extermination but was practically forced to.â he explained.
That information calmed Charlie's nerves. She was glad she wasnât with an experienced exorcist who would kill any demon for no reason. But it also worried her. Why were they abused and forced to kill if they didnât want to? Wasnât heaven supposed to be all sunshine and rainbows?
âWhy was she forced?â she asked.
âShe didnât exactly tell me but I have an idea. Exorcists are mostly souls with a few sins but not enough to make them burn in hell. Heaven gives them the choice to join their army or burn in hell. Most choose the army. But the military isnât all that better from hell. Itâs either do as heaven says or youâre kicked out,â Lucifer answers. He was really starting to regret allowing these exterminations and for Adam of all people to be in charge of them. He never respected women. He only saw them as objects.
Charlie took in this information. She was glad that not all exorcists were bad but was also pissed with how heaven treated these souls. If they did a few sins, they shouldnât be forced into being weapons for heaven. They should be rehabilitated. Then charlie got an idea. An idea that would help sinners and souls chosen to be exorcists alike. She would open a Hotel
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Yours and Mine (This Is Our Time) on AO3: Ch. 8
Itâs a little strange, sleeping beside another man, Mulder considers as he shifts on the sofa bed for the hundredth time. Emry hasnât moved in hours but Mulder senses the man hasnât fallen asleep. So thatâs one difference between them: Mulder is a restless worrier; Emry is an unmoving brooder.
By the whistle of the wind and the dropping temperatures inside the cabin, it seems the storm outside hasnât let up. Every hour or so, Mulder jumps out of bed to stoke the fire, but theyâre running out of wood. He places another log into the hearth and reasons they have another twelve hours or so before they need an alternate source of heat.
Heâs shuffling back to the bed when Emry finally stirs, causing him to pause and take a seat by the fire instead of joining him on the mattress.
âCanât sleep?â Emry asks hoarsely. He sounds exhausted.
Mulder grunts. âToo damn cold,â he replies, grabbing a blanket from the foot of the bed and throwing it around his shoulders.
âAnd I keep thinking about what weâll do if Alan or Marston shows up,â Emry says quietly.
Mulder hums. âI keep thinking about what weâll do when that wood runs out.â Â
As the fire sparks higher, feeding off the new log, Emry looks over at him. He nods grimly and they fall silent, each contemplating the very bleak state of affairs.
âSo,â Emry eventually says, âit didnât work out between you two? Even after all those years?â
Mulder bites the inside of his cheek as he catches a glimpse of the longing in Emryâs warm, brown eyes. âUh, well,â he says, stretching a little. His shoulders feel extraordinarily tight. âIt actually did work out for a long time, although it took years to get there.â God, how to explain those years?
Emry hesitates. âHow long since you twoâbroke up?â
Mulder winces. He isnât a fan of the term broken up. It sounds so . . . Gen-Z. So callous and unfitting for the actual circumstances of what happened between him and Scully. And could you ever really break up with your soulmate?
âItâs been about two years,â he calculates, swallowing hard.
A beat. âAnd youâve kept working together?â Mulder doesnât miss the incredulity in Emryâs voice.
He shakes his head. âOnly over the past six months. We, uh, we didnât talk much for about a year and a half.â
âOh, shit.â
âYeah,â Mulder agrees. âAlthough itâs not uncommon to have . . . rifts in a partnership.â He pauses, considering his words, considering the rift that led to Scully walking out of their house two years ago. âSome rifts just take a larger toll than others.â
He feels, rather than sees, Emry grimace. âI can relate. We, uhâGemma and I havenât spoken in almost a month.â
Mulder nods. âSo Iâd heard.â
Emry smiles wryly. âOh, yes. Iâm person-of-interest number one.â
Mulder shrugs easily. âYouâre just the easiest choice. You and she are close. Thereâs a big fight. She goes missing . . . .â
âNo, I get it,â Emry says easily, then pauses. âThe first time Iâd spoken to Gemma since our fight was actually down in that basement. I hadnâtâweâd ended things on really bad terms. I wouldnât blame her if she hates me.â
Mulder shakes his head kindly. âShe doesnât hate you,â he promises, meeting Emryâs disbelieving gaze. âFor a partnership like yours, thereâs no place for hatred, even in the worst moments. What was the fight about?â
Emry sighs heavily and rakes his hands down his face. âShe, ah, she got temporarily reassigned. Just for two weeks, I think, but she was off in California for a while. We didnât get to talk much. And when she came back, I found out there was some stuff that went down on assignment that put her in a bad place. She hadnât told me.â His voice drifts off. âI was . . . upset.â Â
Mulder wonât assume he knows what they fought about, but he remembers vividly how painful it was when Scully got assigned to Peyton Ritter, how she came back with a gunshot wound to her stomach, how outrageously bitter he was about it all. How possessive. Concern can quickly devolve into jealousy, and he remembers with a hint of regret how feral he felt when he saw Scully for the first time in that hospital bed.
âIt sounds like you need to talk to her,â Mulder offers, wincing as he thinks about how infrequently he and Scully ever took time to have a real conversation about their feelings. âScully and I didnât do that enough. But it couldâve saved us some heartache, I bet. If Iâd told her everything I was feeling back then. If Iâd done that two years ago, even.â
Emry shrugs. âNowâs not really the right time for conversations.â
Mulder meets his eyes and shakes his head slowly. âItâs easy to think that. But then one day, you may be like me, wondering why the hell you didnât take the time to talk to her when you had it. When she was around. When she was willing to listen.â When her heart wasnât closed off to you.
A shadow appears in his peripheral vision and he turns to see Scully and Gemma shuffling into the living room.
Scullyâs smile is Mona Lisa-mysterious. âIâm sure Mulder and I could give you two some space,â she says roguishly, and Mulder suddenly feels lighter. Itâs been a little while since heâs seen Scully smile like she is now. Â
âYou feeling better, Gem?â Emry asks, trying to rise from the bed.
The woman smiles wanly, her face pale in the firelight. âJust a little too cold back there.â
Scully stares at Mulder enigmatically and he wonders how much she heard of their conversation. âCare if we join you two by the fire?â she asks, that smile lingering.
Mulderâs lips crack into a grin. âNothing would make us happier.â
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So My Ace Attorney + OC, Blondie Missterrie
Iâve been procrastinating talking about her because sheâs ALOT
Cause I use her for two fandoms see,
Thereâs this really good mobile game series called Criminal Case, it seems like just your standard time waster puzzle game but itâs so much more, there are these âdistrictsâ that basically function as seasons, and every season thereâs like a running plot,
The characters are really cute and interesting,
There characters have a lot of personality and the plot builds on itsself, like thereâs reoccurring characters and plot twists and betrayals and drama
And I made the main character of this game (who doesnât really have any lines or personality cause itâs a stand in for everyone) into my character Blondie Missterrie [Blondie is a play on the idea of a noir detective, cause sheâs the opposite while still being superb at her job]
Sheâs very eccentric, known for having a stomach of steel and going about cases with a perky manner and bedroom decorum.
Known for being relaxed, playful, and even occasionally flirty with the witnesses
But the thing is she always still get a the job done and sheâs very intelligent
Sheâs solved conspiracies, taken down serial killers and so much more
She loves her peers, especially her partners to death, and the few times sheâll get genuinely upset is if something happens to them
Throughout the series, usually around the end of each season, somethings will happen that do shake her, and by the end of game one(spoiler warning) where someone is targeting her life, she admits to her detective partner and best friend David Jones, that sheâs genuinely afraid (something she almost never is)
Underneath her perky personality, she does have some trauma relating to certain events
See, several times in The games, you and your partner will be doing some fun stuff after hours and all of a sudden a murder will happen
This was especially prevalent in the second game where (spoiler alert) Your partner Amy takes Blondie to her home town but murders keep happening, even to some people Amy knew.
Over the years Blondie starts to lo key think sheâs cursed and that somehow by some crazy magic itâs her fault (itâs not and characters try to tell her that if anything the universe sends her here when they know a random person if gonna commit a crime)
Another traumatic thing is in one district in the first game, a serial killer hypnotizes David Jones and starts feeding into his insecurities about how he feels inferior to Blondie despite being the more senior detective and how she gets the credit most of the time and heâs seen as a joke for his love of food (especially sweets [which Blondie finds endearing]) and his goofy clothes
(despite the fact that Blondie thinks very highly of him and despite playfully teasing him, adores him)
Under the effects of hypnosis, he attempts to murder Blondie before another officer knocks him out
She ends up feeling really bad that her friend though so badly around her, not to mention hurt that they would be capable of such acts (the serial killer later comments in court that she should be âcarefulâ around Jones)
He says heâs sorry and she forgives him⌠but⌠I mean how do you just easily get over that
Not to mention rare times where colleges turned out to be killers and times they ended up being murdered
And one time where basically, in game 5
David Jones has returned and in one season, he has a new girlfriend, except that girlfriend commits murder for sadly understandably reason involving past abuse and mental illness. So she gets put in a psych facility, but not before Jones briefly attempts to obstruct justice (he stops pretty quickly)
But later on in said psych facility, she gets murdered and Jones literally attempted to end his own life
Which of course causes Blondie to crumble into pieces (like this is one of the the most broken up times sheâs ever been)
Cause again she feels like itâs her fault somehow
Itâs not until he gets better and is able to cope with what happened that she also starts to feel better. (What talking to him at the hospital, she admits that if he didnât wake up sheâd kill herself as well in âretributionâ)
So yeah, homegirl goes through ALOT and yet still manages to be very upbeat and have her sweetheart personality (itâs just that sometimes that trauma shines through)
Itâs not that itâs a facade, she really is very cheerful despite everything, she just has her big sad moments every now and again
But now to Ace Attorney, this takes place after the first 5 games, sheâs like, in her mid 30s now (she started the games in her early 20s)
And she decides to work as a detective for the place Gumshoe works at. She still mostly the same girl, her main function in the game would be basically as a hint button, where if Nick talked to her, heâd mostly just find her seeming daydreaming, but mumbling to herself hints of where he should go next or what he should do, like
âHm⌠a weapon⌠probably a knife⌠back at the hotel⌠we should go there laterâŚâ
But yeah, Being that sheâs at this point a famous detective, unlike Gumshoe, she gets paid A Lot of money for her time
Though since Dick is her new buddy, she shares a lot of her money with him and treats him to nice things
She adores her new partner but is lo key scared to too get close to him because u know⌠trauma and stuff
(sheâs still friends with all over her old detective partners [that are alive] and they love her, but she still thinks sheâs cursed)
And so yeah, I think she makes for an interesting addition to the cast
With how much Blondie has suffered, and yet she still manages to be a sweetheart and not a supervillain, I ship her with everyone. She deserves her own harem of Waifus and Husbandsđ¤
(You havenât played all the games so you donât know the full tragedies* yet but trust me, every character in Ace attorney has their own tragedy to tell)
*just wait till you see what happens to Phoenix Game 4
I like her! She sounds like a very tough cookie, but she also sounds like she's moving towards a precipice. It's my opinion that one individual can handle only so much trauma before they break down if they don't have a release valve. Does she have anything to help her through that trauma? I imagine that her friendships with her coworkers could help, but does she have any hobbies? Maybe cooking or cleaning or making art could be therapy for her--something calming that she can do at home to help her through everything. She just seems like the type to bake cookies, to be honest, and share them with her friends and bring them into work. Like, during one Ace Attorney case, she bakes some cookies and shares them with Gumshoe, and he's just so taken by them that he actually gets distracted from doing his investigation lol
You could also use her as an OC for....Danganronpa. In those games, you get attached to the characters, only to have them either be murdered or violently executed by a mechanical bear, puhuhuhu!! (that's the bear's laugh, btw) I don't think Blondie would be a murder victim or a murdered--she may be one of the lucky few that survives to the very end and lives with all the trauma of violently losing her friends.
Inevitably, I heard of what happens to ol' Feenie after the trilogy. Something something something..,.he gets disbarred for a period of time and can't practice law. And from there he kinda spirals downwards. Oh how the mighty have fallen.....The world lost a great defense lawyer.
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Real quick cause i dont think i ever formally put this together
I was watching the sad boyz most recent podcast episode with Danny and theyre talking about insecurities and stuff as a kid and still as an adult
And Jordan asks "what is the thing, you leave conversations worrying about like....ahh im so ugly, or ughh im so dumb"
So when i was answering for myself i was like duhhhhh everytime i exit a conversation im always worried i talked too much. Like why didnt you shut tf up, you TALKKEDDD way too much and you definitely seemed so pretentious. Like why did you have to weigh in that much on topics?? Youre not an expert, let someone else speak up. Stop correcting facts, we get it your smart! Don't put it in peoples faces, you fucking know it all NO ONE CARES.
Still to this day, that is easily the number one thing that keeps me up at night.
And for some reason ive never put together that....it just comes from my mom??
Like i was so ridiculed as a child (and still am) for correcting her, for knowing things that she didnt, for always having more to add, for having more to say. Just because im a genuinely curious and passionate person and i loooove intellectualizing things and talking them through. But every single time, to this day that i counter her, im ridiculed. She gets upset, she walks away like she hates me, she tells me "i hate when you act like that" and i feel so small. And to this day, to avoid conflict, i dont correct her, or talk intelligently about things i know about that she might not because i hate the tension it causes. Like it genuinely makes my stomach turn, bc im a little kid again whos mom is genuinely angry at her for talking too much.
And thats not new information. I know that i still walk on eggshells whenever i speak around my mother. And no matter what i do, 60% of the time she IS upset at me.....having a different (and more intelligent) opinion. But i never realized that THATS why im so concerned about that after talking with my peers.
Like up until a few minutes ago, i still thought it was okay to validate that part of me that gets worried i came off as too pretentious and too smart after hanging out with people. Like i would think "you prob were"
But thats not based on actually reality. So unless they are my literal mother that is in no way peoples perception of me?? Im not talking to much, or am too smart about things, and if i do/am my friends won't resent me for it??
They are not gonna hate me, or get mad at me, or shut me out, or take their love away because i get passionate and talk about things that interest me!!
Thats just little arielle being scared.
THANK GOD what a relief i dont have to worry about that anymore. Now i know my brain was literally just making it up
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smooth like butter
bucky just loves flirting with you
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a/n: hi hi bffs !! hope ur all doing well <3 here is a flirty bucky fic inspired by butter !! he is so charming i am gonna punch a wall,, hope u all enjoy let me know what u guys think & remember to stream butter <33
Bucky didnât think he had it in him anymore, he thought surely that part of him from the 40s was long gone, erased from him after all these years.
Then his eyes landed on you at the coffee shop, a bright smile on your face as you picked up your order and made small talk with the barista, you looked so happy and god you were the most beautiful person in the world. He felt himself blushing as you turned around, his gaze quickly focusing on the the coffee infront of him.
He pulled his phone and immediately texted Sam, not know how to handle the situation.
just talk to her buck, Iâm sure youâll fall into routine like back in the day ;)
Bucky scoffed at his message, looking up to find you but you were nowhere in sight. He frowned, looking out the window and seeing you walking down the street, coffee in hand. His heart dropped a bit, upset he would never see you again, but he brushed it off quickly.
Sam was over for the weekend, the two sat in Buckys living room, watching a soccer game and making small talk.
âwas thinking of getting a catâ bucky mentioned, taking a sip of his beer and looking at Sam. The man smiled, nudging his friend.
âooh okay! gonna get yourself a little grumpy staring partner i seeâ Sam teased and bucky rolled his eyes smiling at his friend.
âdunno if i should, you know since we go on missions all the timeâ he frowned and Sam shook his head.
âyou can always ask your neighbors to cat sit if your gone for too long, Iâm sure it wonât be too much of a hassleâ Sam assured his friend and bucky smiled, nodding his head as the two friends relaxed.
The next day bucky headed to the nearest animal shelter, nervous to pick out his new feline friend, his eyes shining as they took him around the facility, presenting each of the cats with utmost pride.
âthis guys name is alpine, heâs quite mellow and sweet, very well behaved and house trainedâ Buckys eyes met with the cats and he smiled, the cat purring into Buckys hand.
âIâll take himâ he smiled, the cat cooing up to the super soldier with ease. As he signed all the papers, alpine continued to purr into Buckys touch, excited to finally have a home.
âyou can pick him up in two to three weeks after we finish up checking him out and giving him some shots! Weâll give you a call two days prior if thatâs fine with you?â The receptionist smiled and bucky nodded, waving goodbye to alpine and walking out the shelter doors.
Bucky had a smile on his face and his eyes were for once off the floor, smiling to himself as he shopped for his new friend, getting him all sorts of toys and treats. He easily went up the stairs to his apartment before stopping at his door and realizing he need to unlock the door. The boxed and bags he had so delicately balanced came tumbling down as he set them down to reach for his key.
âfuckâ he whispered, trying to balance everything only to have him drop his key.
âlet me help!â he heard a sweet voice, he was too embarrassed to look up, fumbling with everything as you took half the things in your hand and let him grab the keys. Bucky looked up and met your eyes, his heart raced and he realized it was you, from the coffee shop.
He didnât let his state linger for long, quickly moving to unlock the door and grab the rest of the things from the floor, holding the door open and inviting you in.
âyou can set it on the counter, thanks so muchâ he smiled, you nodded, placing everything down gently as your arms already shook from how heavy the boxes were.
âyouâre getting a cat?â You smiled and bucky heard sams words ringing in his ears, just be yourself, let the 40s flow back to you, he had scoffed at him before but now here was bucky, letting himself just trust his gut.
âyeah! i get lonely sometimes and ive always wanted a catâ bucky smiled, your knees buckled. God his smile, that had to be the most charming smile in all of Brooklyn, you were sure of it.
âoh nice! I used to have a cat, his name was mittensâ you smiled, nervous as he looked at you, your fiddled with your fingers before realizing he probably wanted you to leave.
âIâll get going donât wanna bother youâ you smiled, waving goodbye to him.
âwait!â bucky called out and you stopped in your tracks, face flushed as you turned around. Bucky smiled at you before speaking up.
âwhatâs your name? I couldâve sworn Iâve never seen you around, i wouldâve remembered someone a pretty as youâ he asked and you chuckled lightly, blushing at his words and your palms sweating a bit.
ây/n, Iâm two doors downâ you smiled and he returned it, walking up to you, your heart raced in your chest as he stuck his hand out for you to shake. You shook his hand quickly, noting the way his hands were much warmer than yours and how his calloused hand felt against yours. Your stomach was in knots by the time you pulled away, mind racing and wondering if he felt how sweaty your hands were.
âIâm buckyâ he replied, âIâll see you around i hopeâ bucky grinned and you nodded.
âif you ever need anything you know where to find me!â You shot him one last grin and walked out, face hot and heart racing. You felt a bead of sweat rolling down the side of your face and you couldnât stop yourself from laughing once you shut the door to your apartment, you were so flustered by him you were fucking sweating.
You had seen bucky in the halls a couple times, flashing each other a smile and making small talk. Each and every time you found yourself nervous under his gaze, sweating once the two of you parted ways and you hoped to god he never noticed. Bucky being the observant super soldier he was, did notice, but he found it sickeningly sweet. His heart fluttering as he noticed the way your heart rate quickened around him, the way you fumbled over your words at times and fiddled with your fingers.
Bucky took any and every opportunity to talk to you, helping you with groceries even if you werenât struggling, dropping stuff on purpose for you to help him out. He even invited you out for dinner a couple times, the two of you getting along perfectly and conversation flowing easily.
âyou know you have a really nice smileâ you complimented him as you stopped infront of your door.
âdo i?â Bucky grinned and you nodded, heart racing as you looked away from him, âthen whyd you always look away when i smile at you?â He teased your mouth flew open.
âi- well itâs just- you-â he cut you off with a small laugh.
âjust teasing you doll, i have the same smile as my momâ he spoke softly and you smiled, you hand squeezing his slightly, âyou should get to bed, donât you have work in the morning?â Bucky grinned and you nodded.
âYouâre quite the charmer jamesâ you whispered and you looked into his blue eyes, leaning in and giving him a quick kiss on the cheek, âIâll see you soonâ you smiled before walking into your apartment, leaving bucky outside smiling like a fool.
The shelter called bucky a couple days after that date and bucky couldnât get to the shelter fast enough, excited to bring home his new friend. Scooping him up into his arms and signing a couple more papers before walking out of the shelter with a wide smile, cooing at the white cat.
âgot someone who i thinkâll wanna meet you buddyâ he smiled, pulling into the apartment complex and walking up to his apartment, letting himself in and setting down alpine to explore.
âyoull pee here, this is your litter box, best of the best for youâ bucky smiled, pointing everything out to the cat. He played with him for a bit, giving the cat sometime to get used to his surroundings before going two doors down and knocking, a smile on his face.
Your heart jumped at the sudden sound, you werenât expecting anyone so who was this? You looked through the peephole and saw bucky, a small smile on his face as he looked down at the floor and then back down to his door.
âoh god, oh fuckâ you whispered, looking at the mirror next to you and taking in your appearance, you were in sweats and a t shirt, hair slightly messy. You tried fixing your hair to the best of your abilities before taking a deep breath and opening the door.
Bucky could hear you panicking, he bit his lip to stop the smile on his face. But he failed miserably as you opened the door and gave him a shy smile.
âhi bucky! i wasnât expecting youâ you laughed softly and he gave you a small smile.
âsorry, i just- i got alpine- my cat, i picked him up today and figured maybe you wanna meet him?â he asked, rubbing the back of his neck and your eyes lit up, a smile on your face as you nodded quickly.
âoh! yes oh my god yeah letâs go!â You giggled, following bucky quickly down the hall and into his apartment. Your eyes landed on the white cat and your hands flew to your mouth.
âheâs so cute!â You cried out, bucky smiling at your reaction, alpine quickly noticing you and walking up to you. âhi little kitty, are you alpine? such a sweet name for a sweet boy!â you cooed, smiling as you crouched down and let the cat. Bucky couldnât stop his heart from fluttering, cheeks flushing as he watched you.
âcan i pick him up?â You asked, looking up at bucky and he nodded, you swiftly picked the cat up with a wide smile.
âyou can sit on the couch if youâd likeâ bucky smiled and you thanked him, gently sitting on the couch and bucky followed suit, giving you some space. The two of you took turns petting and cuddling on alpine, soft giggled filling his apartment.
âthanks for introducing meâ you spoke and bucky grinned at you.
ââcourse, had to show him the most beautiful gal hereâ bucky smiled and you blushed at his comment, but he didnât stop there. âi was wondering actually uh- stark has this gala thing- i mean you can say no itâs just- do you wanna go with me?â
Now it was Buckys turn to blush, he knew there was a huge chance youâd say no. I mean you hardly knew each other, the longest you had talked was for like 30 minutes in your apartment when he helped you bring up groceries two days ago.
âme?â You questioned, eyes wide as bucky nodded.
âIâll get a dress for you and everything, just need to take someone and Iâd prefer it be youâ he smiled, how could you say no to him?
âuh- i wow- i meanâ you sputtered out before stopping yourself and nodding, âyeah okayâ you smiled and bucky grinned.
âthanks so much dollâ he spoke and you couldnât wipe the smile off your face, giddy with excitement.
Soon enough the gala came and bucky dropped off your dress, letting you know heâd drop by at 5:30 to pick you up to head to the dance. You were nervous as you slipped the gown on, it was a black to match the suit heâd be wearing, somewhat simple but had some pretty accents throughout that made it absolutely stunning.
You got ready quickly, bucky knocking at the door before you had a chance to slip your shoes on. You opened the door with a smile, Buckys mouth falling open.
âoh wowâ was all he said, immediately closing his mouth and clearing his throat, âi mean- i- hiâ he chuckled and you smiled, letting him.
âi brought you flowersâ he grinned and you blushed, smiling at the beautiful roses he handed you.
âbucky barnes ever the gentlemanâ you grinned and he smirked.
âonly the best for my galâ he shot back and your heart raced, moving to put the flowers in water and rushing to slip your heels on.
âlet me just finish getting ready, Iâll be done in a minuteâ you smiled, looking at him through the mirror as you put on some earrings.
âyouâre so gorgeous, melting my heart like itâs butterâ he smiled, dazed in your beauty. Your heart continued to face and you smiled, rolling your eyes at him.
âoh hushâ you protested, finally finishing and holding the door for the two of you to head out. He offered you his arm and you gladly too it, taking the elevator and stealing a glance at him. Bucky noticed and smiled, standing up a bit straighter.
As the two of you arrived you grew self conscious, there were so many other people here, so many girls that were much prettier than you and most likely much better than you. Bucky noticed your discomfort quickly and pulled you closer to him, giving you a reassuring smile.
The two of you walking over to where the rest of the team was and he smiled widely as Sam and steve made eye contact with him. Tony flashing you a smile.
âhey guysâ bucky smiled and you followed his lead, grinning at everybody, trying to appear composed even though you were absolutely yelling your lungs out on the inside. âthis is y/n, y/n this is- well this is the rest of the teamâ he chuckled and you laughed softly.
âhi! itâs a pleasure to meet you allâ you greeted and they smiled, wanda immediately coming up to you and giving you a hug.
âIâm wanda! Itâs nice to meet you, do you wanna get a drink?â She asked and you looked at bucky quickly before smiling with a nod, natasha following the two of you as you all walked over to the bar, bucky sitting next to steve and Sam.
âyouâre dating bucky?â She whispered and you blushed, shaking your head.
âoh no! weâre just neighbors- well weâre friends, we talk sometimesâ you rambled and Natasha smiled.
âever since you helped him with whatever it was last week or two weeks ago he hasnât shut up about youâ Natasha whispered and you blushed, looking over at where bucky was and your heart raced as you made eye contact with him, quickly turning your head away from him.
âitâs true, even came to me for advice, Iâm the one who suggested he ask you to come tonight!â Wanda smiled widely and you took a sip from your drink.
âletâs change the topic, whatâs your favorite pasta shape?â You smiled.
Steve and Sam cheered on bucky as he sat down next to them.
âtold you she would say yes!â Sam smiled, patting his back.
âi knew you still had it in youâ steve smirked and bucky couldnât stop the smile on his face as he watched you talk and laugh with nat and wanda.
âshes perfectâ bucky mumbled, face beating up as Sam and steve made a fuss, âoh will you two shut upâ he rolled his eyes, smile still on his face as his two friends continued to tease him, forcing him to spill his guts.
âcan i buy you drink sweet cheeks?â You heard from behind you, but you ignored it, thinking they were talking to Natasha or wanda. The two girls looked at you with wide eyes when you didnât react. Your eyes wide when you realized they were talking to you.
âme?â You asked, laughing slightly as the man nodded, a smirk on his face. You looked over at wanda and Natasha and they gave you a wink, your heart raced.
âuh- okay i guessâ you smiled, ordering up enough for the three of you before smiling at the man, downing your shot with wanda and Natasha and ditching the man before he could even see where the three of you headed off to.
Bucky smiled as he watched the way you doubled over in laughter with the girls, wiping at your eyes softly to stop the tears of joy from ruining your makeup.
Soon enough the three of you walked back to the team, you sat next to bucky, letting yourself relax into his touch. After a couple minutes you saw steve and bucky both perk up, the sound of some 40s song playing as couples swayed on the dance floor.
âwould you care to dance with me doll?â bucky asked with a smile and your heart raced.
âoh i donât know how to danceâ you whispered and Buckys smile only grew, âIâll teach you darlinâ he smirked as he easily pulled to to your feet, leading you to the dance floor and ignoring the whoops and cheers from the others.
With seconds the two of you were on the dance floor, bucky looking at you with soft eyes as you stood in front of him, looking around at everyone.
âeyes on me doll, or else you wonât learnâ he teased you felt your stomach flutter. âside step right left to my beat doll, just follow the flow of the musicâ he spoke softly, your arms snaking around his neck and his cautiously let his hands rest on your hips.
âlook at you, already getting the hang of itâ he praised you and your heart raced, smiling up at him, you were only inches away from his face.
âyou know nat and wanda told me some pretty crazy thingsâ you whispered and bucky hummed.
âthings like what?â he smirked, already knowing what you were gonna say.
âlike how youâve been talking âbout meâ you spoke, the two of you still swaying to the music.
âi have been dollâ he replied quickly, spinning you around before catching you back in his arms once again.
âwhatâve you been saying?â You asked, breathless as the two of you were closer than before.
âoh you know, just how youâre the girl of my dreams, how i wanna make you my girl but i dunno what youâd sayâ he spoke smoothly, his cool tone causing your knees to buckle. Bucky held you up firmly, smiling at you.
âohâ you managed to squeak out, âwell i wouldnât say noâ was all you managed out and bucky laughed softly. Your blue eyes met his and you felt your heartbeat in your ears, eyes flickering down to his lips. âwhat- what else did you sayâ you asked and he smiled.
âlet me show you, talk is cheap and donât mean a thingâ he mumbled, slowly leaning into you, without a moments hesitation you crashed your lips onto his, your eyes fluttering closed as your mouths moved together, smiling into the kiss and pulling at the hair at the nape of his neck.
For a second the world melted away, it was just the two of you, rocking back and forth to the soft music as you smiled into the kiss, pulling away breathless with sparkling eyes and pink lips.
Then everything came back to you, suddenly everyoneâs presence was a little too prominent for your liking, face growing hot. Bucky smiled at you, not wasting a second before grabbing your wrist and pulling you along, walking out of the venue and waving goodbye to everyone hastily. Wanda and Natasha shot you a thumbs up and you smiled brightly.
Within moments the two of you were alone outside, the cool Brooklyn air refreshing both of your flushed skin.
âyou know, was gonna ask you to be my girl with a bunch of flowers and over a candle lit dinnerâ bucky chuckled and you smiled softly at him, your fingers intertwining in his hand.
âwhy donât you?â you asked softly, he smiled at you as he threw his head back with a soft groan.
âcant wait that long doll face, i just wanna be yours alreadyâ he grinned, looking at you with soft eyes, adoration clear on his face.
âwhatâre you waiting for barnes?â You teased, stopping in your tracks and crossing your arms over your chest.
âfor us to get back to your apartment so i can kiss you all nightâ he shot back with a smirk, loving the way you looked at him with wide eyes and your heart raced. He pulled you into his chest, kissing you on the lips quickly before pulling away, not caring that he had red lipstick all over his mouth or that it was now smudged on your lips now.
âwill you be my girl y/n?â He asked breathless, the stars twinkling above the two of you and the cold New York wind cooling your hot bodies.
âdependsâ you smiled, âhow much time do i get to spend with alpine?â Bucky smiled brightly at you, picking you up in his arms and walking to the car.
âof course Iâll be your girl jamesâ you replied, kissing up his neck and leaving a trail of red lipstick. Bucky opened the door with one hand, easily holding you up with his other before setting you down in the car seat.
âi know, just wanted to hear you say itâ he smirked and you gasped.
âyouâre too cocky for your own goodâ you teased him as he slid into the drivers seat.
ânot cocky, just charming, that what you called me didnât youâ he replied quickly, leaning over and kissing you before starting to drive back to your apartment.
Itâs safe to say that you spent a lot of time with alpine, cat sitting when bucky was away on missions and lazing the weekends away cuddled in bed or on the couch with bucky.
There was never a dull moment in your relationship with bucky, constantly flirting with you as if he hadnât been dating you for years already. The Brooklyn boy was head over heels for you and was not afraid to let the world know.
Which is why he reminded you everyday how much he loved you. Because to him, you were his whole world and all heâd ever need.
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Roommates au, enemies to lovers, âyou confuse me.â Supercorp obvs
âYouâre a fucking liar.â
This isâobjectively speakingânot the worst greeting Kara has ever received from her roommate, and so she takes it in stride. âUh, hello to youâŚtoo,â Kara says slowly, silently running through a list of everything she could have done wrong to warrant such strong words.
But Lena does not offer any explanation; in fact, when she spots Kara in the doorway, she sends her a nasty glare as if Kara has said something wrong. âDonât pretend youâre a saint in this matter, Lex,â Lena hisses, and only then does Kara notice the cell phone in Lenaâs hands. âIf I have to go and clean up your mess againâŚâ
So itâs one of those days. Kara wisely shuts the door quietly behind her, and sneaks into the kitchen as Lena takes her argument into her room.
There is a list of chores pinned to the fridgeâfour black Xâs cross out Lenaâs, and Karaâs are underlined twice. They have a code, so as to avoid speaking to each other; Xâs mean done, underlined means Kara you're a slob and a pain in the ass to live with. (All verbatim, by the way.)
The dishes, however, are not on Karaâs agenda at the moment. She instead takes the expensive whiskey hidden under the sink (that belongs to Alex, not that she has noticed itâs missing), and pours it into a glass with some ice. Then she whips out the ingredients for a stir fry, complete with every vegetable she had been saving for the potluck at work this weekend.
It is an unspoken rule that Lena will shut herself off into her room after this phone call is over. She does that every time her brother calls (and on occasion her mother), and Kara has picked up enough information about her roommate to know Lena will appreciate a hard drink and some food. She hasnât said so or anything, but every time Kara knocks three times on the door and leaves a plate outside, it will re-emerge an hour later completely empty.
Lenaâs voice grows louder despite the distance, and Kara turns on the stereo out of respect for her roommate's privacy. Lena hates the stereo and all it stands for; she argues it is outdated, and they have numerous pieces of technology that are less bulky and fully able to connect to radio stations. But Kara keeps it around anyway, because she still likes buying CDâs (and maybe to bother Lena, which is a bonus).
Blink-182 is playing on that alternative station Alex likes. Kara cranks it up as she cooks, singing under her breath as she sautes bell peppers and onions, ignoring the rumble of her stomach and the tight belt of her work pants still digging into her hips. âSay it ainât so, I will not go,â she practically yells, poking her head into the fridge for the tofu that Lena always keeps. Kara personally wonât touch the stuff, but Lena is trying to eat less meat. It cuts up easily enough, even though Kara isnât sure what the proper technique is.
She leaves the finished plate and drink outside after itâs done, rapping on Lenaâs door in tune with The White Stripesâ âSeven Nation Army,â and then finally has some dinner herself. Since the tofu is unappetizing, Kara stores the rest of the stir fry in a container for Lena to take for lunch, and opts for a sandwich. She eats while scrolling through her notifications (she owes Nia twenty bucks, and so far Nia has been clogging up her phone with Venmo requests all well over $500), and keeps the radio on just for background noise.
Thatâs probably why she doesnât even notice when Lena approaches; Kara has barely begun to type a text to Nia swearing to bring some cash next time she visits when a sharp voice declares,
âYou confuse me.â
Which. Is not at all what Kara expected from her usually empty kitchen. And, caught exceptionally off guard, she nearly falls off her chair. âWhat theâLena,â she sputters, righting herself. Unfortunately, the crust of her sandwich is a casualty of the surprise, and she watches as it crumples devastatingly on the floor.
Lena is not half as concerned about the fate of her dinner, and she stalks forward to jab a finger at Karaâs chest. âYou confuse me,â she repeats.
Kara blinks. Then blinks again. âUm, okay,â she says. ââŚwhy?â
A strange, strangled noise rises from Lenaâs mouth, and she appears angrier than Kara has ever seen. (Well, except for that one time that Kara did laundry and flooded the apartment laundromat, which had other pissed off tenants leaving mean messages for two weeks straight). âBecause,â angrier-than-usual Lena says, âyou do shit like cook food for me and donât even say anything.â
âWhat do you want me to say?â Kara frowns, not sure where this conversation is going. âIf you want I can start saying âHey Lena, I made dinnerâ every time.â
âYou and I donât do dinner,â Lena says, and it sounds like an accusation. âEvery time I get off the phone, you decide to leave food outside my door. Why? What on Earth compels you to do that?â
âBecause youâre always upset afterwards,â Kara says slowly. âAnd I thought you could use some cheering up, or at least a drink.â
âWhiskey,â Lena notes. âItâs always whiskey. And itâs never a cheap brand.â
âWell, yeah,â Kara says, gesturing pointedly to Lenaâs designer work clothes (that she never seems to be without; Karaâs not sure Lena even owns pajamas). âYou would probably accuse me of poisoning you if I gave you anything less.â
Lena narrows her eyes. âYou donât owe me anything,â she says. âSo whatever this is, you can stop it.â
âWhat do you mean, âwhatever this isâ?â Kara repeats incredulously. âIâm just being nice!â
âI never asked you to be âniceâ!â
Kara exhales, and reminds herself that it is illegal to strangle people. Especially since she is Lenaâs roommate, and will therefore be suspect #1. Kara has never been a violent person, but her roommate just manages to test her limits.
âLook,â Kara says patiently, âI give you my sisterâs whiskey, and she doesnât care because she is trying to give up drinking. And Iâm not a frequent cook or anything, but I can still throw together a plate because I know you donât cook at all. Thatâs it! I donât have a hidden agenda, or some secret plot here. Iâm just being friendly.â
âWe are not friends, Kara Danvers,â Lena says. âAnd I know exactly what this is, even if you refuse to acknowledge it.â
God, what an insufferableââOkay, know-it-all,â Kara says, instead of the ruder words echoing through her head. âWhat am I doing?â
Lenaâs jaw clenches noticeably. âYou pity me,â she accuses. âYou look down at my relationship with my family, andâand I donât want your sympathy, or your stupid food, anymore.â
âIf you wanted me to back off, thatâs fine,â Kara says, holding her hands up in mock surrender. âBut I donât pity you, or feel sorry for you. Heck, with your track record, Iâd feel more sympathy for your family. They seem to be on the other end of some nasty phone calls.â
Lenaâs expression darkens. ���You donât know my family.â
âI donât know you very well, either,â Kara retorts, and she turns back to her phone where three new Venmo requests are waiting (two of them well in the thousands range; Nia must think sheâs hilarious). âMessage received, okay? Iâll leave you alone.â
At first, Kara assumes that's the end of itâassumes that Lena is going to stalk off, and leave a strongly worded post-it on the fridge later that night for Kara to wake up to. That has always been how their relationship works; they fight, reiterate how much they hate living together, and go right back to ignoring each other.
But Lena doesn't walk away. Instead she sighs, and at that unexpected sound Kara looks up just in time to catch Lena frowning. âIââ Lena begins, and then she pauses uncomfortably before getting the words out. âI'm...sorry. I have been having the worst day, and itâsâitâs rude of me to take it out on you.â
âOkay,â says Kara dumbly, because sheâs not sure what to respond. Lena never apologizes. Ever. Itâs about as rare as, well, Kara actually doing her chores on time. âThanks?â
Lena bites her lip, glances away. âYouâre welcome,â she says stiffly. And this time she leavesâleaves, and abandons the plate of food Kara left her on the edge of the table.
Kara looks down at her phone. There are ten texts waiting from Nia, and about double that of Venmo requests. But she canât shake the feeling that she is forgetting something, and itâs more than a twenty dollar bill. âWait,â she blurts out, âLena. Whatâwhat does that mean? You were an asshole to me, and I was an asshole right back, so why are you apologizing?â
âWell, you are more than welcome to apologize too,â Lena says, pausing in the kitchen doorway. She has a quizzical expression on her face, a kind of raw confusion that Kara has never seen before. Without the sharp clenched jaw and the angry eyes, sheâsâŚjust a girl. A girl, with a nervous tic of wringing her fingers together. A girl, despite her guarded nature, who is gazing right back at Kara as if she has no right to.
âDo you want me to apologize to you?â
A beat. âNot really,â Lena says. âI donâtâwant that. Youâre right, you donât know me. Or my family. Weâre nothing to each other, and I canât expect you to know how complicated my relationship with them is.â
âStill,â Kara says, and she scratches the back of her neck absentmindedly at the sudden flush of guilt that overtakes her. âI am sorry. It was rude of me to, um, say that. Like if your family is a bunch of serial killers, who am I to say youâre worse than that?â
Lena scrunches her nose in a manner that is sort of cute. âSerial killers? Really?â
Kara shrugsâaiming for casualâand really that just looks like attempting nonchalance when suddenly sheâs consumed with thoughts about how pretty her roommate is. âLike you said,â she says, âI donât know your family.â
And, surprisingly, all Lena does is smile. A real smile, the kind that Kara has never witnessed, barely soft and just kind enough. âTheyâre not,â she says, and unnecessarily clarifies, âserial killers.â
âThat you know of,â Kara points out, and Lenaâs cautious smile becomes something fuller. That is the only thing that gives Kara the courage to add, âSo, now that we have covered the whole youâre not your family thing, are you really not going to have dinner? I cooked tofu for you and everything!â
âYou didnât have to,â Lena argues, because she is defensive to a fault. But she falters immediately after, and sighs again, albeit in a more mellowed tone. âWhat I meant to say is, I really donât need you to keep cooking for me. Iâm fine.â
âWell what if I want to cook for you?â Kara says, and that is her own fault: she is ready to argue to protect her (noble) intentions. âWe donât have to be friends, if it terrifies you that muchââ
âIt does not terrify meââ
ââbut we can be friendly,â Kara offers, and itâs a testament to her newfound appreciation for her roommate that she manages to even make a sentence. âIf you want.â
Lena tilts her head, considering, and this time when she smiles it is curious. âIf you knew what I wanted, Kara Danvers,â she says, âyour delicate sensibilities would blush to their roots.â And with that odd goodbye, she eventually takes her leave; however, she does take the plate of stir fry with her, so Kara guesses that means theyâre on their way to being friendly, if anything.
#remember when quarantine started & i asked for prompts?#yeah u read that right a whole ass year ago?#well. uh. so this is embarrassing but-#supercorp#supergirl#i need a fic tag#proudlyunicorn
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Do Us Part
Warnings: nonconsent and rape; oral, fingering, marital discord, cheating, spousal arguments and mental/emotional abuse, age gap (Peter is 24/25 and reader is 35/36)
This is dark!Peter Parker x 30s/âolderâ reader and explicit. Your media consumption is your own responsibility. Warnings have been given. DO NOT PROCEED if these matters upset you.
Summary: You find it hard to accept that not all good things last as you face the changes in your marriage, yourself, and your marriage.
Note: I wanted to write Peter again but also Iâve seen this nonsense about how 30+ writers are too old for fanfic which is dumb af. And I wanted to turn the age gap trope a little so that it wasnât the reader being the younger one in the relationship. I label it older reader but I donât think being in your 30s is old tbh (my bf is 36 so pfft). It was all just a conglomeration of circumstances that inspired a deceivingly sweet dark Peter and I hope you like it. Also itâs 7.4k so a bit of a longer read.
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You walked slowly along the transparent shelves set into the pristine white walls of the cosmetics section. The department store was a haze of distant voices and the chirp of scanners as customers milled the aisles and waited their turn to check out. You whiled away your time looking at things youâd never buy as you waited for your husband to return from the menâs department.
You thought of the sparse make-up bag under your sink and the liners and shades you hadnât used in years. They were likely expired and better tossed in the bin. You hovered along the crystal bottle of designer scents and stopped to test a particular blush-tinted fragrance.
You set the bottle back and peered over at the dark cubbies that housed the menâs scent. Even from there, you could catch a whiff of the heady scents as a younger man with reddish brown hair examined an angular vial of Dior Men. You suddenly felt out of place; a mid-thirties woman in her out-of-season clothes fantasizing about overpriced perfume.
Your husband's voice further cemented your reality as you fingered the golden cap of the Coach eau du parfum. Wesley rolled his eyes and flipped up the little plastic panel that hid the bold prices and huffed.
âI hope you donât think Iâm gonna pay for that shit,â he sneered, âwhat have you been doing? I was waiting for you.â
He waved a plastic bag as his lip curled and you pressed your mouth shut tightly and swallowed. The day began with another argument as he discovered the seared hole in his shirt and instead of blaming the crappy old dryer, he blamed you. Most of your clothes had been chewed up by the thing but you never complained.
âNo, I was just⌠looking,â you teetered in your flats and glanced around. The young man at the corner display quickly turned to hide his nosy observation, âdid you find some new shirts?â
âNo thanks to you,â he sniffed.
âOh,â you played with the hem of your tee and tucked your hands into your pockets nervously. Youâd left him to look alone as you only seemed to irritate him and rarely took your advice on matters of clothing, âwell, I thought Iâd give you some space--â
âStop acting so pathetic. Start taking responsibility for yourself. For godâs sake, you're almost thirty-six and you donât know how to hang a shirt to dry?â He spun on his heel and snapped over his shoulder, âletâs go.â
You flinched but followed behind him as he strode away and you stumbled out behind him through the automatic doors. He tossed the bag into the back seat and slammed the door before flopping angrily into the driverâs side. You mirrored him daintily and squeezed your legs together as you tried to make yourself as small as you could.
âI told you about the dryer,â you said.
âAnd?â he started the engine and slapped his hand around the wheel, âcall a fucking electrician or some shit.â
âAlright,â you shrugged as he stopped at the exit of the parking lot and checked his phone quickly.
âBenny wants to do a round of golf,â he peeled out and you grasped the door as your heart raced. You hated how reckless he was when he was angry. You hated how easily he got angry these days.
âOkay,â you picked at the fraying stitching of your purse.
âDonât start moping,â he sneered, âI fucking work all week and I canât go out and have a few rounds?â
âI never-- I didnât say anything,â you murmured.
âYou donât need to,â he turned the wheel sharply as he cut off another car, âyou sit at home all day and do what?â
âI work too,â you said.
âUh huh, sure, if thatâs what you call it.â
You ran your fingertip over the bleach stain on the knee of your jeans and said nothing. When he was in a mood, he would latch on anything until he outright exploded. You tried to think of when he changed, when he had stopped being the chill guy you met back in college. It felt like a slow trickle, small things you ignored until it was a mountain you could not see past.
You felt like crying but youâd stopped that a while ago. You existed in a purgatory of acceptance and helplessness. You wanted him to love you again, wanted to believe you could fix things. So you would keep trying. You would do better.
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You picked out a large flank of steak and winced at the price. You had a special dinner in mind. It was Friday and the work week was done. You wanted a weekend without a fight and Wesley was always one for a nice big cut of beef. You hadnât made him one in a while, your dinners were the usual repetitive drumsticks and rice or your homemade mac and cheese.
You continued onto the fish section and grabbed some salmon for yourself. Youâd gained some weight and decided to cut out dairy and red meat if you could help it. The pile of produce in your cart reminded you of the extra jiggle around your stomach and thighs. You also grabbed one of those womenâs magazines that advertised a regimen to help slim your figure. You only hoped you could stick to it this time.
With your weekly haul in tow, you wheeled up to the check-out and waited behind a young man who looked oddly familiar to you. Maybe that was the passing years. You always felt a vague glimmer of deja vu, more often a sense of forlorn nostalgia of what you would never have again.
As you stared thoughtlessly, he looked over and smiled. He bent in front of your cart and picked up a thin packet of seasoning.Â
âYou dropped this,â he said as he held it out and you thanked him before quickly snatching it and looking away.Â
He paid for his large bags of chips and over salted pre-packaged meals and packed up at the end as you loaded up your own goods, the cashier sending them down the parallel belt. You swiped your card and tried to calculate the chunk of money from your last check. You thanked the clerk and sidled past the young man as he finished up.
You rounded the counter as he lifted his three bags. You looked up without thinking, the sleeve of his shirt tight around his bicep. You caught yourself staring and looked back down as you packed in the cans.Â
It reminded you of Wesley; heâd also started being more mindful, he hit the gym after work and you noticed the little pudge that started just after he turned thirty was slimming out. It was that exact reason that made you notice the extra pounds on your own frame, not that you didnât realise before.
The man left and you unfolded the little buggy you slid under the cart. You loaded your bags into it and dragged the cart behind you as you made an awkward exit with both wheeled trolleys. The compact fabric buggy was easy enough to fit on the bus if you stood.
You pushed the cart into the row of empty ones and continued across the parking lot. You rolled up to the bus shelter and checked the bus times on your phone. You dug out your strip of tickets and ripped one away. You leaned on the thin handle of your trolley and looked over your shoulder as you heard someone approach.
The man who checked out ahead of you put his bags on the metal bench inside the shelter as he sipped on a bright drink from the place just beside the grocery shop. He sent you a smile over his straw and you spun back to crane your head and search for the bus.
When the metal beast barreled up and cranked to a stop at the curb, the man waited behind you and as your wheels caught on the edge of the ramp, he reached around you and helped push it over the lip. You thanked him shyly and continued up. Usually you tried to keep the shop light on weekdays but you hadnât really been paying attention.
You pushed your cart against the small barrier just behind the accessible seating and stood beside it, conscious not to take up too much space. The man stood just behind you two bags on one shoulder and the other dangling from the opposite elbow as he sucked on his straw. You grabbed the upright bar as the bus took off and watched the electronic banner for your stop.
A sharp stop had you veering back and you were caught by the young man as he chucked, âoop, you okay?â
âYes, thank you,â you muttered and gave a sheepish smile over your shoulder.
âThereâs a seat,â he gestured just behind you, âIâll watch your stuff.â
âUm, no itâs⌠fine,â you gripped the bar tighter as the bus shuttled forward, âmy stop is soon.â
You looked ahead of you and three stops passed before yours. You exited through the front with your buggy and headed down the sidewalk as the bus pulled away. You were exhausted just from your little sojourn and it wasnât even two oâclock. God, you felt old.
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You had a salad chopped and tossed and the steak and fish laid out and seasoned. As you listened to your old Spotify list, the music dipped and the notification blipped over the screen. You washed your hands and grabbed the phone. You frowned as you read the lone message from Wesley, the only one you got from him all day.
âJust finished at the gym, getting drinks with Andrew,â you read and re-read the message as your heart fell.
You typed out a whole angry response and backspaced it all. You replaced it with âok, have funâ and blacked the screen. You shoved the meat back in the fridge and stretched saran wrap over the bowl of salad. You placed it on a lower shelf and closed the door, quickly swiping a can of the craft beer Wesley kept around.
You shut the light off in the kitchen and ignored the pang in your stomach as you cracked the can. You climbed the stairs as you sipped the hoppy foam. You put it on the night table and changed into the old butterfly pajamas you wore most nights and turned on the tv mounted against the wall.Â
You turned on Netflix but hardly paid attention to the carelessly chosen movie. You sat against the headboard and down the bitter beer until the can was hollow and your eyelids were heavy. You slumped down so that your shoulders were at your ears and dozed off in the stiff position as the room moved with the colours of the television.Â
The anger and alcohol shaded your shallow sleep and you hardly heard Wesley when he came in, only waking when your bladder was ready to burst and his snores rumbled in your head. You went to the bathroom and returned, wide awake, and stared at the shape of him in the dark.
You remembered when he used to kiss you when he came home, even when you were asleep, heâd wake you with the little pecks. You remembered when he was happy to come home. You remembered when you were happy.Â
You swallowed the acrid aftertaste of beer and left him to snore. You went downstairs and curled up on the couch but didnât sleep. You just stared at the shadows of the furniture until the sun rose.
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The next day, Wesley didnât wake until after noon and when he did, he didnât say a word to you. He took his coffee and sat at the patio table in the back as you stewed and cleaned the kitchen. You had nothing to say to him even if you felt stupid for being mad.
âGotta head down to the dealership,â he said as he interrupted your scouring of the stove.
âThe dealership?â you said after a moment, deciding whether or not to break your vow of silence.
âI told you on Wednesday, Iâm picking up the car--â
âWe talked about this. We should wait a little longer--â
âItâs my money and I got a great price,â he sighed, âjust because you have to pinch your pennies--â
âWeâre married,â you squeezed the foam sponge, âitâs our money. Donât act like I donât pay for anything around here.â
âOh thanks, honey, so wonderful you paid for a five dollar steak,â he scoffed, âIâll be impressed when you can make a mortgage payment on your own.â
âHow dare you!â you turned your back to him and kept scrubbing, âfine, but not a penny of my money is going to that thing.â
âThatâs fine, Iâm selling the old one, that should cover most of it--â
âWhat?â you slammed your hand between the burner, âyou said we would hold onto it so I had something to--â
âThen you can buy it from me,â he said venomously.
âIâm your wife,â you spun to scowl at him again, âI-- what is wrong with you?â
He tilted his head and squinted as he poked his tongue out along his lip. âNothing wrong with me,â he shrugged, âwhatâs wrong with you?â
âDonât--â you warned as you pointed a finger at him through the bright yellow gloves, âdonât do that⌠Iâve been trying and you just keep pushing me away.â
âMe pushing you away?â he rolled his eyes, âyou were passed out last night when I got home. Maybe if you didnât fall asleep before nine I could actually fuck you⌠or at least get it up if you worked on losing some of that cellulite on your ass.â
Your lip quivered and you sucked in a breath. You shook your head and turned around again. You ignored him as your hand shook and you continued your work, scratching at the dried-on food around the burner. His empty mug clinked onto the counter and you listened to his exit.
Fuck him and his new car. You were done trying with him.
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Wesleyâs new car was shrouded in the shade of the garage as the old black Hyundai sat out on the driveway with a red and white âFor Saleâ sign on the windshield. Right after he got back from his extravagant purchase, he made the listing online and several perusers stopped by Saturday night but Sunday morning saw the car still there.
You sat by the border of stones around the garden as he drank beer in the garage and approached any interested buyers who appeared; although so far heâd only had two before noon.
You tucked your clippers into your apron pocket and dusted off your gloves as you stood. You were a little dizzy from sitting out in the sun and a glass of water was the perfect excuse to drown out the annoying sound of your husbandâs voice.
You ignored Wesley as you trod through the garage and kicked your sneakers off on the mat right before the three steps up to the house. You went to the kitchen and put your gloves on the counter as you filled a glass from the dispenser on the front of the fridge. Youâd given up everything but water and the slices of lemon were the only flavour you had.
You took the glass and your gloves and headed back. Wesley waited just at the bottom of the stairs as he glared up at you with arms crossed. You sighed and descended but he didnât let you pass.
âWhat is your problem?â
âAre you really asking me that?â you hissed.
âYou giving me the silent treatment isnât gonna fix this,â he snarled.
âYou know what you said so⌠I shouldnât have to tell you to apologize,â you retorted and he stayed put.
âIs this about the car?â
âThe car is just another thing,â you cross an arm around your stomach, âyou think I couldnât use it to get around, to get the groceries maybe? Or, I donât know, maybe since you have such a problem with my home office, I could go out and get a âbig girlâ job as you put it so many times--â
âYour mother has a car she never drives. You can just take her with you, two birds, one stone. I need to sell this to pay for the new one--â
âThe one I begged you not to buy,â you huffed, âyou couldâve waited a few more years until we were a little more comfortable--â
âOh, wait? Until we have a kid and all my money goes to it,â he snapped, âyeah, Iâm sure weâd have the money then--â
âYouâd have to fuck to do that,â you stepped down the last step and pushed past him.
As you came into the sunlight and shielded your eyes, a figure stood by the garden, knelt just by your tulips as he felt the soft petals. You narrowed your eyes. You recognized him for sure. It was the stranger from the bus.
âUm, hi?â you croaked as you swallowed the lump in your throat.
âHey, itâs⌠you again,â he chuckled softly as he stood, âI saw an ad for a car and⌠well, Iâm getting tired of the bus.â
âOh, uh, my husband,â you pointed over your shoulder, âyouâll have to talk to him.â
âOkay,â he smiled, âPeter,â he held out his hand and you stared at it. You introduced yourself and shook his firm grip.
âLike I said, itâs my husband selling the car,â you brushed by him and got to your knees by the flowerbed. âUnless youâre looking to buy some wilting pansies.â
âHmm, I like the tulips better,â he said as he slowly inched away, âthanks.â
You sat back on your heels and he strode over to the open garage. You heard Wesley greet him and didnât bother paying attention to the same pitch youâd heard all morning. You pulled on your gloves and wiggled your nose as it tingled. You really just wanted to keel over and bawl.
âSold,â Wesley announced and you heard a clap, âall yours!â
âIâll just transfer the deposit,â Peter said and a minute passed before he emerged again, the keys hanging from his finger, âThanks, Wes.â
You hid your distaste. It used to be that Wesley hated being called âWesâ but lately, he introduced himself to everyone as just âWesâ. He really had changed. You must have too.
âHey,â you looked up and blinked as the sun made your eyes water as it shone around Peter.
âYou bought it?â you asked as you yanked free a weed.
âYep, but uh,â he glanced over his shoulder as the old car stereo Wesley used blared out a classic rock tune, âI⌠wasnât eavesdropping but I heard some of it and⌠if you ever need a ride to the grocery store, I usually try for Wednesdays,â he tucked his hand in his pocket, âI donât live too far and since we go to the same one--â
âNo, no, you donât have to do that,â you looked back to the soil, embarrassed.
âWell, if you change your mind,â he kept the keys dangling from one finger and reached into his pocket. He pulled out his wallet and slid out a card with some effort, âIâm supposed to have these handy but I never really use them.â
He offered the business card and you read his name above the title, âsenior photographerâ. You gave a half-hearted smile and put it in your apron pocket.
âThanks,â you said, âI can manage.â
âYou donât have to though,â he said kindly, âbut Iâll, uh, leave you to your gardening. Sorry if I bugged you.â
âYou didnât,â you assured without looking up, flattered that anyone cared enough to even offer help.
âHey, Pete,â Wesley stopped Peter as he neared the car, âyou can have one before you go.â
âOh, no, Iâm gonna be driving,â Peter argued.
âPfft, itâs a celebration and one wonât put you over the limit,â Wesley insisted and handed him a dark bottle of craft brew, âcome on.â
âI really should go--â
âItâs a Sunday, where do you need to be?â Wesley patted his shoulder and looked over at you, âhey, honey, you wanna see if we have any snacks for our guest?â
âIâm not hungry,â Peter said curtly, âreally. Just the beer is fine.â
They disappeared back into the garage and you cringed. You hated that. Wesley only every acted like a husband when others were around.
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You waited a whole week before returning to the grocery store. You were short on everything and it was a reason to get out of the house. Your husband had made both your home and your workplace hostile.
It irked you that Wesley resented you working from home when a couple years ago he was so happy about it. Then, heâd been so enthusiastic about starting a family but when it didnât happen right away, he grew disillusioned and bitter. Now, he seemed to have no interest in being a husband let alone a father.
As you packed up your spinach and bottles of Perrier, your cart rolled just a little as someone nudged it from the other end. You raised your head and hid your surprise and discomfort as Peter smiled back at you.
âI thought you said Wednesdays,â you murmured as you dropped a bag in your cart.
âI forgot eggs,â he held up the carton, âI guess I have good timing.â
âYou do?â you asked as you pulled your cart forward and maneuvered around to push it out of the way of fellow shoppers. You bent to grab your trolley from beneath and he caught it as you unfolded it.
âIâll drive you,â he said.
âI told you--â
âIâm here so why not? Save the ticket for next time,â he urged.
âWhy?â
âWhy what?â
âWhy does it matter? Why do I matter to you?â you asked.
âI donât know, I⌠like helping people,â he shrugged, âwhat if I told you you were helping me? I have this horrible need to be the hero.â
âThat will go away,â you muttered under your breath and he lifted a brow, âsorry, I⌠thank you.â
âAlright, letâs go then,â he collapsed the trolley and carried it easily under his arm as he cradled his eggs in the other, âI got the A/C fixed on the car too.â
âMmm,â you hummed and walked with him out of the store.Â
You crossed the parking lot and helped you load up the bags in the trunk. That car should have been yours; youâd made enough payments on it yourself but Wesley was such a stubborn ass.
You sat in the front seat as he slid into the other and started the car. He drove cautiously through the lot and you read the store signs as he came to the exit.
âHow long have you and⌠the old man been together?â
âUm,â you glanced over at him and chewed your lip, âsince college so⌠almost fifteen years now.â
âFifteen?â he turned out onto the street, âreally? I thought he was older than you.â
âChrist,â you scoffed, âdonât flatter me.â
âReally, I woulda said twenty-eight at most,â he said coolly, âwow, I feel so young now.â
âAnd I feel so old,â you grumbled as you crossed your legs, hoping he didnât notice the wrinkle in the pink capris.
âWhatever, youâre not even forty,â he said, âand time has treated you well so I can only think in a few years⌠oh jeez, sorry, that came off weirder than I intended. Not that I meant for it to be weird at all--â
You giggled at his rambling as he rolled to a stop at the sign and peeked over at you in the rearview. You caught his eye and quickly looked away, âwhat?â
âJust⌠you have a nice smile,â he said as he turned down a side street, âand a nice laugh.â
âThank you,â your voice was brittle at the genuine compliment, âyouâre funny.â
âAm I? I wasnât trying to be,â he took the same short cut you took when you walked home from the convenience store which was closer than the plaza.
âAnd nice,â you said as he came onto your street, âyou really didnât have to drive me. You couldâve dropped me at the corner--â
âNo way, I was raised better than that, and if you think Iâm letting you carry that all in by yourself--â
âRaised to help little old ladies?â you mused.
âRaised to treat ladies properly,â he corrected, âespecially pretty ones.â
âIâm married,â your heart pattered as you dared to flirt back, almost in disbelief that he was humouring you, âand your lies donât work on me, young man.â
âNot that young,â he insisted as he pulled into the driveway.
You got out and went around to the trunk. He handed you the bag with the bread and other light products, and loaded up with the other bags.
âYou get the doors, let me do the heavy work,â he said and nodded you towards the house.
You went ahead of him and unlocked the door. You let him inside and pointed him into the kitchen. He placed the bags on the counter and stretched his arms and hands as you set yours on the other side. The muscles of his arms moved under his skin and you could trace the lines of his torso through his grey tee.
âSo,â he took out the bottle of Perrier, âthis going in the fridge?â
âWhat-- youâve done enough.â
âFridge?â he ignored you and pulled out the other.
You gave a long blink and threw up your hands in surrender, âyes, please,â you came around and reached in to grab the whole grain buns, âbottom shelf.â
You finished unpacking your groceries and took the empty bags from Peter and shoved them under the counter. You stood and looked at him nervously as he watched you, his fingers tapping on the granite.
âDo you want a snack? Something to drink? Water?â
âIâll have a water,â he said and moved to leaned his elbow on the countertop, his side snug to the edge.
âSparkling or--â
âRegularâs fine,â he answered
âIce? Lemon?â you pulled out a tall glass.
âJust ice is fine⌠then Iâll be out of your hair,â he said.
Ice clinked into the glass and you covered it with the distilled water from the fridge. You slid it onto the counter and stepped back.
âOh, I⌠actually, itâs a good thing I ran into you,â he said and took a sip, âmy aunt, she likes to garden too but she got some bulbs sheâs not gonna use, I thought maybe⌠maybe you would like some to fill in the holes?â
âWhat kind?â you asked.
âSome daffodils and some crocuses, I think,â he said, âI could bring them over next week after work?â
âThat sounds like a lot of work,â you scrunched your lips, âyou could probably just give them to a neighbour.â
âItâs not out of the way,â he said, âyou want them?â
You stared at him and thought. He was nice. Too nice.
âWhat?â he asked.
âNothing, I⌠Iâm sure you have a girlfriend you could be spending time with--â
âI donât. Not anymore,â he interrupted.
âOh, sorry,â you said, âI didnât--â
âLike I said, I always wanna be the good guy,â he finished his water and the last of the cubes settled at the bottom, âthanks.â
âNo, thank you,â you said as he set his glass in the sink and backed away, âreally, you made my day so much easier.â
âI hope your weekend is better,â he said, âbutâŚâ
He didnât finished and you folded your hands together as he hesitated by the hallway.
âBut what?â you prodded.
âNothing,â he shook his head, ânothing. I should go.â
âOkay,â you rubbed the back of your neck, âsee ya.â
âMonday,â he confirmed as he turned to the doorframe, âIâll bring the bulbs. Just after seven.â
âRight,â you slanted your lips and watched him go.
The door marked his departure and you turned to exhale and lean against the counter. You could still smell his rich cologne. Then you felt guilty. It was stupid to think he was doing anything more than being nice, that the flirting was anything but a joke, but still, you missed feeling that way and it shouldâve been Wesley making you feel that.
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You squeezed the phone as you clenched your jaw so tight it hurt. Your eyes were wet and finally the tears were ready to start falling. The smell of steak filled the kitchen, another meal you wouldnât eat. At the last minute, Wesley texted to tell you he was hitting the gym. Again. He was already late after a long meeting but promised heâd be home to eat.
So you waited for him to answer your furious phone call but got his voicemail instead. Your eyes narrowed at the bottle of wine and your chest knotted as the tone sounded.
âWesley, this is it. I canât do this anymore! Iâm your wife. Do you even want to be with me? I canât go on like this and now you wonât even answer my calls,â you snarled. You knew he had his phone on him as he no doubt had his Spotify work-out list on shuffle, âwhen you come home, you can sleep on the couch.â
You hung up and grabbed a stemmed glass from the cupboard. You filled it to the brim with Pinot Grigio but before you could taste it, the doorbell made you jump. You set down the glass and walked up the hallway. Just on the other side of the frosted glass was a silhouette. You opened the door and touched your forehead as you faced Peter.
âI totally forgot you were coming,â you breathed, âIâm so sorry. But thank you, you really didnât have to--â
âAre you okay?â he asked as the paper bag in his hand crinkled.
âYeah, Iâm fine, I⌠thank you for the flowers,â you looked at the brown paper bag and he handed it over, another bag on his wrist; white with ribbon handles, âwhatâs that? You headed out for a date?â
âUm, no,â he said, âactually, I was justâŚâ he pushed his fingers through his hairs, the reddish brown locks slightly curled with sweat, âI wanted to talk to you.â He looked past you and his warm eyes returned to yours, âWesley isnât home yet?â
âNo, he wonât be for a while,â you backed up, âso you might as well come in. I have a steak no oneâs gonna eat.â
âYeah, he wouldnât be,â Peter said glumly, âand steak sounds good.â
He closed the door behind him and followed you into the kitchen. You put the bulbs at the back of the counter and grabbed the bottle, âwine?â
âNo thank you,â he said.
You plunked down the bottle and took a gulp of your wine before you turned to plate the steak and your chicken breast alongside the fried asparagus and roasted potatoes. You set the filet before him as he sat on the stool and climbed up across from him at the long island.
âThank you,â he watched you slide a steak knife and fork towards him and his gaze lingered on your lips as you took another thirsty mouthful, âthis is for you, actually.â
He pushed the white bag over to you and you smelled the subtle floral scent rising from it. You put your glass down and pushed open the top of the bag and peeked inside. You shook your head and rescinded your hand as if you were slapped. It was the same perfume from that day weeks ago.
âYou⌠how?â
âYou donât remember?â he asked.
You thought back on the day you wanted to forget. He was the other shopper in the perfume section, the one who sent you that sympathetic look as Wesley reproached you. You winced and grabbed your utensils. You cut into the chicken and shoved it in your mouth. You swallowed loudly.
âTake it back,â you sniffed, âI donât want it. I donât deserve it.â
âYou do. He doesnât deserve you,â he carefully sliced into the medium rare steak.
âIs that what this is? Some perverted joke? A challenge?â you dropped your fork and knife, âyou think you can seduce the sad housewife and then laugh at it? Sow your wild oats?â
âNo, itâs nothing like that,â he calmly put down the silverware, âI⌠what I didnât say when I showed up is I just came from the gym.â
You frowned in confusion and wrinkled your nose. You took another drink of wine as you tried to understand.
âI saw Wesley,â he said as he leaned on his elbow and pulled out his phone with his other hand, âI didnât wanna say anything but⌠youâre here beating yourself up over him and-- just look.â
He slid his phone across the counter and you looked at the screen. Your entire body felt heavy and your veins filled with ice. You dropped your head into your hands as you tried to wipe the sight from your eyes; the image of your husband groping a woman in yoga pants, an act she wasnât deterring.
âI knew it,â you sobbed as the tears burst forth and leaked down your palms, âI knew it. And why wouldnât he? Iâm old, ugly--â you sniffed and pulled your hands away to wipe them on your pants. Peter held out a paper towel and you took it as you avoided his eyes, âthank you but I think you should go. Iâm humiliated enough.â
âYou shouldnât be alone,â he said as he climbed down from the stool and rounded the island, âheâs an asshole. Heâs blind.â
âPlease, Peter, just leave me alone,â you slid off the stool and he caught your shoulders. You looked up at him as you dabbed away the streaks of sadness with the paper towel, âPeter--â
âIâm not leaving,â he said firmly, âheâs out there having his fun, so why donât you have some of your own?â
âPeter, thatâs-- thatâs wrong. Iâm too old for you. And⌠Iâm fat and--â
âYouâre perfect,â he reached up to frame your chin with his hand, âyouâre gorgeous,â his other hand trailed down your arm and to your hip, âthatâs the first thing I noticed about youâŚâ he pulled you closer and tapped your ass lightly.
âNo, I canât-- I just want to be alone,â you pushed on his arms and felt the thick biceps as he flexed and kept you close.
âWell, baby, what I want,â he turned you so that you were pinned between him and the island, âis for you to put on that perfume⌠I want you wearing nothing but that.â
âPeter,â you pushed on his chest that time and the hard muscle wall didnât budge, âPeter, go--â
âBaby,â he bent and scooped you up suddenly.Â
His hands spread over your ass as he lifted you and crushed his lips against yours. You murmured in surprise and he placed you on the granite countertop. He parted from your lips as you sat up and he shoved your legs apart, inserting himself between your knees. He played with the bottom of the dress youâd worn in hopes of rekindling your dying marriage.
âWe can go slow,â he tickled along your thighs and pulled back suddenly, âjust a little at a time.âÂ
He leaned in as he reached around you and grabbed the small white bag. He pulled out the perfume and snaked his hand around your neck. He pulled you to bend over him and he kissed your neck just before he sprayed a puff of perfume across your throat. He stood back and took a deep breath. He put the bottle on the counter and his hands went back to your skirt.
âPeter,â you caught his hands as they crept under the fabric, âplease.â
You tried to slide forward and he stopped you as he grasped your hips and held you in place. He bit his lip as his eyes glimmered up at you. He drew a hand away and took the glass of wine and held it before your mouth.
âDrink, relax,â he cooed, âforget about him.â
You stared at him and he brought your hand up with his and wrapped it around the full body of the glass. He nudged it to your lips and watched you until you drank from the crystal rim. He smirked and lifted your skirt as he bent to bury his head beneath the folds.
You gulped and choked on the wine as your skirt fluttered down over his shoulders. You felt his finger on the lace trim of your panties and winced. He squeezed your thighs with his other hand and nuzzled the crotch of your underwear. You tried to close your legs but he kept them apart easily.
He curled his fingers under the elastic of your panties and tugged. He pulled until you lifted your ass just enough for him to get them free and he guided them down your legs before quickly parting them again.
You set down the glass and almost overturned it, the last mouthful splashing up the side. You pressed your hands to the granite and peered down at the shape of his head beneath your skirt. You gasped as his cool tongue grazed your warm folds and delved deeper.
âPeterâŚâ you wisped and closed your eyes as you tried to hide from your own shame.
He purred as his tongue flicked over your clit and you twitched. He caressed the crease of your thigh with his fingers as he lapped at your, his other hand pressed against your stomach until you fell back across the counter. You arched your back instinctively and his hand cupped your tit through your dress.
He blindly pulled until your chest slipped out and pushed the cup of your bra as he teased your clit with his tongue. He felt along your cunt with his fingers and shoved his index inside of you. You moaned as he pushed another inside and curled them as he suckled on your bud.
Your core burned to life. Your entire being was set alight after months without affection. You quivered in delight and fear. Your nerves stormed both out of guilt and hunger. It felt so good but you knew it was wrong. The scent of the perfume filled your nose as your skin grew hot.
He moved his hand in time with his mouth as he doted on you. His touch intensified as your legs bent around the side of the island and your fingernails dragged along the granite, your voice rising without thought. He pinched your nipple and you cried out as you came in a wave of sheer pleasure and grabbed his wrist as you tried to steady yourself.
He eased off slowly as you trembled in the afterglow, his lingering touch tickled along your legs as he pushed your dress up. He pulled you to sit up and lifted the fabric over your head and ripped your sleeves free from your arms. He tossed as side the garment and swiftly covered your mouth with his so you tasted your own arousal on his tongue.
He unhooked your bra blindly and slid it off your arms. You were intensely aware of your nakedness and as you brought your arms up to cover yourself, he forced them down and ran his hands over your bare torso.Â
âBeautiful,â he said as he laid a trail of gentle pecks along your throat and chest, pausing to take a nipple in his mouth as he rolled the other between his fingers and sent a shiver through you.
He kneaded your sides and hips, his fingers danced along your thighs and he followed the path with his mouth, kissing and nipping your flesh. He lifted his head again as he took your hands and twined his fingers through yours. He tugged you gently until you slid off the counter and landed on your feet shakily.
âBaby, youâre so amazing,â he placed your hands on his chest and pushed them down his muscled torso and brought them back up beneath his tee shirt, âgo on.â
He let you go and you continued to roll up his tee. He dipped his head and raised his arms to help you and you clung to the tee as it fell limp in your grasp. Dazed, he snatched the shirt from your hands and flung it. He once more pressed your hands to his chest and guided you in feeling the lines of his toned flesh.
He pushed your hands against the top of his jeans and leaned into you. He kissed your temple and whispered along your hairline, âturn around, baby.â He squeezed your ass and purred, âmmmm, please, I wanna see that ass.â
You blinked, dazed, and spun slowly. You caught yourself on the edge of the counter as your legs trembled and you heard the subtle zip. He kicked his foot between yours and pushed your legs apart as he led you back so that you were slightly bent against the island. He ran his nails down your back and gripped your hip with one hand as his other drew away from your skin.
You flinched as you felt his smooth tip against your ass and he rubbed it between your cheeks. You inhaled and held in your breath as his hold on your tightened and he angled his dick under your ass and grazed your cunt. He poked your entrance and pressed his chest to your back as his hand covered yours on the granite.
He slid into you and your voice fizzled in the air as he forced the air from your lungs. You pushed your head back and it met his shoulder as his other hand crawled down your front. He spread your folds with his fingers and swirled another around your clit as he tilted his hips and thrust into you slowly.
âAh, Peter,â you slapped the counter and he shushed you as his hand left yours cold and his fingers stretched over your throat.
His motion picked up as the noise of him crashing into you echoed around the kitchen. Your eyes rolled back as he rammed into you even harder. You were on tiptoes as he was driven by the weak moans that leaked from your lips and your wet pleasure squelched around him. He pressed two fingers to your bud and rubbed until you squeaked and your thighs quaked around him.
âThatâs it, baby,â he growled, âI bet you never cum like that for him.â
You whined and he sped up again. He pinned you against the counter so that the lip pressed into your stomach. He took his hand from your cunt and pushed your head down as he kept his other hand around your neck. He didnât waver once as he fucked you.
âTouch yourself, baby,â he commanded, âI want you to cum again for me. I know you want to too.â
His thick breath warmed the air and grazed your back as he held you down and his hold on your neck tightened until silver stars rose in your vision. Your feet dangled against the tile and you reached down to play with your clit as it buzzed. It was only seconds before you were murmuring in ecstasy once more.
âFuck, baby, can you feel that? The way your clinging to me,â he puffed as he slammed into you over and over, âhe can hardly fill you, can he? Hmmm? Little man.â
You wheezed as he choked you and his other hand kept your head pinned. You heard a distant creak but could barely do more than keep your fingers moving as your heartbeat deafened you. You came again and croaked as your cunt squeezed him hungrily.
âWhat the fuck?â the voice broke your lusty trance and suddenly you were pulled away from the counter.
Your head lulled as Peter held it up and turned you around, his pelvis slapping against your ass as you faced your husband. Your mouth hung open as your blurred vision barely registered the scene and the deep grunts only got louder behind you.
âLook whoâs here,â Peter rasped as he snaked his arm around you.
âThe fuck are you doing?â Wesley sneered as your eyes closed and your ass rang with each thrust.
âWhat you canât,â Peter snickered, âdoesnât she look so happy?â He grasped your chin and pushed his fingers into your mouth as he held your head up, âwell, you into watching or you gonna let us finish, old man?â
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Deep End  -  Four
Pairing: Dark!Steve Rogers X Reader
Summary: Heâs back. After all your best efforts at getting away, heâs found you again. And this time, heâs not letting you go so easily. Heâs determined to do whatever it takes to get you to be his. Forever.
Warnings: Dark Themes, Language, Angst, Manipulation, Fluff, Smut,Â
Word Count: 2.9K
A/n:Â Hello and welcome, formally, to part four. I hope you all had a lovely weekend and have an amazing week! I love you all very much.
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THIS IS A DARK FIC WITH SEXUAL AND TRIGGERING CONTENT!!! READ AT YOUR OWN RISK!!!! 18+ ONLY!!!
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You sit nervously on the lip of the bathtub, picking at the skin around your thumbnail as you wait for the timer to ring.
It feels like itâs been hours already.
âItâs okay, honey. Donât worry. If it isnât positive, weâll just keep trying.â
Steve's words donât ease your anxiety the way he thinks they do.
Your eyes are trained on the timer, counting down the seconds, though you already have a feeling of what the tests are going to say.
The alarm sounds like war drums and youâre racing for the row of sticks on the bathroom counter, your heart dropping into your stomach as you inspect them.
Positive.
Every single one of them.
Tears fill your eyes and you bury your face in your hands, shoulders shaking with sobs.
There it goes.
Your last shred of hope for gaining freedom. Out the window, just like that.
Steveâs arms come up around your shoulders, hugging you tightly.
âI knew it. I just... I knew. You smell different, your breasts are bigger. I fucking knew it.â
He nudges his nose against your cheek until you finally tilt your head back, and then his lips are on yours.
You don't fight him, too hopeless to even try anymore.
Your tears are salty, you can taste them on his lips, but he doesnât seem bothered at all by them. No, he still kisses you, walks you out of the bathroom towards the bed.
He helps you out of your clothes, his hands groping and squeezing every inch of you as if heâs never felt you before, as if youâre the first woman heâs touched in forever.
The tears are steady, continuing down your face as he pushes you gently onto the bed, his lips trailing over your inner thighs while his eyes raise to yours.
âWeâre gonna have another baby, honey. I always knew your body was perfect. Absolutely made for me. And now youâre gonna give me another baby. Youâre gonna grow all nice and round...â He trails off, his eyes dark and full of lust as he gazes down at your stomach as if picturing you pregnant again.
âCâmon, darling. We need to celebrate.â He sheds his clothes so that youâre both naked, his warm body pressed tightly against yours, though it does little to quell the shivers of distress rolling down your spine.
Pregnant. Again.
He places kiss after kiss onto your neck, trailing down to your breasts and halting there.
âCanât wait for you to be nice and big again, all full and round because of me. Fuck, canât wait âtill you start makinâ milk again, honey.â
His lips latch around your nipple, sucking hard enough to make your back arch, a whine of pain and pleasure rolling out of your mouth.
âThatâs it. Mâgonna make you feel nice, honey. Gonna make you feel loved. You know I love you, huh? Yeah. I do.â
His words make your stomach twist in uncomfortable knots, and you close your eyes to avoid the intensity of his gaze. You focus instead on the feel of his body against yours, nice and warm and heavy.
One of his hands snakes between your legs, toying with your clit and dipping into your heat to prepare you for his cock.
âGetting all wet and messy for me, huh?â Your eyes remain shut, blocking out his face, the face of the man whoâs done so many atrocious things to you.
He thrusts his fingers in and out rather slowly, dragging them against your sensitive walls until he deems you ready enough for him, though thereâs no way to truly be ready for him.
He positions himself between your legs, perched on his haunches while his hands rub over your thighs gently.
âCanât wait for you to have my baby, sweetheart. Gonna watch you get all nice and full, bring another life into this world for me. Thatâs what youâre here for, darling.â
He slides his manhood through your folds, coating himself in your essence before slowly pushing into you, forcing every inch into your tight wet heat.
Your mouth drops open, brows pulling together at the stretch of him so deep inside of you, pushing against every resistance your body brings forth. He forces himself into you until heâs seated comfortably, cock held tightly by your fluttering walls.
âFuck, feel that. Feel you. So tight... tight ân wet. Fuck... Fuck...â
He pulls back then pushes in, each thrust slow and precise and far too good. You hate how good he makes you feel, how well he knows your body. You hate how good you feel beneath him, how right it feels to be with him, to be held in his arms.
And you fucking hate him for making you enjoy a single second of time spent with him.
His thrusts speed up until heâs hammering his hips into yours, each movement of his hips forcing his cock to press against your cervix painfully, but the pain is welcome.
Itâs what you deserve for enjoying it.
A soft moan falls from your lips when he drops his hand between your legs, fingers working your clit with practiced ease.
Heâs spent months learning and re-learning your body, he knows you almost as well as he knows himself, and if the only way you want him is physically then fine, but heâs going to make that want stronger than your hatred for him.
âO-oh god...â Your eyes squeeze shut as the edge creeps closer, each pass of his thumb on your clit and his cock between your walls bringing it so much nearer.
âYou gonna cum for me, honey? Yeah? Gonna be my good girl?â You nod, if only so he doesnât stop.
âFuck, you feel so good, darling... so good.â He picks up speed, and you get lost in your orgasm like a leaf in a windstorm.
It picks you up and pulls you from reality. Bliss clouds your mind, your senses, and nothing matters except the rolling waves of pleasure flooding you.
âJust like that, honey... fuck.â
He drops his head into the crook of your neck, breaths hot and damp against your skin as he follows you into the blissful embrace.
His hips stutter to a stop, warmth painting your walls and filling you to the brim, just like he always does.
He pants against you, his mind consumed with obsession, adoration, love. He finally has you back in his arms. Finally gets to rebuild his family, get the happy ending heâs been craving.
Heâs not gonna give it up.
Youâre right where you belong.
~*~
He waits an absurdly long time before telling anyone.
He doesnât want anyone to know, especially not Nat. Bucky, sure, he can know, but not Nat. Not after the way she kept so many secrets for so long.
It isnât until you start showing -about two months after the positive tests- that he finally tells the two of them the good news, inviting them over to help set up the baby's room and have a nice night with his family.
Bucky and Steve have just finished painting the walls yellow, a neutral baby colour that you suggested.
Steve insists that you sit slightly outside the room, even though both windows are open and a fan is going, the paint specifically bought because itâs non-toxic.
But you donât argue. Youâll sit as far away from them as possible.
Sarahâs in your lap, her eyes focused on the colouring book on the ground in front of her, her tongue poking out between her lips as she tries to stay inside the lines.
âAlright. Thatâs the crib all done. Honey, you wanna grab us a drink?â
Your head snaps up at Steveâs request, and you nod, rising to your feet and instinctively dropping a hand to your small bump.
âCan I help?â Sarah asks excitedly, bouncing up onto her toes and following you down the stairs.
âOf course. You wanna bring this up to Uncle Bucky?â
You pour two glasses of lemonade, one for the blond and one for the brunet.
âCan I have some?â You nod, grabbing a cup for her as she starts carefully up the stairs with the glass.
âNeed a hand?â You stiffen, eyes slowly raising to the redheadâs.
âNo.â
She sighs, taking a seat at the counter.
âJust hear me out, (Y/n), please. I just... I just wanna explain. Please.â You grind your teeth together at her.
âWhat could you possibly have to say to me? How could you possibly explain the way you betrayed me? Betrayed Sarah? You got my dad killed, Natasha, and now Iâm pregnant again.â
She looks so lost, so desperate, but it doesnât change the fact that itâs her fault youâre here.
"Just please, (Y/n). Please.â Thereâs nothing you can really do to stop her. Itâs obvious that Bucky and Steve would side with her over you in a heartbeat.
âI never breathed a single word of your whereabouts to anyone, I swear. Not even my therapist. I swear on my life, (Y/n) I never told anyone where to find you.â
You look up at her and shake your head.
âYou were the only other person who knew where we were hiding.â
She lets out a shaky breath and looks away from your eyes.
âAfter what happened at the cabin I started going to therapy. Saw a good therapist who helped me get through a lot of stuff. James was going to therapy too, we were getting better together.â
You donât think any therapy in the world will change the fact that James Barnes is a monster through and through, but you donât say that to her. No, you let her continue.
âI started getting better. James did too. We got back to work, to helping people, Â being the good guys.â
She pauses, sniffling then scrubbing at her cheek.
âI told him that uh, one of my friends had a baby and that spending time around them made me want one too. It upset me because that... thatâs a dream that Iâll never be able to have. Or, I thought it was.â A smile tugs at the corner of her mouth, but it lacks any positive emotions behind it.
âHe told me about this experimental procedure that they started doing in Switzerland. Reversals for female sterilization. Highly experimental but... he said I should give it a shot. The worst that would happen would be... well... no worse than what Iâve had to live with for most of my life.â
She crosses her arms over her chest, not in defiance but in comfort. Self-comfort, and for a moment you feel bad for her.
âI talked it over with Bucky. Told him about how much I wanted a baby, a little mini version of him or I, and he was on board. Said he wished I told him sooner.â She chuckles, shaking her head fondly at the memory.
âThatâs when I left for that while, remember?â You nod.
She missed Christmas and you were only slightly devastated at having to spend the holiday alone.
âI got the procedure done. Was on bed rest for a while after and even after I was given a clean bill of health I... I didnât want to try. I was too nervous. Afraid that it wouldn't work but more afraid that it would.â
She takes a deep breath, her eyes squeezed shut tightly as she recounts the events that occurred leading up to your abduction. Her betrayal.
âIt uh... it took three months but we conceived. I was finally pregnant.â She smiles a tearful, wet smile at you and your own eyes prickle with tears as you realize that her story wonât have a happy ending.
Your mind immediately goes to the worst things you can think of, ranging from miscarriage to murder, and you find yourself wanting to call Sarah down away from her father.
âI was ecstatic, (Y/n). I was so fucking happy.â Her eyes are filled with a type of sorrow that youâre far too familiar with. One youâve felt too much in your short life.
âI told my shrink about it, told him how happy I was. Bucky and I cried together when we found out cause... we were finally gonna be parents. Thatâs around the time when I started coming by more often. What, sic months ago? Yeah, right around then. I uh, I wanted to wait until I was showing more to tell you, but...â She trails off, her face falling even more and tears trailing down her cheeks.
âThatâs around the same time when Bucky started seeing Steve more. Spent less and less time at home with me and more time with Steve. I uh, got a call one day from his therapist, asking if everything was okay because she hadnât seen him in weeks. Thatâs when I knew something wasnât right. We hadnât spoken to Steve since the cabin incident and then Bucky was spending every waking moment with him.â
She stops speaking, her fingers trembling and her bottom lip wobbling.
âWhat happened to the baby?â You ask softly, needing to know who hurt her, who caused it.
She exhales deeply and slowly opens her eyes.
âI uh, I guess Bucky mustâve told him. And uh... if Steve canât have his happily ever after then no one can.â
My heart drops into my stomach.
âWhat did he do?â
She doesnât answer right away. No, instead she picks at her fingers for a long moment.
âDid you know... that drinking certain teas can cause a miscarriage? Because I didnât.â You furrow your brows, trying to figure out what she means until it dawns on you.
âHe made you drink it?â Youâre not sure which âheâ youâre talking about, but you know it mustâve been at least one, if not both of them.
âThe last time I uh, set foot in this house before that dinner we had together... he invited us over for drinks and to watch the game. He made me some tea and asked me why I thought it was okay to keep secrets from him. I didnât understand what he meant at the time but... that hardly matters. A few days later I started bleeding. A lot. I was in the infirmary for days on end only to find out that heâd poisoned my baby.â
She sniffles again and wipes her cheeks with the back of her hand.
âAfter that, he didnât trust me, only trusted Bucky. Went to my therapist and took his notes, beat answers out of him when he refused to speak. Iâm assuming they bugged me o-or something. Or followed my licence plate, searched through my history to figure it out."
Her candy apple green eyes meet yours, vibrant and staring directly into your soul with passion and fire rivalling that of a forest fire.
âI never breathed a single word of you or Sarah to anyone. Steve figured it out on his own, after almost killing my therapist, and killing my baby. I never said anything, I swear. On the life of my child, I didnât say a thing.â
Your breaths come in shallow bursts, anxiety spiking as you shake your head.
âI-I donât...â She puts a gentle hand on your shoulder and nods, guiding you towards the couch.
âIâm sorry. But thatâs... thatâs the truth. Steve is a monster, and heâs got Bucky following him mindlessly. I donât... I donât know what to do or who to turn to.â
You open your mouth to speak, but the sound of feet trudging down the stairs cuts you off.
âEverything alright down here?â Steve asks, reaching for his glass of lemonade but pausing when he sees the look of distress on your face.
His eyes flutter between you and Nat before he takes a seat beside you, grabbing your hand gently in his.
âHoney? You okay?â
You shake your head, trying to rid it of the overwhelming thoughts.
âMommy?â The three of you look up as Sarah bounds down the stairs, climbing into your lap.
âWhereâs my juice?â You pick her up and rest her on your hip as you stand up, walking into the kitchen to grab her cup of juice and distance yourself from the people on the couch.
Bucky comes down the stairs next, confused and wondering where everyone went.
His eyes find Natashaâs first, the poorly masked sorrow colouring her features, and his heart aches.
Sarah drinks her lemonade quickly, making a loud âahhâ sound once sheâs devoured the last drop.
âCan we have pizza for dinner?â She asks eagerly, looking up at you with big blue eyes.
You swallow hard then nod, your eyes slowly raising to Steveâs as he walks over to you.
âPizza?â You ask softly, turning back to your daughter when he nods.
âOf course.â She squeals excitedly, wrapping her arms around your neck and hugging you tightly.
You hug her closer to your body, burying your face in her hair as a tear slips down your cheek.
You knew he was a bad man, but you never thought heâd hurt a child. That wouldâve been his niece or nephew, a friend for Sarah and your new baby. But no, he decided that Natasha didnât deserve her happy ending, neither did Bucky.
Natasha is one of the few friends youâve ever had, and the fact that heâd hurt her that way, kill off her one dream, is disgusting.
It makes you wonder what heâll do to you, or even Sarah.
You thought hurting kids was something Steve would never do, but now youâre not so sure.
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hi! just dropping in to say i love your writing! if itâs not too much, could you possibly write a fluffy scenario or hc where you hold hands for the first time with any of the hq boys of your choice and you both are super flustered yet happy? đđ thank you đĽş
AIGHT CAFFEINE DONâT FAIL ME NOW.
First Time Holding Hands (w/ Sugawara, Iwaizumi, Yamaguchi, and Akaashi)
Warning(s): none
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Sugawara
-âWhy are you so far away?â â...What? Who is?âÂ
- glances back with an easy smile on his face at you, tilting his head slightly as you pretend like you donât know what heâs talking about
- chuckles lightly before fake-pouting, overdramatically sighing with a hand rested over his heartÂ
- âMy cute girlfriend doesnât even want me to walk her home from school-â âYou know thatâs not it!!!âÂ
- Loves seeing you flustered, but lightens up the teasing because he knows how easily worked up you get
- âItâs fine. Iâm used to not being loved.âÂ
- smile grows when you huff, bashfully catch up to him in a few long strides, walking alongside him with heat in your cheeksÂ
-Â âHappy?â you mumble, heart beating out of control as his eyes close with a wide grin at your question
- grabs your bag strap before you can walk any further, slowly taking it away from you to shoulder it onto his own as you blink in confusionÂ
- he would never say it but he was kind of freaking out tooÂ
- slips his hand into yours gently, feeling you stiffen before relaxing, making him just cherish you in that moment as you blink owlishly at him in the setting sunÂ
- your hand was so warm how cuteÂ
- kisses your knuckle to top it off, knowing your fuse was about to bust eventually out of embarrassmentÂ
- walks along casually, pocketing your hand in his jacket pocket while winking at you as he tugs you alongÂ
- âMuch.â âI hate you!âÂ
Iwaizumi
- âDude you havenât even-â âShut up.âÂ
- glares at a giggling Hanamaki and Matsukawa as Iwaizumi bites into his curry bun a bit more violently than usualÂ
- âOoooh want me to help you practice-â âDonât come near me, shittykawa.âÂ
- to be honest you both were really awkward when it came to this kind of stuff, because being in a new relationship from being best friends had different kind of boundariesÂ
- âLook. Iâll show you.â âOikawa, uh, maybe you shouldnât-âÂ
- is half-expecting Oikawa to grab his hand anyways, but instead the brunette is strolling his way over to you across the lunch roomÂ
- âOh he is not-â âI think he is!âÂ
- gaze hardens immediately when your other best friend approaches you, Oikawa talking to you with a bright grin on his face as you listen on in slight confusionÂ
- so when he watches Oikawa raises his palm up, seeming to ask you to compare hand-sizes, heâs borderline seethingÂ
- Hanamaki and Matsukawa both have their hands covered over their mouths laughing like this isnât happening
- stands up immediately when you hesitantly raise your hand up to meet Oikawaâs, allowing him to interlace your fingers-Â
-Â âHajime?!â ignores you as he casually throws you over his shoulder, making sure to keep your skirt down and away from prying eyes as Oikawa pales on the spotÂ
-Â âIâll deal with you later.â As he ignores Oikawaâs soldier-salute with a terrified look in his eyes, walking out into an empty hallway as you amusedly glance down at your boyfriend
- âSo you say you donât get jealous-â âShush. Youâre not off the hook either.âÂ
- rolls his eyes at your giggles as you lean against the hallway when he finally sets you down, looking up with a grin at your boyfriendÂ
- âSomething you needed?â â....Hand.âÂ
- sighs as if heâs annoyed when you blink in confusion, looking off in the other direction before holding his hand out
- â...just...give me your hand, will you?â âIwa, weâve been holding hands since we were kids...âÂ
- Ignores your giggles as you take his hand in yours, feeling a completely different feeling overwhelm him when he realizes heâs holding your hand as your boyfriendÂ
- just kind of stands there, tracing his thumbs along the lines of your hand before his cheeks begin to darkenÂ
- âYou can let go if you want-â âNo.âÂ
- Tightens his hold, pulling you into him as you melt into his embrace, smiling into his shoulder as he mumbles into your hair, hands finding your waist
- â...letâs just stay like this awhile.â âTooru really got to you, didnât he-?â âDonât say his name.âÂ
YamaguchiÂ
- First date with this baby boy means heâs probably a nervous wreck the whole time, tbhÂ
- probably trying to hold your hand the whole time, but canât work up enough courage because he doesnât want to make you uncomfortable :(Â
- No for real he tried during the movie but you thought he wanted some popcorn, so instead of your hand he got buttery fingers so he definitely could not hold your hand
- âYou couldâve just said so, Yama!â âHaha yeah. M-My mistake.âÂ
- Lord help this boyÂ
- but when you were at the cafe, sitting side by side in a booth as you talk about the movie, you begin nodding off sleepily
-Â âAre you tired?! I can take you home right...now...â trails off when you plop your head down onto his shoulder, humming that you were fine before beginning to play with his finger tips absent-mindedlyÂ
- Eyes widen and he stiffens like a board before you feel it, and you giggle a bit nervously before straighteningÂ
- âSorry, I...didnât mean to make this weird. Iâm gonna grab a hot chocolate and we can go, alright?âÂ
- doesnât answer as you slip out of the booth, a feeling of disappointment settling in both your stomachs before Yamaguchi swallows back his nervousness, slipping out after you a few minutes after when you have your beverageÂ
- walks quietly behind you as he tries to find the right moment, eyes widening when he sees you yelp at how close a car was coming alongside the road of the sidewalkÂ
-Â âCome here.â as he pulls you softly by the shoulder and hand, switching you to his other sideÂ
-Â âIâll walk by the r-road...â breath catches in his throat when you smile, tightening your hold on his hand as he feels his chest finally relaxÂ
- âTadashi your hand is on fire.â âD-Did you have to say something about it?!âÂ
Akaashi
- he thought it was cute that you were shyÂ
- but he draws the line when youâre literally physically affectionate with everyone but himÂ
-Â âUh, I donât know man, maybe itâs because youâre her boyfriend?â Konoha tilts his head as you quite literally let Bokuto give you a bear hug in the backgroundÂ
- isnât the type to get annoyed easily, but when youâre willing to hug Bokuto more than him, he feels a lick of fiery irritation in his stomach
- â...so Iâm guessing you havenât kissed her yet-â âKonoha, please stop talking.â
- literally is so smart but cannot comprehend why you always walk a good three feet behind him, or shy away from his motions to hold you
- gets so upset about it he asks Bokuto for helpÂ
- desperate times call for desperate measuresÂ
- so thatâs how you end up confusedly following Bokutoâs directions to Akaashi, and you shyly peek your head into the boyâs locker room just as Akaashi is shrugging his jacket onÂ
- âReady to go home?â âMhm.âÂ
- the original plan was to be a âmanâ and just grab your hand while cornering you against the lockers, flustering you until you tell him the truth-Â
- but come on this is Akaashi Keiji, gentleman of the century
- backs out of it with a light sigh, smiling a gentle smile at you before nodding his head slightly, walking up to you carefully as you begin to fidget nervouslyÂ
- â...My sleeve.â âH-Huh?âÂ
- clears his throat, looking away before turning around
- âItâs okay if youâre uncomfortable for now, but how about holding my sleeve to start? Thatâs only if youâre okay with it, of course.âÂ
- breathes through a heavy beat of silence before a warm feeling encases his hand, and he glances back at you in shockÂ
-Â âI just...um, really like you, so I kind of freak out because youâre just so...perfect? Is that the right word?â
- smiles at your rambling before shaking his head lightly, turning to face you fully as his blue eyes look into yours lovinglyÂ
- â...May I?â âY-yes...?âÂ
- slowly keeps his hand in yours while the other cups your face, slender fingers gliding through your hair as you will yourself to stay still along with your heart beatÂ
- kisses you on the forehead as if you were fragile, and you tremble a little, prompting him to pull back with a gentle lookÂ
-Â âWeâll take it as slow as you want, at whatever pace you want, okay?â as he traces your cheeks, watching a soft smile pass your face before his tone hardensÂ
- âJust no more hugging Bokuto. I swear I can give better hugs than him.â â...âKaashi, youâre so cute.âÂ
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So after I wrote that last Paul fic involving vaginismus, I got quite a few messages saying how much it meant to some of you and I just want to say how much it warms my heart to bring others joy or comfort through my writing. Like Iâve been telling a lot of you, fan fictions are amazing. I love them. But theyâre not always realistic, and that can be damaging to people who think sex is supposed to go a certain way and then blame themselves when itâs not like that. Weâre all different, and everyone deserves to have a partner that cares about your well-being and pleasure. Donât settle for less.Â
Seth Clearwater x vaginismus!reader smutÂ
(Seth is 18+ in this)
Being with Seth Clearwater was, in a word, magical. He truly was the best boyfriend you could ever ask for. He was always there for you when you were upset or having anxiety, always made you smile and laugh, got you cute little presents or sometimes cool rocks that he found on patrol, and was super physically affectionate. Hugs, kisses, cuddles, hickeys, hand-holding. Yâall were the poster children for PDA. It made you nervous when you first started dating, because you thought he would want to get intimate right away. You knew that if you told him you didnât want to have sex right away, he would be more than understanding. Thatâs just the kind of person he was. But you feared that holding off on intimacy would damage your relationship. Sethâs love language was physical touch. Yours was too, so stopping things every time it got too heated was a big roadblock in the relationship. Or so you thought.Â
The day came where you had to tell Seth about your vaginismus. He had asked tons of questions before letting you know how he felt about it all. What causes it? What does it feel like? How does the physical therapy work? Is there anything I can do to help? Once you explained the logistics of it all, you guys could start to be more open and honest about what you were comfortable with doing. It turns out, he thought you just didnât want to be intimate with him. He thought you were only sticking around because of the imprint bond. Once you explained that yes, you definitely really really want to have sex with him, you just canât right now, he was all smiles and wanted to try all kinds of stuff that didnât involve penetration. You guys would have super open conversations about what he could and couldnât do to you, and started experimenting with the things you were comfortable with. Letâs just say, Seth became an absolute master in the art of oral sex. For a while, it was all he could do, so he did it. A lot. I mean, youâd have to physically pull him away sometimes when it got too sensitive. He loved knowing that he could make you feel so much pleasure. It made him feel needed. Wanted. And of course you returned the favor.Â
You guys definitely have the foreplay routine down pat. Seth was almost always there when it came time for you to dilate every day. He would sit next to you, hold your hand, kiss you, or just talk to you about his day. Whatever you wanted, and whatever would distract you. He was so supportive, that when the day finally came that you wanted to try having penetrative sex with him, he said no. He didnât think you had been using the biggest dilator long enough. What if he hurt you? What if you just didnât like it? What if what if what ifâŚ..Â
But you had been waiting long enough. His support honestly turned you on. Every day when he would sit there while you did your therapy, you wanted to jump his bones for being so. Damn. sweet. No guy had ever cared about you to the point of withholding from sex for you. They always just let you put up with the pain. Not Seth.Â
âBut baby, what if it hurts you?â he voiced.Â
âThen we can stop and try again another time.âÂ
âBut what if-â
âSeth,â you cut him off. âI know my body. Believe me, Iâve had to pay attention to it every day for the past year and a half while I did my exercises. Iâm ready. If you donât want to, thatâs fine, but donât say no because of me. I want to try.â You sounded so soft and adorable while you said the last part that he nearly melted through the floor. Here he was, with the most beautiful girl on the planet all but begging him to have sex with her, and he was hesitating. Thatâs what love made you do.Â
âOk, we can try. But you have to promise, I mean really promise, that the second it starts to feel anything but good, youâll tell me.â His voice was laced with concern.Â
âI promise,â you said with so much confidence that he had to believe you.Â
âAlright. So weâre doing this. Did you want to⌠try it like, now?â The poor boy was a blushing mess right now. You just nodded your head and smiled. âOkay. Cool. Yeah, thatâs cool. We can do it now. Iâm totally down with that.â You knew based off of the way he was acting that you were going to have to make the first move, so you walked up, grabbed his face between your hands, and kissed him.
 He seemed stiff, so you pulled away and said, âEverything ok?â
âYeah! Yeah, yeah. Everything is perfect. I just⌠do you want to go to my room?â Again, you just nodded, and let him take your hand and lead you into his bedroom, closing the door behind you guys. Jeez, he seemed more nervous than you were. You sat down on the middle of his bed, and reached your arms out and did grabby-hands until he laughed and joined you, lying you down and hovering over you. He kissed you sweetly, giving you every opportunity to say stop. You didnât, but instead threaded your fingers up through his inky hair and pulled him closer to you. He took this as a green light to deepen the kiss, and brush his tongue up against your own. You guys continued kissing for a while since this was comfortable territory for you both. He eventually started moving his hands under your shirt, first massaging your stomach with his thumb and then moving up. He pulled back from you suddenly, eyes wide. âNo bra?âÂ
âNope. I didnât want anything to get in the way today,â you smirked and slid your hands over his shoulders. He had a look of awe on his face as he pulled the hem of your shirt up. You sat up and took it off, throwing it to the floor. Okay, yeah, so you were eager. Youâd never enjoyed sex before and you thought you actually might for the first time. It was exciting.Â
As you laid back down, his eyes never left yours. He came back down for another kiss before trailing his mouth down your jaw, suckling at your neck for a few minutes before it was covered in faint red marks, and moved down to your breasts. Seth had always worshipped your chest. It was one of his favorite parts of your body. The size, the shape, the feel, were all beyond perfect to him. You gasped as he took a nipple into his mouth, your back arching up into him. He brought his hand up to massage your other breast while his tongue continued swirling around the first one. You closed your eyes and tipped your head back, just relaxing into the feeling and letting your muscles be at ease. He sat up for a second, which was far too long, to take his shirt off, and you opened your eyes to admire his sculpted body. You would have loved him even if he wasnât a shapeshifting beast, but damn, the muscles that came with were such a nice bonus. And they werenât just for show. You never told him this, but whenever he picked you up so easily or carried you around or pushed you up against a wall, you got beyond turned on. You always wondered what it would be like to have him actually get rough with you, but that would be for another time.Â
Once Seth thought your boobs had been shown enough attention, he slid his hand back down to your stomach, and then lower. He fiddled with the waistband of your jeans before popping the button at the front and dragging the zipper down torturously slow. You felt so hot at this point that you thought you would climb out of your skin if he didnât touch you properly soon. You raised your hips in a silent signal for him to take them off, but he was too distracted by the feeling of your soft skin to notice.Â
âSeth,â you whispered. He looked up at you, hand already stilling in case you wanted to stop.Â
âWhatâs wrong?â he panicked.Â
âNothing is wrong. Can you help me take these off?â His eyes widened at this, and then he smiled. He sat up on his knees, gripping the waistband of your jeans on either side of you, and you raised your hips as he pulled them down slowly, admiring your legs as each inch of them was revealed. His breath caught in his throat as he took in the lacey g-string you were wearing, which you had bought specially for this moment. You never really cared about wearing cute underwear before since it would always end up on the floor anyways, but this was a big day. At least you hoped it would be. So you wanted to wear something cute, and boy did Seth appreciate it.Â
Once your jeans were all the way off, he gave a low whistle and said, âdamn. My girlfriend is the most beautiful woman alive. How did I get so lucky?âÂ
You hit his shoulder and looked away blushing at this. And then⌠oh, then.Â
Your sexy werewolf boyfriend lay down on his stomach in between your thighs, lifting your legs onto his shoulders, and gave you a smirk that could only be described as savagely canine. He kissed the insides of your thighs, nipping here and there before soothing with his tongue, inching closer and closer to where you really wanted him to be. He liked to take his time with this part. He flattened his tongue and gave your center a broad lick over your panties, eliciting a small gasp. He did this several more times until your hips were writhing and grinding, desperate for more friction. He reached under you, gripping the fabric of your underwear before all but ripping them off you.Â
âHey, easy. Those were expensive,â you haphazardly pointed, too lost in the moment to really care.Â
âIâll buy you new ones,â he spoke lowly into your center right before diving in and wrapping his lips around you, sucking and kneading with his tongue. You gave a small moan, fingers once again tangling in his hair. He kept this up, alternating between firm licks and small sucks, his tongue constantly flicking that perfect spot. Seth heard in Paulâs head through the mind link once that porn wasnât accurate at all to what women actually got off on. You were supposed to pick 2, maybe 3 key moves and do those until she was close, and then just keep doing exactly that until she came. Women are about consistency and rhythm, so if you change it up, they have to start all over. This advice had not failed him yet. Had not failed either of you, and you could have kissed Paul if you found out that thatâs where Seth had gotten this tip. Fifteen delicious minutes later and you were teetering on the edge. You used to be insecure about how long you took to finish, but Seth had always reassured you that he just wanted you to feel good, and he would spend all day between your legs if he could. You were right there, legs shaking and eyes screwed shut, but couldnât quite get that knot in your stomach to unravel. Seth pulled away, sensing your impatience, and knew you needed a little push. He got up and opened your bedside table, pulling out the large bottle of lube that you used for dilating, slathering his middle finger in it, and laid back down between your legs.Â
You knew what he was going to do, and trusted him enough to be careful, so you lie back and relax, knowing he would get you there no matter what. He dove back in with his lips, tongue flicking and rubbing for another few seconds before positioning his finger at your entrance, swirling it around to distribute the lube. He looked up at you, knowing you liked to guide his hand at first to make sure you were comfortable. You grabbed his hand, sliding his finger in slowly, inch by inch. You were pretty worked up at this point, so it didnât take very long before his finger way fully inside you. He stilled his hand, waiting for you to give the all-clear, still sucking at your clit like a starving man. You tugged at his hair, shifting your hips against his hand, which he knew to be the cue to start moving. You didnât much like the in-out feeling of being fingered. You preferred the pressure of him pressing on certain spots. He twisted his finger slowly so that his palm was facing upward, and began to stroke your top wall, making you shudder.Â
This was going to push you over that edge. Several minutes of consistency, pressure, and suction had you cumming hard, grinding on his face and moaning his name loudly. When you came down, Seth was still going, though more gently since he knew how sensitive you got post-orgasm. You had to whine and tug on his hair to get him to take his mouth off you, his finger stilling but remaining inside.Â
âWow,â you breathed, eyes closed in a haze.
âWow yourself, Gorgeous,â he winked at you. You made a move to reach down and grab him through his sweatpants, but Seth was quick to pull your hand away. âThis is about you tonight,â he said with total sincerity. You wanted to argue that it was about both of you, but you knew he had his mind set on taking care of you, so you decided to let him. âYou ready to try, baby?âÂ
âHell yes,â you laughed, sitting up. âMaybe I could start on top? Thatâs how I dilate and I could control it better that way.âÂ
âI was just about to say the same thing,â he teased back. He moved to lie back against the headboard after taking his pants off as you kneeled on the edge of the bed, grabbing the bottle of lube. While you were turned away from him, he brought his hand to a cheeky slap on your ass, catching you by surprise.Â
âHey!â You squealed and then giggled, turning to give him a playful glare.Â
âI couldnât resist! It was right there,â He said, holding his hands up in surrender.Â
You simply rolled your eyes at this, grabbing a condom from the bedside table as well. You turned to him, still kneeling, and handed him the condom, which he ripped open with his teeth (and it was so hot). He slowly rolled it onto his rock hard dick, keeping a hand around the base as he looked up at you. âYou absolutely sure about this?â he questioned.Â
âYes Seth. I really want to.âÂ
With this, you climbed up to straddle his lap, squirting generous amounts of lube onto him and spreading it around with your hand. You knelt up, positioning him at your entrance after throwing the lube on the floor. He sat straight up, hands going around your waist, one reaching up behind you to cradle your head. He gave you a passionate kiss as you lowered slightly, letting the tip of him find its way in. You stopped here, doing some deep breathing as Seth stared intently at your face, looking for any signs of discomfort. Seth was slightly smaller than your largest dilator, but what had you slightly concerned was the friction. The in-out-in-out factor usually caused you pain when you tried bouncing on your dilators. You would just have to keep the lube on stand-by and remember to breathe with your stomach.Â
When you were sure you would be ok, you lowered more, sinking down an inch with every exhale. Seth lovingly rubbed your back, hand petting your hair as he waited patiently for you to adjust. You felt unbelievable around him, but he didnât want to express too much pleasure, fearful that you would put up with any pain for his benefit. He settled for nuzzling his nose into the crook of your neck, holding you as close as he physically could. You lightly scratched at his shoulders, holding on for dear life. You had to stop for a moment at the half-way point, trying your best to control your pelvic muscles and picturing a flower bud opening in your mind. Slowly, you lowered another inch, and then another, and another, until you could feel his thighs touch you. At this, you sat down fully on his lap, his cock sheathed fully inside of you.Â
I need a minute you thought. This was a lot. Silicone dilators were one thing, but to have your boyfriend inside you like this was completely different. He was warm, hot even, and you could feel his pulse, feel the throb in his veins. The twitch of him deep inside you.Â
âFuck,â Seth gasped quietly, as if he didnât want you to hear.Â
âFeels good?â you questioned.Â
âMm-hmm. Are you okay?â He asked right back, face still buried in your neck.Â
âI think so. Just give me a second.âÂ
âTake all the time you need, baby. Do you want me to touch you?â His hand came over from your back and he grazed your lower stomach with his knuckles.Â
âNo. Too much,â was all the answer he needed before he wrapped his arm around your back once again, massaging your skin soothingly. This was going on too long, you thought. Seth was probably dying right now. You didnât want him to suffer, so you lifted your hips a couple inches, sinking back down on him. You felt a stinging sensation at your entrance, but ignored it. Before you could lift your hips again, Seth grabbed your waist in a vice-like grip, still holding you against him but stopping all movement.Â
âDonât you dare,â he spoke softly yet firmly. âI can feel how tense your muscles are right now. Relax and then you can try again.â You wanted to cry at this. He was getting frustrated. He was going to break up with you! But you silenced those negative comments and realized he was right. So you took some deep breaths again, focusing on the pressure of his tip deep in your walls, the feel of his fingers grazing your back, his other hand playing with your hair. You closed your eyes and focused only on the sensations. âThere you go, Sweetheart,â he said as he felt you relax around him. Instead of going straight up and down this time, you ground your hips against his, making circles on top of him. And it felt⌠good? Jesus. For the first time in your life, sex wasnât hurting. It still felt a little tight and stiff, but it didnât hurt. So you kept at it. Your breathing picked up at the sensation, along with the exertion of kneeling for so long. Seth pulled his face out of your neck and used the hand that was petting your hair to pull you into a passionate kiss. You guys made out as you continued to circle your hips, both of your breathing labored. Seth gripped your ass in one of his hands, helping control your movements as your legs began to shake.Â
âYou getting tired, baby?â he questioned, even though he could see that you were. You just nodded, slowing down a little. âDo you want to try a different position? Maybe one where I could do some work?â You wanted to, but were nervous. The trust you had for Seth was absolute, but what other position could work?Â
âLike what?â you questioned hesitantly.
He thought for a moment, hands stilling your hips, before he cracked a smile. âI have an idea. Here,â he spoke as he shifted you both further down the bed and laid back so he was flat on his back, you still on top of him. He brought you down so you were stomach to stomach, hands going to the small of your back, and planted his feet on the bed. He held you close as he lightly thrusted up into you.Â
âOh,â you breathed a moan. This felt really good. Being on top and controlling the movement had been good to adjust, but having Seth fuck up into you like this was another level of pleasure. He barely thrusted, but still hit the right spots. And you could still easily lift your hips to pull away if it started to hurt.Â
âGood?â he whispered.
âMm-hmm. Oh my God,â you whispered to yourself, reaching up with one hand to grab the headboard. You thought you heard him breath a laugh, but were too lost in the moment to pay much attention to anything but Sethâs movements. He kept a steady pace of small thrusts, going slowly, never questioning the pace or pushing your limits. After a while, you started to push your hips back against his as he went into you.Â
âYou want to try going a little faster, Sweetheart?â he questioned gently.Â
âYes,â you said with half-lidded eyes as you looked right into Sethâs coffee-colored irises.Â
He brought himself out a little further at this, pushing back into you slightly faster than before, and hitting that perfect soft spot inside you that had your toes curl. You released a real moan this time, and Seth swore he could have cum from that sound alone. He kept this pace up, not daring to go any faster since you both were already enjoying it so much and he didnât want to risk ruining the moment with pain. For the first time in your life, you felt actual pleasure from penetration, and you wanted more. You wanted to cum, and you felt like you actually could. With this realization, you brought one of your hands down to your swollen clit, rubbing tight circles on it that had your moans go up in pitch.Â
Seth grabbed your hand, putting it back on his chest as he reached down and began rubbing you with his own fingers and cockily stating, âThatâs my job.â You felt your eyes roll back in your head at this, and it was the hottest thing Seth had ever seen. You felt a knot begin to form in your stomach, tightening faster than it ever had before. After just a couple more minutes of this, you moan âOh, Seth. I think Iâm gonna cum.â Of course this only spurred him on to keep going. Consistency, he reminded himself. Donât change a thing. And he didnât, not until you were seeing stars, trembling on top of him and screaming his name as your climax crashed into you like a wave. You had to rip his hand off your dripping center when the sensations became too much, and he stilled inside of you.Â
âDid you finish?â you questioned him once you came down, confused. If he had, it had sure been subtle.Â
âNo, but I didnât know if you were okay to keep going. You seem pretty sensitive right now.âÂ
âSeth, I want you to cum too. Just⌠do you think you could like, not take a while? Like, could you finish in the next couple minutes? Iâm okay now but I donât want to push it.âÂ
âBaby, I can finish in the next 30 seconds after looking at your face while you came like that.â You blushed deeply at this, breath picking back up again as he continued to gently thrust into you. He screwed his eyes shut after a couple thrusts, losing rhythm in his hips as he spilled into the condom with a growl and relaxed underneath you. âFuck,â was all he said.Â
You laughed. âYeah, fuck.âÂ
He let you sit up and pull off of him at your own pace before dismounting and moving to walk to the bathroom.Â
âWait! Wait,â he almost yelled, startling you half to death as he sat up, removed and tied off the condom, and hopped off the bed to throw it away. âThis is the part where you let me clean you up and take care of you.âÂ
âYou just did take care of me, Seth,â which made him giggle.Â
âNot like that silly goose! Just stay there.â He joked as he made his way into the bathroom, coming out with a damp towel. âSpread âem,â he motioned towards your legs. You laughed deeply, obliging. He was ultra gentle as he wiped the lube off the insides of your thighs, kissing your knees as he finished. Then, he threw the towel into the hamper and retrieved his softest sweatshirt and placed it over your head as you moved your arms into the sleeves. âAnd now, we cuddle.â He looked so damn pleased with himself.Â
You laid your head on Sethâs warm chest, his arms coming to wrap around your waist. You two stayed like this for a while, just soaking in the details of what just happened. You did it. You had sex with your boyfriend. Actual penetrative sex, and it didnât hurt.Â
As if reading your mind, Seth spoke. âIâm so proud of you.âÂ
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summary: you find yourself at the tattoo parlor more often as of late. also, jungkook hates lemon jelly filled donuts and is easily bribed by mint chocolate and macarons. pairing: âbadboyâ jk x âshy/reservedâ oc warnings: cursing, excessive use of pet names, kinda toxic friendship
Soraâs unbridled passion for why she believes Jungkook is wrong for you has never irritated you as much as it does in this moment. Youâll never understand why sheâs so adamant about the topic, when itâs not her decision. When she knows that youâve been harboring a small crush on the man for years now, and youâre fairly certain he returns your affections.
When the man told you that he had put an orange heart next to your name, you knew it was real.
You donât understand why Sora is determined to make things so complicated, when they donât have to be. You donât believe her claims that heâs a fuckboy, that he treats people like trash. Heâs shown you the opposite. Heâs so gentle with everyone, not just you. Heâs blunt but he has a big heart under all of the leather and layers of black.
If thereâs a word to describe him, itâs dreamy.
Which is why youâre so hurt that Sora refuses to give him a chance. After all, if she was your best friend, shouldnât she offer him a chance for your sake?
It confuses you.
âIâve heard so many bad things about him,â Sora says knowingly, swirling her glass of wine in her hands. You donât feel very much like drinking, not when your stomach swirls in unease. Being in her apartment is nothing new, but right now, youâd rather be anywhere else.
âBut what things? And from who? Jungkook is such a genuine guy and he hasnât done anything for people to start rumors about him,â You protest, but your words fall on deaf ears, âAnd I like him-â
âI mean come on, have you seen him? The man radiates bad vibes. My friends have all said-â
âBad vibes? Youâre dismissing him because of bad vibes when Iâm telling you that-â
âIâm your best friend, donât you think I know these things?â Sora says, heat and arrogance in her voice, âIâm only looking out for you. Itâs shitty that youâre dismissing me for a guy-â
âIâm not dismissing you-â But your voice grows smaller and smaller, something that you think Jungkook might be disappointed in you for.
âIt sure as hell sounds like you are,â Sora sneers with a cold sort of tilt to her lips, âListen. Iâm just looking out for you, even if you donât seem to appreciate it. I thought we were best friends. Friends look out for each other, but if you donât want to listen to me, thatâs on you.â
Something dry settles in your throat and something heavy settles in your chest.
âHeâs not good news,â Sora continues, as if she canât see your heart beginning to ache, âIâll find someone who will treat you much better, donât worry.â She pats your knee in a way that is supposed to be reassuring but you wince.
You donât want her favors, but itâs too late for you to protest. Besides if you did, sheâd feel awful and you never want to be the cause of her being upset. Sheâs your best friend after all. And what kind of friend would you be, if you upset her to that degree?
But still... you donât want anyone else. You want the sensitive man who gets misty-eyed by powerful renditions of Beyonce songs, the man who texts you until you fall asleep, the man who asks you what color to paint his nails when he feels like it.
You kind of want the sensitive man dressed in layers of black.
You let Sora talk your ear off about all of the guys she has in mind for you, but you stop listening. You donât understand this vendetta she has against Jungkook, the vendetta that sheâs always had. But she is correct about one thing- she is your best friend and has your best interests at heart...right?
The four walls of the tattoo parlor that youâve begun frequenting more and more often begins to feel more and more like a welcome place in recent days. Youâve always been friendly with the guys, especially Yoongi and Hoseok.
Even if Yoongi doesnât work at the parlor, heâs here frequently enough.
Though Yoongi and Hoseok are some of your oldest friends, youâve only come to the parlor a handful of times in the past. Once that realization hit you, youâd made it a point to stop by more often.
Why hadnât you before?
Theyâre your oldest friends, but these days, you feel closer to Mina and Mei as well. While you do have other girlfriends who you see as often as your collective schedules align, itâs still different.
But still. You donât know if youâve ever truly belonged with anyone. You feel as if youâve been floating through life, with Sora by your side (at least half the time, when sheâs not spewing criticism over the man you have feelings for).
Thinking about it gives you a headache and makes you feel nostalgic for something that you never had. But maybe itâs something you can have.
âHey, you,â Mei calls from reception, where sheâs sitting next to Hobi who waves at you, âWhat brings you here? Finally gonna let me pierce you?â
âI brought donuts,â You shrug, âAnd Iâm not ready for that surgical instrument to touch me, thanks very much.â
âYou can stop by without the pretense of bringing sweet treats over,â Hobi says knowingly, âI mean none of us will complain about donuts, but you know that right? You can come by anytime you want.â
âO-okay,â You nod, your throat feeling a little dry.
âNow, come here and let me see what you got. If thereâs a lemon jelly filled donut, save that for Jungkook. He hates them.â
âYou got plans this evening?â Mei asks, grabbing her bright red purse thatâs nearly the size of your head. Her purse matches her bright red nails and for half a second, youâre mesmerized by the glossiness of her nails.
âNo, other than getting ready for tomorrowâs day of work-â
âGreat! Wanna come with me to the tattoo supply store? I have to pick up more needles, grips and gloves.â
âSure,â You shrug, a little excited at the prospect of a quick adventure for Mei, âIâll just say bye to Hobi.â
Heâs already watching you with mirth in his eyes, as if he knows what youâre about to say. âHey, will you tell Jungkook I said hi?â You murmur, feeling your ears burning at his smug grin.
âSure, I will,â Hobi grins, âIâm sure he feels bad about not being able to say hi to you himself. Heâs had a busy day.â
âUnderstandable,â You nod, âI mean, you guys say heâs the best in the city, right? Iâm sure heâs got a waitlist of people who want to be tatted by him.â
âMaybe someday heâll tattoo you, huh?â He says mischievously to which you roll your eyes and feel your face heat up.
âHe would be so lucky,â You scoff, as if the notion of Jungkook tattooing your body doesnât make something flutter in your belly.
âWe have this competition at the parlor where the person who makes the most tips has to buy the supplies on a monthly basis,â Mei says smugly, âUsually, itâs Kook but for the last few months itâs been me.â
That doesnât surprise you in the least- Hobi has told you that Mei and Mina are both skilled in realistic and watercolor tattoos, as well as piercings. You think if you were ever to receive a tattoo from either Mei or Mina, you would tip them for the mere fact of them being so close in your presence for so long.
They used to intimidate you, when Hobi had first introduced you to them. Mina with her sleek bob haircut, and Mei with her long, glossy waves. Both of them had nose piercings and their ears were dotted in different hoops and rods. Youâd only caught a glimpse of their tattoos a handful of times- Mei has a full sleeve on her right arm where Minaâs tattoos seem to be more hidden.
Theyâre just so cool and funny and smart.
âHow did you all get the idea for the tattoo parlor? Like, was it a business decision or were you all friends before?â You ask curiously.
âWell⌠Jin, Mina and I have been friends since we were kids, our parents are really close. Jin had this dream of opening his own tattoo and piercing parlor for the longest time. Jungkook and Hobi joined a few months after we officially opened. It took a while, but weâre where we are now,â Mei says fondly.
âThatâs incredible! You guys started from the ground up,â You say, in awe, âThat parlor is your baby.â
âFuck, yeah it is,â Mei grins, âWhat about you? What cool tech stuff is going on in that pretty brain of yours?â
âUmâŚâ Your face heats up at the compliment, âIâm currently helping in developing this app for one of our clients, itâs specific for tracking and trending information related to chronic health conditions. Itâs still in its infancy, but itâs been fun! And itâs job security, I guess.â
Mei lets out a low whistle, âWow, youâre doing something like that by yourself?â
âNo, I have a pretty great team,â You shrug, âSomething like that definitely canât be done alone.â
Mei hums, âYouâre gonna be great, Ms. CEO.â
âYeah right, Iâd never want that burden,â You scoff, âIâm good right where I am.â
With both of your arms full of bags of supplies for the tattoo parlor (and some extras), you both walk out of the shop and towards Meiâs sleek, black car. Itâs late, and you donât really feel much like taking public transportation. But youâre nervous to ask Mei for a ride home for some reason.
âHey, did you drive to the parlor?â Mei asks.
âN-no, I donât have a car yet,â You reply, âI only just bought my condo and didnât want to make another big purchase just yet. I want to start looking thoughâŚâ
âOh! Iâll drive you home then,â Mei offers once she starts the engine.
âAre you sure? Itâs kind of out of the way from here,â You reply, folding in on yourself a little in the passenger seat.
Mei only waves you off. âOh, please. What kind of friend would I be if I just left you to get home alone?â
You bite your tongue, as vivid memories of Sora claiming that she didnât have enough gas in the tank or her asking for gas money for the ten minute drive from her apartment building to your condo flash in your mind.
âThank you, Mei,â You say gratefully, âLet me know how much to Venmo you, for gas money-â
âGas money? For a seven minute drive? Is that a joke,â Mei gasps, âWhat do you take me for?â
âOkay, okay, Iâm sorry I asked!â
âAsking me for gas money,â Mei mutters, âYou said you want to start looking for a car?â
Her smile twists into something mischievous.
âYeah, I have no idea where to start thoughâŚâ
âAsk your boy, Jungkook. Taehyung, Namjoon and Jimin work at a car dealership and theyâre his roommates, Iâm sure heâd be eager to help you.â Something in her voice is coy but you maintain a neutral face.
âYeah⌠maybe I will,â You say thoughtfully, âHey! Heâs not my boy-â
âAlright, alright,â Mei relents gently, âBut really, reach out to him. Heâll help you. So that those boys donât scam you like the sleazy car salesmen that they are.â
When you see Jungkook next at the tattoo parlor which is conveniently on your way home from work (again with a box of pastries), you muster the courage to step into his office to ask him for help.
âHi,â You say weakly, âUmm⌠I come bearing gifts. Got some of those mint chocolate brownie bars that you like, and those macarons-â
âIf I didnât know any better, Iâd think you were trying to bribe me, baby,â Jungkook says, smirking widely when your lips part in protest.
âIf I was trying to bribe you, it wouldnât be with mint chocolate. Disgusting,â You roll your eyes and squeal out loud when he lunges for you, giving you a teasing but tight back hug.
âTake it back,â Jungkook murmurs lowly in your ear. You hardly hear him, too wrapped up in the warmth of the big black hoodie heâs wearing. The soft, gentle scent of laundry and vanilla floats into your nose when you turn your head to press your cheek against his chest.
His heartbeat is faint against your ear. You wonder if he can hear yours speeding up.
âMint chocolate sucks. Itâs a fact,â You mumble.
âYouâre lucky youâre cute,â His voice comes as a low grumble from his chest and you swallow nervously. Before your nerves can get the best of you, he changes the topic. âMei told me youâre in the market for a new car?â
âI donât really know where to start, but Iâve already started doing some research,â You reply, pointing to your small backpack. You pull out a binder with meticulously colored tabs labeled in neat print that Jungkook raises an eyebrow at.
âWhat?â
âYou just carry around a binder with your research on car purchases at all times? Is that what you do?â
âI have to be prepared!â
âSometimes you just need a vibe check-â
âYou want me to purchase an entire vehicle worth about a million and one paychecks based on just a vibe check? Is that what you did with your motorcycle?â
âYeah,â Jungkook gives you a crooked smile, âAnd a little research. I guess.â
âYou guess,â You mutter under your breath.
Jungkook has been more touchy with you once you had given him the go ahead all those weeks ago. He doesnât show his affections with you unless youâre both alone, and itâs never anything more than hugs and the occasional brush of hands.
Heâs melting you from the outside in, and you bask in his radiant heat. The thought of Soraâs approval doesnât bother you, not when he hugs you like this.
But as always. Her disapproving voice worms its way into your head and you reluctantly peel away from him to sit on the faded burgundy couch with the box of macarons on your lap.
âSo,â Jungkook says, immediately feeling the loss of your warmth in his limbs, âHow can I help?â
tags: @kookdbean
MoM tags: @tiemeuptogoldenchains @boymeetsparadise @jungkooksseuphoria @kaepjjangiya @drumsofheaven @ppeachyttae @tae-bebe
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itâs just what we know || h. styles
warnings: dad!harry, talks of pregnancy, slight mention of vomit, talks of kissing
word count: 1.6k
summary: having your second child takes its toll on you and your relationship...
Your daughter was three now. And yet it only felt like yesterday that youâd brought her home from the hospital. Sheâd certainly tired you and Harry out for a good while after she was born. You both loved Vera unconditionally, so when you discovered you were pregnant again, Harry was worried heâd lose a bit of his love for Vera to give to your new baby. He was scared he didnât have enough love to share between the three of you.
Heâd spend his nights awake, his hands resting on your stomach. Anne had assured him that the love one has for oneâs family is never limited. Thereâs always enough affection to go around. Your own father had said something similar, though it was slightly less poetic.
Your second pregnancy had been far worse than your first. You felt constantly exhausted, dehydrated and sick. It amplified Harryâs guilt immensely. He already felt bad about not being able to love Vera the same as he did when she was an only child, but now you were in pain and there was nothing he could do about it. All he could do was help you sleep comfortably, fetch you water whenever you needed, hold your hair back when you were disposing whatever food you had eaten into the toilet, and provide you with plenty of cuddles.
When your baby boy arrived in June, neither of you were surprised. Your entire family had predicted a boy because Harry had an older sister and you had a younger brother. So, when George Styles arrived, youâd been overjoyed to finally meet him and to have the rough pregnancy over.
Bringing him home, where Vera finally met him, almost solidified the reality that you and Harry had had a second baby. Vera became very obsessed with him very quickly. She would get up early just to come and watch him sleeping soundly. Sheâd sit and admire as you and Harry took turns in putting him to bed. She hated it when he cried and she hated it when you or Harry got frustrated with him for not stopping. Vera was naturally curious.
At first, it seemed easier than youâd remembered it to be with Vera. However, it quickly became just as stressful. There was nothing as bad as putting in hours upon hours of effort to seemingly get nothing out of it. The constant headaches and heavy eyes were beginning to feel worse than the pregnancy.
Youâd always been aware of how tough pregnancy could be. Watching your aunt go through it when you were younger and hearing Anne talk about it when you first revealed you were pregnant with Vera had taught you that much. But youâd never expected it to be this hard.
As of present, you were balancing George on your hip. He was almost nine months old now. Heâd found such joy in tugging on your hair and your ears. You tried your very hardest to ignore his actions as you prepared dinner. With only one free hand, it made it incredibly difficult to cook. But it was your only choice. Whenever you put George down, he began crying. And the last thing you needed to hear was more of his crying.
Vera sat at Harryâs piano, pressing her fingers down on random keys, giggling loudly as she went. The tune emitted was far from pleasant. And with the combination of Georgeâs physical torment and Veraâs masterpiece of music, you were nearing your limit.
Youâd dealt with them all day. And it was definitely one of those days. To make matters even worse, Vera was going through her daddyâs girl phase. She needed to know where Harry was and when he would be back and sheâd only ever do anything if Harry asked her to. As far as she was concerned, you had no authority in her life whatsoever.
Harry had been at the studio all day with Mitch, writing and toying around with the instruments there. There was only so much he could do at home without being interrupted by a clingy Vera Styles. And, as much as you knew how much his music meant to him and his fans, you just wished heâd take a day to look after Vera and George. You were constantly tired, constantly aggravated and constantly stressed. All you wanted was a break.
You heard the front door close. Harry had always slammed the door, it had just been a habit of his. That was until you first had Vera and he learnt that she became easily frightened by the loud bang and it often woke her up. And when she was awake and on edge, she wasnât going back to sleep. Which, in turn, meant you and Harry didnât get any sleep either.
You listened silently as Harry hung up his coat and kicked off his shoes. He wandered into the living room. You heard him gasp, âThatâs beautiful! Youâre so talented!â
It was swiftly followed by Veraâs giggles. She said something to him, something you didnât quite pick up. You heard his footsteps as he arrived at the threshold of the kitchen. He grinned, âThereâs my baby boy!â
You let out a sigh of relief as Harry lifted George from your arms. You smiled to yourself as Harry peppered Georgeâs face in light kisses. He turned to you, âAnd my gorgeous Y/N.â
He pressed his lips to your forehead, squeezing your hand with his free one. You smiled, âHow was Mitch?â
Harry sat himself down at the kitchen table, tickling George as he did so. He shrugged slightly, âHe was good. We wrote a great song today, Y/N. Oh, God, youâd have loved it.â
You nodded, âIâm glad you had a great day.â
Perhaps there was an air of bitterness to your tone. But you couldnât help it anymore. You were just so tired. Besides, Harry didnât pick up on any traces of sourness, but a part of you almost wanted him to. Maybe then heâd bring you up on it and you could tell him about all your problems.
You felt almost guilty being the person to bring it up; you didnât want to burden Harry with what you were dealing with. Communication between you and Harry seemed scarce these days. Sure, youâd have a brief catch up in bed, but half the time, you were asleep so quickly the conversation didnât last all too long. And then the hours between Harryâs arrival home and when you fell asleep was only filled with Vera and George. You knew thatâs what parenthood was about, but you just craved some alone time. Harry nodded, âI did. The band is gonna come down tomorrow and weâre gonna play around. You know, see if we can put some music to my lyrics.â
Slowly, you said, âSo, youâre going to the studio tomorrow?â
âYeah. I just have a really great feeling about this song, Y/N. I mean, you really would have loved it.â
âIâm sure I would,â you said, suddenly filled with the urge to cry. âCan you take over for a second?â
You gestured down to the pan you were preparing dinner in. He quickly shot up, much to the glee of little George. You wiped your hands on your trousers and left the kitchen with your head down. Rushing into the bathroom, you let it all out quietly.
You splashed your face with a bit of water in an attempt to wake yourself up a bit. It was only two minutes later that Harry wandered in, ruining your only time alone all day. Upon realising you were upset, he rushed to kneel in front of you, taking your face in his large hands. âBaby, whatâs wrong?â he asked, his eyes large and inflated with sympathy.
âNothing, Iâm fine,â you smiled forcefully, kicking yourself internally for that being your default reply whenever you were asked how you were feeling.
âNo, please donât lie.â
âIâm just⌠just so tired,â you said, feeling lighter already for finally confessing. âI just canât physically do it on my own. Iâm so lonely all day. And I know Iâm just being selfish, but I feel like Iâm raising them without you. It feels like I never see you anymore.â
âYouâre not being selfish, my love. Please, donât think youâre being selfish for feeling alone. I love you. I love you so much. Okay? Iâll make the effort now, okay? I will. I promise. Please, darling, donât keep stuff like this to yourself anymore. I need to know. Iâll tell you what, Iâll tell the band to have the day off tomorrow and Iâll stay and look after George and Vera. You can do whatever you want all day, whether that be sleep or go see your parents.â
He never failed to make you smile, with slightly flushed cheeks.
âAre you sure?â
âWe shouldnât even be a big thing. Iâm their father, I should just automatically put in as much effort as you,â he said.
You sighed, âWell, yeah, but you are a lot busier than me.â
âIâm never too busy for my three angels. Alright? I love you,â he said softly, kissing you.
It felt as if something within you had reigniting. It felt as if this kind of intimacy had been lost on you and Harry since having kids. And, for a split second, you felt seventeen again. âThank you,â you whispered, laying your forehead against his.
âStop thanking me for doing the bare minimum. You know I hate it,â he sighed, leaning into your touch. âNow, come on, before we end up with spaghetti all over the kitchen walls.â
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Bo Sinclair x Female Reader
THIS is a NONCON fic. Please don't read and then get shocked at what you read. You are reading this at your own risk! You cannot get shocked at the content here if you are sensitive to NONCON and read anyways. I am not responsible if you choose to still read this and it's upsetting. Also, there is Forced Breeding included! Read at your own risk.
When I get an AO3, I will be posting this there.
Underthecut - NSFW, NON-CON, Cheating -forced- Oral -Female receiving- Forced Breeding/Forced pregnancy, Degradation. Tagged as Dark Fic
Sinclair Brothers College AU Part 2 Part 1 is here!
Bo will never forget that morning. Never forgot your angelic face buried into his brother's chest, Vincent's face buried into the top of your head, nose nuzzled into your hair.
His voice had hurt for the three days after all the screaming he had done, his knuckles bruised for weeks after he and Vincent drew blows.
He could still hear your screaming, this shrill piercing scream for him to stop. To stop hurting him, to stop hurting Vincent.
Not one scream for him, his well-being.
Bo left the room with a bruised lip and ego.
The image of you comforting Vincent, rubbing his knuckles, kissing his cheek burned in his head. He replayed it over and over.
Bo couldn't get over how everyone seemed to approve of the whole ordeal.
That friend of yours had come running up to you, congratulating you on finally getting with Vincent. Even her tall British boyfriend paid a compliment.
His own friends even poked fun, how stupid he was not to see Vincent slowly making his moves. Vincent and you at the Dairy Queen, you at his art show, how both of you spent hours at the library.
How'd he miss all that?
Bo walked into his dorm, slamming the door behind him as he whipped off his hat, he frowned as he flopped onto the bed. back against the wall as he took in the room.
The large varnished bricks painted a light blue, years of new coats of paint chipping off in the corners. The yellow fluorescent light struggling to light up the room, no doubt the same light from when the dorm was built.
Bo took in his brother's side. Neat, save for a few books littered around, a few on his desk, three on the floor, two on the bed, and Y/n's cellphone.
Bo shot up, eagerly rushing over to Vincent's bed, hands immediately on your phone. He held it in his hands, smirking at the pink phone case with a bear's face on the back. He swiped his thumb over the screen, he grits his teeth at the image of you and Vincent on your home screen. Vincent held his arm around you as he kissed your cheek.
"Putz," he mumbled to himself, Bo's thumb lingered over your lock screen. He pressed in the four numbers, "Shit. She must have changed it." Bo looked up, going over what your new passcode could be. The old one was the date you and him started dating. Bo made sure it was that, and that way he had access to your phone whenever you were careless enough to leave it about.
Bo smiled as he knew what the passcode was. If his brother was anything like him, he'd be just as possessive, "Ding!" Bo tapped his foot in excitement as your phone opened up, he went right to your gallery, brows turned down in disgust.
Picture after picture of you and Vincent. Some tame, others, Bo whistled at the picture of you sucking off Vincent. He hated it, seeing your pretty little face lavish his brother's cock, but for Bo, it was easy just to picture his own in its place.
Another photo, you with your legs spread, hand over your mouth, embarrassed as your pussy was covered in Vincent's seed.
Bo groaned, "Little fuckin' whore." He pressed his feet into the ground, steadying himself. He was taken back to when he'd do the same to you, make you beg for his cum to coat your needy pussy. He licked his lips as he could hear your little whines and begs.
"Cum on my pussy, Bo." Fuck and you sounded so perfect.
"Cum on my pussy, Vinny." He cursed as your voice played over in his head. Hating how easily he could hear your sweet voice be so dirty for his brother.
Bo kept scrolling, his stomach churned, cock-stiffening as he scanned more and more pictures.
Videos, ranging from thirty seconds to two minutes in length. He pressed one, the image of you riding his brother played immediately.
"Oh, Vinny, your cocks making me feel so full." Bo groaned, he turned up the volume to hear the vulgar slaps of your ass against his brother's pelvis. "Oh, Fuck Vinny." Bo watched as you fell onto Vincent's chest as he lifted you, fucking up into you at a fast pace.
Bo watched till the end, his ears burning as your moans and whimpers wafted through the shitty phone speaker. He palmed his erection as he watched Vincent cum deep in you, his brother's disgusting grunts and growls had him snarling.
Bo's eyes remained on the screen. They widened as Vincent pulled out, carelessly spreading your legs open to the camera, both your face and Vincent are not visible, but your pussy was bared. He watches as his brother's seed leaked out of you, hearing Vincent mumbling at what a good little princess you are, how you were made to used, made to be a good little cum dump.
Bo shook, knuckles going white as he held the phone. Your whimpering approval of Vincent's words, how Vincent scooped his cum back up into you...
Bo snapped out of his anger as a text popped up,
-Hey, meet you at the library, I'll only be able to study briefly, I have a surprise shift at the hospital.-
Bo tapped it, immediately taken to your messages with Dan.
Everything between you and Dan was mundane. Study dates that often included Herbert and just random memes.
He exited out, looking over all the people you've been texting. Your texts with him deleted, he huffed as he continued. That girl dating the tall British guy. That weird Billy kid, Freddy, your mom, your boss, and Vincent.
He sat down on his bed as he went through the texts. Some of the texts were mundane, how are you, I'm good. I love you and can't wait to see you.
Bo froze, laughing to himself, leaning back onto the bed as he read the recent texts,
-Remember those awful cramps I've been having? My doctor said it was birth control. I'll be going off it for a few weeks and will be getting that Implanon thing.-
Bo checked the date, "Two weeks ago." he said to himself as he kept reading.
-So bad news, I won't get that Implanon thing for another month.-
-That's okay. We can keep it safe for now. One day though you'll be off that stuff ;)-
Bo shook his head, of course, his brother would be on that train of thought. Getting you pregnant. Watching your belly grow with babe.
Bo seethed, hand running down his front, cock pulsing at the image of you, begging for his cum, asking him to impregnate you. Your belly swelling with the Sinclair seed, his large hand rubbing over you, kissing your cheek, amazed at the changes in your body.
Your tits swelling, begging for Bo to ease the ache in them. Cock stiffening as he suckles on your tender tits.
Bo's attention was snapped back to reality as the door's handle justled. He quickly exited out of the texts, turned off the screen, and threw the phone on the bed, burying his face into his pillow, grunting as his cock angled into the bed painfully.
Vincent stepped in, sneering at his brother. "She forgot something, I won't be long." He mumbled, hand going for your phone.
"Y'her lap dog or some? She can't come get it herself?"
"I don't trust you alone with her." Vincent gave your phone a once over before grabbing a few books, "I'll be gone tonight, I work late, so you can invite that 'cute' girl from the bar." Vincent coughed as he finished his sentence.
"Yeah, yeah..." Bo eyed his brother, pulling his pillow closer into his face.
"You didn't touch this, did you?" Vincent waved the phone around, giving it a once over.
"Why would I touch her shit?"
Vincent shrugged his shoulders, "Bye," He opened the door, "Oh, and Lester is inviting us to a barbeque, he expects you to be there."
Bo flinched as his brother slammed the door. He sat up, freeing his cock, the images of you and Vincent still in his mind, the image of himself pushing Vincent away to replace Vincent's seed with his own...
"The library..." he said to himself, the image of you at the library, pushed over onto one of the corner desks, hidden away from everyone, his cock buried deep inside, pleading with him to cum inside.
Bo gripped the base of his cock, squeezing to let more of his precum drip out, watching as it fell along the side.
"That'd look a lot better in the place it belongs."
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You and Vincent stood in front of the campus library, he ran his hands up and down your sides, pinching your ass when he dipped low.
"Vinny!" He playfully pinched his arm, kissing his cheek as you giggled.
"Can't help it, you're so cute." He kissed you again, tongue wrapping around yours, he pushed you closer into himself, your moan being suppressed by the kiss.
You reluctantly pulled away, "I gotta meet Dan. I need his help with my paper. Thanks for getting my phone."
Vincent nodded at you, kissing your cheek again, "I know, I don't want you near him, either."
You nod into his chest, inhaling his scent, linseed oil, and his farmer's market shampoo. You hum as he begins to sway you back and forth.
"I gotta go, see you tomorrow," He pulls away, hand rubbing over your cheek, his eye taking in your sad ones. "Be safe getting home."
"I will!" You shared a kiss goodbye as you excitedly entered the library.
You waved to norman at the front desk, he briefly looked up to give a small smile before returning to his large ornithology book on his desk.
You grinned and waved as you caught sight of Dan. He was in his scrubs with his Starbucks in his hand, smiling at you.
"I can help you for the next hour before I gotta go," He began as you sat in front of him, "Then I got my shift an-"
"Yes at the hospital, I know I know." You sat and opened your books, Dan grabbing one to flip through it, scanning for the important passage,
"Here, you'll want to start here, copy it, and then grab two more sources from the encyclopedias. Has to be from the books, not online."
You rubbed your temples, "Yeah, that's, a lot to take in."
Dan chuckled, "That's the advanced course for you."
You tapped your pencil on the paper of your books, "So, you hear about Brahms and his girl? The fight they had!"
Dan perked up, brown eyes filled with wonder.
The two of you immediately filled your time with gossip, the mention of Brahms's girlfriend and Billy was the only thing being studied.
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Bo strolled up to the library, "Twenty minutes to closing..." He shrugged his shoulders as he entered.
He looks around, the lights dimmed, the desk lamps off, save for the few remaining students.
"Can I help you?" Bo snapped his head to the thin, pale man at the front desk.
"Ah, yeah, where are the books on, like art and stuff," Bo looked at the nameplate, "Norman." Bo fumbled with his hands in his pockets.
"In the back," Norman gestured his head behind him, "In section eight hundred to eight hundred and fifty. Don't be long, we are closing soon." Norman sneered as he shuffled the papers on his desk.
"Yeah, thanks." Bo shook his head, as he caught Norman giving him a once over.
Bo clenched his fists as he heard Norman mumble "I don't even think he can read."
He made his way around the library, ducking behind the rows when he thought he saw you, any girl that resembled you had his heart clench in shock.
"No, Vinny, I can't talk right now, text it to me instead." Bo froze, his feet heavy, your voice was curt, he heard you grunt, knowing you just hung up on his brother.
Bo followed the voice, finding you tucked away in the private study area, the tables up against the walls, the lights were severely dimmed, Bo wondered how in the hell you could see the paper in front of you.
He carefully watched his steps, inching slowly behind you, grateful you were distracted in the book, grateful you secluded yourself so far away from everyone else.
A wolfish grin spread over his face, standing over you, he leaned in, hands snaking over you, rushing to silence your mouth,
"Hey, Sweets, miss me?"
Your blood went cold, eyes bulged, you attempted to turn but Bo held firm.
"Miss me? Huh? Ah, maybe you need to look at me first." He whispered into your ear, placing a feather-light kiss.
You retched away, guttural noises being silenced as Bo put a hand around your neck.
"Ah, no no, c'mon now, that any way to react to me? C'mon sweets, you used to beg me, beg me not to leave you, cry whenever I missed a date, moan for my cock to make you come." He chuckled as you squirmed in his arms, the chuckle turning into a soft laugh as you reached for your phone.
"Grabbing your phone for me? How nice of you, Sweets!" Bo whipped you around, slamming you onto the table as he chucked away the books, thankful they didn't fall onto the floor.
You began kicking at Bo, the panic making your blood run hot, giving you a surge of strength.
You knew Bo, knew how much stronger he was, knew you couldn't fight him off. The look in his eyes as his body leaned forward onto yours, chuckling off your kicks.
"Ah, hey, calm down," Bo squeezed on your neck, kissing your cheek as you sputtered out a whine, choking as you gasped for air.
Bo grabbed your phone, your eyes burning as he easily tapped the four-digit code to open it, he went right to the gallery, opening up the video of you and Vincent, "Look at you," The video played, Bo held the phone to your face, forcing you to look, "Taking my brother's cum in your slutty little pussy. Fuck what a good whore you are."
He exited out of the video, going to your texts, "So bad news, I won't get that Implanon thing for another month." He read aloud as he shook his head, "tsk tsk, and I bet you are still fucking, even when it's not safe. I mean, if my brother's anything like me, he won't wanna wrap that shit up."
Tears pooled in your eyes, slowly falling along the sides into your hair. Your eyes pleading with him, 'don't do this, please.'
Bo huffed as he pulled down your skirt, panties coming along with it. He took in your pussy, licking his bottom lip as he caught a glance at your shaved pussy, thankful that his brother has the same taste as him. "You look so good, that pussy nice and clean for me, gonna look good with my seed spilling out."
"I'll let you breathe properly if you promise to be quiet, can you do that for me?" His baby blues stared into your eyes, you wanted to hurl as you saw a sick softness to them.
"I'll, b-be- go-good." You choked. You gasped in sweet relief as bo removed his large hand from your neck. Your phone in his hand was held to your face as you realized he was filming.
"You better open up these legs for me, little whore like you should be used to spreading her legs, hm? Taking my brother's cock while dating me. Well, you can have my cock again, and I'm gonna make sure you'll never fucking forget this. Like I'll never fuckin' forget waking up to you." Bo placed the phone down, propping it up against your books, "With cum dripping out your pussy in Vincent's arms."
You looked away as you heard Bo's belt clink his zipper coming undone, "I can easily scream,"
"Scream? ha, the place is practically empty at this point, who's gonna come as you scream? 'Norman' I can tell he's already too self-absorbed to care for another." Bo leaned down, his breath hot over your cunt.
"Please don't, Bo please, I'll do anything!"
His signature cocky grin spread over his lips, "Oh, you will, first, I get a taste of this," He plunged his tongue in, a soft moan as your taste hit his tongue, his eyes looking up at you, then to the phone.
You squirmed as your walls involuntarily pulsed around his tongue. You squeezed your eyes shut, hips shaking as he flicked his tongue over your clit.
"You taste so good, fuck better than I remember," He sucked hard, laughing as you whimpered. "See, little slutty body like your can't help but react."
Wave after wave of pleasure crashed through you, Bo's large hand roaming your body, dipping under your shirt, sliding under your bra to squeeze your breast.
"Fuck it feels good too, remember how you used to beg me to suck on them?" He pinched your hardening nipple, "Look at the camera." He cooed.
He dipped two fingers into your heat, making you groan as he pressed down and sucked hard on your clit.
You breathed heavily through your nose, fighting the urge to let out a wanton moan. Tears flowed as your hips voluntarily bucked into Bo's face, his tongue sending wave after wave of euphoria through you that not even Vincent could manage.
Bo shook his head, a raspy moan muffled by the lewd noises your pussy made as he fingered you. He looked up, smirking into you, your pussy clenching around his fingers, how you covered your mouth to fight back the deep moan.
You ran your hand through Bo's brown hair, he moaned, taking the action as approval for his ministrations. You pushed on him, your airy moans muffled by your palm as you came. Bo stayed latched onto your clit, suckling and flicking it, tongue deep to your cunt to lap at you, groaning as it pulsed around his muscle.
Bo shot up, licking his lips of your cream, "Ah, see that, wanna taste?" You shook your head, mouth a no. He leaned in, one hand angling his cock while the other grabbed your neck.
His tongue wrapped around yours, muffling the whine as he slammed into you, his cock stretching you out, a slight burn mixed with pleasure.
Bo wasted no time, slamming hard into you, his cheeks pink as he groaned into the kiss, he lifted his head, "Ah, fuck, needy little pussy fuckin' missed me. Ah shit, I fuck." He grunted above you, his body pressing you into the table, "Fuck, it missed me, fuck it missed me."
You sobbed under him, your mind going to Vincent, trying to picture it was Vincent on top of you, it was you and Vincent making love in the library, not Bo. Not Bo sending waves of familiar pleasure through you, his cock stretching you out.
"Please, don't cum in me, Bo, please don't."
"Wah? cum in you? Sure, I can do that, after all, your little pussy was made for it." He sneered at you, a dark look flashed over him.
You punched at him, "I'll scream."
"You scream and that video gets sent to Vincent. Doesn't matter I'm hav-having m-my way with y-you." He stuttered between thrusts, "Just a video of you getting impregnated by his older brother. He won't want you."
You sobbed as tears spilled as you turned away from him, Vincent flashed in your mind. His smile, his light blue eyes, his hands holding yours.
Your body tensed as Bo's cock felt intoxicating, the familiar rhythm, his harsh kisses, mind being taken back to you on his bed, how he'd hiked your legs over his shoulders as he pushed them onto your chest, a cocky grin as he fucked you deep.
"Bo," You whimpered, "Please," you continued "Just not inside."
He slammed harder, groaning as you clenched around him, "Feels like it wants it inside. Don't lie to yourself, Sweets."
You couldn't, the tears fell, you whimpered Vincent's name, "Hurry, Bo."
Bo couldn't hold back, your sexy little body squirming under him, your pussy clenching around him, your spent leaking onto the table, your stifled moans. "Look at the camera as you cum, look as I cum in you," He turned your head towards the phone, tears freely falling Bo licked your cheek.
His breathing, his thrusts, his cock filling you so well, his raspy praise. You stared, "I'm sorry, Vincent." You scrunched your face as Bo positioned in and out, a low groan reverberated from his chest.
Bo laughed as he came, his seed painting your insides, coating your pink walls, picturing it shooting deep into your womb, his little swimmers getting to work.
You fought back the urge to barf, his cum filling you send a ripple of pleasure through you.
Bo hissed as his breathing slowed, the realization of your nails digging into his shoulders, came to his senses. He slowly pulled out, grabbing the phone, to capture his seed dripping out of your pussy.
He wrapped his hand around your throat, squeezing, a threat. He continued to film, "Ah, look at that, good little slut getting bred. Just like she was made too."
Bo brought the camera to your face, "Say, 'Hi, Vincent!' ha" he laughed as you kept your vision off him and the camera.
"it's okay, I know you're thinking of getting that plan B. But you'll be coming with me tonight, I'm gonna make sure my seed takes." Bo released your neck, thumb running over your lips as you coughed.
"Get dressed, we're gonna get a hotel, this is from over." He leaned in to kiss your cheek, "My good girl, mine again." He hugged you as he sent the video to his phone. He laughed as he felt you shake in his arms,
"I wonder what Vincent will do when he sees this, gosh I can only imagine." He hummed and swayed you back and forth, "You'll look great with my child in you, can't wait, ah you'll be so beautiful."
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