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,, Bloodstained Crown ''
Yandere emperor x vengeful ex-crown prince reader
Tw/s: obsessive love, kidnapping, heavy yandere themes, rough + shameless + clingy yandere, dubcon, voyeurism, cockwarming, sex in public, power imbalance, one sided enemies to lovers, mentions of killing/death, slight gore.
They never seem to stop, those clouds. Crying all day as if mourning something important. Their tears seem to wash away the thick red liquid on the dirty floor. It wouldn't have been possible if not for the roof of the manor being in shambles. "T-t-those damned Luminayresâ", he coughs, and coughs, and coughs, almost reaching his limit and taking his last breath. The heavy rain drowns out the sobs of a young teen, clinging onto what little hope he had left. He was in utter shock, not even able to say a single thing. Nothing came out his mouth. Not even a single whimper looking at the dead bodies. Dead bodies of his parents, servants, everyone who had ever lived in that palace. Dead. In a pool of their own blood. No amount of apologies will stop this former royal from avenging them all.
Even after so many years. Perhaps even a decade has passed. You're determined to finish what they started. They made a huge mistake. They didn't check if you were already dead or not. The bullet that had been lodged into your arm is not replaced with a scar which is a reminder that no matter how much they tried to cover it up, you'll always be out for their throats. When the sun sets and the streets are empty, you look around for ways to get into the protected palace. Revenge really isnt an easy feat.
"[Fake Name]! Did I hire you to doze off or work?", a deep voice yells out from the otherside of the sunlit room. You wipe a bit of sweat off your forehead, "coming boss", you jog over with a semi clean cloth to where your higher up is. "This is very dirty, how do you expect our customers to like it?", he points at one of the many displayed weapons. You notice a few specks of noticeable dust, "my apologies boss, I'll clean it all up right away", you slowly and carefully brush off the dust off of everything to make sure they look good enough for customers to stop by and look at, perhaps even buy. Your salary here isn't worth the work you're doing but as long as you can keep a roof over your head and food on the table, you'll be fine. It's way better than being on the streets afterall. This is almost your way of moving on. Even if it's not affective in the slightest.
After dusting off most of the armour, the doorbell chimes. A man walks in wearing armour. Someone who works for the royal family that's for sure. The boss is almost taken aback but keeps his composure, "W-welcome honorable soldier!", he instantly lightens up, a huge smile on his face while you freeze in place, not daring to face the man who has just entered the shop. The soldier doesn't say anything, only looking around, searching for something. "Do you have a blade with a handle made out of gems? Specifically diamonds", the boss is even more taken aback, as if the shop has anything that valuable. "My deepest apologies honorable soldier, I fear we do not have anything that fits that description", he frowns, "do you take custom orders?", "y-yes but I'm afraid we don't have the gemâ", the man is quickly sileneced by the soldier putting a huge sack on the ground, from a small opening, the diamond shines just enough for everyone to see, including you. "His Royal Highness, the prince will be needing this next week for his engagement, he will be personally coming to pick it up", with that, the soldier turns his heels and walks out the door, the bell chiming once more as he does.
Something about this ignited the flame in you once more. This may be your last time.
"This means more work for us", well, more of work for you. With your mind elsewhere, you almost dont hear his voice. When you realize he did say something, you give a quick nod and head towards the jewelry shop to look at some gems. Your boss didn't need to ask you too anymore, you already knew. You already know this street like the back of your hand. It was an easy task reaching to your destination.
"Mr Albert, can you help make a handle out of diamonds?", you ask as you step into the shop. Even if you didn't intend it, the two of you had became pretty close but you know that won't last long. "Of course [Fake Name]! What kind are they?", you hand him the heavy bag of diamonds, shocking him as the diamond shines brightly. "Whose are these?", "the prince's, it's regarding his engagement to the princess Elena", Albert is even more taken aback as he grabs one of the glistening diamonds with one hand while the other holds a magnifying glass to it. "This is really high quality..!", you nod, "so, how long will it take?", "perhaps 5 days if I rush it."
5 days.
5 days is all you have to prepare. This might be your only chance. Even if it's half a percent, you're willing to take that risk. This is an opportunity you've been waiting for. You don't even know if the prince will be there or not, it's just something you'll have to count on.
The rest of your work day passes by as usual, nothing out of the ordinary, nothing unique, nothing to really make you feel content with life. Though, how could you? Even after all these years, you haven't given up on what you've been seeking ever since you were just a young teen. Whatever it is, it's still near impossible to achieve in these circumstances.
You take a seat looking out to the ocean, the sun setting as you do. The view reminds you a lot of the past. The very distant and unforgivable past. The little boy who had accompanied you all those years ago. The perpetrator.
Enough of the past. You're here to enjoy the sunset and ocean breeze. You sit in silence, relaxing your body and closing your eyes for a bit. Unfortunately though, even when the atmosphere is relaxing, something about it does annoy you a bit, the sound of people murmuring as they walk behind you, on the road. You can smell something sweet and know it's from the bakery not too far from your seat. This area used to be quiet, nice, full of trees and grass up until people decided they needed more land to use for shops. Everything changes overtime, nothing you can do about it.
After just a few minutes, the sun has dissapeared from sight, the moon taking its place. It's an everyday thing, nobody finds it unusual. Once the sun is gone, the moon takes over.
You look around, some shops are closing down while others stay open for the night. That's when you decide it's time for you to get some rest. No use staying here and dwelling on the past. It can't be changed anyways. As you're getting up, a carriage drives right by you, you catch a small glimpse of who the carriage is carrying. A mere glance from their midnight almost black eyes makes you shiver. It reminds you of the ocean at night and something more. Though, you can't quite place your finger on what it reminds you of.
Those 5 days pass by painstakingly slow. Too slow for you who wanted to have the prince's severed head on your shelf right this moment. When the day finally came, you waited in the shop. Acting as if it was any other day. Well, it sort of was. The only difference being the soon to be murder weapon concealed under your clothes. Your foot tapped impatiently, wanting to hear the sound of the townspeople murmuring or giggling, causing a ruckus. It would more than likely indicate the prince's arrival. "[Fake Name] why are you tapping your foot?", your boss asks with an annoyed expression. He hates the tapping sound, it drives him crazy. Though, when you turn around, wanting to answer or apologize for the action, the door opens. "Pardon me, I'm here to pick up a custom order?", a sweet and grace-laced voice calls out from just a mere meters from you. "O-oh yes of course your highness!", the old boss scrambles to the back, searching for where he had placed such an important order. Meanwhile, you stared bullets into the royal. This was it. Your chance. Maybe even your last.
As the prince takes a couple steps to admire the shop owner's handiwork, you took this as an opportunity to get closer. "Hm? I'm alright you don't need to show me around", you glance at the entrance, a few guards stationed to keep the prince safe but you wonder, why aren't any of them by his side? That's a stupid thing to do. Leaving their one and only heir all vulnerable to any and all attacks. With a swift move, you grab your weapon and direct it to the prince's throat, pinning him to the shelf. "Oh?", is all he lets out. An interested and excited 'oh' . The blade stops just a fraction from his skin, leaving him unharmed. Even as you try to press the blade closer, aiming to slice his soft skin, your strength is no match for his.
"Your highness! Here is yourâ", the old man nearly has a heart attack on the spot, nobody would blame him if he did. "[FAKE NAME]!? WHAT IN HEAVEN'S SAKE ARE YOU DOING!?", his screams are loud enough to reach the ears of the guards outside, prompting them to turn around and look at whatever was the matter. With no hesitation, they burst into the shop, almost breaking the glass door. "Drop your weapon immediately!", one of them says while the others surround you. "Step away and nobody gets hurt", their tone intimidating, unfortunately or fortunately, not quite intimidating enough for you. "Agh, fuckers", you turn to the guards, letting the prince out of your sights for just a splint second. A terrible mistake.
With a swift move, your blade is removed from your hands. "No need to worry, I'm afraid our attacker here is quite inexperienced", you look back at the prince who now has an even wider smirk. Little do you know, he's also scanning your features, taking it all in. "Huh, your face is familiar, that attitude, not so much", you glare at the man nad try to punch him using your non-dominant hand which is also stopped by him. "Y-y-your highness! I am incredibly sorry for the trouble he has caused!", the old man is clearly referring to you, "rest assured he's never allowed to work or come near here ever again!", he's almost crying, trembling with fear as to what the royal family might do to him. The prince seems to be thinking as he pauses for a few seconds before his eyes lit up. With a firm grip, the royal heir clasps both your hands in one of his, making sure you can't make any sudden attacks on him. With the now free hand, he stretches it to the boss, "where's my dagger?", and just like that, the boss is scrambling to hand it over. Once the prince had it in his hands, he looked over at your puzzled and angry face. "Is it pretty?", he holds up the dagger to your face. You think he's about to stab you with it so you remain silent. "I'm Prince Vaelius if you haven't already known", he scans you, "and you are..[Fake Name]?", he seems unsure of it himself, wanting confirmation from you but you don't give it. "Fuck you and fuck your royal family bullshit", you spat out with venom. Most would be incredibly angry by now but not him. He finds it amusing how you have a vendetta against him and he doesn't even know you!
Vaelius takes a step, then another, and another towards the exit. The guards open the door for him, wondering what his next move would be. As the carriage door opens, you're thrown into it, followed by the prince who climbs in immediately after you. You try to kick the man but all that does is amuse the royal sicko. "Let me..off this dammed carriage!", you scream and try to kick once more, only for your ankle to be grabbed by Vaelius who pulls you closer. Your leg now sitting on his shoulder as the carriage moves slowly. "Your life's in my hands now, [Name]."
"[Name], meet Prince Vaelius", your mother, the Queen of Aldoria introduces you to the little boy infront of you. He looks about 10. Now why would you befriend such a young boy when you can play with others your age? "Go on, talk to his highness", she gives you a gentle push which makes you a bit annoyed. The little boy looks up at you, his midnight eyes almost glowing as he looks into yours. It's as if he's mesmerized by you. "H-hi!", his voice is still high pitched unlike yours. You're in your early teens so it's been a while since you've heard an annoying high pitched voice. Nonetheless, you have to be nice. "Hello, I'm [Name] [Last Name]", you reach out to shake his hand but you mom quickly puts your hand down, "it's impolite, give a little bow", she whispers in your ear to which you oblige. You give the smaller boy a bow, to which he smiles sweetly at. "Mn! I'm Vaelius!", he excitedly replies.
Arriving at the place you never thought you'd ever step foot in ever again, you feel a sense of dread wash over. However, this feeling was soon followed by anger and frustration.
The prince steps out first and holds out his hand, anticipating yours to grab his. Instead, you ignore the outstretched hand and get out yourself. Dusting your clothes as your feet touch the ground. "Are you repulsed by me?â", as he asks that, your hand grabs his collar, glaring at him, "I won't cause a ruckus as long as you keep your hands off of me", "but you're the one touching me, are you not?", he looks down at the hand on his collar which you quickly pull back, turning your attention back to the magnificent castle infront of you.
With guards surrounding the both of you, you are brought into the castle, the prince never leaving your side. As the palace doors open, there are already maids taking the prince's coat off, making him feel at home while you look at him in dissapointment. Does he not even know how to take off his coat? Anywho, you look around, taking it all in. It's been years since you've last been here. "Do you like your new home?", "home?", you instantly turn around and ask, the maids retreating to their positions. Vaelius waltz towards you, a cunning look on his face that makes you want to punch it off him, "yes, you're marrying into this family, [Name]", he takes your hand, "didn't I say not to touch me!â", Vaelius places a peck on the back of your hand, "you wouldn't want to dissapoint the entire empire, now would you?", his eyes show a glint of obsession, though it passes faster than it appeared. For some reason, you can't pry your eyes from the lovestruck prince. "What are you saying...", you're suspicious of Vaelius, just what in heaven's sake is he talking about.
Vaelius gestures for one of his servants to come over. She's holding a blade with both hands which Vaelius grabs, handing it to you, "this is for you, my dear fiancé", his voice alluring and almost commanding you to take the blade in his hands. Despite his warm smile, the air felt heavy with an unspoken tension. Neither one of you wanted to lose this unspoken battle. "Or shall I remind you of how you tried to hurt the one and only heir?", his eyes open to look at you with a fierce look in them, you feel sick to your stomach. You hate him, you hate his family but this might be your only chance in surviving and carrying out your revenge. Lose the battle but win the war as they say.
You grab the blade part, bleeding a bit as it slices into your hand, "then, I'll gladly accept, my prince", you look at him with glaring eyes as he stares back with a smile, "aren't you sweet? Come up with more nicknames before our wedding, won't you?", he gestures again to the maids and in a few seconds, those same maids are guiding you to your new room. Temporary of course. You'd be sharing the same bed as the prince soon, patience.
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"At least the room's nice", you mumble to yourself after seeing where you'll be sleeping for the next few days or weeks. The maids all exit the room, with one letting you know that if you ever need something, to just ring the bell near your bed. You try to take it all in. What you did, what you will do and what he will do. The prince is unpredictable, making you all the more uneasy and wary of him, but for now, you should just enjoy a lavish lifestyle. Just like all those years ago.
"The prince is a beauty isn't he?", your mother catches you off guard. The two of you are sitting on a bench in the garden while ththe prince is with the emperor, discussing a few things with your father. "What do you mean, mother?", you ask in return and she giggles, "don't think I haven't noticed your eyes constantly following his figure now", your eyes widen, face visibly flushed. You can't say anything or rebuttal her words as you know it's true. She notices this and turns to you, a sweet smile on her face, "you might as well ask him out now before he gets snatched up by a girl or perhaps another guy", she jokes but sees that your expression is uneasy, "sweetie, I don't care who you like, you're allowed to love whoever, I mean, you're a teen now! I'm practically a soon to be grandma", she laughs and you do too. The small blonde prince turns to look at you with a huge innocent grin on his face. Little did you know, the emperor had noticed this and glared bullets into you.
"[Name]~?", Vaelius calls out, leaning a bit too close to you for comfort. You throw him off of you immediately, knocking him onto the carpeted ground, "ouch!", he rubs the back of his head which had collided with the ground, something in you compells you to lend him a hand. So, you extend one for him to take and he does so. "Why did you sneak up to me like that!?", you ask, furious. He stands up, almost towering over you, you don't remember him being this tall.."I wasn't, you were just spacing out", he sighs, looking like a hurt puppy who got scolded at by its owner, "don't pull that face and why are you here anyways?", he perks up at the question, "well, you are my soon to be husband, it's only natural I'd introduce you to my father", "I've already met hi-", "no time to lose!", he drags you out the room and into the hallways.
"Father! Meet my fiancĂ©!", Vaelius pushes open the giant door to the emperor's office where Emperor Adrien sat. "What do you mean, son?â", his words are almost cut off as you enter the room, looking like you've been forced to be here, "who is that.", the emperor rises from his seat, looking down at you but not his son, "my fiancĂ©", Vaelius happily says, holding your hand up. "Vaelius Luminayre. What in the world are you thinking", his tone is calm but you can tell he's beyond furious with his one and only son. "I'm perfectly capable of choosing my spouse, am I not, father?", Vaelius is passive aggressive with his words, daring the emperor to oppose his marriage with [Name]. "And what about Princess Elena", he is glaring at you, as if decades of hatred is surfacing once more. You can only look on in silence as the argument between father-son is going on. "Oh, her? You can tell her family we won't be needing them anymore", Vaelius says as if it's the most obvious and easiest thing in the world, ignoring the fact that they had been engaged for half a year. The families had hoped for Vaelius to take her as his empress but now..things have taken a turn for the worse.
"Vaelius. You two will not have my blessing", the emperor thought his son would listen after his little threat but that was far from true. "I didn't come to ask for your blessing, father", Vaelius slyly says, you can almost see an irk mark forming on his cheek. Emperor Adrien is shocked by this response, "Do you understand that you WILL NEVER become emperor if you marry that wretched man!? Has he corrupted your mind!?", the emperor yells and throws a vase your way, only for it to be blocked by Vaelius, what have you even gotten yourself into!? "Keep telling yourself that, old man", the prince turns around, taking you with him and exiting the room as yet another vase flies across the room, hitting the closed door.
This was only the start of your new life.
After that incident, your life became...easier? Well, it was all thanks to Vaelius anyways. Somehow, a few days after Vaelius met with his father to discuss about the marriage further, the emperor suddenly approved of your marriage. With the condition that the marriage would have to be postponed until 3 months later. This was also an opportunity for you to get rid of the royal family and not be tied to them in any way. You just had to figure out when was the perfect time for your plan to be executed.
And that moment came sooner than you expected. It was midnight, you knew everyone in the palace, other than the royal guards, were fast asleep by this point. The palace eerily quiet, the atmosphere almost horror-like as you roam the hallways to look for the emperor's chambers. To your utter shock and surprise, two guards lay dead on the ground of their own blood infront of the cracked open door. "Holy shit..", you cover your mouth. Even though you had seen this countless times...this time was different, it reminded you so much of that night
You also wondered, who could have beaten you to it? With your curiosity growing with each passing moment, you decide to take a peek. Avoiding the blood and corpse, you look through the small crack of the door. Your stomach drops at the sight. The moonlight shines on the perpetrator's blonde hair, in his left hand, the head of the now dead emperor, a blade on his right. The floor and walls covered in blood, the perpetrator himself is also covered in thick red liquid. Your eyes widen as the man notices someone staring at him. He turns to smirk at you, revealing himself as Vaelius Luminayre.
"Come in, why don't you?", he beckons you in, your legs move towards him, obeying his command. Once you reached him, your legs give out, falling into his arms as the bloodied head drops onto the ground with a loud thud. "Well aren't you so sweet? Falling for me like this", your head rests on Vaelius' shoulder as he holds you by your waist. You're almost frozen in place seeing what the prince, no, your fiancé, has done to the emperor. "V-Vae...", "sshh", he hushes you, "I did this for us, [Name], you've wanted this from the beginning, haven't you?", he chuckles in a low voice, a terrifying laugh. "Now we can get married the second the sun rises, isn't that amazing?", he holds your hand and makes you face him, lifting your chin to stare into his eyes as his bore into yours. "I'll be yours and you'll be mine, how's that?", with nothing left to say, you nod in agreement, did you want this from the start..?
"[Name] I'm gonna marry you one day!", the young boy says while pouting. Another lady had been flirting with you prior before this and unfortunately the young prince had witnessed it all. He was not happy. "W-what!?", you're taken aback by his suddenness, "you can't marry me..!", you yell to which he pouts even more, "why? Is it because I'm not a pretty lady!?", Vaelius seems like he's on the verge of crying so you give in, "o-okay then, I'll marry you", his mood takes a turn for the better and he smiles, "no take backs!"
The Prince always gets what he wants. Whether that's the title of Emperor or your hand in marriage. Today marks the day he gains it all. Not only is he the emperor by law, you are also now the Imperial Husband. A title that will be bestowed to you in a couple hours time.
The wedding ceremony was nothing short of grand. Everyone was invited to witness their new emperor's marriage to the former Prince of the [Last Name] house. Most cheered for the couple while some were dissapointed. Oh the look in Princess Elena and her family's eyes, priceless in the eyes of the now Emperor Vaelius. The wedding itself was held in the Royal Palace. Usually it'd be held at a church but Vaelius wanted it to be even more grand so he chose his palace. You even had a custom made outfit fit for the occasion, a pristine white dominated suit with the colors of your house. This was Vaelius' way in honoring the late King and Queen of your kingdom. You hated him and still do probably but you can't deny that what the both of you had in the past, still remains in the present.
Even though you didnt know whether he had been involved or not, something in you wanted him to be involved in your family's massacre, at least then..you can avenge them still, with the former emperor dead and all. You can't fail them but, is it worth murdering an innocent man for? The man whom you had fallen for all those years ago no less. In this marriage, you can't tell if it's either unrequited or requited love.
"Your Imperial Highness..!", a commoner girl says as you and your now husband pass by the crowds of civilians. They're all begging to get your attention, screaming, calling out and even crying, all so that you'd notice them. Maybe theyre trying to gain your favor or maybe they simply find you captivating, Vaelius sure understands where they're coming from. He finds you absolutely irresistible and it would be natural for the public to be captivated by your beauty too. So long as they know their place in his empire. You turn to face the girl who called out for you, her face full of joy despite her shabby clothing and dirty appearance. Why was she so happy just to get a glimpse of you? You'll have to get used to this life now.
What you probably can't get used to is your new life with the Emperor Vaelius. The moment the two of you stepped into your new shared chambers, Vaelius wasted no time in pushing you onto the bed, "Vaelius! What are you doing!?", "we're married now, aren't we? Let's spend the first night like husband and wife", he licks his lips at the sight of you sprawled on the bed. He's been waiting all this time for your return and his want for you can no longer be suppressed.
Without a second thought, Vaelius attacks your neck, littering it with kisses and hickeys. The pain was bearable, but the way he licked you really did send shivers down your spine, this sensation is very new to you. Instead of pushing him off, your hands pull him closer, something compells you to. It's as if the you from all those years ago came back, wanting to hold the now Emperor Vaelius. You close your eyes in pleasure, containing the moans threatening to escape your mouth. "You like this, huh", he speaks against your sensitive skin, making you all the more turned on. "M..mhm", you manage to get out. Vaelius then pulls back, looking at your mesmeric expression. "My...beloved [Name]...", your name rolls off his tongue over and over again as if he's afraid of the possibility of not being able to utter that name anymore. "Never leave me again", it sounds more like a demand rather than a plea. Before you could respond, he took both your hands with his left, his lips pressed against yours while his right hand is wandering down to your pants. Stopping to unzip them. If this was any other piece of clothing, he would have ripped it open. But since it's your wedding outfit, he'd like to keep it intact.
With his hand rubbing your cock, you reach out for said hand, wanting it to stop as you already feel to much pleasure. Never in your life would you have even thought that your first love would be touching you like this, as your husband no less. "Hm? Do you not like it?", Vaelius knows you like it, he just wants to hear those words come out your mouth. "Or would you like it more back there?", his hand wanders towards your hole, a finger pressing on the entrance as you moan just by his touch. His finger stays firmly pressed against your needy hole for a few seconds, enough for you to whine, "Vaelius..just put it in already!", a command he obeys as he immediately inserts a finger into your hole, you close your eyes due to the unfamiliar feeling, it feels weirdly pleasureful. Something in you wants more, something bigger, but you dont voice that out. Though, you neednt say anything for him to know what you want. He pushes in a second finger in, making you cling onto him.
"..ah...NGH...!?", you almost let out a loud moan as you feel your protaste being stimulated, closing your eyes in the process. Vaelius smirks, enjoying the way you're turning into putty under him. He didn't say anything as you moan out. Though, it was clear just by looking at his face, that he was thoroughly enjoying the lewd noises coming from you. Without wasting anymore time, he removed his fingers from your hole.
You felt empty, until something else pressed against your wet hole. Fuck! He's huge..! was your first thought as you took a good look at his lubed cock. You didn't even dare to estimate the size of it, "it won't fit..", a reaction which makes the emperor chuckle, "your body was made for me, of course it will fit", before you could respond or let out a snarky comment, Vaelius thrusts himself into you, gripping your waist as he does. You arch your back, eyes widen at the sudden intrusion, "f-fUcK!", you yell out, "you're so tight..", Vaelius was clearly enjoying the way your hole clenched around him. You, on the other hand, wasn't used to this. Tears form in your eyes but they dont fall. When you look back at the blonde, his face is red, seemingly lost in thought himself as he stares at his cock halfway in your hole. You felt his grip tighten and without warning, he slams his cock as deep as possible inside your ass. You let out a loud scream-like moan. The pleasure and pain hitting you all at once, "my dick feels...so good", he leans down to kiss you. You moan into the kiss, him exploring your mouth with his tongue, making you a mess as drool trickles down your chin.
You were getting used to his size due to him staying still but then Vaelius suddenly pulls out, leaving only the tip inside before thrusting it all in. "Ack..! Ah!", you moan as he thrusts in and out, leaving almost no room for you to breathe as he part his lips from yours, focusing on pounding your ass and filling it up with cum. You on the other hand, felt your eyes rolling back, your whole face flushed as you had a firm grip on the bed sheets. Your moans became louder than before, turning your now husband even more. His pupils were practically heart shaped as he looked at your messy form being fucked so hard and rough you look as if you're losing yourself.
You could see and feel the way Vaelius thrusted his cock in and out of you, your lower belly bulging whenever he went all the way inside. This sight made Vaelius all the more horny. Soon enough, he felt as if he was at his limit, "I'm gonna cum...!", as he said that, you grew more aware of your own orgasm. The more he pounded your hole, the more you felt close to your climax. "Cum with me, darling..!", he said inbetween grunts and gasps. Your body convulsed as you let out your first load in a while. Not only that, but the feeling of Vaelius' thick and warm seed filling up your hole made it all the more pleasureful for you. Unplugging his cock from your hole, his cum drips down onto the bed but the both of you couldn't care less in this moment. Lost in each other.
After a moment of silence and rest, Vaelius was the first to speak, "how was it?", "...well it was my first time soâ"You're a virgin??", "...", you gave no further comment, regretting ever letting those words out your mouth. This makes Vaelius laugh and blush, knowing he was your first love and the one who took your virginity, "then...I'll make sure your body gets so used to my cock that nobody else's can satisfy your needs, I've got to make a good first impression for you", he throws himself onto you, wrapping his arms from behind you as you face the other way, "just a warning though, I have many needs and wont stop once I start"
And oh boy was that true.
Not even a month later, and he's already bending you over the table. The official meeting table. With nobles around the both of you as he took the farthest and tallest seat. Well, at this very moment, he' standing as he as his cock all the way inside of you. Your face buried in your arms, not wanting to face the tense nobles. Some are even turned on by the sight of you getting dominated infront of them. But, if any of them stared at you for too long, two glades would come flying towards their eyeballs. Afterall, the only one who should stare at you is Vaelius. "Regarding these problems, whose idea was it?", despite his cock being warmed by you, his personality was far from it. He was cold by nature, only warm towards you. You breathe heavily, embarrassed to be seen like this. The once crown prince, heir to the Aldoria Kingdom is now being bent over by the Emperor Vaelius, full of cock as the man towering over you holds important papers, dicussing as if he's not all the way inside you right now. "I-it was mine, your majesty", Vaelius lets out a dissapointed sigh, even you knew what this meant.
In an instant, he sits down on his seat, bringing you with him. This makes his dick sink even deeper into your hole, grazing your prostate ever so slightly that it makes your hole clench, making him grunt. He was clearly unhappy with the decisions the nobles made under his father's reign. With a hand on your hips, he moves you nack and forth, grinding on his cock. Vaelius somehow doesn't let out a sound that would make him seem weak infront of these powerful men but you do. You moan and writhe in his touch, his cock so deep inside and hitting your prostate so good. "What made you come up with such a stupid and revolting idea", even if you aren't able to see it, just by his voice, you could tell he had a sinister look on his face, looking down on the noblemen. "I-I apologize your majesty", you watch as thr powerful men infront of you scared out of their wits when face to face with Vaelius. Though, you didn't pay their reactions any attention as you were too busy focusing on Vaelius' big cock inside.
With his strong hand, he lifts you up until they can see his cock halfway in before pushing you back down on it, he repeats this over and over again. Some of the noblemen got hard but dared not to touch themselves, but especially to you. Less they had a torture wish. "...and you call yourselves powerful? Smart? Hah!", Vaelius lets out a sarcastic laugh, it was loud enough to make them all tremble. "Your majesty..weâ", "Silence.", a single word and they all felt their bodies shivering. "Get out of my face. I'll give you all a week.", they knew what he meant by this, he was goving them mercy. All of them got up, synchronized, bowing and thanking the emperor for his mercy before scurrying out the door.
This leaves you alone with the angry emperor. You wondered what would happen to you. Of course, you should have expected to be fucked dumb. Vaelius knew how to hit your prostate just right to get you screaming and slobbering over his cock. He drops the papers on the ground as of they're useless to him and holds your hips instead. You're turned around to face him and your arms wrap around his neck, "your expression...so cute", you weren't given a chance to respond, as if you could in your condition. He lifted you up and down on his cock extra rough. Those noblemen pissed him off and you're the only person who can calm him down. Using your hole. The sound of skin slapping against skin filled the entire room. Even as it's air conditioned, the two of you sweat due to the intensity of it. Your prostate was basically being abused at this point, you couldn't think of anything but his cock, your brain all mushy now because of it.
Even as you came, he still continued his rough thrusts. Making you feel even more stimulated due to how sensitive you are after coming. "Take all of my cum inside, [Name], take it all..!", he says before coming inside you. Your head resting on his chest as he hold your waist. After a few minutes, he pulls out and helps you stand before bending you over the desk once more. "I love you [Name], please take all of me", in his eyes, the look of love and lust combined. The young boy, of whom you had once found annoying, has now become the man you despise. The one you wanted to rid the world of. Yet as fate foresaw it, he now stands as the dangerous emperor who has forcibly stolen your heart. But will you let him have it?
Took two months but here it is yall (Im so sorryđ)
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options â choi seungcheol x reader
summary: where cheol tries his best to make sure your pregnancy cravings are satisfiedâby buying what seems to be the whole convenience store
notes: this can be seen as a pt. 2 to this one shot I wrote back in June of last year (I did not know it's been that long since that has been posted wtf), but it can also be seen as a standalone. I got a burst of inspiration suddenly, so enjoy the one shot! <3
disclaimer: I am not pregnant, so whatever I write about pregnancy is through pure guessing, and also, if I decide to google it! so yeah :)
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"Did you leave any food for the other customers who might want to eat tonight?" you asked in amusement, watching Seungcheol put what seemed like the fifth plastic bag filled with food from the convenience store onto the table.
"Well, you kept on texting me things the baby might want, so I decided to get everything you've been craving and maybe some things that might work," Seungcheol explained, a bit out of breath from how many times he had to go back and forth.
"Baby, don't you think this is a bit too much? I don't even think baby girl will want a fourth of these," you said, rubbing your pregnant belly.
Ever since you and Seungcheol found out you were pregnant, he had become an even more attentive husband, if possible. He had insisted that you were not allowed to lift a single finger throughout your pregnancy, saying that you shouldn't get tired.
You had to go to the bathroom in the middle of the night? He would wake up the second you called his name, helping you from the bed and waiting outside the bathroom to make sure you didn't fall in or something (it had happened once, and Seungcheol was both worried and amused at the time). You were hungry? Seungcheol was already ordering something from a food delivery app or cooking one of the doctor-approved dishes that he taught himself to make.
He also made sure all of your pregnancy cravings were satisfied, which was why you've found yourself with what must've been the entire convenience store stock in your home. "So where do we start?" you asked, watching as he brought out a ton of different food out of the bagsâchips, samgak (and regular) kimbap, ramen packs, and even ice cream from the bags.
"We should probably see if baby wants the already made food, and the ice cream can be a dessert?" He suggested, but you were already eyeing up your favorite ice cream from even before you got pregnant.
Seungcheol saw that you were looking at the ice cream and without fail, gave it to you before going to the freezer in order to put the rest in so they don't melt. "Thank you," you grinned, a mouthful of ice cream, which made him shake his head in endearment.
"Here, smell this," he said, giving you an open bag of chips.
You looked at him weirdly, yet smelled it. "It smells... like chips?" you said and smelt it one more time just to be sure.
"Does the baby want this?" He asked.
"Oh, not really," you shook your head, and he closed up the chip bag and proceeded to grab another bag, presumably to do the same.
"This one?" Seungcheol asked, giving you what looked like the last item, which was a cup tteokbokki.
"Oh, yeah!" You excitedly said.
"Really?!"
"No, I just wanted to make you happy, but the baby's really not liking it," you sighed.
Seungcheol sighed, which made you feel guiltier, as he had bought all of this food, and it was nothing you were currently craving. "I'm so sorry, Cheol. Maybe I can eat somethingâ" you were saying as you were picking up a package of sweet bread, but quickly dropped it once the smell hit your nose.
"No, you shouldn't have to force yourself to eat if you don't like it. It's not your fault our daughter might just be the pickiest eater ever. I'll just bring all of this to practice tomorrow and the guys can eat all of it," Seunghceol shrugged.
You still felt guilty, which he must've seen by the look on your face, which prompted him to grab you gently so he could give you a hug. "Maybe there's something in the fridge?" He suggested, holding your hand and using his thumb to caress the back of your hand.
You thought about it for a moment before releasing Seungcheol's hand, to which he pouted when you did and walked towards the refrigerator. You looked through the fridge, but nothing caught your eye.
Until a bright orange Tupperware lid caught your attention and you grabbed it. Once you opened it, you looked at Seungcheol sheepishly. "I found something to eat.." you said.
Seungcheol stood up walked over to you and looked at the Tupperware. "Isn't this the japchae Mingyu and Jun made?" he asked, and you nodded.
"I guess I'm gonna have to ask them to make you japchae every time you crave it. Or learn it myself,"
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summary: after Rafe finds out the truth about you and Hollis, he comes back from Morocco, expecting you to be gone, but you refuse to leave without trying to work things out first
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warnings: part 2 spoilers, angst and fluff, pogue reader, arguments, trust issues
a/n: i stand Sofia and Rafe, guys. need them together asap đ
âI think I told you to get the fuck out of my house, Y/N?â Itâs the first thing you hear when Rafe walks through the front door of his house, throwing his bag on the floor and walking right past you, not even looking in your direction. You get up from the couch, wiping your sweaty hands on your pants.Â
Your chest feels tight, and your eyes are still swollen and red from the amount of crying as you silently follow him to the kitchen. That one stupid decision can cost you everything, including the man you love, and for the past few days, all you have been able to do is cry and curse yourself for being so stupid.Â
You stop when Rafe leans forward with his hands on the counter, his back is unusually tense, you feel anger radiating from him even from a distance and itâs all your fault, you know that.Â
âWe need to talk.â You whisper, coming closer and hugging yourself with your arms.Â
âI have nothing to talk to you about.âÂ
âRafe, please. I need to explain.â He turns around suddenly, blue eyes colder than you have ever seen. You almost step back from Rafeâs intense gaze, because never before were you at the receiving end of that look. He was nothing but sweet and kind to you during your entire relationship, so losing that privilege hurts you even more.Â
He tries to hold back, tries to calm himself down at the image of your looking at him so sadly, with regret written all over your face. Rafe breathes heavily, trying to hide the pain of feeling played by youâthe only person he thought he could trust wholeheartedly. He hates that even now, even with the anger raging inside him, he still feels that instinct to protect you, to calm you.
Hurts at the realisation that he doesn't want to lose you, that a part of him feels like he cannot survive without you, that even after what youâve done he canât let you go. He doesnât want you to actually leave him alone.Â
âThe fuck you need to explain? The way you betrayed me, huh?â He takes slow steps towards you, intimidating, almost threatening, but his voice shakes with emotions. âThe way you went behind my back with that bitch Hollis to screw me up and make me lose my money? I fucking trusted you, I gave you everything and you still did that to me.â Rafeâs face was just inches from yours and you were unable to take your eyes from his, unable to even deny it, because he was not wrong.Â
âI know, Rafe, I know!â You sob, unable to hold back your tears. âI never wanted to hurt you, I never meant to set you up like that. I was angry at you and she appeared at that exact moment, and...Â
âShe was fucking angry!â He yells, throwing his hands up in the air. You flinch but still stay your ground.Â
âBecause you hurt me, Rafe!â
âBullshit. I did nothing but take care of you.â
âI heard what you told your friends.â You yell back, not caring about trying to communicate properly anymore. You were wrong for doing that, yes, but the way his words made you feel at that moment was probably the worst pain youâve ever experienced, so it wasnât like you were the only one to blame. âThat youâre not living with a pogue, that you have standards, that weâre just hooking up... I heard it all, Rafe. How did you expect me to react to that, huh?â
You see a slight shift of recognition or even regret in his eyes, but he quickly goes back to his previous coldness.Â
âSo you made me lose my money because of this shit?âÂ
âI know that it was wrong, okay? But... but do you understand what I felt at that moment? Do you understand how much it hurt me to hear it?â You sob again, desperately trying to wise away all of the tears that were streaming down your face. Youâre barely able to speak properly with the lump in your throat, but you push it away because you feel thereâs only one chance for you to get things straight with Rafe.Â
He stays silent, his brows are knitted, whether in still-lingering anger or in a hint of regret and frustration because of the way you were feeling. Rafe always hated seeing you cry, seeing you hurt in any type of way, even if he hasnât always been able to admit or express it, and now part of him is more angry at himself than at you. Your trembling frame, the way your shoulders shake with each sob, chips away at his anger, leaving only the fear of losing you.
âWeâve been together for more than a year, Rafe. Iâ I thought that it meant something to you. That I mean something to you. I was hoping that maybe all of your kook and pogue bullshit was long forgotten, but you didnât even hesitate to say that to Topper.â Your voice is filled with sadness and despair, and you are aware that you are probably looking a mess right now. All you can do is just wipe your face with the loose sleeves of your shirt, sniffing in between your words and trying to make your voice less shaky.Â
"How was I supposed to feel?" How would you feel if you were in my situation, Rafe? If I said you did not mean anything to me and I was just having a good time?" You ask, but donât get an answer. Instead, he just looks at you silently, with a blank expression, because he knows that he wouldâve gone absolutely crazy. âI love you. I did for a long time, but you made me feel as if I was nothing to you. Just another pogue that you despise, that you keep around for fun until you find someone better and just dump!â Placing a hand on your violently beating heart, you take a deep breath before continuing.Â
âIt was stupid. I regretted it as soon as I did it and I wanted to tell you, but you had already signed the contract. I know I hurt you with what I did. But can you really say you didnât hurt me first?âÂ
âMaybe I shouldnât have said it. I didnât⊠I didnât mean it like that. He finally mutters, his voice quieter now. âBut you donât get it, Y/N. All my life, everyoneâs expected me to be a certain way, to follow the same fucking rules I donât even believe in. I thought⊠I thought if I kept us under the radar, Iâd protect you from that. And you know how hard it is for me to open upâthat I donât want to let people in because everyone ends up leaving me.âÂ
âI never meant to betray you, I never wanted to be another person who hurts you, Rafe.â You feel like you are about to collapse, burying your face in your hands and crying.Â
It feels like a joke of your spiraling mind at first, but when your body suddenly gets embraced in a familiar warmth and scent, you break down completely. Rafe hugs you around your shoulders and you wrap your hands around his waist, gripping the back of his shirt and hiding your face in his chest. Youâre sniffing and trembling, unable to breathe properly, until you feel his hand at the back of your head and his low voice shushing you.Â
âBreathe, baby. Just breathe. âS okay.â He rocks both of you from side to side until your breathing straightens. The steady beating of his heart soothes you quickly, until your tears get dry on your face. âI shouldnât have said that. Iâm sorry. I was an idiot for not protecting you the way I shouldâve.â You feel him slightly leaning down. Slow, delicate kisses being left on your temple, on your cheek, and with a slight movement of your head, Rafeâs able to capture your lips.Â
Your face is still sticky with tears, and your lips are swollen, but neither of you care as you start to melt against him. Itâs been way to long since he left for Morocco. The stress that youâve experienced from your fight and from the fact that you were going crazy about his safety was overwhelming.Â
While he was kissing you slowly, you both realized how hard it was to stay apart for that long, not sure of what was happening between you two.Â
âIâm sorry that you lost so much money because of me.â You mumbled when he pulled away, resting his forehead on yours.Â
âYou know itâs not the damn money I actually care about. I thought that I was wrong about you, that I lost you, Y/N.â You shake your head against his, caressing the sides of his face with your hands.Â
Rafe lifts his free hand that was not holding your waist, placing it on top of your hand and you see the way his tense shoulders immediately relax at the feeling of his motherâs ring still on your finger.Â
âWeâre making it official. I donât care about this pogue bullshit, donât care about whatever Topper with his crazy bitch or other kooks think about it. Iâm not wasting my time anymore.â You smile through happy tears now, looking Rafe in the eyes, seeing that familiar warmth that you were afraid to never experience again. He smirks back at you, holding you tighter against his chest. âNo more hiding and lying, yeah, baby? I love you.âÂ
âY-yes. No more of that stuff. I love you too, Ray.â You giggle before he drags you even closer to kiss you again.Â
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this is much more of a problem though. Trump won, because a large number of people who claim to be progressive, who claim to care about justice and human rights looked at the warnings, at the pleas of the whole world begging to americans not to let this lunatic back in power again, because he will dismantle the democratic systems of your country and fuck up the planet while he's doing it and these people only had one question in the face of all this: what's in it for me? and when the answer wasn't satisfying enough they just shrugged and let him right back in. and I think that says a lot about the soul of america.
as long as americans see their vote as a commodity to be auctioned off to the highest bidder instead of the tool they all have and should use to nudge the country towards a path they prefer, they will never have a leftist government.
I'm very much reminded of that post about how "leftists don't vote" as it was proven right again.
sure, this election didn't show that the majority of americans are fascists, but it did show that the majority of americans can't be bothered to do the bare minimum to stop fascism without sufficient bribes. it showed that a lot of americans don't see themselves as part of the democratic process, they are like corrupt cops holding their hand out for the bribe and doing nothing if they don't get it. with attitude like that you can't expect to ever elect an altruistic government.
even now there are comments on this post about how the democrats didn't offer enough to give them the vote. there's barely a peep about the responsibility of the voters. about the fact that a vote is not just a right, but a responsibility as well. a democracy can't function without the voters doing their part. a lot of people act like a voter is just an entitled toddler needed to be coddled and catered to instead of an independent adult human being with their own morals and capability to weigh the consequences of their actions, who can take responsibility for their descisions. yes, the options were not ideal in this election. it is still the responsibility of every voter to consider them and make the best choice possible instead of storming off to pout in the corner and letting your country burn. being an adult means making hard choices. sorry if this is how you found out.
to me it seems that that's the core problem needed to be fixed first before any positive changes can happen.
to be fair to the americans it's not unique to them, every country in the world has this problem among some portion of their voters, it's just more pronounced and has much more deadly consequences in this case.
Thereâs not too much point in talking about the election anymore, but I think some people are misconstruing the results. 21% of the American population voted for trump. He won the popular vote with polls only recording a 43.7% approval rating, and he has never held an approval rating over 50%, something that Biden and (arguably) Harris have. He lost millions of votes from 2020 to 2024, itâs just that Harris lost millions more.
All this is to say that there is not some âsilent majorityâ of trump supporters in America. While some people will definitely be emboldened in their rhetoric and action by the results of the election, Trump was a deeply unpopular president, and is shaping up to be one again. He will enact unpopular policies that are against the will of the average American, but that doesnât mean every American is out to get you. Engage with your local community, check in on loved ones, and maybe even take a look at local political offices in the coming few years. If you dislike the two party system, volunteer or donate to a third party. Itâs altogether likely we see another 2022 situation, resentment grows further against the Republican Party, and the midterms offer a lot of opportunity to alternatives, at every level of government.
It may all feel like the end, but itâs not. Weâve been through it before, and no matter what we do, hate and ignorance will bleed through the cracks in society again in the future. Itâs going to get better, but thatâs easier to say if we make it better.
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| pairing: sub!nerd!Mark x Dom!Reader
| warnings: 18+ MDNI. Jerking him off. Oral. Slight edging. I'm like a broken record when it comes to writing about sucking Mark off, my b <3
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Sometimes the best way for Mark to study was with an incentive systemâ A way for him to earn rewards if he did his work. He had a habit of getting disinterested in his work easily because you were a fantastic distraction from his textbooks, even if you werenât doing a single thing aside from lounging on the couch in pajamas. Mark just⊠he couldnât care less about anything else whenever you were around. You were his everything. But to you, his studies should have been his everything because he was so close to getting his masterâs, it was stupid of him to throw that all away just because he couldnât keep his hands to himself. So you figured out when finals season approached and Mark was constantly throwing his work to the side to make out with you that if you gave him rewards for studying, Mark was eager to speed through his flashcards, textbooks, homework, and so on.
âWhen youâre done with your lab report, Iâll blow you.â
âWhen youâve reviewed your final draft for your philosophy essay, you can kiss me.â
âOnce you make your own comment on the assignment of the week, Iâll sit on your lap while you reply to two of your classmatesâ comments.â
Mark had always been a good student, but somehow his grades were doing even better ever since you started the incentive idea. You were having to slow him down and stall on his rewards because, like a dog in training, he figured out that if he was a good student then you would touch him, so he was doing too much at once just for the chance to get your mouth on his cock, or even the opportunity to be inside of you. Usually he only got to fuck you after big projects worth about 20% of his grade⊠But since it was finals season, Mark was more worked up than usual, and he was incredibly stressed, so he was eager for more and more and moreâ
âI canât keep doing this, baby, Iâm too tired,â he whined, hiding his face in his hands before diving face-first against his open textbook. âIf I have to read one more thing about how arteries work, Iâm going to start tearing my hair out. Like, who doesnât know this already! Why do I have to read seven chapters about bullshit I learned in high school!â
âHow much more do you have left?â you asked, setting your phone to the side and sitting up on the couch.
âTwo more chapters.â
âThatâs nothing,â you whined back mockingly.
Mark lifted his head so that he could show you his pouting bottom lip and those big puppy-dog eyes behind his glasses. Why did you have to fall in love with a hot nerd, huh? A nerd would have sufficed. Or a hot jock. But a hot nerd was your kryptonite, and even though you knew he was baiting you to get what he wanted, there was no denying that he was irresistible when he was wearing his glasses, his hair long was a mess, and his pajamas were shifting around just enough to let you see the outline of his abs under his shirt and his cock in his pants. Ugh, he knew how to get you.
âFinish this chapter first,â you said, hoping to buy yourself some time.
Mark perked up thanks to the mysterious hope youâd provided him. His eyes began scanning the chapter at the normal, quick pace you were familiar with when he wasnât protesting the idea of studying; and in the meantime, you pushed yourself off the couch and walked towards Mark. He hesitated briefly, but his gaze didnât leave the textbook. He warily flipped the page, revealing that he was on the last few paragraphs before the next chapter. You watched over his shoulder to put some pressure on him to actually read and not just fuck around because even though you werenât a nerd like him, youâd learned enough during his ârewardsâ to catch on whenever he was lying about doing his work just to get what he wanted.
âDone,â he cheered victoriously.
âHow longâs the next chapter?â
Mark flipped a few pages in search of the chapter he didnât have to read for homework. Six pages later, he found it and pointed.
âYou think you can last âtil then?â
Mark looked confused. âFor what?â
With a wicked grin, you dropped down to your knees then crawled under the dining room table where Mark had set up shop with all of his study material in preparation for finals. You were having to eat meals on the couch since there was no room at the table anymore.
âRead the chapter aloud so I know youâre not lying,â you told him casually as you pried his knees apart to make room for yourself to settle between his legs. Mark leaned back so that he could watch you for a moment. âDonât lose track of your spot either.â
As you grabbed the hem of his pajama pants, Mark aided your attempt to undress him by lifting his hips so that you could pull the fabric down, then he resettled on the wooden chair. Mark wasnât unfamiliar with being naked on that chairâ You liked to tie his hands behind his back and have him sit on that chair while you rode him until his head was spinning and he couldnât get out a single word.
When you wrapped your hand around his length, Mark gulped, but he remembered what you wanted him to do in order to earn his reward, so he leaned forward again to put his focus on the last chapter of the night. You didnât do anything to distract him for a bit. Despite his growing eagerness as shown by his hardening cock in your hand, you didnât move or do something newâ So Mark began reading the chapter aloud. Honestly, you werenât paying attention. A lot of the science shit he studied went over your head, so even though you heard the words and learned a thing or two here and there, you never really⊠absorbed everything like he didâŠ
Mark concentrated on the words in front of him, and as he began the next paragraph, that was when you began slowly pumping your hand up and down his long dick. He moaned suddenly. His ability to keep reading coherently faded, so you stopped your motions. Mark immediately bucked his hips upward to encourage you to keep going, but so long as he wasnât studying, you werenât going to give him his reward. When he recuperated, Mark slowly started reading again⊠You took a moment to believe him that he was actually ready, then you continued when you were doing. Mark moaned, but before you could stop again, he raced to keep reading at a faster pace, likely in the hopes that you would put him in your mouth or ride him, or let him fuck youâŠ
Your tongue flicked Markâs tip suddenly. The words of the textbook got caught in his throat, and within an instant he was leaning back to look down at you, his glasses hanging low on the bridge of his nose. You stopped to look up at him. He whined at the lack of stimulation, but you grinned while cocking your head to the side, waiting for him to say something, to admit that he wanted more, or perhaps he would silently return to his work. In fact, that was what he did. He read the next line casually to give you time to get back to what you were doing. Two lines later, you caught him off guard by sucking him off again, your tongue swirling around his tip, your fingers playing with his base and even teasing his balls a bit to really get him worked up.
The third page turn marked him reaching the halfway point of the chapter without any more issues. He did his best to ignore you so that he could focus on his work, despite the fact that you were slowly working his cock towards an orgasm which you didnât plan on giving him quite yet. He knew that. He read as fast as he could in order to complete the assignment sooner, but every time he fucked up a word or lost his place in the paragraphs, you paused to give him a chance to figure out how to reset. Unfortunately, whenever you stopped, you also edged him. He hated that. But you loved how cute he sounded when he was all submissive and desperate.
By the fifth page, Mark was losing it. He was stuttering through every word, moaning between sentences, begging for more at the end of paragraphs. You tried to show him a little bit of mercy by going slower so that you didnât have to edge him as often, but even that couldnât really help Mark. Poor thing. Before you, he didnât have a lot of experienceâ A personal choice until he met you. Heâd only kissed a guy, some friend of his, and one girl in middle school; and he fully intended on never thinking about dating again until after his PhD when he could think about getting married. However, he saw you in his ethics class, a required course which he was less than excited to be attending instead of the courses required for his masterâs degree, and once he laid eyes on you, he knew that he had to have you, but there was one thing in his way. He definitely didnât deserve you. The fact that you were so gorgeous and perfect and amazing andâ Mark couldnât believe that someone like you would look twice in his direction. What he failed to recognize, though, was that he was actually way out of your league, according to you, so you couldnât believe that someone as handsome as Mark Lee would even glance at you.
Now there the two of you were, moved in together, happily dating, supporting each other through your degrees, and even teasing the idea of marriage whenever Mark got really sappy during cuddle-time late at night. His experience obviously grew in that time too. Mark liked to experiment with his sexuality, and that led him to discovering that he liked being submissive from time to time, especially when it came to things like rewards and punishmentsâ Having structure in his life provided by someone else gave him comfort.
âCan I cum?â he asked suddenly.
You pulled off of him.
âWait, wait, please, donât stopââ
âYou have to finish the chapter first.â
Mark shuddered. âI canât.â
âYes, you can. I believe in you, baby.â
He swallowed a moan then continued reading. Something, something, arteries, something, something, blood, somethingâ âIâm close! No, no, noâŠâ His knuckles turned white as his fists tightened when you edged him again. Something, something⊠Nutrientsïżœïżœ Something⊠Hormones⊠âOkay, Iâm done, I finished, please!â
Sitting up on your knees slightly, you were able to angle yourself better to sink your mouth down over his tip while your hand continued to jerk off the first few inches down at his base. Mark grabbed your hair to hold onto something for balance. He didnât push you down or buck upwards. He just let you take the lead while he used you to keep himself sane. Slowly, you swallowed every inch until there was no more room for your hand, and you could feel him tickling the back of your throat, which was uncomfortable just enough to cause you to go back up. Mark moaned with relief. Feeling your cheeks hollow out, your tongue dragging along his length, and your saliva coating every inch of him made his eyes roll behind those handsome glasses of his.
âCan I cum?â he begged desperately.
âYeah,â you mumbled before sinking back down.
Mark squirmed, his tip hitting the inside of your wet cheek, then he thrusted upwards until he hit the back of your throat again, and even though you gagged a bit, he moaned and started cumming. He panted breathlessly through it. There wasnât a lot since youâd drained him throughout the past couple of days, but the orgasm was strong enough that he threw his head back and clenched his thighs around your shoulders.
âF-feels so good⊠Fuck⊠Thank you⊠Thank youâŠâ
As his orgasm passed, he slumped in the chair. You allowed him a minute to catch his breath while you also used that time to swallow every drop he gave you while also trying to regain your composure.
âFuck, Iâve got a headache now.â Mark reached to help you to your feet.
You kissed his forehead. âTake a break from studying, then, weâll get some rest for a bit.â You continued to hold his hands as you pulled him to his feet too then calmly led him to the bedroom. Mark crashed on the bed in an instant. âGotta take these off first, babe.â You carefully slid his glasses off his face and set them on his bedside table. âThere you go.â
Mark grabbed your waist and pulled you on top of him to cuddle close and nuzzle his face in the crook of your neck lovingly. âDo you think Iâm going to pass my bio exam?â
âYouâre studying more often than not, so, yes.â
He chuckled. âYouâre biased.â
âThen whyâd you ask me, silly?â
Mark squeezed you tight and rolled over so that you were laying beside him, giving you ample room to squeeze him back. âThank you,â he said. âYouâve helped me a lot this semester.â
You kissed the top of his head and played with the end of his long hair that laid against the back of his neck. âAny time.â
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you're my happily ever after (so i'll take my chance now, risk it all somehow)
rating: G
words: 2.6k
8x06 fix-it, because I'm pissed - I or my fics aren't going anywhere tho <3
thank you to @evansboyfrend for beta reading, ily đ«¶
[also on Ao3]
It feels like the whole world is crumbling down. It feels like the Earth should shake, burst on fire, open up and swallow everything around. As dramatic as it is, he kind of expects it to happen, and itâs weird that heâs still sitting here. His ears are ringing, panic rising in his chest with each of Tommyâs words. He watches Tommy get up and head for the door, and heâs frozen to his spot. Itâs not- it canât be. It fucking canât be. âWait,â he finally manages to say, trying to keep his voice from trembling, âdid you just break up with me?â He asks, hoping to any entity that listens that he just misinterpreted it, that he got it wrong. Because- because he canât lose Tommy. Heâs falling for him so fast and so hard. Heâs ready for the next step. Heâs ready to move in together. Heâs ready to talk about one day, eventually, maybe getting married. He knows he wants that. He knows what he wants, and he wants Tommy. âYeah, I guess I did.â Tommy answers, glancing back at him, his expression sad but firm. But Buck knows him. Knows that this mask will crumble into something devastated as soon as he leaves. That Tommyâs heart will shatter, just as Buckâs is right now. He can see through Tommy, he knows that he cares about Buck. It just- it doesnât make sense. What was he even talking about⊠It was all so much, so fast, Buckâs brain is still scrambling trying to understand it all. âBelieve me, I didnât see-â Tommy starts, but Buck shakes his head and interrupts him. âNo.â He stands up, his legs feeling shaky. Tommy fully turns towards him, confusion in his face. âWhat do you mean, ânoâ?â He frowns.
âI mean, no, youâre not breaking up with me.â Buck says more confidently than he feels. Because this canât be it. The last six months, the best six months of his fucking life, canât end like this. Canât end at all. He wonât have this. âI know you care about me. And I care about you. And I donât want to break up.â He sees Tommy open his mouth to speak, his expression hardening â putting on a mask again, trying to hide the hurt. He speaks again before Tommy can. âIf you truly, genuinely want this, not because you think itâs gonna be better for me or you, but because you donât want to be with me, fine, I can respect that. But I wonât accept it without a fight. I- I wanna fight for us, Tommy.â Buck steps closer to him, hoping that Tommy doesnât step back, that might just break him. He doesnât, heâs stuck in place, sad eyes on Buckâs. âLet me fight for us. You-â he adds quickly, on a roll now, not wanting Tommy to interrupt until after heâs done, after heâs said his piece. He needs to say it all now, let Tommy know how he feels. He canât watch him leave without trying to fix it first. Tommyâs looking at him intently, just listening, not even trying to speak. âYou gave me a second chance once, when I fucked up our first date, and I- I want to believe it wasnât for nothing. So- so youâre my first man, so what?â Buck throws his hands up in frustration, he thinks heâs starting to sound a little frantic, speaking faster and faster. He just canât let Tommy leave without him knowing exactly how Buck feels. âItâs far from my first relationship ever. Why- why is it so different just because youâre a man? It shouldnât be. I donât need to date other people, experiment or whatever else. Iâve dated people, slept around, did it all. I know how that goes, how it feels, and I donât want to do it again. I know what I want, Tommy. And I want you. And donât you dare tell me how I feel.â He feels anger seep in, Tommyâs words ringing in his head. What the actual fuck was he thinking? âIâm a grown man, I know how I feel. Yeah, itâs new and exciting, but itâs also real. Itâs real to me, and- and if thereâs any chance of forever, I want to take it. And-â he takes a breath. He feels like heâs been speaking in one breath, feeling a little lightheaded now, his heart hammering. Or maybe thatâs just the panic. âAnd donât start with the whole âIâm not your lastâ bullshit.â He shakes his head again, tears welling up in his eyes, anger still building. Really, what in the world? How could Tommy want to just throw away the most wonderful relationship thatâs happened to Buck in years? Maybe ever? âYou donât know that. I donât know that. Yeah, we could break up one day. But you could also be my forever, and I could be yours. Iâd love a chance to find out, even if it hurts in the end. But maybe thatâs just me. Maybe Iâm the only one here brave enough to risk it. And- and what about my heart, huh?â Tears are threatening to spill, his voice shaking now, with sadness and anger, and desperation. He canât let him go, he canât. âYou said Iâd break your heart eventually. But this, right now? This is you breaking mine.â He finishes, almost panting now, his monologue taking the wind out of him, wanting to say everything on his mind, in his heart. He hopes he got his point across.Â
âEvan.â Tommy just whispers, with a pained expression. There are tears in his eyes, too, one lone one slipping through, falling down his cheek. Buckâs hand itches to reach out and wipe it off, but heâs not sure if heâs allowed to anymore.Â
âGive us a chance, Tommy. Let us fight for this. Fight for me, for us. Fight with me.â Heâs aware he sounds like heâs begging at this point, but he doesnât care. This is too important. âI thought itâs been so good between us lately-â
âIt has!â Tommy rushes to say. âItâs been amazing. You make me so happy. Thatâs why Iâm scared, I just- Iâm sorry, Evan, but I canât let myself get hurt like this again. Because I- Iâve been there before, and it was hard to get back up, and with you- I donât think Iâd be able to ever recover from this one.â He admits, his stone-faced facade crumbling, and Buck can see his own feelings reflected in Tommyâs expression. Sad, devastated, heartbroken.Â
âWe can- we can take some time apart.â Buck says around a lump in his throat. He feels like he canât breathe. All he wants is to rewind until before he dropped the moving in bomb which must be what made Tommy freak out. He could say anything else, and take it slower, and maybe theyâd be on their way out right now, a date night like they planned. âIf thatâs what you need. A break. But not for good. And then letâs come back to it clear-headed, knowing for sure what we want. And if you still want to break up, I- Iâll respect that. But I already know what I want,â he repeats firmly, decisively. âI want a future with you. I want to move in together, and one day down the line get married, and- and I want it all with you. We can slow down if Iâm rushing this. I tend to do that, and if itâs scaring you, Iâm sorry.â He adds, not wanting to backtrack any of this, but aware of how intense heâs coming off. Heâs never been more serious about anything in his life. âBut the past six months have been the best in my life. Iâve never felt so happy, so free, so comfortable, so safe. And Iâm not giving up on you, Tommy. I will fight for you until I canât anymore, until you tell me that you donât care about me and I should just fuck off.â
âEvan. You know Iâll never say that.â Tommy responds quietly.
âI know. Because Iâm confident in us, in the fact that you do care, and you do want me. I know that.â Buck emphasizes, and realizes, not for the first time, that he never felt like this before. This secure. This confident about someone wanting him. âI also know youâre just trying to protect yourself, your heart, and I get it. But I canât let you go without a fight. I wonât. I messed up a lot in my life, and I wonât mess up this. I refuse to. Because I-â he takes a sharp breath, the words pressing on his lips. He doesnât want to say it for the first time in a possible break up, a moment of such anger and devastation. But he needs to put it all out there. Needs Tommy to understand how much heâs trying to throw away right now. âI love you, Tommy.â He confesses, sees Tommyâs face melt into the saddest expression Buckâs ever seen on anyone, tears spilling freely now. Both of theirs, he realizes, feeling wetness on his cheeks. âIâve been falling for you a little bit more with each day we spend together, with each minute. And I know- I hope you feel the same. But if you can look me in the eyes and tell me you donât-â he swallows thickly, the thought alone is too much to bear.Â
âI canât do that.â Tommy interrupts quickly. âOf course I love you, Evan. It happened so quickly it kind of scared me a little.âÂ
âI noticed.â Buck says dryly, and Tommy lets out a humorless chuckle. âIf you ask me, which you didnât, by the way, you decided for both of us, which was an asshole move,â he points out, and Tommy looks away, as if ashamed. Good. Buck loves him, which means heâs gonna call out when heâs acting shitty. âIâd rather give us a real try and get my heart shattered if it comes to this, instead of always wondering what if, always wondering if youâre my one who got away. Which you would be.â
âIâm sorry.â He shakes his head, takes a step towards Buck, now just half a step away. âIâm sorry, maybe breaking up is too hasty. Impulsive,â he scoffs at himself, probably remembering how he called Buck that just a few minutes ago. Well, so maybe theyâre both a little impulsive. Not a problem, in Buckâs opinion. âI donât- I donât want to break up. I never want to be away from you.â He says, his voice barely above a whisper. His hand flinches at his side, like he wants to reach out, grab Buckâs, touch him. Buck hopes he does. âIt just- it seemed too fast. Like you got wrapped up in the moment. Itâs still so new, I thought we were taking it one step at a time, and I didnât-â he takes a deep breath, as if bracing himself, and Buck knows what he says is going to sting â and it does, it feels like a gut punch, actually, âI didnât think you were as serious about this as I was getting. And I realize we shouldâve done the mature thing and talked it out. Iâm sorry. Itâs just, weâve barely talked about any future here. But I want it, of course I do. Iâm just- Iâm scared. My heart has never been in this much danger.â He looks into Buckâs eyes as he says it, more vulnerable than ever. This is everything Buck wants right now, for them to talk, to discuss this, to try fixing it, instead of one of them running away and the other giving up and not fighting for it. Buckâs been there, he doesnât want a repeat.
âTommy.â Buck is the one to close the distance between them, carefully brings his hands up to cup Tommyâs face, giving him a chance to back away, but he doesnât. Instead, he breathes out a sigh of relief, like he craved Buckâs touch as much as Buck craves his. âYou remember when I told you I wanted something with you? Even though I didnât know what that something was yet?â he asks and Tommy nods slightly, Buckâs palms still resting on his cheeks. âIâve been serious about you since that precise moment. About pursuing this, and wanting some kind of future with you. I know I tend to rush into things, itâs been a problem before.â He huffs a self-deprecating laugh. âI tried not to do that with you, but I failed, clearly. I just think from now on, we both should stay and talk and try to work it out if we have any issues with something. If you still want me.â He adds a little anxiously, but relaxed when he feels Tommyâs palms settle on his hips.
âOf course I want you, Evan. I always will.â Tommy says, that loving look in his eyes, that always makes Buckâs heart melt a little. That look that Buck loves so much, that made him think that Tommy might feel the same way.
âGood. Like I said, Iâm not letting you go. Ever.â He says decisively, a huge weight thatâs been there since the topic even started finally lifting off his chest. This might be the best thing thatâs ever happened to him, and no matter the conclusion â which heâs pretty sure will be the happily ever after heâs always craved â itâs worth the risk, itâs worth everything.
âGood.â Tommy echoes, that gorgeous, scrunchy smile of his slowly spreading on his face, and itâs like sunshine came out from behind stormy clouds. âI donât intend on letting you go, either. I love you, sweetheart. And Iâm so sorry for⊠for this mess. For overreacting.â
âThatâs fine, weâre past this- well, actually, we are gonna talk about it more, but at least weâre on the same page now, I hope.â Buck says, slowly leaning in. âI love you so much. I never want to lose you.â
âIâm sorry.â Tommy says again, and Buck just wants him to stop saying it. Itâs fine, theyâre fine now. âYou wonât. You have me for as long as you want. I promise.â
âWhat if I want you forever?â Buck whispers, his face so close to Tommy's, their lips almost brush. It sends a shiver down his spine, like he hasnât kissed him in days, when they just exchanged a quick kiss hello a few minutes ago.
âThat works for me.â Tommy smiles again, and finally dives in for a kiss, but it lasts barely a second before heâs pulling away, Buck trying to follow. Tommy chuckles, running a comforting hand up and down Buckâs side. âBut maybe letâs put a pause on the whole moving in together thing, huh? At least until we fully talk everything through.â
âYeah, good idea.â Buck nods, his gaze flickering between Tommyâs eyes, now sparkling happily, and his pretty, kissable lips. It feels so good to be able to just have a mature conversation and resolve whatever issues arise. If they keep doing that, he thinks theyâre going to be okay. Heâll make sure of that. âNo need to be impulsive,â he adds, his lips twisting into a teasing smirk.
âOkay.â Tommy chuckles quietly, his cheeks reddening. âJust kiss me.âÂ
Buck doesnât need to be told twice. He kisses Tommy like he means it, like heâs his person, like heâs the love of his life, trying to put all those emotions into a kiss. He knows for sure heâs getting the same intent back. And at this moment, in his kitchen, narrowly avoiding losing his love because of a stupid reason, he decides it. One day, not too quickly, but not too far into the future, heâs going to ask Tommy Kinard to marry him. And heâs more than sure of the response heâll get.
[also on Ao3]
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Gym Rat Miguel Part 16
content warning: angst, recreational drug use, mentions of food, 18+ so MDNI (not spoiling the positions this time, so youâll just have to read and see)
word count: 8.2k (thank ya once again @slushycoookie đ)
If you really love Xina as a character, then don't read this. Nothing crazy happens, it's just so far removed from her original character action-wise that youâll definitely get angry. That's all. đ„žđđŸ
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GymRat!Miguel who should have taken the edible.
He held his head down, everything over the past years starting to click.
The touches, the stares, the treatment. Xina wasnât just close to him because they were friends.
She was in love with him and he was too dumb to see it, too naĂŻve to even think it was a possibility.
He takes a deep breath and looks down at his hands.
âYou donât have to say anything,â Xina speeds out. âOr maybe you can just let it sit with you.â
âOk.â
Xina widens her eyes, âO-ok? What do you mean ok? Ok as in youâŠyou like me back?â
âOk as in I hear you. I understand.â
Xina nods, hand holding her elbow.
âAnd Iâm sorry that so much happened to you. I wish you would have reached out. It sounds traumatizing and no one should have to go through that on their own.â
Xina waits, heart beating out of her chest.
âBut?â
âBut, it doesnât excuse anything youâve done to me. Not a single fucking thing.â
She opens her mouth, eyes burning and eyebrow pinched, âI-â
â-need to let me talk first,â Miguel finishes. âYou know how much you mean to me, so you have to understand that what you did was so low, Xina. It hurt, genuinely.â
âI know.â
âYou know and yet you continued. Itâs funny because after you were being weird to my girlfriend the first time you met her, I still defended you. Thatâs how much I had faith in our friendship.â
Xina blinks rapidly, pulling her hair back.
âNow, I feel even more stupid because this,â Miguel pushes his hand in and out between himself and Xina, âlooks exactly how she thought it was. But thatâs what you wanted, right? You wanted her to feel like you were someone to look out for.â
Her lip wobbles, âFor just a second, I was relieved. I was so relieved that someone finally fucking beat me to you. But then I saw how you looked at her and I, I felt something boil over.â
Miguel wanted to laugh in disbelief.
âXina, that doesnât make it ok for you to go in my phone, plot and scheme, then lie like you didnât. When has that ever been right?â
âMiguel, I know that so please-â
âYou donât love me.â
Xina falters, a tear falling down her face. A light from a car outside brightens the room for just a second, and she sees Miguel give an unfamiliar look of disdain.
âYes, I do. I do love you. How could you say that I donât?â
âBecause you really donât,â Miguel pushed his hair off of his face, only for it to fall back in place. âLove isnât seeing me happy and trying your best to ruin it. Love is not control. If this is what you do to me, I would hate to see what youâre willing to do to someone who wants to be yours.â
She squats, hands wiping away the sorrow on her face.
In the past, Miguel would have been at her side arms open for comfort, heart hurting to see her like this. Right now, he just wants to plead at your waist for forgiveness.
âI donât really want to look at you right now. I think you should go.â
He starts to get up, tired.
âM-Miguel? I, Iâm sorry.â
âMe too. About a lot of shit I need to fix. You have more than just me to own up to and whenever youâre ready to do that, let me know. Right now though? You can see your way out.â
âMiguel, just,â she grabs his arm. âIf I- Do you-â her quiet sobs rack through her body. âI donât want to lose you. Y-you donât have to like me back.â
He turns and grabs her arms softly, eyes going back and forth between hers.
âGo home, Xina.â
GymRat!Miguel who opens the door to a flustered Gabriel and a nonchalant Tempest sitting on the floor.
âItâs not what it looks like-â
âItâs exactly what it looks like,â Tempest cuts Gabriel off. She looks past Miguel to a mourning Xina. âCâmon, girl, Iâll walk you to the door.â
Miguel steps aside as Xina shuffles over. He does his best to ignore the last tug she gives his hoodie before she leaves.
GymRat!Miguel who crosses his arms as he looks at Gabriel.
âHow much did you hear?â
âEnough to put a smile upon my face,â Gabriel grins. âItâs like watching your dreams come into fruition. I feel like I have enough adrenaline to run to New York and back, you know?â
âNo, I donât know. This isnât funny, Gabri.â
âUh,â Gabriel peers left and right. âItâs a little funny. To me.â
Miguel reaches into his pocket and threw the gummy into his mouth. The taste was interesting, to say the least.
âThis is a good thing,â Gabriel tries again. âItâs one step closer to what you wanted, right?â
Miguel thought about you from last week.
He didnât want you to look at him like that again.
âIt is. I just donât know how I let it get this far.â
Gabriel squeezes his shoulder with a pout.
âBecause youâre an idiot, to be frank.â
The squawk that Gabriel lets out when Miguel hits him on the back echoes through the hallway.
GymRat!Miguel who goes back to his room to see a knocked out Lyla and Winston with a plate piled high with wings and yams.
âYo,â he whispers, but his voice is still unbearably loud. âI think sheâs trying to steal my fucking food.â
Miguel looked to Lyla who was folded over a beanbag, neck bent awkwardly. Her mouth was open and a little wet, but she was snoring up a storm.
âNo, sheâs not,â Miguel laughs. His friend's eyes are blown wide, horrified, like heâs in the middle of a haunted house.
Winston observes Lyla before turning back to Miguel, slow like he was made of wires and metal, âDonât say shit to me when youâre next.â
GymRat!Miguel who shouldnât have turned on your playlist as his limbs got heavier.
He was going to try and write something down in his journal, thoughts from before too much for his head.
It started with what just happened down the hallway. Was he right or wrong for what he said and what he did? Should he have done more?
Was it enough for you to see the truth?
You. You and everything you brought him. Your being, your emotions, you core, your love.
Now, heâs staring at the page full of your name alone scrawled across it with slow blinking eyes.
It feels like your hands are all over him and youâre whispering in his ears. Youâre going through his hair from his scalp to his neck. Your tongue is hot on his skin, in his mouth. You taste like cinnamon and whipped cream. Youâre pressing your chest against his and your heartbeats are becoming one.
His heartbeat.
Your heartbeat.
Itâs sinking him. His heart is on the marked paper before him. Itâs in red and graphite, smudged and darkened.
Heâs falling. The clothes on him are rubbing against his bones. The chair under him is slipping from his grasp but he thinks youâll catch him.
GymRat!Miguel who gasps for air as his back hits the cold metal of his desk chair.
Winstonâs cackle refocuses his train of thought and he breathes in deep as he tries not to let you drown his thoughts again.
GymRat!Miguel who joins Winston on the floor to finish off the variety bag of takis.
Lyla shifts to a better position and Winston clutches his purple bag for dear life. Miguel laughs until he cries.
GymRat!Miguel who ends up on Gabrielâs fluffy rug, rubbing his hands over the fur like itâs a cat. Winston is bopping his head in the corner, music making him worry less about whether or not heâs being watched.
âWhy is he so soft? What did you put on him?â Miguel asks.
Gabriel snickers as he watches him, âMy feet.â
Miguel makes a face like a disgruntled cat.
âThatâs fucking weird. Why would you ever do that? Is that why he smells lie that?â
âNo, thatâs your breath.â
Miguel gasps and covers his mouth, blowing straight through his fingers. He waits for a minute, then sniffs the air.
âYouâre such a liar. It smells like apples. You need to be nicer to your rug, Gabri.â
A snap from above makes Miguel pose at the very last second. He thinks heâs posing at least. His smile is big but his eyes are closing every time the camera clicks and his peace sign is hidden somewhere in the fuzz of the rug.
âSay âparty gal!ââ Gabriel sang.
âIâm not at a party, nor am I a girl, soâŠno?â Miguel says with squinted eyes. âWhy are you taking pictures of me?â
âBecause youâre just so adorable that I have to share with your girlfriend.â
Miguel stops rubbing the rug and sits up, âIs she here? Where is she?â
Gabriel pushes him away with his foot.
âChill out, Mig. Iâm just sending her a video.â
âBut,â Miguel stiffens. âItâs too dark in here. How is she supposed to see me?â
Gabriel looks at the several ambient lights his room is sporting then back to Miguel, âShe can see it.â
âWas my shirt off in it? She likes it when my shirt is off.â
âIâm not filming your striptease, you hornball.â
âBut Gabri-â
âNo!â
GymRat!Miguel who snowballs his way through telling Gabriel his plans for when he visits New York for the next twenty minutes.
âAnd then,â he pauses and giggles like heâs holding the worldâs greatest secret. âWe go to the bodega. Ham and cheese. Orange drink. You know the one.â
Gabriel joins in his endless bubble of laughter, âWho taught you that?â
Miguel spaces out his giggles just enough to let your name fall through.
âDo you think she still loves me, Gabri? Because sometimes I get scared that she doesnât.â
His brother sighed, head upside down as it hung off of his bed, âYeah, I think so. Itâs your first big fight, but what is love if not war?â
Thereâs a silence in the room.
Winston is giving a silent performance in the corner of the room now, his audience being Gabrielâs closet door of scarves and belts.
âWar is what keeps humans apart,â Miguel mumbles.
âUh oh,â Gabriel turns to look at him. âDonât start this.â
âStatistically speaking, all first marriages have a 50% chance of surviving.â
âYou just made that up.â
âNo,â Miguel closes his eyes, hoping that would stop his million and one thoughts. âShe could find another guy and last longer with him. Itâs science. Proven.â
âYouâre not even married.â
Miguel opens one eye and checks his empty left hand, âHoly shit youâre right.â
He starts to pat down his clothes, cotton pulling against his fingers.
âWhere did it go? I just had it.â
Gabriel thought for a second.
âThe Funyuns you just ate?â
Miguel starts to flip things over, papers and chip bags going everywhere.
He finds the bright yellow bag, opening it up and finding nothing. He turns it over and shakes it much to Gabrielâs annoyance who snatches it from his hands.
Miguel is about to cry until Gabriel throws another bag into his hands.
âLetâs switch topics,â Gabriel grumbles. âI feel like Iâm watching a big ass baby.â
Miguel opens the bag and starts crunching.
âI think stars is such a good theme for the nursery. And penguins.â
âIâm turning on Spongebob.â
GymRat!Miguel who is out of his mind watching Squidward run around a blank screen.
The colors were there and now theyâre not.
It does a number on him.
GymRat!Miguel who sits staring at Gabrielâs door. Watching. Waiting.
He said that you were coming around eventually.
It was sure taking you a long time to open the door.
GymRat!Miguel who is disappointed when Tempest and her pink-tipped locs bang the door open instead of you.
His slow turn and look of disappointment towards Gabriel is comical.
GymRat!Miguel who is guided back to his room by a more relaxed Tempest who asks Gabriel to distract Conchata.
âDid she say something?â Gabriel asks.
âNo, but we need to act normal. She asked me some shit about some seasoning I used and I think dozed off mid-explanation. Canât remember.â
GymRat!Miguel who finds a picture of you under his pillow right before he goes to sleep.
Itâs a part of the polaroids you gave him last Christmas with your tank and panties.
He presses his lips against the film, eyes closing as he groans against it. The action repeats, his mind putting him in front of you.
A pain hits his hip, ache in his bones matching his heartbeat.
He looks down to a gray, metal hand covering him and screams.
Two of his friends jerk up from across the room while Winston throws a pillow at him.
âShut the fuck up. Iâm trying to sleep.â
Tempest squints as she removes her eye mask, âWhy did you throw your arm at him?â
âHe was making weird sounds,â Winston replies as if the answer was obvious.
GymRat!Miguel who wakes up to Tempest shaking him for dear life.
His eyelids are heavy and the sun peaking through the windows are bright.
His arm covers his eyes as he tries to block it, feelings of his muscles slowly coming back to him.
âCâmon, buddy. You feeling ok?â
Miguel only yawns and nods into the pillow.
âNeed to pee? Feeling sick? I got some water right here.â
Miguel slowly sits up with his eyes closed, hair sticking up every which way. Tempest opens his hand and places a glass of water there, helping him guide it to his lips. One taste of the liquid and heâs gulping it down like heâs never drank before.
âWhat time is it?â he asks, throat dry.
âNoon,â Tempest takes the glass away. âYou guys were sleeping like babies. Very cute.â
Memories of last night slowly come back.
Heâs pretty sure he texted you a string of random things, but he doesnât even know if it went through.
âYeah, I know, I know. Come to the kitchen and eat some food.â
GymRat!Miguel who makes his friends promise to text him when they make it home.
Sure, theyâll probably be on the call tonight playing some game or watching obscure compilations, but he was nothing if not a worrier.
âAnd donât forget to-â
âWe know, dad,â they say in unison.
GymRat!Miguel who spends Thanksgiving near his grandma.
His mom is giving him sideways looks all day and he feels that something is coming.
GymRat!Miguel who watches his brother place his cousins in formation for a video for the nth time.
âItâs swing, back a-round, grab your pants, thumb up with âIâm coolâ. Feet out and in at the same time then CIRCLE your arms really high. What is so hard to understand about that guys?â
He runs to his phone on the tripod.
âFrom the top!â
GymRat!Miguel who hides with his grandma in her bedroom as his mom starts to bark orders. She was doing a lot for someone who didnât really celebrate Thanksgiving.
The two of them are watching some random sitcom under a giant quilt sharing coconut cookies that she snuck from the kitchen.
âÂżAbuela?â
âÂżSi nieto?â
âÂżAlguna vez has experimentado un desamor?â
His grandmother looks up, chewing as she thought.
âYes, but only for a short while. I didnât really have the time to sit with my feelings.â
âBut, what if you did? Does it feel as terrible as it sounds?â
âSometimes. But weâre human. If youâve put in effort to love, that means you can put effort into yourself to heal and grow.â
Her arms wrap around him and squeeze, kissing his cheek like he was still the chunky baby she met decades ago.
âNow, relax and watch these two teachers avoid love. Maybe youâll learn something.â
GymRat!Miguel who is leaning on his grandma, cheek pressed against her chest, when Gabriel comes in to plop on the bed.
âMove over,â he whines to Miguel as he tries to push him away to be in the middle.
âI donât wanna sit next to you. Youâre disturbing my peace.â
âAnd youâre hogging Abuela.â
âGo to her other side!â
âBut this side is already warm!â
âMy daughter has raised two giant babies,â their grandmother laughs as she moves the blanket to let Gabriel into her other side. âWhat am I going to do with you two?â
GymRat!Miguel who was nearly asleep when George comes to get them to eat.
Itâs deep in the evening and the crickets are loud outside of the window.
He and Gabriel pout, the darkness of the room and the smell of their grandmotherâs perfume making them lethargic.
âYour cousins are going to eat up all of the empanadas if you donât hurry up.â
Miguel perks up and stumbles out of the bed, foggy mind registering his willingness to stuff his face with doughy goodness.
âLike a moth to a flame,â Gabriel says as he helps his grandmother up.
GymRat!Miguel who is on his third or fourth plate, not that heâs really counting, when his mom does what she always does every holiday: annoy him.
âMijo, have you checked on Xina today? I saw Tempest walk her out the other day. Was she doing alright?â
Miguel glances around the table, mouth full of turkey as he sees his family perk up.
âNo, I havenât,â he answers slowly. âIâll see her next week. Probably.â
Conchata brings a cup to her mouth while giving him a miffed look.
âAnd youâre not worried about her? Whatâs gotten into you?â
âNothing has gotten into me,â Miguel replies calmly. His relatives are staring at him like heâs grown two heads.
âDid you two fight?â one of his aunts asks.
Miguel didnât understand how this was anyone elseâs business, but from the looks of it, it seems that his mother has already told it.
âCan I just finish my food, please?â
His mother thumps her cup against the table with more force than necessary.
âYouâre never going to find a suitable woman if you keep acting like this. I know you hurt her somehow and you need to fix it.â
âMa,â Gabriel interrupts with a hushed tone. âRight here? At the table? Seriously?â
She ignores him and stares at Miguel, as itâs supposed to urge him to obey her. His appetite is long gone.
âI have a suitable woman-â
âMijo, no. You have stars in your eyes. Youâre young, so I know you canât see it yet, but itâs almost time for you to start planning properly for the future. I can only let your playing go on for so much longer.â
Miguel stares at her, eyes not blinking once. Gabriel anxiously looks back and forth between them.
âWho is up for Abuelaâs famous cake? Mm mm mm, I know I am!â he tries, only getting a small portion of the table to move.
Miguel gets up to follow them, plate in his hand heavy and half-eaten.
Theyâre back at square one.
Heâs not sure how many more times he can restart.
GymRat!Miguel who texts you before he knocks out.
He stares at the blinking line, thinking of all that he wants to say, but not really knowing how to put it.
âHappy Thanksgiving mi luzâ
âI miss you more than ever todayâ
âI miss you every dayâ
He stops himself and turns his phone off.
GymRat!Miguel who does a light jog Friday morning.
Heâs been having far too many days of wallowing and feasting.
The November air wakes him up completely.
GymRat!Miguel who thinks he still has THC in his bloodstream when your name pops up on his screen as heâs checking his miles.
He opens it too fast, heart racing faster than what any exercise could do to him.
Itâs a link to your calendar, blocks of blues and pinks covering the screen. He sees that your last final is next Thursday, and his plan is already in motion.
He hearts your text and stops himself from spamming you with emojis and pictures.
Heâs ready to see you.
GymRat!Miguel who has never been more happy for his coding professor being a recluse and making their final submission online.
He knew for a fact Xina was definitely still processing everything. Quite frankly, he didnât want to see her unless she was ready to apologize to you.
He tried not to stew on it, his momâs insinuation putting a bad taste in his mouth.
He had finals to focus on and a girlfriend to win back so he pushed thoughts of crumbling friendship to the back of his mind.
GymRat!Miguel who sits in the hallway of the art building. It was becoming a familiar sight for someone who couldnât draw a stick figure to save his life.
He waits for the studio door to open, leg bouncing involuntarily. He wasnât sure when it would end, so he got there about thirty minutes after it started.
Maybe that was a bad idea, simply because he feels like heâs about to sweat out of the stupid button down and sweater he chose to wear. The thick knitting was starting to suffocate him.
Pulling at the chain around his neck, he wonders if he can appeal to you like he did around this time last year.
The door opens in the middle of his tenth time rehearsing what he was going to say. A few students walk out, arms full of canvases as they chat about whatever.
Miguel stands, big bouquet in his hands and heartbeat in his ear. The students notice him and shuffle out of his way as he heads towards the studio entrance.
GymRat!Miguel who spots you talking with a classmate.
Youâre both bent over some, engrossed in conversation.
Miguel sees you laugh before you stand up straight. The guy next to you looks familiar.
He rises too, and his build and height become all of the focus. His hand lands on the middle on your back and slowly begins to fall down.
Miguel is building the formation of your name at the back of his tongue, anger climbing before he can really think about it.
You grab the guyâs arm and yank it off, a smack on his shoulder to follow.
Miguel stops himself with an ugly sound, alerting you both to turn and look at him.
GymRat!Miguel who hides the bouquet behind his back, not wanting you to see it yet. Not when your friend was making him shoot daggers with his eyes.
You walk over to him eyes curious, and Miguel thinks that there was no way in this lifetime, no way in this timeline, that you werenât made for him.
âHi,â Miguel starts.
âHi,â you repeat back.
âWeâre matching.â
Miguel couldnât help but to sound giddy about it. He was more than ecstatic about it. You both looked like a couple, therefore you are a couple.
You purse your lips and nod, âThat we are. Did you spy on me?â
Miguel copies you and shakes his head.
âYou look different.â
âAh. I uh, I ate good.â
You pat his stomach, fingers tentative and soft, âI see.â
Miguel wants to say something back but your eyes are scanning him with a small light similar to your anniversary night.
He breathes in and puffs his chest up a bit, like a bird trying to show off his pretty feathers to win over his lady. The corners of your lips twitch, holding back your smile.
That alone brightens Miguel up.
GymRat!Miguel who tries not to deflate when your classmate slash friend slash him-imposter makes his way into an A and B conversation.
âI havenât seen you around campus before,â he puts his right hand out, âIâm Royce.â
Miguelâs eyes flit to you and you look up to the ceiling avoiding his look with your hands behind your back. He brings his left hand out, still poorly hiding his gift for you, twisting his wrist to shake Royceâs hand.
âMiguel.â
âStrong grip youâve got there, Miguel,â Royce smiled, lip piercing shining. The chains attached to his pants clinked together as be let go.
âJust happy to meet new people.â
Royce pulls the sleeves of his sweater up and grins, like he knew something Miguel didnât. The fullness of his tattoos contrasted his skin.
âLikewise. What else do you have there?â he tilts his head.
You push him in his side, Royceâs laugh echoing of the studio ceiling, âGo away. Youâre so irritating.â
âYeah, yeah, Iâm going. Iâm guessing this means our late night session is rain checked?â he asks as your eyebrows raise.
He barely dodges as you pick up a ruler and swing at him, laughing as your professor tiredly asks you both to chill out.
Royce calms down, grabs his things, and hugs you goodbye, black hair brushing against your head.
âSee you later. Bye, Miguel,â he sings, hand waving.
Miguel makes a line with his lips as he watches him leave.
âInteresting guy.â
âYeah, heâs pretty fun,â you say, watching Miguelâs lips. âYou ok?â
His face shifted, âI should be asking you that after everything.â
âHm,â your eyes casted down. âWell, youâre here, so I think that counts for something.â
GymRat!Miguel who presents the bouquet to you, nervous of your reaction.
âItâs a small start, but I, I hope that we can still be together. I talked to Xina like you asked and I want to go somewhere with you to really say everything. All truths on the table.â
Your mouth wobbles as your eyes light up from the fairy lights woven throughout the green and golden roses.
âIâm sorry itâs not as big as itâs supposed to be.â
The woman he ordered them from was stacked with birthday and anniversary bouquets. He paid more than he should to get his flowers finished faster.
ââYou are my Evangelineâ?â you ask, fingers going over the silky petals.
âSĂ,â his hands cover yours over the bottom of the bunch. âLa luz de mi vida, mi estrella. Mi bella Evangeline.â
You pout, stopping yourself from falling, only to plant your face in his chest, glasses and all.
Miguel wraps his arms around you, confused.
âYou make me so weak,â you mumble.
His hands clutch onto your sweater, heart warm.
âI donât necessarily think thatâs a bad thing.â
You move your head, cheek pressed against his chest, âOf course you donât. Câmon.â
His sweater is a little damp but he doesnât mention it.
GymRat!Miguel who wants to skip as he follows you back to your dorm, but your wet oil paint canvases are in his hands. One wrong move, and his pants will be stained with whatever color landed on him.
He watches as you cradle your flowers to your chest, glancing down whenever you were waiting to cross the street.
âDo you like them?â
âYes. Theyâre beautiful.â
He could do a backflip.
GymRat!Miguel who takes his shoes off by your door.
Your dorm smells like oranges and cherries, something so different than the pinecones and brown leaves outside.
âWhere do want me to put these?â he asks, holding the sides of your paintings with all of his focus.
You turn and laugh at his stiff stance. His arms were stretched out to a slanted T and his feet were placed together.
âJust sit them up against the wall. They wonât bite you,â you say.
âOk,â he says and awkwardly puts them down. He pauses his hands in front of them afterwards in case they fall.
You go to sit at your desk, placing the flowers down.
âIs Jess here?â you hear Miguel ask.
âNo, sheâs gone for winter break already.â
You survey your desk, looking for anything else to focus on. You brought him here, you asked for him to prove himself, yet itâs barely been two weeks since you told him that. You feel silly for it.
Still, when you donât hear or feel him for a while, you call his name.
âMiguel?â
âWhatâs this?â he asks.
Spinning around, you see heâs by the end of your bed, on the floor rummaging through a box.
âYou packed my stuff up?â he holds up a hoodie that you only let him wear shortly before it finds its way back into your closet. His eyebrows turn, limbs heavy as he pulls out gift after jacket after picture. So many things that marked his time together with you.
âLooking at everything was too much for me. I did it the night we fought. It helped me to focus and not,â you threw your hands up, âsimmer on my boyfriend sleeping with someone who is practically the opposite of me.â
Miguel pushes the box to the side and crawls towards you. It was an odd sight to see him inching steadily across your big rug. He stops and sits in front of you, face upset.
âI really wish you would listen to me. I wish you would believe me.â
âIâm trying-â
âNo, baby,â Miguel says, pulling your chair towards him. You were too far away. âYouâre not. Youâre blocking me out.â
You blink, fingers picking at your nails.
âDo you remember that time I said I wasnât going to let you go?â Miguel wraps your legs around his sides and slots his head on your thigh. âI was serious about that. You arenât supposed to let me go either.â
âI know,â you whisper. âI know.â
âSo if you know, why did you let me go?â
You took a deep breath.
âBecause I was hurting, Miguel. I painted this picture in my head of you two being this perfect, ideal couple because ofâŠ.jealousy? Insecurity? I donât know. I would see you two in the library sometimes or standing in line for food together, close and wrapped up in a bubble. I kept telling myself that you both were friends. These are the things that friends do. I would leave before I could give myself time to get stupidly upset. But when we were all hanging out together, you kept defending everything she was doing.â
Miguel thinks back to the comments and snide remarks he let slide and wants to shake that version of himself out of delusion.
âThen, there were the messages that werenât going through, the calls that were getting dropped. Sometimes, I saw Xina holding you,â your voice faltered. âAnd sheâd wear things I could find in my closet and I thought I was being punked. So, when I saw you on your birthday and took a leap of faith, I was destroyed when she was texting your phone.â
You couldnât take it. You thought he lied to your face for months.
Miguel closed his eyes, trying to form what he wanted to say.
Heâs thinking about how stupid he was to not see your pain. The signs were all there, or at least, the times when he should have stepped in were.
That aside, he was upset. Upset at the situation, upset that his relationship has been torn by someone who barely acknowledged him for a year, upset at you.
He didnât want another girl, he didnât need another girl, and even if by some sick and terrible decision, he decided to part ways with you, he would never choose Xina.
She couldnât love him the way you do and what she did to him showed that.
She couldnât make him feel the way you do. You left him with butterflies, you made him excited. You brought him so much joy.
She couldnât care for him the way that you did. She would rather hang him out to dry to make herself look good before she thought about how he felt about something.
She couldnât even confess to him without hurting him, without trying to shift her chances of being with him. It sucks that her life was changing so rapidly against her will, but that didnât mean she had to create a whirlwind for him to suffer through, too.
Itâs so irritating how she came in and swept up his time, his life, and your confidence, but itâs more frustrating for you to have to even wonder if she could replace you.
Miguelâs mind is going a thousand miles per minute, head starting to hurt with how aggravated he was.
âDonât cry,â you say reaching up to his face, sniffling. âPlease, donât cry.â
He didnât even notice he was. He realizes then that his thoughts were made aloud.
ââM sorry,â he says, face scrunching up. He leans into your hand, eyes closed as the tears fall. âIâm sorry for everything. But Iâm angry that you keep thinking that youâre not worth my love. Youâre worth it. Youâre worth so much more than what I can give you. But I feel so lucky that youâre giving me the chance to be a part of your life, so I want you to love yourself, too.â
You nod once, twice, before your palms cover your face and youâre sobbing. Miguel pulls you down to his lap, holding you tight. He hated that you were fighting these thoughts alone, but now that heâs aware of everything heâll try his best again to give you the love you needed.
âIâm sorry, Iâm sorry,â he whispered into your hair like a mantra.
Through your sorrow, your relief, you everything, you echo his words, âIâm sorry, too. I should have trusted you more.â
âTrue,â Miguel says and you laugh in the midst of your aches. âBut I still love you.â
âI love you, too. I never stopped.â
He squeezes you tighter, heart feather light.
GymRat!Miguel who eventually gets you comfortable, the two of you settling down on the giant plush bean bag sofa that youâve stuffed under your dorm bed.
He was prepared to wine and dine you, but you insisted on videos and some warm, fulfilling fast food. The true college dream.
You laid on his chest, watching as the man on screen yelled as his character opened the door to a bathroom and a stranger was fixing the sink. Miguel tensed under you, hands gripping the waist of your lounging pants.
It was making up for the Halloween you two spent apart.
âToo scary?â you move your head to look at his face.
His mouth was twisted up, heart beating, âNoâŠâ
âThen, why are you holding me so tight?â
âA boyfriend canât hold his girlfriend?â
You grinned.
You didnât know how much you missed him calling you his girlfriend until he was less than a centimeter away from you.
A scream followed by a line of curses comes from your laptop speakers, Miguel gasping and squinting at the screen, eyes almost squeezing shut.
âYou know, we donât have to watch this,â you try your best to turn your body so that you were fully on top of him. âWe can watch something else.â
Miguel focused on your face, eyes fighting to not look at your lips, âLike what?â
âWe can watch a cooking competition. I know you have some documentaries and video essays saved up. We could watch those.â
Miguel thinks he could really be a lip reader. Your lips were moving pretty fast, but he thinks he got most of it.
âYou want to use the kitchen this late? It might be closed.â
You slide your hand up his chest, comforting through the thin shirt. Your lips move again and Miguel blinks slowly trying to keep up.
A touch on his jaw has him look up.
âDid you hear me?â
Miguel moves his head in a circle, answer going from yes to no.
âWhat are you thinking right now?â
He feels you out, hands slowly going down your back and circling the area where your thighs curve out into your ass.
âHow much I need to kiss you.â
âOh really?â
âMm-hm.â
âThen maybe, you should put those words into action.â
That was all he needed to pull you up, mouth going to yours like a magnet. You make a startled noise as he opens his mouth to slide his lip from your jaw to the bottom of your lip.
You open your mouth with his, thumbs rubbing against his sideburns as he hums against your tongue. The sound of the push and pull of your lips fills the small space under your bed. The tale of the girl and her winter vacation long forgotten in the background.
His hands go under your waistband, palms bringing extra warmth as he squeezes over your underwear.
âI missed this,â he sighs, mouth and hands working together to make you melt into him. He was starting to grind you against him, humming low in his throat.
âKissing me or something else?â you open your eyes a little, watching his eyelashes against his cheek.
He pushes up against you, bean bag shifting down, âEverything.â
âCheeky.â
âMore like charmed.â
The two of you were glued to each other long enough for the hour long video to end, only the glow of your fairy lights and lamps lighting your room.
Both of your shirts were pulled up, your chest smooshed against his. Miguel had one hand around your waist, massaging your side, and another pulling your underwear between your lips so that you had something extra to feel as you grind against his groin.
âBebecita,â Miguel says after you let his tongue from your lips. He pecks you in between his words, hungry. âLetâs move this to the bed.â
He kisses down your jaw, making no effort to get up.
âI donât have any condoms and unless youâre willing to drive out to get some-â
Miguel removes a hand to reach into his pocket.
âDid you just have that on you?â you ask looking at the pack of condoms in his hand.
âNo. I got them when I went to go get clothes.â
You tut, âSo you just thought we were going have sex? Youâre not even supposed to be in here right now.â
He slides his fingers down between your legs, pressing on your lips over cotton, âOf course not, bebe. Iâm not an animal.â
He rubs and sucks a kiss into your neck. Youâre so lost in him that you didnât even realize that you were beginning to push back against his fingers. The moan you let out brings you back to reality.
Seeing Miguelâs smug face made you hide yours in his chest.
âJust try not to be too loud. I donât know if my neighbor is still here or not,â you muffled into his skin.
GymRat!Miguel who really didnât give a fuck about the neighbors.
He thinks he wants them to hear. Itâs been too long since he had you, his decency was thrown out of the window.
Right now, he was head first, indulging, sucking at the entrance of your heat. You were on your knees, ass in his face, and feet hanging off the bed. You were already so wet from earlier, but now he has you dripping down his face onto the floor, moaning into your pillow.
He didnât hear you over himself as he gripped your skin to spread you over his tongue. Your thighs were shaking like a leaf, feet occasionally kicking as Miguel found his pocket to make you suck him in.
You sounded off into the silk case below you, trying not to make yourself louder than the music you put on.
Miguel was satisfied that you came on his tongue, but didnât like you censoring yourself not one bit.
âI want to try something new,â he states into your skin, sucking your clit through the aftershocks.
You only give him a shaky thumbs up, mind still finding its other pieces.
GymRat!Miguel who has you flat against your stomach along the bed. There really was barely any room to do this, but he was going to make it work.
You had a long mirror in your room that wasnât attached to the wall, so beforehand, he brought it over to lean against the desk and turn it towards the top of your bed. He saw the confusion in your face through the glass, but he only smiled and went right back to you.
Now, he was holding one cheek over as he slid in slowly. From the mirror, he could see your face scrunch up. He shifted his knees, watching.
âÂżEstĂĄs bien?â he asks. âWant me to slow down? Pull out?â
âNo,â you keen, constricting around him. He sucked air in through his teeth, feeling you suck him in. âI just havenât felt you in a while.â
He leans to kiss up your back, taking fat in between his lips to mark it as his. He fights the urge to just bite and stay there for a while.
âWhose fault is that, pretty?â he teases, dragging his lips to the back of neck.
You look to your left and pout at him through the mirror. He looks back, eyes scanning your naked upper half.
You arch your back and tighten around him. He thinks youâre a menace.
âYours,â you tease back.
âYeah?â his left hand grabs your waist, thumb pressing into the small of your back. He slides out a bit, hips elevated. âLet me fix that, then.â
His hips dip back into you, smack of his skin against yours. The bed creaks and Miguel watches your eyelids fall.
âDo you want a fast solution?â Miguel says right in your ear. âOr should we do some deeper research?â
He snaps his hips again, leaning down and pressing his weight onto you. Your hands curl up against the mattress, mouth open but only letting out gasps and breaths. Miguel nearly pulls all the way out, then swerves back in, pushing your voice out of you.
âIt sounds like you want to pull from some scholarly articles,â Miguel whispers. Heâs barely picking up a sweat while youâre hot everywhere. âItâs unclear.â
The springs of the mattress sing, metal and wood bed frame keeping a steady tempo against the wall.
You canât even focus enough to tell him to shut up, the position you were in knocking the wind out of you. You start to hide your face in your pillow again, overwhelmed.
Miguel releases an offended sound.
âNuh uh,â his right hand wraps in front of your neck. He pulls head up and turns it towards the mirror. âLook how pretty you look. Donât hide.â
Your boyfriend might be a little nuts.
Your eyes canât even focus but heâs holding your head steady and nibbling your earlobe as he waits. Your glasses are crooked and fogging up, you canât even really see.
His name tries to fall from your mouth, but that âMâ sound comes out broken and loud. Heâs too busy being enchanted by how good you look.
âMi preciosa princesita,â his hips stutter as you clench in response. âSo gorgeous.â
Heâs hitting your spot over and over again. Youâre losing track of time.
âDonât you think so too, baby?â Miguel huffs.
âY-yes, Miggy, please.â
âAre you close?â
You nod, watching his eyes get darker.
âOk, bebĂ©. I still have some follow-up questions, though. Gonna answer them?â
A yell comes out as your answer, Miguel stroking faster.
He kisses your cheek and takes your glasses off. They were slipping and he was scared you were going to break them.
âQuestion one, do you want to do something for winter break?â
He opens your legs a bit, leaning and wrapping his hand under your body. His fingers find your clit and rub nice and slow. Overstimulated, you scream into the pillow. Miguel kisses your shoulder as he hums.
âI think thatâs a yes,â Miguel says. Your back arches as you try to move your hips to match his pace. âQuestion two, what do you want for Christmas? Itâs getting late, but Iâll find it. I swear.â
âFuck, Miguel,â you say as his hands move to your breasts. He canât do much, but thereâs still something so good about him all over you.
âYou want this again? We can arrange that.â
He was close and you could hear it in the way his voice wavered.
âLast question,â he rose off of you, hands pushing against your back. Your body couldnât move as he slapped his pelvis against your ass. The recoil sounded off in the room and the entire bed jumped with his movement.
âAre you still mad at me?â
Your back arched as you felt him breach deep enough to make you go crazy. He was mumbling something but your thoughts were swimming with his dick inside of you about to introduce another orgasm.
âSay it back, baby. You gotta say it back,â Miguelâs voice sounds out.
There might be a pool of drool growing under your face. Your boyfriend didnât care, though. He would still want you to say that declaration through any obstruction.
âI love you, Miguel. Te amo tanto.â
His hips quicken, bed against the wall like a drumline.
When he cums, his body tightens and releases, weight letting go as he covers you. Heâs breathing hard, âte amo,â his proverb to you.
You blink at the mirror, vision blurry, but the comforted and satisfied expression of Miguel still recognizable.
You could stay like this, breaths slowly becoming tighter until you fall asleep in his arms.
The bed gives a loud snap, scaring Miguel into nearly falling off of it with you on top.
Itâs leaning a little more to the back left than it should.
âDid you just break my fucking bed?â
He panics, âI-it was a joint effort!â
âMiguel.â
GymRat!Miguel who thanks whatever entity it is out there afterwards that it was just a screw that came out and not the bed actually completely splitting.
âThis is why the beds are tiny in the first place,â you say from the bean bag, watching him screw it back together.
âI would have covered the costs if it was actually broken. We should look into sturdy bed frames for the future, though.â
âOh?â
Miguel pauses, âNot that I was thinking about that!â
âYou already have a list, donât you.â
You watch his hands stutter as he puts your screwdriver back in your bin.
GymRat!Miguel who suggests you lay on top of him in the bed.
The two of you were freshly showered and ready to close your eyes any minute now.
âWe should take breaks more often. I feel like jelly,â you say with a low voice, drawing circles over his chest.
He grabs your wrist, voice serious in the dark, âDonât joke like that.â
âHmm, I guess youâre right. You made up for the last time you didnât make me come.â
âBaby.â
You giggled into him as he pinched your sides.
âWhat about you and Royce? Your friend whose name starts with an R and ends with an E.â
âItâs not my fault rose and Royce are similar!â
âBut you knew what you were doing. How cruel,â he pouts.
You pat his cheek!
âWell, you donât have to worry because he has a boyfriend.â
âOh! So, heâs gay.â
âBi. Open relationship.â
âOh,â Miguel replied, less happy.
âI kind of just want one lover, though.â
âOh,â Miguel says again, more happy. âWhat kind of lover?â
You stay quiet for so long, Miguel thinks youâve gone to sleep.
Thereâs a lot of things that you love about him. His kindness, his heart, his determination, his wit. Tonight, though, he truly took your breath away.
And you realize, heâs always done that.
âThe kind that loves me the way that you do.â
Miguelâs chest rises and falls like a wave that gets weaker as it hits the shore.
âMe too, mi luz. Me too.â
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i hope it's okay to add my thoughts as well, as this is something i think about a lot as a System(multiple people in one body, which the majority of people see as inherently a delusion) and a Kinnie (essentially "i was this character in a past life". again, most people consider that delusional).
it does not matter how stupid or obviously fake the delusion sounds to you, and it is not your responsibility to bring someone back to reality. in many cases, that can actually be worse for them, not better. what matters is, are they Functioning? do they need help from you in this moment to function? if they are distressed, how do you alleviate the distress? you do have to pick your battles carefully when it comes to delusions. it's relatively easy to show somebody, based on evidence, that they are not turning into a werewolf. it can be much harder to convince them they aren't poisoned, especially if there is no food left to test and no rational reason why they would be. but you know what you CAN do? put a bunch of black food dye in a drink, give it to them and tell them it's activated charcoal and that'll disrupt anything they've ingested. hell, if they're not currently on any oral medication, you can give them the real thing. yes, it's treating the delusion as Real, but it's also performing a harmless action to make them feel safe again. "monster spray" type shit. one that people in other mental health circles may be familiar with is the delusion that you are an evil, horrible person who just poisons everything around you and is better off dead. this one is often hard for people to deal with, because it can come from a number of different places, each with their own approach needed. of course for a normal highschooler you can usually just ask them if they've done [terrible thing someone real did] and when they say no you can declare that CLEARLY they can't be the worst person in the world, then. sometimes it comes from intrusive thoughts that a lot of people are uncomfortable talking about; convincing someone they're not terrible just because they fantasize about fucked up shit is largely an excercise in teaching them that actions are what actually matters, which many people inherently disagree with due to their upbringing. but i honestly think the hardest one has to be people who've ACTUALLY done something wrong - or, at the very least, people who are convinced they did in a past life or another dimension. because with them, you have to focus on moving forward as a better person and living with the guilt, and that one can either be a lot to ask, or it can be extremely frustrating because you don't personally believe this guy was actually dracula, so why is he so worked up about killing people who were not real? sorry, big wall of text; my point is, there are some delusions where if you want to address them and help, you need to be prepared to be uncomfortable and possibly even grapple with some genuinely hard questions. or, you can try and find a way to distract them from their thoughts. it won't always be possible to reality check someone, and you need to be okay with that if you're going to be close with a delusional person.
and i've said this before, but i'll say it again: who cares if the lady at ihop thinks she's cleopatra stuck in the present. what does it matter? let cleopatra work at ihop, it's not your business. if it's not hurting you, and she's managing the stress of time travel just fine, leave it be.
also, i feel like this should go without saying, but one of the worst ways to make someone's distress even worse is to accuse them of faking their mental health issue. seriously, the amount of times i have seen somebody have an anxiety freakout like OP describes and be told "you just want attention, you know damn well there's nothing wrong with the food, sit down" is genuinely heartbreaking. if that's ever happened to you, from the bottom of my heart, i am offering you a full serving of your favorite food.
I want to add to the post I just reblogged about delusions and how to help people with them, but op was specifically schizophrenic, and the last time I tried to share a related story on a post like that, a different OP got extremely angry that I didn't have an identical disorder to them and accused me of derailing, so I'm making a new post.
I have severe anxiety. The things you can believe when you are going through an acute anxiety attack or panic attack can be so extreme they can be classified as delusions. I've been convinced I poisoned myself, I've been convinced I had rabies, I've been convinced a building was going to burn down, I've been convinced my blood was full of bug eggs that were going to hatch and kill me.
Doctors and family members who have helped me the most were people who took those fears seriously, who examined me no matter how irrational my fear was, and who told me why, based on what they observed, my fears were unlikely to be true.
Instead of "you can't possibly have rabies", it was "the dog is vaccinated, so it can't have rabies, and the skin where it nipped you is not broken."
Instead of "Of course your blood isn't full of bug eggs" it was "bug eggs would have hatched by now" which was so coldly logical it completely snapped me out of my panic.
Instead of "I'm sure you didn't poison yourself", the doctor looked at the bug spray and the ingredients and listened to how I used it and said "based on your exposure, you haven't been poisoned".
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You know, one of my favorite under-the-radar interactions in Arcane is actually between Jayce and Vi.
On paper they haveâŠliterally nothing in common. Oneâs the golden boy science nerd, plastered all over Piltover as the symbol of progress, who has actively made decisions on the Council that made life in Zaun worse. Oneâs a bruiser who cut her teeth on the streets of Zaun, and then prison, as Piltover did its very best to forget she ever existed. Theyâve had maybe, like, one actual conversation, in which Vi called him âpretty boyâ and Jayce looked deeply uncomfortable. But against all oddsâthey get along like a house on fire. I think Jayce is the only one Vi would have accepted weapons made of Hextech from; and I think Vi (and Caitlyn, but Vi came first) was the only person other than himself that Jayce would have made Hextech weapons for. Theyâre so in sync that they literally coordinate battle moves on the fly without needing to exchange a word. It might strike you as weird, at first. Itâs just so improbable.
But it makes sense. Because the way they make decisions is almost the sameâemotion. Impulse. Punch first, think later. Do what you think is right, and donât wait for the world to give you permission, because it never will. They trust their gut and make snap decisions. And because the world of Arcane is morally gray, they usually regret it.
Which makes me think that some of the strongest parallels in this new season might actually be between Vi and Jayce. Arcane is about change. The price of change; the promises and dangers of change; and how people change, too. Vi and Jayce have been relatively stable character-wise. They change their minds about things, circumstances around them change, but at least at the end of s2e3, theyâre still very recognizably themselves. Still punch first, think later. But the people around them have been undergoing extreme transformations.
Powder is now Jinx. Vi spent the entire first season refusing to see this, then failing to understand this. At the start of season 2, she still canât reconcile the two in her mindâshe can only conceive of them as literally two different people. Powder is dead. (I killed her.) All thatâs left is Jinx. (I created her.) But the truth is that Jinx is still her little sister, is still the girl who was once Powder. Powder didnât dieâshe changed.
Meanwhile, Caitlyn in season 2 is having a cataclysmic change because of her trauma and grief. The Caitlyn Vi fell in love with was brave, precise, determinedâand fundamentally kind. She traded her gun away for medicine to save Viâs life. She didnât even hesitate. But now, all of that laser focus is being bent on revenge. Caitlyn has become increasingly single-minded, narrow-viewed, her world reduced to the target in her sniperâs scope. If youâre an obstacle, sheâll simply shoot right through you. She promised Vi she wouldnât change, and then she hit Vi and abandoned her the moment Vi got in the way. Season 1 Caitlyn would never do that.
Vi struggles with change. She never seems to quiteâgrasp it. Doesnât understand how the Undercity has changed while she was locked up, stagnant, an insect trapped in amber. She loves people with a sort of nostalgic glow. What the show forces Vi to reckon with is how far sheâs willing to love someone before theyâve changed too much. She thinks itâs over with Jinx. She says she doesnât consider Jinx as her sister anymore. But they are, theyâre still sisters, of course they are. Jinx knows this. Jinx loves her sister, even now. Which means there might still be something in her for Vi to love too. But with Caitlyn, is there anything left of the kind girl who gave Vi her freedom and treated her with compassion? Can Vi still love the dictator literally waging war against her people? Should she? (Could she even stop loving Caitlyn if she wanted to?)
Jayceâs arc is just beginning in season 2, so Iâm not sure which direction heâs heading in. But the parallels are already showing up. Is Viktor still in there, or is he dead? (Did I kill him?) Is it just the Hexcore using his body now, a monster that must be stopped? (Did I create him?) Jayce, too, might soon be forced to decide if he can still love someone whoâs changed past the point of recognition. Or whether he should.
All this is to say that I hope we get more Vi and Jayce interactions this season. And that itâs definitely not a coincidence that we got two divorces in one episode.
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( read part one here )
it wasn't unusual for your friends that you and satoru don't get along that well. itâs obvious, you make snarky comments about his triumph of the week every now and then but it was unusual for them when satoru wasn't bragging about some girl anymore.
and you weren't even making side comments about how he doesn't have any new âgirlâ for the week now. at first, it was suguru who noticed it.Â
but then come shoko, then of course, utahime. how can they not notice when your petty bickering is part of the group gatherings? how can they not notice when you weren't rolling your eyes anymore everytime that satoruâs opening his mouth?
âwhat the hell is wrong with the two of you? did you fight?â it was suguru who broke the ice.
can you blame them? they can't take this weird shit thatâs happening, whatever it is.Â
âhuh?â you looked up from your phone, âfight? who?â
âdon't play dumb.â shoko says, âyou and satoru. did you two fight?â
huh, fight. more like, did you two have sex a week ago and it has been awkward ever since? yeah, more like that. you glance at satoru and he looks at you knowingly, just waiting for whatever you're going to say.
you chuckled awkwardly, âwe didn't. i just don't like talking to him, you know.â
and before they could probe even further, you stood up. âiâm heading to the store, do you guys want anything?â
they just raised their brows at you and when they all looked at satoru, he just shrugged his shoulders.Â
ânothing? okay.âÂ
âiâm coming with you.â
and that made them more confused because why the hell would satoru go with you, just the two of you, alone? but they just shrugged it off, and you two walked out of suguruâs condo unit.Â
you don't even know why he would go with you. itâs true that you haven't talked since, but you figure that thereâs nothing to talk about because itâs never going to happen again. itâs just a one time thing.
âhuh.â you heard him say. you stopped walking and glanced back at him.
âwhat?â
âyou don't like talking to me, but you just like sticking your tongue down my throat?â
you cannot believe this.Â
you wanna smack that grin right off his face.
âyouâre so fucking annoying!â you marched towards the elevator as fast as you could but somehow he just caught up on you.
âhey. iâm sorry, okay. iâll stop.â he said and reached for your arm, âYN.â
âwhat? what the fuck do you want?â
âi just want to talk.â you scoff, the elevator opens and you walk in. âcan we please just talk?â
âthen talk.â you crossed your arm, still avoiding his gaze. you don't know what you're feeling and you don't know how to react, maybe thatâs why youâre acting out right now.
it wasn't supposed to be this way, you were supposed to be just friends.
he was supposed to be just your friend who annoys you every now and then with his antics. âhow can we talk if youâre not looking at me?â
âjust talkââ
he pressed the emergency stop button and now, great, youâre stuck with him. âwhatâd you do that for?â
âi just want to make sure youâre okay with what happened. and iâm sorry if that made you feel uncomfortable in any wayââ
âstop.â you looked at him, âiâm okay. and i think we both wanted that to happen, you don't need to say sorry. i just want to go back to the way it was, okay? itâs not going to happen again, soâŠâ
âokay.â he simply answered, he pressed the button again and just backed up. the silence envelopes the two of you as you wait for the elevator to reach the ground floor.Â
you sighed a relief when you heard the ding! but before it opens, satoru says something before walking past you.
âexcept, i don't want things to go back the way it was.â
now, why the hell would he say that?
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Any of the boys you want do a challenge where (they aren't dating yet) but they are at a fair and they win a bear or a prize and s/o gives them a kiss on the cheek for how many they win and s/o says if they win 10 or more they will give them a kiss on the lips and spend a week together with just them (maybe show like if some did get the kiss and how they would react?) I thought this was cute lol
This has been sitting in my drafts for like a year so I just figured I would post the parts of it that were done.
Leave it to Crowley and Grim to get you into this situation. âEvery dorm has to have a booth at the fair, prefect! Maybe youâll even earn enough money to make some renovations to that shoddy old place!â
Crowley failed to take into consideration how making a carnival attraction costs money to be any good. Any cafe service would need more money and supplies than you could afford, a show would need more than two people, and a game would need prizes.
Grim is not one for bright ideas, but it would seem there was no other solution that wouldnât cost all your food money for the month. So this is what it came to.
âKnock down all the pins and win a kiss on the cheek from Ramshackleâs prefect! Hit all three targets and heâll give you a kiss on the lips!!!!â
It was probably in your top five most embarrassing moments of your life as your cat basically prostituted you at the top of his lungs. Surely no one would actually be enticed by a prize like that, right?
Trey
"You always manage to find a way to keep things interesting, don't you? For once I'm glad to be at a school mandated event."
Feels bad. Plays anyway.
No hard feelings, right?
He tells you that you have nothing to worry about, he's really a lousy shot anyway (as if he's not the best spelldrive player on Heartslabyul)
He easily knocks down the first two stacks, but misses the third
Maybe he missed, maybe he found it in his heart to show you mercy
He not-so-subtly implies that he's sure he could find a different way to win the "grand prize"
Despite his big talk, he still has a noticeable blush when you give him a kiss on the cheek
He would also keep an eye on your booth for the rest of the day to make sure not too many people are winning
For your sake, of course
Jade
âIt would seem youâve found yourself in quite the situation there, prefect. Please find it in your heart to forgive me if I take advantage.â
This is the funniest shit Jade has ever seen
How stupid do you honestly have to be to get yourself into this predicament?
Of course heâs playing the game. The scowl on your face when he trades in his tickets to Grim for three baseballs fills him with unbridled delight
His aim is a little wonky and you sigh in relief when his first three balls miss the target
He feigns disappointment before handing over another few tickets to the cat and grabbing the balls again
Of course he was hustling you. He let you think that even for a second you would be safe from this menace. For shame
Each ball is thrown with such force that pins from the first stack fly into the other stacks, easily ensuring that Jade clears the game with ease
He calls it beginners luck. Asshole.
Has the biggest shit eating grin on his face as he leans down to your face to claim his prize
Rook
"Mon amour, what a dastardly situation you've been resigned to! Not to worry sweet dame, I shall save you from the beasts at your heels!"
You knew you were in trouble the minute Rookâs gaze happened to fall on your stall
His eyes narrow and he smirks as he makes his way over to the stall
He's visibly holding back his excitement as he trades his tickets in to Grim
His idea of "saving you" is to hog the game- and the prize- for himself
He hits every stack with effortless accuracy, game after game
The second all three stacks have been knocked down, he prances over to you and leans down for his kiss. You can practically see the flower emojis radiating off his satisfied smile
This will continue until Grim gets fed up with him scaring away customers, or Vil comes to drag him away
You got so used to kissing him that you almost do it again the next time he leans down to talk to you
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dad seokmin forgot to keep his promise
seokmin was having one of those days where he planned to spend the entire afternoon entertaining his son with the most outlandish games he could think of. full of enthusiasm, he turned on the toy fire truck, which started zooming across the floor with its lights flashing and siren echoing throughout the room.
"look at this, buddy!" he exclaimed, excitedly, calling his little one over to watch the toy in action.
but to his surprise, his son, sitting on the floor with a surprisingly firm look, just crossed his arms and put on an expression that looked way too serious for a three-year-old. his little lips pushed out into a dramatic pout, as if he was experiencing the worst day of his life.
seokmin raised an eyebrow, confused, trying to decipher the unexpected reaction.
âis he mad about something? or maybe he just doesnât like fire trucks anymore?â he thought, watching his son curiously.
determined to keep trying, he brought the truck closer and attempted to get him excited again.
"letâs put out the fire, son!" he said in an upbeat tone, waving the toy from side to side, trying to make it as fun as possible.
to his complete shock, the little boy, still with his pout intact, kicked the truck with his chubby foot, sending it sliding across the rug until it bumped against the couch leg. the kidâs angry face only grew, and the pout? somehow, it looked even bigger.
seokmin had to try really hard not to laugh. he felt his lips tremble with the urge to let out a chuckle, but he held it back. he didnât want to make his little one any more upset.
"okay, my love⊠you donât want to play with the fire truck," seokmin said in a softer, more paternal tone. "how about we go for a walk outside?" he suggested, smiling as if it was the most amazing idea ever.
the boy looked at his dad with a mix of disapproval and stubbornness, then turned his face away, crossing his arms even tighter.
seokmin sighed, rubbing the back of his neck, feeling clueless. he tried everything he could think of â he even offered to go outside and watch the âbig trucksâ his son usually loved to see, but nothing worked. feeling at a loss and a little desperate, he finally picked up his phone to call for help from the real expert: his wife.
with quick fingers, he typed a message, and soon his phone buzzed with a reply.
seokmin: babe, help.
he saw the typing bubbles pop up and then the message appeared.
seokmin: i think i just became our sonâs number one enemy. đ©đ©
y/n: đ€š really? why?
seokmin: he wonât talk to me. wonât play with his favorite fire truck, doesnât even want to go outsideâŠ
y/n: did you ask him why? maybe itâs something important
seokmin: babe⊠heâs only three. howâs he supposed to know how to explain what heâs feeling? đ„ș
y/n: đ ASK HIM, seokmin.
seokmin was ready to finally fix the situation, but he couldnât resist asking his son one more time, now that the little boy seemed a bit less upset.
"son, did daddy do something wrong? why are you so upset?" he gently held his sonâs tiny shoulders. "is there anything daddy can do to make you not be mad anymore?"
the little boy looked at him, still pouting, and said in a slightly teary voice, "you⊠you pwomised⊠stwawbewwy ice cweam⊠and you fowgot!"
seokmin had to cover his mouth to hide his laughter. of course, it was about food! and he vaguely remembered mentioning something about ice cream the night before, but with all the excitement and games, heâd completely forgotten.
"oh, son⊠iâm really sorry! daddy forgot about the ice cream!"
seokmin quickly grabbed his phone and texted his wife, almost as if he needed her to witness what heâd just discovered.
seokmin: babe, he said it
seokmin: i promised him strawberry ice cream after lunch, can you believe it? đ©đ©
almost immediately, her reply came in.
y/n: really? iâm a witness.
seokmin: i forgot iâd promised that đł
seokmin: but⊠how could he remember that? heâs just a baby!
y/n: heâs your son, seokmin. your legacy: selective memory for sweets and pizza.
seokmin: đ
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y/n: give him his ice cream before he packs his bag to run away from home.
laughing at the thought of his son packing a bag and searching for a new home that took ice cream promises seriously, seokmin headed to the kitchen to prepare the long-awaited treat. he grabbed a small bowl, added a few scoops of strawberry ice cream, and went all out: strawberry syrup, colorful sprinkles, and of course, a cherry on top. he carried the bowl back to the living room like it was a trophy, still imagining which uncle his son might ask for refuge with. maybe vernon? surely he wouldnât forget a promise.
"here it is, buddy! your strawberry ice cream, with everything you deserve!"
the little boy, now with bright eyes, immediately dropped his pout and grabbed the bowl with both tiny hands, amazed by what he saw.
"yummy!" he said, fully focused on the ice cream and visibly happy.
seokmin crouched down beside him and asked hopefully, "so⊠do you forgive me for forgetting?"
the child nodded, but he was so engrossed in the ice cream that seokmin wasnât sure if the forgiveness was genuine or just temporary. the ice cream was clearly priority number one.
he quickly sent another message to y/n.
seokmin: he forgave meâŠ
seokmin: but iâm not sure weâre totally okay yet⊠i think his heartâs still divided between the ice cream and the grudge.
y/n: hahaha, iâm glad for you, babe.
seokmin watched as his son enjoyed the ice cream, and with each spoonful, the little boy let out a happy âmmm!â while seokmin watched, relieved to have made things right.
when his little one finished, he held up the empty bowl and grinned.
"was it good?" seokmin asked, smiling back at him.
"good, good!" he replied with his sweet little voice and eyes shining with joy.
suddenly, the boy got up, handed the bowl back to seokmin without much ceremony, and ran over to the fire truck still sitting on the floor.
"wooo woo woo woo!" he started imitating the fire truck siren with excitement, waving his dad over to join the game.
seokmin wasted no time. he ran to the kitchen to put the bowl down and, in seconds, was back in the living room, ready for the new mission to save the world. he pretended to put on an invisible firefighter helmet and gave his son a salute.
"firefighter seokmin reporting for duty!" he announced with a determined, goofy expression. "whatâs the emergency, chief?"
his son held onto the toy truck, looking at him with serious little eyes.
"fire! big fire! daddy, come!" he shouted, running around the room with the truck while seokmin followed, pretending to turn on a siren.
the house transformed into a "fire station," and the two of them spent the next several minutes saving stuffed animals from the imaginary blaze.
seokmin: babe, weâre friends again
seokmin: weâre playing firefighters
y/n: alright, mr. firefighter, donât make promises you wonât remember to keep
seokmin: đ«Ąđ«Ąđ«Ą
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SUMMARY: Damian would like to welcome you to the family.
WARNINGS: 18+ as always on my blog, though the work is safe for work. Typical yandere shenanigans.
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Normally, Damian would hate being babied. He was a trained assassin, the blood of Raâas Al Ghoul ran through his veins, he was the son of the feared Bat! And yet, here he was, sitting in your kitchen, watching you make him some (vegan) mac nâ cheese.Â
Originally, Damian did not understand the obsession his family seemed to have with you. He spent days complaining, stomping around the manor, irritated that his family was wasting time with some⊠weakling. It seemed that every time he walked into a room, the only topic of discussion was you.
As one of the newer additions to the family, and a biological one at that, it seemed he had missed out on something vital to his family. So, he decided to just⊠ask, as his father would advise, just why they were wasting time on someone who wouldnât ever be able to adhere to the illustrious standards his family had set.Â
The person he decided on was Grayson, someone he normally looked up to.
He sat across from his older brother, who was preoccupied with that insipid app that Drake had designed, keeping track of your vitals and ensuring your safety. Finally, fed up with being ignored, Damian cleared his throat to alert his brother of his presence.
Grayson looked up and beamed, bouncing up to flop down next to Damian.Â
âWhatâs up, lilâ D?â Grayson asked, voice jovial even as he spared a glance at his screen.
âTt. Grayson, I must⊠request your assistance.â
âAnything for you, lilâ D!â Grayson leaned over and rustled Damianâs hair. Damian, annoyed, fixed his hair and leaned away.
âI do not⊠I do not understand your recent⊠Preoccupation. It seems the family has decided, rather unanimously, that we will be gaining a new member. I do not understand why we must lower our standards!â He huffed, crossing his arms.
Graysonâs eyes softened. âOh, lilâ D. Itâs alright, youâre new, we shouldâve known this would be confusingâŠâ He looked away, staring out the window for a second, letting out a little sigh.Â
âIâm not really sure how to explain it, but sometimes, sometimes people, especially people like us, get⊠passionate. Dinah likes to explain it away as the way we⊠deal with the constant loss, the uncertainty. Vigilantes donât ever do anything in halves, afterall.â
âBut why, but why them? They have nothing to add to our family, Grayson! They cannot fight, they are not trained, they have no extraordinary skills!â Damian huffed.
âWell, it doesnât always make sense, Damian, and it doesnât need to. Sometimes, sometimes people just⊠click, it doesnât always have to make logical sense. I think if you got to know them, maybe youâd understand it a bit better.â
Grayson smiled, looking back at Damian. Damian looked away, blushing. He didnât like not getting something; it made him feel vulnerable, weak, like he was missing out on something everyone else just seemed to get.
âAnd this is, this is⊠typical, for vigilantes such as our family?â He asked, voice quiet with mortification. Grayson smiled softly.
âOf course, Lilâ D. Thereâs nothing wrong with being passionate, and thereâs no way weâre gonna let someone else get hurt. I mean, just think about it; do you think they could defend themselves?âÂ
Damian shook his head.
âAnd thereâs no way theyâll be able to defend themselves. As vigilantes, especially in Gotham, we see the truth, we see how nasty the world can truly be. Most civilians just donât get it. So, I think we can be forgiven for being a little intense, right?â He laughed, elbowing Damian gently.
âI mean, just think about Jon getting hurt.âÂ
Damian scowled. âI would not allow it. It would never happen.â He said, certainty clear in his voice.
Grayson snorted. âI know, Lilâ D. Iâm just using him as an example; now take those feelings, and imagine if Jon couldnât defend himself. â
âI-I do not know what I would do.â
âAnd thatâs okay, youâll get it eventually, okay? Itâs hard to come to terms with, at first.â
âI still do not understand why you have chosen such an unworthy target for your affections, but I will⊠try. To understand.â Damian looked down, face tinged slightly red in embarrassment.Â
Grayson ruffled his hair again, and peeked at his screen. âMaybe ask Cass to take you, or Jason? I have a shift in a little while. Iâm sure theyâd be willing to help you, Damian. Itâs okay to have questions, to not get it. Itâll click eventually.â
So, Damian did.
While embarrassing, the idea of not getting something that was clearly of high importance to his family rankled in his chest. So, he approached Cain and asked for her help.
She was in her studio, as she normally was at noon on the weekends, working on a new routine. Damian paused in the door, waiting for her to finish up. No matter how many times he saw her, especially during her performances, he was always surprised by just how graceful the young woman managed to be.
It was normal for his family to move with a lithe grace, especially Grayson, who seemed to move so fluidly he lacked a skeletal structure, couldnât compete with the natural poise Cain held herself with.
She finished up her routine with a flourish, then rose to her feet with a sigh. She floated over to her water bottle and took a sip, before turning around to face Damian. She smiled gently, eyes crinkling at the corners, her slightly damp choppy black hair framing her face perfectly.
âLittle brother,â she said, delight clear in her voice.Â
âCain,â Damian greeted, nodding his head and moving into the room.
Cain sank to the floor, back against the mirrored wall, and patted the wooden floor next to her.Â
âSit,â she said.
He did. There was no refusing Cain, after all.
âYou seem⊠confused.â She glanced over at him, taking another small sip.
âYes. I do not⊠Understand the new obsession you have all taken with that Civilian.â
Cain nodded. âYes.â
âGrayson explained the general feelings of protectiveness, but was unable to elaborate; why them?â Damian crinkled his face, nose scrunching.
Cain laughed. âStubborn, not seeing.â She poked his forehead, startling him. He scowled further, rubbing the spot. It didnât really hurt, but he was not about to let her get away with poking him like a child!
She snickered at his bewildered expression.Â
âIt is hard to explain⊠Instinct.â She hummed, looking away in contemplation.
âInnocence. They do not know⊠the violence, the heartache⊠they are kind.â
So it was about the contrast, Damian concluded. The difference between a trained vigilante and a weakling.
âThey cannot⊠protect self. Need help. Like baby.â She continued, sighing and leaning a hand against her cheek, propped against her knees.
âLike⊠Like Titus, or Alfred the cat. Need looking after.â
Just like that, it clicked.
You were utterly defenseless. Completely alone, with no one to prevent you from being hurt, or worse, killed. You were like a young kitten, unable to open their eyes to see their savior, like the one Damian had fostered.
A warmth bloomed in his chest. You would be like the kitten, and he would protect your innocence, no matter the cost.
Cass smiled widely, scrunching her nose.Â
Just like that, Damian was clamoring to get involved. He could not wait until you were home, and he would be able to ensure your safety, keeping you from losing that childlike innocence, that thin film over your eyes preventing you from seeing the true danger.
It was Drake who had the brilliant idea to place Damian in the field; Damian, for all of his sword-related faults, was still young, after all. Someone as naive as you would be sure to enjoy looking after such a cute child, not being able to see who was truly caring for who.
While both Grayson and Todd had failed to make your acquaintance, it seemed you were too aware of stranger danger to fully fall for the ruse, he knew Cain had made inroads as a member of your book club. Surely, having a young brother by her side would only make it easier to get closer to you.
And just like that, the trap was set, and Damian was ready to act.
The next week, your book club would be meeting to discuss the selected offerings. You had wisely offered up Pride and Prejudice. Damian could still hear the muffled curses Todd had let out; you had no clue the extent to which you had so thoroughly endeared yourself to him, just by picking an Austen novel. Damian could not help but be amused, Todd was easy to enthrall despite his tough exterior; it was almost comical.Â
Cain had brought him with, dressed in clothes he was told were appropriate for his age (Grayson had laughed and forced him to stand for pictures. He would secure his revenge, and make sure to talk badly about him. He would be victorious in the so-called prank war, after all, and you would stand at his side, unscathed.).
You opened the door, smiling and bringing Cain in for a hug. Even from his position, he could see Cain melt into the hug, smiling and bringing an arm up to pat your back gently.
âHello,â she sighed as you pulled back, looking her over.
âOh, Hello!â you said, looking down at Damian.Â
He sighed internally. It would take everything he had, but the thoughts of showing you Bat-Cow would get him through the evening. He smiled brightly, artificially pitching his voice up slightly.
âHi!â He said, stepping forward and shaking your hand with vigor. âIâm Cassâs brother, Damian!â
âOh, so you have a brother?â You said, smiling even brighter. It almost hurt Damianâs face in sympathy, how widely you were able to smile. Was it due to your innocence?
You ushered the two of them inside.
âYes, Our father forgot Damian would be home tonight, and did not arrange for a babysitter.â
âOh, thatâs more than alright! Here, are you hungry, kiddo? Iâll make you something to snack on while the book club gets going! Cass, you can take a seat if you want.â
Damian watched as you puttered around the kitchen, enamored with the way you seemed completely oblivious to the danger present in your home. You were lucky he was there to protect you; what if Cass hadnât been a kind person? You wouldâve had no idea you were letting a threat into your house, and into your life! Luckily for you, Cass would never harm a hair on your head, let alone let you get hurt.
âMilk okay for the Mac nâ cheese, kiddo?â You asked, not bothering to turn around as you pulled down a box.
He informed you he was vegan.
You took it in stride, pulling out some soy milk. He was almost surprised you would have some, but your clear kindness would never allow you to potentially offend a guest. Damian could feel a bout of cuteness aggression overtaking him, and he clenched his fists hard enough to draw blood under the lip of the counter.
The rest of the night passed without incident, though you seemed particularly interested in Damianâs contributions to the conversation about Austenâs works. He could not help but be satisfied at the impression he had made; it was not his fault the majority of the people you surrounded with could not understand basic literary analysis, after all.
Every week for the next few months, Damian would tag along to book club; he eventually managed to become your favorite conversational partner, though Cain was a close second, as you slowly began to ignore the others in the club. It was better this way, after all; they could not protect you.
However, Damian soon became frustrated by the lack of progress. They were talking to you regularly, yes, but he wanted you safe at home! He could tell the others were building in frustration as well, and yet the consensus remained; they would need to take more time.
So, he approached Todd.
And Todd agreed.
The plan was set.
Damian waited breathlessly in the alley by your workplace. It would be easy, after all, to get you to follow him down into the dark.
The second he saw you, he took a few wide steps back, and began to scream.
âHelp!â He shouted, crumpling to the floor. He let his voice take on a tinge of desperation, pitching slightly higher to exaggerate his innocence and hopefully trigger your panic so you would approach without a second thought.
It worked, and your pounding footsteps soon approached.
âHello?!â You called, frantically dropping to your knees in front of his crumpled form.
âD-Damian?â You cried, searching desperately for the injury.
Behind you, he could see Todd approach, syringe in hand.Â
He let out a groan and rolled over, head in your lap. As you ran your hands over his back, looking for something, he surreptitiously grabbed your waist, hoping to prevent you from running, just in case.
Finally, Todd was in range. He stuck the syringe into your neck without a second thought, and you were out like a light.
Damian was just glad your hand had landed in his hair.
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if requests are open⊠i beg of you, the ethan writerâŠ. to please write something about ethan being a certified munch⊠like you canât tell me he doesnât eat pussy for a SPORT. sure heâd love you to sit on his face but⊠i can just imagine him folding your knees up into your chest so he can have full access to you
A/N : Hii ! <3 I loooove your request so much, it just SCREAMS Ethan Landry to me, this man would happily die between your legs if it means he can eat your pussy for hours and make you cum multiple times !! đ€€đ€ Please tell me if I did justice to your request and you know where to find me if you want other Ethanâs fics đâš
Ethan Landry lives for eating you out as he loves giving the sweetest pleasure to your pussyâŠor is it his ?
⊠Even though Ethan Landry is inexperienced when he first starts eating you out, your boyfriend would improve so quickly because of two simple reasons. First, because Ethan wants to do things right and would absolutely listen to your advice when he asks you what feels good or not, taking mental notes of which spot makes you moan the loudest and which pace makes you cum the fastest. Secondly, because Ethan wants - need - to eat you out so frequently that he, anyway, grew to be very good at it.
⊠Ethan would definitely leave hickeys on your inner thighs before he even touches you pussy, his head nicely snuggled between your thighs as he nips, bites, licks and kisses your skin that will show his marks, only for him to know who you really belong to.
⊠He would then press his fingers on your pussy, his thumb rubbing on your clit through the pretty lace material of your panties that he offered you a few days ago, teasing you as Ethan feels the wetness dampen the fabric underneath his fingertips and proudly smiles when he realizes that he can work you up this nicely by barely touching you.
⊠Ethan would also always, and I say always, kiss your pussy through your panties before starting to eat you out, almost like heâs greeting your little cunny like the sweet boyfriend he is.
⊠This man could die between your thighs and he would be the happiest man ever. He would literally overstimulate your pussy for hours because Ethan cannot even realize how long heâs been giving you pleasure and he doesnât care, he just wants you to feel good andâŠEthan also gets excited just by eating you out.
⊠In fact, Ethan would get so painfully hard from pleasing you only with his mouth that he would start humping the bed to get some relief, cumming in his pants a few times seeing how much heâs desperate for you, and only you, making his head spin with pleasure.
⊠I also believe that Ethanâs hair is quite sensitive and with how much you would be pulling on his curly strands when he gives you orgasm one after the other, Ethan would whine, moan and grunt so much against your pussy, creating the most delicious vibrations against your sensitive clit.
⊠If you try to remove his head from your pussy (and if itâs still consensual of course), you wonât have any chance against his strength, his head wonât budge away from you. Nothing will stop Ethan if he isnât finished with you yet and he will pin you down with his free hand by pressing against your tummy if he has to.
⊠Ethan will also bite your thighs if you contain your sounds of pleasure, he doesnât want that and absolutely wonât let you do it. Ethan relishes in the way you so beautifully moan his name, whine in a pitched tone when youâre close to your climax and when you softly tell Ethan that you love him between soft whimpers after he overstimulated you.
⊠If he eats you out from behind or when you sit on his face, Ethan makes sure to grab handfuls of your ass while your thighs tremble and shake under his sweet indecent ministrations.
⊠Hell, this man would even eat you out at school between classes when Ethan really canât wait to have you alone for himself. Ethan would take you to the restroom and press you against the wall as he kneels before going down on you. His head would be snuggled between your thighs as you look down to find his filthy gaze not leaving yours until he can hear you moan his name while you cream on his tongue. It simply feels like heaven to Ethan.
⊠Your boyfriend will even eat you out just to get rid of his stress, as Ethan paws at your skirt and then sliding his hand underneath it to caress the lace of your panties, after you both came back home from a long tiring day. « Please baby⊠Iâm stressed, just need to eat you out real quick⊠Iâll be good⊠Can I ? », Ethan pleads you as he nuzzles your pulsating neck with his cold nose, pressing encouraging kisses there.
⊠Ethan feels immensely proud about giving you such pleasure only with his mouth and to hear those sweet sounds of yours mixed with little cries of his name, it all sounds like the most perfect music to his ears. After a session where your boyfriend knows that he did a particularly good job at making you feel good just by seeing the blush on your face, Ethan would silently look at you with a smug smile like the nerd he is.
⊠Ethan would make eye contact with you when he knows youâre close to reaching your climax. His eyes being half lidded white how pussy drunk he is.
⊠If you squirt while he eats you out, Ethan will feel so proud that he wonât ever shut up about it as he gently encourages you to do it again for him.
⊠After giving you so many orgasms with his mouth, a long session that leaves your pussy sensitive and puffy because of his lips, Ethan would so gently and softly kitten licks your pretty cunt and press little kisses on your clit, like the sweet boyfriend he is.
⊠While going down on you and after taking care of you, Ethan would praise you so much as he leaves kisses all over your face and pampers you with lovely words that he reserves only for you, his perfect girlfriend, « You did so well for me, angel. »
⊠Well, Ethan worships your pussy if that wasnât clear enough.
⊠But what Ethan favors to do the most is folding your knees up into your chest so he can have full access to you and literally do whatever he wants to your pussy. Ethan would sometimes add two of his fingers when he wants to give you even more pleasure while sucking on your clit, twirling his tongue around it and lapping at your folds like the sweet puppy he is as he tries his best to tongue fuck you.
⊠When Ethanâs finished with you, as youâre so overstimulated that your legs go limp when he releases them, barely able to feel your legs anymore seeing how much strength your boyfriend applied on them. Some marks already start forming as Ethan apologetically presses kisses on your bruised skin, his face now covered in your juices as his mouth glistens. Ethan would give you the sloppiest kiss ever to make you taste yourself on his tongue, as he whines in your mouth at the feeling of having done a good job at making you feel good. During this kind of kiss, Ethan feels restless as he uncontrollably paws at your chest and holds your face to deepen the kiss, as he rubs his still hard-on against your pussy. His pants dampened with his cum after cumming in his pants so many times, feels sticky on your skin while he humps himself on your poor overstimulated and swollen clit. Yet, Ethan will never forget aftercare as he cleans you up like his dear little princess before cuddling you. Ethan is the loveliest puppy as he holds you tight in his arms, moving you closer to his body before he gets sleepy and rests his head on your shoulder, snoring lightly in your ear while he nuzzles against your face.
đ Ethan Landry Masterlist đ
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Period sex (franco x reader)
Smut; 18+
contains: period sex, cock warming
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âquerida, whatâs wrong?â franco asked swiftly moving to you
ânothing, itâs just my periodâ, his eyebrows furrow.
âagain, isnât it early?â he asks with a bit of worry and shock in his voice.
shrugging you answer âyeah, it happensâ
âoke, let me go get you suppliesâ franco says practically running out the door.
âi donât need anything!â you try yelling after him, but he is already long gone. with a small exhale you lay yourself back down onto the bed, hoping resting will ease the pain. after some time franco returns from the shops with pads and chocolates, and cranberry juice because the internet said it helps with cramps. âi donât think it does, but thank youâ looking through the supplies you notice he managed to get all of them correct, âfranco, how did you get all of them rightâ you ask in confusion.
âi just pay attentionâ he says, kissing your cheek, gently moving to your ear and whispering âthe internet also said having sex during your period eases the cramping.â
bringing your arms up to his chest and slightly moving away from him, you look at him weirdly âi thought you were scared of blood?â
âi think i'll manageâ he says with a smile spreading across his cheeks.
âyou sure?â you are still not fully convinced.
âpositiveâ he mumbles against your lips. while sloppily kissing you, franco moves his hands from your hips to your waist so he can guide you more easily to the bed where letâs go for just a second so you can climb on it.
before he manages to follow you and get on the bed you tell him to grab a towel, and he is gone for less then a second, coming back with the fluffiest towel you have ever seen. you lay down on your back and lift your hips so he can slide the towel underneath you, after doing so franco gets on the bed and eagerly crawls over to you, stopping when your faces meet.
shyly smiling at him you pull him in by his hair, kissing him sweetly, he deepens the kiss by gently moving his arms along your waist under your shirt, âsit up a bit, let me take it offâ he quickly takes both of your shirts off and throws them to the side, making sure he obliges to your soft tugs at his hair, he comes back face to face with you, lovingly looking into your eyes, and kissing you again.
gently working his hands down to your waist he hooks his fingers into your shorts and underwear and tugs them off, looking at your naked body with lust, which you are now trying to cover from his gaze with your hands, he lightly prys your arms away, kissing you on the jaw, and whispering in your ear âplease donât cover up, i love every bit of youâ.
with a blush spreading across your cheeks, you cup his face in your hands, âkiss me properlyâ you say turning an even deeper shade of red in your face. franco could never say no to you, lovingly he moves his lips onto yours. âcan we startâ he asks you slightly out of breath from your makeout session, you nod your head, wanting nothing more than to feel him inside you, so franco in a swift movement takes his sweatpants and underwear off, his dick springing up, and hitting his lower abdomen. the sight pulling a quiet moan from your lips.
franco smirks at that, and gets on the bed between your legs, adjusting slowly at your entrance, glancing up at you one last time to ask for permission, âpleaseâ you whine, now becoming desperate, so he bottoms out in a single thrust. kissing and lightly nipping along your neck while you adjust to him, turning your head to him, you catch his lips in another short but sweet kiss. breaking the kiss you look at him, him finally getting the hint and thrusting his hips slowly but firmly against you, making sure to pull out almost all the way out.
after a while of franco keeping the same perfect speed, you bring your hand down to play with your clit, where he playfully swats it away, âlet me do itâ, saying it at the same time as placing his thumb on your clit and moving it in figure eights, making you moan from the pleasure. âyou like that?â he asks, a smirk forming on his lips.
âyou know i doâ you playfully snap back, making him also smile and lower himself onto his arms which are now resting next to your head, his face millimeters away from yours, where you can smell his minty breath, ever stopping his movement. teasingly you drag your nails up his sides from his waist to his shoulders, where you slightly dig them into the skin, making him release a breath groan.
âcan you thrust harder? iâm getting close nowâ you ask sweetly, making him release another groan.
âyour wish is my commandâ he says with a smirk, thrusting in you harder.
you let out a moan, âyeah, like thatâ, and with a few final thrusts franco brings you over the edge making you cum all over him, now thrusting very slowly and lightly to help you ride out your high. he gently wraps his arms around your waist and rolls you over onto him, while still being comfortably situated in you.
moving your head to look up at him, you give him a questioning glance, âwhat, cock warming is supposed to further help with easing the crampsâ.
âi donât think that's true, but whatever, as long as i can cuddle with you iâm happyâ you say, now moving your head to rest it against his chest, where his steady heartbeat slowly lulls you to sleep.
âjust try resting a bitâ he says, giving your temple one final kiss and dragging the covers over you two.
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What about all of this is real? We are.
This is not how they end.Â
It hasnât even been a week but it feels like a fucking eternity. Itâs not the first time Buckâs been dumped, not the first time someone has walked out on him when he wanted more, but itâs the worst heartache heâs ever felt and he knowsâ he knows itâs because this isnât how things are supposed to go for them.Â
Heâs done feeling sorry for himself. Heâs not giving up on Tommy, on what they have together.Â
And he doesnât think Tommy is done with them, either.Â
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The drive to Tommyâs house isnât fast but it passes in a blur; between the peak hour traffic and usual gridlock he has plenty of time to ruminate on everything he wants to say, and all the arguments Tommy can throw at him and all the ways Buck can rebut them.Â
Pulling into the drive, he doesnât notice the unfamiliar car parked next to Tommyâs truck. Heâs walking up the front path and knocking with insistent force before he even registers leaving the jeep. Heâs on a mission.Â
Soon as the door opens Buck is barging his way inside. âYou donât get to decide whatâs best for me or how I feel!âÂ
With a resigned, if somewhat bitchy sigh, Tommy mutters, âCome on in,â and closes the door behind him.Â
âI know how I feel about you and it isnât some passing infatuation, Tommyâ I love you!â He goes harder than he means to, and heavier on the blame, but he thinks he gets the main points across.Â
Tommy stares at him for a moment, not saying anything. Buck starts getting restless again. If Tommy has nothing to say to that then Buck has plenty more. He gears up to lay the rest of his cards on the tableâ
When someone clears their throat behind him.Â
Buck whips around to find a strange man standing in Tommyâs living room, beer bottle in hand.Â
âOh.â A pang of something ugly lances through Buckâs heart. âGuess you moved on faster than I did,â he mutters darkly.
The mystery man cracks a humorless laugh. âNot fucking likely.âÂ
Buck doesnât know what to do with that.
âSal Deluca,â the man says, stepping forward and extending his hand. Buck takes it, incandescent jealousy and the throbbing heartache thatâs made breathing difficult all week making way for a numb sort of recognition. Heâs heard mentions of Sal, and the face clicks with some old photos heâs seen in Tommyâs photo albums; because Tommyâs old school like that and has printed photos in physical albums people can flip through. Sal is an old friend of his who moved away years ago. âWorked with this lug back at the 118,â he says. âAnd we are not boning or romancinâ each other.âÂ
Buck catches Tommy rolling his eyes.Â
âIn fact, Iâm in town for the first time in almost a year and what do I find? This idiot throwing away the best thing thatâs ever happened to him.âÂ
âSal.âÂ
Sal ignores Tommyâs warning tone, trains his eyes on Buck, his voice pitched low and sincere. âI donât even know you, but I know that much.âÂ
He leaves with a clap to Tommyâs shoulder and something muttered that sounds like, âDonât screw this up again,â and then heâs out the door.Â
âYou should go,â Tommy says quietly, when itâs just the two of them standing there, too far apart.
Now that Buck gets a better look at him, Tommy looks tired. Ragged. Like he hasnât slept in a week. Buck can relate. âNo.â
âBuckââ
âDonât you dare.â He tries sounding fierce but it just comes out broken. Heâs never been âBuckâ to Tommy and he sure as hell doesnât wanna start now. That name means theyâre over, and heâs not letting that happen without a fight. âI said, I love you.â
âI heard you.â
âAnd, what? You donât believe me? Or you think Iâm too dumb to know when Iâm in love with someone?â
âI never said thatââ
âIâve been in love before, Tommyâ more than once. And just because they were women and youâre the first guy I fell for doesnât make what I feel any less real!âÂ
âBut it doesnât mean itâs going to last.â
He sounds tired, too. Like maybe heâs been up all night every night thinking about them. Maybe he leaned on Sal like Buckâs been leaning on Eddie; a good friend who lets you pour your heart out until thereâs nothing left but a hollow ache in your chest, drained eyes and confusion.Â
But the worst part is how resigned he seems, like itâs over and thereâs nothing to be done about it. Thereâs a lot Tommy hasnât thought through properly.Â
âI may be new to being bisexual, but that doesnât mean my heart is new. And frankly, itâs pretty insulting of you to assume I donât know what Iâm feeling, or how Iâll feel months or years from now.âÂ
That seems to land like a blow, Tommyâs already creased brow pinching as he looks away. âYou donât have experience with menââÂ
And that fucking does it. âIâm not a kid, Tommy! I donât need you to tell me what I need! And Iâm not any of those guys who hurt youâ doesnât matter if they were gay, or bi, or whatever!â Buck wants to yell at him some more: call him a coward, an asshole for predicting the worst in people. Â
Tommy shakes his head. He still doesnât look at Buck.
âYou donât get to just end this because youâre scared. Thatâs not how this worksâ weâre supposed to talk about it.â Itâs been a constant in their relationship: talking things through. Itâs the first relationship Buckâs had with such an open and honest line of communication, and thereâs no way he could go back to anything else.Â
Tommy looks up, then, and meets Buckâs gaze. His eyes are watery and his words come out choked. âI donât want to end this.âÂ
âThen donât,â Buck pleads, daring to close a bit of the distance between them.Â
Tommy pulls back. Not far, and not much with his feet, more with his shoulders, but itâs enough to make Buckâs heart sink.Â
Because Tommy is denying himself â like that night before he first kissed Buck and changed his life for the better; he was so hesitant to believe that he was part of their team, too â heâs not letting himself have something good because he doesnât think he deserves it, doesnât think itâs real. âWeâre not too good to be true.â
âWhat?âÂ
âYou said that, about the parking space,â Buck recalls. Heâs run the conversation over in his head a thousand times since that night.
âThatâs.. not what I meant.â Tommy seems less convinced by his own words, now.Â
âEvery other relationship Iâve had has fallen apart because I didnât see the end coming,â Buck admits. âBecause we werenât compatible. And part of me was worried with you, at first, because Iâd always been the one who ends up alone.â Itâs painful to think about, to think Tommy could be just another in a long line of people Buck wore his heart on his sleeve for but who didnât want him as much in return. âBut you kept proving to me over, and over that you were there for me, and you wanted me around, and you didnât think I was too much.â Buck has to swallow around the desperate rasp coming through in his voice now. He blinks to keep his vision clear.
Thereâs something there, then: a look on Tommyâs face telling him plainly that he could never be too much for him, that thatâs not what this about. And thereâs something else familiar, too: fear. The same glimpse of fear Buck saw that night before Tommy walked out on him. The same kind of fear Buckâs seen in the mirror his whole life.Â
Tommyâs afraid they wonât last.Â
Tommyâs afraid heâs not enough.Â
âPlease donât think like that,â Buck pleads again. âLike thereâs an expiration date for us.âÂ
âI canât help it.â
âYes, you can!â Buck erupts again, frustrated with how willing Tommy is to just roll over and let their relationship die. âJust believe in us! Tell me what I have to do to get you to believe how serious I am about youâ how much I care about you, and see you for who you are, and want all of you for as long as possible.âÂ
Tommy shakes his head, eyes downcast, and Buck canât take it anymoreâ he closes the remaining distance between them. Stands toe to toe with Tommy, proximity alone silently demanding he listen to what he has to say.
âHey,â he says softly, but with that same dogged determination thatâs been distilled over the years into something less reckless and more mindful. He curls a finger under Tommyâs chin, gently nudging it up until he looks at him.Â
Thereâs armor in place, but Tommyâs peeking through. And he hasnât moved away. He hasnât given up, not completely. He needs Buck to fight for them, to know theyâre worth fighting for. Maybe then heâll finally believe they can make it.
âI love you. Iâve been searching my whole life for a love like this, so donât tell me this isnât realâ I know how I feel,â Buck insists, then calms. âAnd I think you feel the same.âÂ
âEvanââ
âYou donât get to end this because youâre scared. Thatâs not how this works. And Iâm not giving up on us. So you can fight me, or you can fight for us.âÂ
Tommy exhales a shaky breath, averting his eyes again. Buck can see the tears making them wet, tracking down his cheeks as he ducks his head. He can hear them in the way Tommyâs voice wavers. âYou think too highly of me, kid.â Itâs not a jab, the name. Tommyâs protecting his vulnerable underbelly.Â
âDo you trust me?âÂ
Tommy takes a beat. âI want to,â he confesses, quiet in the small space where their bodies donât touch, could touch but not yet; heâs holding his breath.Â
Buck braces himself. âDo you love me?â Itâs a simple question, one heâs pretty sure he knows the answer to. But those few seconds before Tommy speaks are nerve wracking as hell and long enough for a thread of doubt to try to weave its way back into his mind â the same doubt heâd finally quashed before he jumped in his jeep and drove across town: what if he read this all wrong? What if Tommy doesnât actually love him? His own breath catches painfully in his lungs; heâs on a precipice, heart balanced for a freefall that could see him plummet to the ground, or.. or spread wings, and.. fly.Â
Tommy lifts his head, his beautiful eyes rimmed red and making his irises that much bluer by contrast. âEvan, Iâm so in love with you,â he breathes out; a sigh of anguish, like truth and painful honesty, airing grievance out into the world so that it might ease the weight sitting on his chest, the kind that makes it hard to breath, hard to exist. âYouâll be the death of me, kid.âÂ
Itâs not the first time heâs said that, although the other times were under very different circumstances. But it was always playful, and Buck can see the words for what they are now: a defense mechanism. Buckâs heart aches for him, but Tommyâs admission also sets something aglow in his own chest, something warm and pure and precious. âIâm not going to hurt you,â he promises.Â
âYou donât know that.âÂ
âI do know it. Weâve both been hurt beforeâ but we donât need to hurt each other. And, I get itâ you were trying to protect yourself when you walked out on me that night.â
Tommy moves to turn away, ends up just shuffling in place. He still wants to be close to Buck.Â
âWhy canât we just try? âCause if you think youâre the only one whoâd be heartbroken if this doesnât work out, youâre wrong.â Heâs realized some things this past week: he doesnât adhere to whatever bullshit stereotype there is about men who are bi or people who come to terms with their queerness later in life â he doesnât need to play the field or experiment or whatever crap Tommy tried to pass off as reason enough to justify his fears. He also realized that he loves Tommy â more than heâs ever loved anyone, more than he thought was possible to love someone but maybe always secretly hoped was in his future, even when that dark voice in his head tried to convince him no one would ever love him as much.Â
But Tommy does. Tommy loves him so much the thought of Buck breaking up with him scared him into ending things before he could get his own heart broken. But what he feels for Tommy isnât some kind of puppy love or something heâll grow out of or get bored of; itâs real, and Tommy thinking heâs not enough, that heâs not forever-kind-of-love material doesnât dissuade Buck any; heâs intimately familiar with issues of self worth.
Whatever insecurities Tommy has about being someoneâs last love doesnât apply to Buck. âYouâre enough, for me. Youâre everything, actually. Everything I ever wanted and more I didnât know I could want.âÂ
A heavy moment passes between them where Buck sees his words sink in. They seem to weigh Tommy down, even more.Â
He wants so badly to reach out, to speak the words into his mouth, press them into his skin until Tommy canât deny how real they are because heâll feel them with every breath, every movement.
âI donât want to lose you,â Tommy admits, voice soft and more vulnerable than Buckâs ever heard it. âI canât lose you, Evan. If you ask me to try, and thenââ he cuts himself off, shakes the thought away, tries to barricade himself back behind his armor.Â
Maybe Buck canât fully understand Tommyâs fear because he hasnât experienced what he has, but he knows what itâs like to try and fail, to love and be left. But the two of them are on the same page this time â for everything that matters â not reading from separate books like Buck and all of his exes. âDid I ever tell you about Thomas and Mitchell?âÂ
âUm, no. I donât think so. Friends of yours?â Buck can see Tommyâs still raw, still hiding, but he goes along with it, gives him the opening, like heâs always done.
âNo, they uh.â Buck swallows, the memory still affects him even all these years later. âThey were an elderly gay couple I met on a call a few years back. Well, I met Thomas. Sat with him after he watched his husband die.âÂ
Tommy tries to look unimpressed with having to listen to a sad story â heâs more of a romcom guy; lighthearted storylines and happy endings, Buck knows â but his face crumples a bit in sympathy.Â
âHe said, Mitchell was his heart, and that they wanted to go together. I could see how heartbroken he was, and the thought of loving someone like that and then losing them? I couldnât imagine what that must be like.âÂ
Tommy doesnât say it but Buck can almost hear his gently snarky tone: weâre not dead, Evan. He can see the words held back behind the purse of Tommyâs lips.Â
âI told him I hoped to find a love like that some day. And he told me something Iâve carried with me ever since.â Tommy searches his face, and Buck feels the truth of Old Thomasâ words in this moment. âHe said: you donât find it, you make it.âÂ
Tommy blinks. âAre you saying you want to grow old with me?â
Buck canât help his smile; itâs the first real one heâs had because of Tommy all weekâ one not tinged in pain and regret. Thereâs the Tommy he knows and loves. âIâm saying, I want to make it with you. Because these past six months have been the best of my life, Tommy. And I realized itâs because I found youâ my personâ and I want to make a future with you.âÂ
And thereâs that tentative smile â the same one Tommy wore on their makeup coffee date all those months ago when he gave Buck a second chance.Â
They deserve a second chance, now. They deserve to try.Â
âI canât move in with you,â Tommy settles on, and it sounds like a but, like: I canât move in with you, but I want to be with you.Â
Buck shakes his head before Tommy even finishes. âThatâs okay, we donât have to live together.â He knows the unspoken yet doesnât go unnoticed for the way Tommyâs narrowed eyes assess him. Thereâs no use hiding it. âI do want to live with you, some day. I want to build a life with you. But, we can take it slow.â
âI donât think âslowâ is in your repertoire.â Itâs a joke. Tommyâs smile is less fragile, his armor lowered.Â
Buck smiles again, hopeful; Tommyâs coming out of hiding.Â
He reaches out, fingertips grazing Tommyâs, his movements unhurried. Tommy lets him tangle their fingers together.Â
âYeah?âÂ
âYeah,â Tommy says, âOkay.âÂ
Buckâs falling, diving, soaring. And heâs not alone. âWould a kiss be out of the question right now?âÂ
That crinkly smile that Buck loves so much finally makes its return, creasing around Tommyâs eyes like rays of sunshine. He didnât realize just how much he missed the sight of Tommyâs joy until heâs faced with it head on, bright and gorgeous. He feels nourished in its presence, especially knowing heâs the cause of it. He thinks itâs okay to be a little proud of that.Â
Tommy kisses him. Ohâ this.. heâs missed this: the press of Tommyâs lips on his, his stubble scraping against Buckâs skinâ catching on Buckâs own scruff. He slides a hand up Tommyâs chest, feeling the warm, toned bulk of him. Hooks his fingers around Tommyâs neck to pull him in more, bring their bodies flush, slip his tongue into Tommyâs mouth and get a proper taste of him.
One of Tommyâs large hands fits tentatively to Buckâs hip, one last show of hesitance. Buck disentangles their fingers and covers both of Tommyâs hands, moving them to rest heavier, grip him firmly, with no room for uncertainty.
âNo more running away,â Buck murmurs, nose brushing alongside Tommyâs. He feels more than sees Tommy shake his head.
âNo more running,â he agrees, following with another lingering kiss thatâs begging to be deepened.
Buck breaks it to add: âWeâre in this together.âÂ
Tommy nods. âIâm with you.â
Itâs not how he thought their first love confessions would go, but theyâll be stronger for it, he knows that much. And he knows Tommy loves him. And Tommy knows Buck loves him in return. And thatâs a pretty good starting place for a second chance.Â
#bucktommy#fixit#fanfiction#tevan kinkley firepilot#evantommy#the episode that shall not be named#.txt#quick note: while the breakup is recognised in this (bc i fix it) the abby bs is not. we don't recognise that shit in this house#also: yes the title is from that destiel scene :3#i apologise for the excessive use of the em dash and italics. i was vibin.
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