#and thinking about how nice it would be to have that much time to be home with family and have no responsibilities except little chores

[neuary]

You're all I can think of, every drop I drink up.

MINORS DNI!! MINORS DNI!! MINORS DNI!! MINORS DNI!!

contents ⇀ Manager!Mc, AFAB reader, titsucking, fingering, handjob, B.Saja hates your guts (at first but then he starts fucking it), Lots of petnames from him and he calls you 'manager' a lot here, mentions of alcohol, lots of teasing from him, switch reader(and a lil of B.saja), I give him a name here because I refuse to call him Baby Saja the whole time.

side note — im also planning on making a whole lore about how Mc became their manager and yes im calling the reader mc bcs im a LADS fangirl and have grown used to it LOLL

Your impression of him had been sour. 

He'd often express great disliking towards you because a mortal human would be handling their group. And the fact that you made a deal with Gwi-Ma for this job just made you more irritating. 'Human greed as always.' He'd say, as if his words held no hypocrisy. But you'd always try to remain professional, putting up with his mean remarks masked as 'criticism' as well as the obvious glares whenever you're in the same room. 

He hated you and you did your best to work around that.

Your first proper interaction happened late at night when he found you drinking alone in the bathroom. You looked like a mess. Hair sticking out in different directions as tears stained your cheeks, the sight looked absolutely pathetic he just had to sit and watch.

You offer him a drink and he accepts because who says no to alcohol? Well not him.

He drinks with you, watching as you take in sips of the booze directly from the bottle. Nothing he hasn't seen before, human nature at its lowest point. You start to spill out your thoughts, telling him about how hard it is to be their manager, and even if he didn't care to listen you had to let it out as a drunken statement just for tonight.

He listens and may or may not have been reminded of his humanity. He still didn't like you, but you were tolerable as of now.

And from that point on, you'd both drink together late at night in the bathroom, time to time. He let it happen, maybe because the fact that you're drunk means you wouldn't be able to remember much of what he's saying. Or maybe because the company you both shared on the cold tiled floor just felt nice.

Then one night he enters the bathroom and he sees you there fully sober. "Hey." You greet him. Opposed to the usual, "Babbbyyyyyyy!" That'll leave from your lips every time you see a blur of blue hair in your drunken state.

"Not drinking tonight?" He asks, his expression blank as he sits next to you.

"No.. I'll just get a hangover and it'll make the job worse for me."

"We just ran out of booze didn't we?"

"Yeah that too I guess."

Silence falls between you two, and you soon ask him a sober question.

"What's your real name?"

"Why do you want to know?"

"Calling you 'Baby' is a little too awkward for me."

"With how many times you've said it, I'm surprised."

Your face flushes as you look down.

"I was drunk those times okay?.. But you don't have to tell me, It's not—"

"Daewon."

You look at him, surprised that he'd actually tell you. "So is it fine if I call you that now?"

"I don't really care." 

Is what he said, though he didn't expect to be caring about it at all now that he has you in his bed. Underneath him, half naked, your panties pushed to the side as his fingers pushed in and out of you. 

"Daewon..!" You'd say in between his thrusts, your face flushed and hidden behind your hands. 

The sight thrilled him, wanting to push you further. 

"I want to see you, manager." He coos, leaning down to tease you more. His free hand moves yours away from your face, you could tell how much he enjoyed your reactions with just his breathing alone. "Well aren't you pretty? Haha.. Want me to go faster?" 

"Mghh..! Please! Fffuck..!! I.." 

"Mm, yeah? What is it manager?" 

"Yyou're.. Aaahh..! Sssuch a prick..mmm!" 

"Watch it, beautiful. I'm the one knuckles deep inside this pussy, do you really think you should be speaking to me like that?" 

God he's such an asshole. But really, that only turned you on. Every taunt that came out of his mouth made you writhe and whine at the palms of his hand, the very same palms that groped at your body, taking your clothes off bit by bit, unclasping your bra as he asks if he can have a taste. 

It came out more teasing than asking though, the shiteating grin on his face as vexatious as ever. "Wanna taste you so bad gorgeous, you'll let me right?" 

"Just do it already..mmghh.." 

"Oh but it seems like you don't want me to." 

"Daewon, I swear to god—Aghh..!" 

You can feel the smirk that forms on his lips as he starts to suck on your chest. 

"You like my name a lot?" He kisses at your collar bone, "Gonna scream it out for me?" He licks down up until your cleavage, his other hand still working on making you cum as the other holds your tit directly at his tongue. He puts it in his mouth, sucking and lapping up at your nipple, letting it go with a pop as he gives the same attention to the other. You continue to whine complaining about the pace he's going, your pussy clenching at his fingers. 

The way your eyes sharply squints at his direction has every vein in his body quiver, the electrifying feeling of it pulsing up until his cock. He needed you, so bad but he still wanted to test how desperate you can get. 

"You're complaining a lot but this cunt tells me otherwise.. hah.. mm, show me how bad you want it yeah?" His hands take a break from fondling your breasts, leading you to feel the bulge in his pants. "Show me.. mm..ah.. I know you want to.." 

You hesitate, because you want to get him back thanks to how pent up he's made you. 

But the look he gave you leaves you torn with the options you had in mind. "Is it my turn to beg?" He chuckles, "You're so cute.. hah.." 

"You're sssoo.. mmghhff..ffuck.. I hate how good yyyou.. aare at thisss.. aaa...nnmmhhh.!" 

"Flattery won't get you anywhere but my cock, gorgeous... Haha.. Keep going, yeah?" 

He pulls your hand onto the tent in his pants, making you more feel more hotter than before. He felt big.. No, he is big. With a face like his you wouldn't expect it at all, and the way he's looking at you suggests that he's intent on making you remember that. 

"Feel that? That's all you." He smiles before kissing you, his lips traveling down to your collar and chest once again. He groans at your touch, smiling against your skin as he feels you give in to his request. "Mmhh.. That's right.. Stroke my cock." 

You place your hand at the base of his bulge before going at the hem of his pants, taking his cock out. You start out slow, teasing him back by grazing your fingertips onto his shaft, softly going up and down. 

"Please. You can do better than that." He whispers directly at your ear, his words coming out more as a demand. 

"You can beg better than that." You bite back, earning another smile from the demon. His fangs are visible as he bites at your shoulder without warning, slobbering it up after with kisses and licks. 

"So it is my turn after all. 'Want it fifty-fifty, is that it?" 

"Mmghh.! ..ahh" You could feel his fingers press harder into your pussy, his thumb bundling up your clit to stimulate you further, "Daewon..ahhh just..mmghh.. ffuhh.. fff..fuckk..!" 

"Fffuhh..ffuuuhh?" He mocks, quickening his pace, "ffuuuckkkkk you? Haha.. mmmghh, that what you want from me, gorgeous?" 

You felt even more flushed with the names he keeps throwing at you, unable to keep up but still unwilling to drown into his control. 

"Yeahh ahhhggg... So what iff..I do?.. You're supposed to..mmm do what I say anyway..ahh.." 

"If you're gonna be so demanding you should try not look so good while getting fingered by me, manager.. haha." His voice was a low, wicked murmur, his breath hot against your ear. Each word sent shivers down your spine, making you arch into his touch instinctively. He chuckled darkly, a sound of pure satisfaction.

"Mmm, you're so responsive, manager... I can feel you clenching.. Craving more." 

You could feel the hard length of him pressing insistently into your palm, a silent promise of what was to come. He was teasing you, pushing you to the brink of desperation with his slow, sensual thrust. He just needed you to beg for it. To really beg for it. To scream your desire out to him so he can finally have you right then and there. You wanted it as bad as he did didn't you? Your pretty face says it all as he tries his hardest to hide the look on himself.  

He drank in the sight. The desperate need written plainly across your features, the hunger that mirrored his own. The thought of it made him twitch, knowing he could reduce you to this state with just his touch and teasing words. His ego swelled at the realization, cock throbbing with anticipation. His lips brushes against yours in a ghost of a kiss, not quite touching but close enough to feel the heat radiating from them. He moves back onto your breasts, the slick of his drool drips down, his eyes stuck to yours. "Come on, gorgeous... mm.." He places a peck on your nipple, "Don't hold back now. I want to hear you scream my name like you mean it.." He heavily sighs, "Fuck, the way you look at me, like you need me more than your next breath... it's fucking intoxicating."

His fingers held both your tits in place, allowing him to suck and lick as he pleases as the other continued stroking and circling your clit. He could feel the slick heat of your arousal coating his fingers, and it took every ounce of control not to simply surge forward and bury himself inside you.

"Daaaewon..mmmm aghh fffuckk..!"

"Tell me how badly you want it, manager. Beg me for it." His voice was a low, dark rumble, sending vibrations through your chest. He nipped at your chest, soothing the sting with a flick of his tongue before pulling back slightly to search your eyes. "I need to hear it.." The tone of his voice almost let out a crack of neediness. 

"The way your pretty face flushes, the way you tremble and moan so sweetly... it's driving me insane. So be a good girl and give me what I want, yeah?"

He punctuated his demand with a sharp thrust of his fingers, pushing deep and curling against that perfect spot inside you. His thumb rubbed tight circles on your clit, the dual stimulation pushing you to the brink of ecstasy. He was close, so fucking close to snapping, to giving in to the urge to just take you. But he needed to hear you say it. 

You soon snap, having enough of his teasing. 

But you didn't dare beg. Hell no. 

You retaliate, squeezing at his cock so suddenly, not enough to hurt but to get a reaction from the demon. His eyes shot open, lips letting go of your breasts as he lets out a strained moan. "Aghhmm..!? What the fuck are y..! Ahhhgg..mmm.." 

You rub your thumb over the tip of his dick, stroking him every few seconds as you switch between both actions. He starts to pant like a dog, too immersed from your touch to even notice that you've switched positions with him. A strangled moan tore from his throat, the sound a mix of surprise and pleasure as your hand tightened around his aching cock. His hips jerked forward, seeking more of that delicious friction, and he found himself momentarily short of words.

"Nnngghh... fuck..." He gasped out, his voice ragged and raw. The feeling of your thumb swirling around the sensitive head of his cock sent electricity up his spine, making him shudder and groan. He was so fucking hard, his dick twitching and leaking, desperate for more. 

The power dynamic had shifted, and the realization sent a thrill of excitement through him. He gazed up at you, eyes glinting with a mix of annoyance and arousal. A smirk tugged at his lips, slowly spreading into a wicked grin. "Hahh.. Playing hard to get? mm.. I didn't tell you to do that..hah.." He chuckled darkly, his hands gripping your hips and pulling you down against his straining erection. He rolled his hips upwards, grinding against your slick heat and letting out a low groan.

You visibly react, shuddering at his length that's underneath your sex. 

"You think you're sooo clever hm? Haha. You have no idea how dangerous it is to tease a demon like this." His voice was a low, seductive rumble, his eyes glinting with predatory intent. 

"Your cock is telling me otherwise." You compose yourself, tugging at his cock sensually. He hisses, the friction making him even more aroused. "Haha.. mgh.. You're sooo cute." You mock, copying the tone of his voice. 

He made no move to reclaim control, instead letting you continue. He arched into your touch, his body trembling with the effort of holding back, allowing you to set the pace. It was a small victory, but a sweet one nonetheless. You could feel your own heart racing in your chest, your breaths in each other's faces as you come closer to have a quick taste of his lips. 

The air was thick with the scent of sex. He could see the hunger in your eyes as you gazed down at him, and it only fueled his own desire.

"So, what now, gorgeous?" He looks up at you, placing a hand on your lower back. 

You remove his touch on you, pinning his hand onto the bed, the back of his head thumps against the headboard. 

Breathless, you gaze down at him as you shift to strip your panties off "Now.. ha.. You sit there and take it." 

He found it adorable. So fucking sexy how you think you could boss him around like this. And honestly he's going to let you. What a sweet little mortal 'putting him in his place' like this when she can barely glare daggers at him in her state. 

"Do your worst princess." 

You crumple up your undergarments, shoving the fabric into his mouth without a second more to spend. He looked very shocked, rightfully so but his cock only felt more harder in your fingertips. 

You position his erection underneath you. Slowly, you sit down, feeling his size sink and throb inside you. You couldn't help but squeal, voice becoming higher in pitch as your breath gets heavy. You convulse onto him, your body fluttering, almost cumming on the spot. 

You move, his cock slipping in and out of you easily because of how soaked you got from his fingers. The sudden motion startles him, his hands fly right at your hips, gripping intensely. 

"Mmmgghhfff..!" The sound of his groans were drowned out by the panties gagging him shut. Your panties, fuck they tasted so good. They tasted like you and he can't wait to bury his face into them. 

"You're such a prick.. mghh.. Always.. haa.. being sso difficult." 

You say in between moans as you ride him, bouncing on his cock. A smirk tugged at the corners of his mouth around the fabric gagging him. The way you moved on his cock has Daewon mentally reminding himself to hold back, your slick walls gripping him like a vise, made it impossible for him to feel genuinely irritated. 

"Always making..ahh hhh.. Things so difficult for me.. haa.. fuckinggmm.! ssadist.."

He bucked his hips up to meet your downward thrusts, driving himself deeper into you. It was hard not to show the visible look of pleasure across your face, but you made sure to not break, still glaring daggers at him even with the fast pace of your breathing. You muster up a handful of self control to get a handful of his hair, tugging him towards you as you bite into his lip before removing the undergarments in his mouth. The cotton white panties hangs between your teeth as you pull away from him. He lets out a deep sigh, his breathing still shaky, matching yours as well as the way you move on his cock. 

"Aww..haaha.. I wanted to keep that." He grins, drool dripping from his mouth. His hands move to caress your back, a silent praise emitting from the skin ship. 

You drop the panties, using both hands to grip at his shoulders. 

You refuse to give him the satisfaction of a response from you, quickly shoving your tongue down his throat to shut him up.  He kisses back, your sounds clash together as he devours you like a starving man. You keep going, writhing as the taste of him engulfs your mouth like fire. The flavor of sweet mintiness spreads. 

He's the first to pull away, not bearing another second apart from your tits as he instantly smothers them with sloppy kisses. You tug on his hair, groaning curses and fucked out phrases that you don't even realize you were saying. His name felt so good on your tongue. "Daewon.." You'd whine. 

"Daewon.." 

He starts to go faster, fuckinh into you more. 

"Daewon ahh.." 

You match his pace, compelled to experience release. 

At this point you couldn't tell who was in charge, you both gave into your own hormonal urges, ravaging each other like animals. 

"Fuck...O ffuuck.. You feel so good, manager.." He whispers, still having his mouth pressed against your breasts. He just can't get enough. "I'm so close.. ahh.. hhh ha.."  

"Yyyeah? mmm.." You attempt to taunt him. "Already? hahahhh..." 

He laughs, pulling you closer to him, your tits flushed and pressed against his neck as he looks at you with a determined expression, grinning knowingly. "Look me in the eye and tell me.. ha.. you're not as desperate as I am to cum." 

Your smug expression falters, amusing him further. 

"Tell me, manager.." 

"Just..ahhh... mm..kkeep fucking me." 

He lets out another laugh, his smile wider as he thrusts harsher into you. 

"Yes ma'am." 

The pace intensifies and both your expressions drop into uncontrollable pleasure, eyes rolling back as well as squeezing shut once the orgasm in you snaps. Both of you grip on each other as if for your dear life. He felt so good, he felt so fucking good and you didn't know if you hated that he did or not. He was definitely sure however, that you felt the closest thing to heaven. Like a bottle of alcohol, he's sure he'll be getting addicted soon.

Im so sorry, I hope this was worth the wait yall <3

—neu

[soaps-mohawk]

Cherry Red, Crimson Blood

Chapter 57: Reunited And It Feels So Good

Summary: Settling into your new lives isn't going as smoothly as you had hoped. Luckily Johnny and Simon arrive to save the day.

Pairing: Poly 141 x reader

Word Count: 9,000 words

Warnings: NSFW, 18+, smut, explicit sexual content, p in v sex, threesome, oral, fingering, squirting, creampie, cum eating, slight choking but not really, crying during sex, dick so good 'mega passes out (only for a moment), Simon's big cock, Alpha/Beta/Omega dynamics, alternate universe, angst, domestic fluff, language

A/N: Happy 4th of July! Celebrate with some smut with British men!! this chapter about killed me but I got it done! I did it! yay me!

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The bed shifting wakes you. The room is dark as you open bleary eyes, your arm reaching out and finding nothing but warm sheets. You roll over into that warm spot, pressing your nose into the pillow.

John.

He’s gotten up, likely to go to the bathroom. You settle back in, pulling the blanket up higher around you. Kyle is off somewhere across the bed snoring softly. You sink into the warmth John left behind, phasing in and out of sleep for the next two hours. The sky starts to lighten as the sun starts to rise, and sleep starts to evade you.

You let out a quiet breath, rolling back over. John hadn’t returned, the bed devoid of his presence while you slid in and out of a light sleep. A frown pulls at your brows as you decide to get up, quietly slipping out of bed to avoid disturbing Kyle. You slip on a robe before you leave the room, heading down the hall to the kitchen.

John isn’t there either, but there’s a mug in the sink. You start the coffee, letting it drip before you head to the back door, looking out at the yard. John is kneeling in front of one of the built in planters, pulling out weeds. You step out into the cool morning, quietly sliding the door closed before approaching him.

“You’re up early.” You say, coming to a stop beside him.

“Couldn’t get back to sleep.” He says, not looking up at you as he tugs another weed out of the dirt. “Thought I’d get up and be productive.”

Another frown creases your brow but you don’t push, instead looking at the row of planters. “You want to plant something this year?”

“It’s early enough in the spring we could.” He says. “Flowers or a garden.”

“It might be nice to have some fresh vegetables this summer.” You say, rocking back and forth on your toes. “Or flowers would be pretty. Liven up the outside while we work on it.”

“A garden will take more work, but it’ll give us something to do while we work on getting things set up for animals.” He says.

“Now you’re thinking about animals?” You say, raising a brow.

“I always was,” he says, sitting back on his heels. “I just know we have a lot of work to do before we can think about getting any.” He looks out past the end of the patio to where the green grass disappears down a small hill. It’s starting to get long. “The fence needs some work back there, and we’d have to renovate the barn out there. It’s in dire need of repairs.”

You hum, looking out at the distance before looking back down at him. “You’ve been thinking a lot this morning.”

He shrugs, going back to weeding. “I’ve had a lot of time to think.”

So much for retirement being relaxing, you think, but then again, it’s good that he’s finding something to do with himself. You know he’d be going stir-crazy if he didn’t have something to do. He’s never going to be good at sitting still, not until he has no choice.

You head back into the house, Kyle up and making himself some tea.

“Morning, love.” he says, pressing a kiss to the side of your head. He passes you a mug for your coffee. “How long has he been out there?”

You shrug. “Probably a while. I heard him get up earlier before it was light out.”

“Think he’s eaten anything?” He asks, tossing his tea bag in the trash.

“Probably not.” You say, taking a sip of your coffee.

“I’ll start on breakfast, you keep an eye on him.” Kyle leans down to press a kiss to your lips before making for the fridge pulling out some eggs.

You take a seat at the table, hardly more than a card table with plastic chairs but it’s what you could get without committing to a full dining table yet. The couch and the bed had been the first purchases and now you were going to slowly accumulate more and more furniture over time.

You can see John out the window, still kneeling and weeding the planters. His brow is pulled in focus, gaze locked into the dirt. You’ve seen him like that before, the intense focus on his task, the drive to complete whatever goal he’s set out for himself. Some deep part of you is starting to feel a bit on edge about it, but at the same time, as long as he’s happy…

You go out to fetch him when breakfast is ready, avoiding stepping in any of the dirt piles laying on the concrete. “Breakfast’s ready.” You say, coming to stand beside him.

“I’ll be in, in a minute.” He says, not even looking up at you.”

You stand there for a long moment, waiting for any more acknowledgment but none comes. “Okay.” You say quietly before turning on your heel, making your way back into the house.

“He coming?” Kyle asks, setting out plates.

“He said he’ll be in soon.” You say, taking a seat at the table.

Kyle frowns, shaking his head. “Go ahead and eat. I’ll go get him.”

You watch Kyle step out the door, reaching for the eggs as he stops beside John, words passing between them before he walks back towards the house. John stays where he is for a moment before he gets up, brushing the dirt off his jeans before heading towards the house as well.

You try not to let it bother you. You really don’t want it to, but you can’t deny the pang of hurt that John brushed you off so easily, but he listened to Kyle. They have a bond stronger than yours, different than yours. They’ve been through combat together, they trust each other on a level you’ll never achieve.

Whatever Kyle said, it worked. That’s what you should be thankful for.

John smells like dirt as he passes, going to wash his hands before he sits at the table on your other side. You’re already eating, shoving down your emotions with every swallow.

It’s quiet at the table, that prickle still in the back of your mind that something is off lingering. Your omega is picking up on something, but you don’t know what it is. You knew there would be an adjustment period, that things would be hard for a while, but you hadn’t really known what to expect. Maybe this is the start of it. Maybe it’s just the three of you trying to figure out this new dynamic, this new world. It’s new to all three of you, and maybe you just need some time to settle in. Maybe this tingling will go away with time, as the three of you settle more and more into this new routine.

You can only hope.

The days continue to get warmer and warmer, the three of you focusing your efforts outside. You did decide on a garden this year, or at least to try and get something established for coming years. John had jumped right into that plan, buying plants and soil and fertilizer and all the supplies you’ll need to get it started.

That deep feeling that something is off continues to simmer beneath the surface, reaching out its spindly fingers every time you wake to find John gone from the bed, every time you see him so knee deep in a task he forgets the world around him. He’s still waking early, your body becoming in-tune with his early rises. You wake when the bed shifts, blinking in the darkness, rolling into the warm spot he leaves behind, waiting for him to return but he never does.

Some part of you knew they’d wake early. Well, John would. Kyle has taken to his newfound freedom well, sleeping in later than even you some days. You had laughed about it being his body catching up on missed sleep over the years. You wished John would be able to do the same, yet he continues to wake before the sun.

You want to talk about it, but you’re not sure how to broach the subject. There will be push back. You don’t doubt that one bit. You’re just not ready for a fight like that yet. Things have been going so well. The last thing you want is to shatter this veil of domesticity that you’ve put together.

You manage to catch him one morning, when he’s slow to rise from the bed. You roll before he can push himself up, half asleep as your fingers wrap around his arm.

“John,” You slur, tugging at his arm. “Stay.”

Even half asleep you expect him to brush you off, tuck you in and kiss your head. He does hesitate, but then he gives in, climbing back into the bed. You snuggle up to him, giving him no chance of escape as he wraps his arms around you, resting his chin on your head. You let out a content sigh, wanting to play out the dream of a lazy morning, waking in his arms as the sun rises.

You doze back off for a while, nose pressed against his chest, breathing in his scent.

You wake a couple hours later, still squished up against his chest. Kyle in his sleep has partaken in your master plan to trap John, rolling up against your back, his arm slung across you to rest against John’s hip. It’s warm between them, nearly stifling with the sun shining in the window, but you wouldn’t move if the world was on fire. You’re getting what you wanted, but at the same time, there’s a disingenuous feel to it all. John only stayed because you forced him. He’s likely only still here to avoid waking both you and Kyle.

He’s not asleep. You can tell by the way he breathes. You know him well enough to decipher the changes between his breathing, the tension in his body as he lays there with you. He likely didn’t go back to sleep at all, laying awake while the two of you dozed the morning away. He must be itching to get up, itching to do something with the morning besides sleeping it away.

Kyle wakes with a grunt, disappearing from behind your back as he pushes himself up to sit, wiping the sleep from his eyes. “Gotta piss.” He mumbles, crawling down to the end of the bed before disappearing into the bathroom.

You lay where you are, fingers brushing John’s chest, drawing small patterns against his skin. “Thank you for staying.” You murmur, shifting closer against him.

He hums quietly, wrapping his arms tighter around you. “Didn’t give me much of a choice.”

“I think you could have gotten away if you wanted to.” You say, pressing a kiss to his skin.

He lets out a sigh, rolling over until you’re pressed against the mattress under him. “And miss this?”

He has missed this. For days he’s been missing this.

You’d never say that out loud, though.

His face presses into your neck, breathing in your scent. Lips press gentle kisses against your skin, a content hum leaving your lips. Your hand sinks into his hair, neatly trimmed to your disappointment. There’s still time yet to convince him to grow it out.

You yelp as his teeth sink into your skin, pinching it between them. You smack his arm, trying to wiggle out from under him. “Rude!”

He chuckles, pressing a soft kiss to the skin he just bit. “You were thinking too much.”

You pout, tugging at his hair until his head lifts from your neck. “I always think too much.”

He hums, leaning down to kiss you. “You’re distracted this morning.”

“I’m distracted every morning, but you wouldn’t know that.”

It slips out before you can stop it, but he elects to ignore it.

He breathes against your lips, hips pressing against your leg. “You’ve been thinking too much this morning too.” You say, feeling the bulge in his sleep pants against your thigh.

His scent is thick in the air, projecting, though whether purposefully or not, you’re not sure. You’re no better than him, warmth starting to bloom between your thighs.

“I leave for two minutes and you’re already getting all worked up.” Kyle says, stepping out of the bathroom.

“We’ve been thinking too much.” John says, pulling back just slightly.

“Clearly.” Kyle says. “Don’t have too much fun.” He makes his way towards the door.

“Where are you going?” You ask, lifting your head up to stare at him.

“To start on breakfast.” He shrugs before leaving the room.

“Loser.” You say, flopping back onto the pillow.

“He’s just set on missing out, then.” John says, his hand resting on your stomach. “Hope he makes a big breakfast. You’re going to need it by the time I’m done with you.”

You let out a whine as his teeth nip at your lip, his hand sliding lower. Oh fuck…

Your legs are still shaking as you sit at the table happily nibbling on a piece of bacon. John sits beside you, sipping his tea and scrolling on his phone. Kyle is seated across from you, making quick work of his eggs and toast.

“Easter’s this weekend.” John says. “Simon and Johnny will be here Friday.”

“I’m shocked they’re not driving up Thursday night.” Kyle says.

“I’m sure Johnny wants to,” You say. “It’s probably Simon making him wait until Friday morning.”

“They’ll get here before midday.” Kyle says. “I’ll put money on that.”

“Johnny will have them on the road before the sun’s up. Lad’s excited to get here.” John says.

“He misses us.” You shrug, spooning eggs into your mouth.

“If it wasn’t for Simon, I don’t doubt he’d have retired too.” Kyle says.

It falls silent for a moment. Of course Johnny would never abandon Simon like that. He’s loyal to his alpha and he’ll follow him wherever he goes, no matter if it means splitting the pack up. You would have liked having Johnny here too, but at the same time, you’re glad Simon has him. The thought of Simon being alone in the barracks tugs at something in your heart. He’d do it, no doubt, but it would be a lonely existence.

“Do you think Simon will ever retire?” You ask quietly, piece of toast in hand, but you can’t bring yourself to take a bite.

“He’ll have to eventually.” John says. “The body wears down and Simon would never take a desk job.”

Or he’ll die in the field.

That truth remains unspoken, but all three of you know that risk. John and Kyle had lived it many times, and you had spent the better part of six months living that reality. Now you’re living it again. Even if the threat isn’t there for your entire pack now, it doesn’t lessen the worry you’ll always carry for Johnny and Simon.

“Do you think he’d ever retire for us?” You ask, voicing the hidden question you’ve had burning at the back of your mind ever since John announced his retirement.

John lets out a heavy breath. “That’s not a question I can answer,” he admits honestly. “You’d have to ask him that yourself.”

“So we’ll never know.” You say quietly, staring down at the last piece of bacon on your plate.

“Simon’s a complex man.” John says softly. “As much as I’d like to think I can, I can’t put myself completely in his head. There’s things he does that surprise even me sometimes.”

“It’ll be good to see them.” You say, cutting off the conversation before you can think too hard about it. “I’ve missed them.”

“So have I.” Kyle says, stealing the bacon off your plate, knowing you’re not going to eat anymore. Your appetite has been spoiled by the heavy topic of conversation. “I bet Johnny will cry when he sees us again.”

“Oh he’s definitely breaking down.” You agree.

“He’s going to cry, and then he’s going straight for the bed.” Kyle chuckles. “Your poor pussy is going to feel every day that he’s been away.”

You wince, squeezing your thighs together at the thought of how much she’s about to go through.

“Simon is going to be just as insatiable.” John says.

“We might as well sleep in the guest room on the air mattress.” Kyle says to John. “Probably won’t be getting much sleep that first night.”

“What, you don’t want to join in?” You ask, staring at them over your mug as you sip your coffee.

John’s gaze darkens, Kyle’s jaw twitching as they stare at you. There’s a sudden tension in the air, their scents starting to thicken.

“As much as we’d enjoy it, they deserve some time with you to themselves.” John says lowly, a subtle growl in his voice.

“We’ve been spoiled, getting to have you whenever we want.” Kyle says, his own voice pitched low and gruff. “Only seems right to give them that chance.”

A shiver runs down your spine as you stare at them, eyes flicking back and forth from John’s gaze to Kyle’s, then back. You feel small under the intensity of their gaze, the back of your neck tingling. A deep part of you is wanting to run, to give them chase, but you wouldn’t make it far. Down the hall maybe. Probably not even into the room.

“Smell that?” John rasps, taking in a deep inhale.

“Thought you wore her out already.” Kyle rumbles.

“Thought I did too.” John’s gaze is dark, another shiver running down your spine.

You can stop yourself as you jump up, racing towards the entrance to the kitchen. They’re on their feet almost as soon as you are, footsteps thudding behind you. You slip on the turn around the corner, flying down the hall to the room.

You just manage to get the door closed, flipping the lock before taking a step back. They’ll get through, you don’t doubt that. Instead your gaze turns towards the window, an idea popping into your head. You don’t care that your barefoot as you climb into the bed, pushing the window open. It gives a bit of resistance from the damp air outside but you get it open just enough to slip through and onto the patio. You take off towards the grass, hearing the sliding door open.

A body hits you from behind, forcing you down into the grass. You just made it off the patio, breathing hard as you land in the tall foliage. Kyle is on top of you, flipping you over onto your back, John right beside him. You’re laughing, kicking out at Kyle as he tickles your sides.

“Little shit.” He grins, not even breathing hard after the short run.

“Giving us chase, you little minx.” John says, pinning down your top half.

“Not my fault you were stinking up the house.” You giggle, giving up the fight.

“Enjoy that did you?” John asks, staring down at you.

“Yeah.” You breathe, staring up into those intense blue eyes.

You can see the thoughts behind those eyes, the ideas his brain is coming up with and storing for later. Another shiver runs down your spine at the thought.

Finally Kyle lets up, leaning his body over yours. You wrap your legs around his waist, tugging him down so he’s chest to chest with you. He grunts softly, catching himself on his elbows.

“We gonna make this a regular thing?” He asks, his thumb brushing your cheek.

“Do you want it to be?” You ask softly.

He smirks. “That’s up to you and how much you feel like running.”

You hum. “Might have to pull out my running shoes again.”

Kyle chuckles, pressing a kiss to your lips before sitting up on his knees. “Gotta work on that stamina.” He grins, his hand trailing up your side. “Johnny and Simon will get a head start on that.”

You swallow thickly, your scent starting to project again.

“Don’t get her riled up too much.” John says, shifting your wrists into one of his hands, the other dropping to brush across your lips. “She’s already had an exciting morning.”

“I didn’t get to have my fun.” Kyle says.

John releases you as you push yourself up to stand, staring down at him where he sits on his knees. You drag your fingers through his curls tugging his head back. “Maybe you should have stayed then.” You lean down, pressing a kiss to his forehead before stepping around him, making your way back towards the house.

“Shit,” he breathes, your ears just picking it up as you reach the sliding glass door.

A grin splits your face as you step back into the house, leaving them outside.

The bed dipping again pulls you from sleep. You roll over, reaching out but find nothing but air. The shadowy figure of John disappears into the gaping maw that is the bathroom before the door closes and the light turns on. You lay there in the dark, staring at the strip of light for a moment. You’re half tempted to get up, to beat him to the kitchen, finally confront him about his sleep, but Kyle chooses that moment to roll over and wrap his arms around you. You silently curse him, laying there as the bathroom door opens, John’s shadow making its way across the room and out the door.

You let out a sigh. John hasn’t been sleeping well. He’s up late and rises early, and you know he gets up sometimes during the night. You want to ask, you want to talk to him, but you don’t know how. You’re not sure he would talk to you, if he even could. Something’s up with him and it’s bothering you that you can’t help. Instead you lay there helpless in Kyle’s arms, staring at the wall until your eyes start to droop.

It’s light out when they open again. Kyle’s gone, his warmth fading from the bed. John’s side is cold, just as you expected. You lay there in the blankets for a moment, staring up at the ceiling illuminated by the sun coming in through the window. It’s Friday, which means Johnny and Simon will be on their way here soon, if they aren’t already. They had sounded excited on the call last night, and you can’t help but wonder if Johnny got any sleep. You hope he did considering he’ll be driving.

You climb out of bed finally, pulling on a pair of shorts before heading to the kitchen. The smell of toast and eggs wafts down the hallway, drawing you towards the sounds coming from the kitchen.

“Morning, love.” Kyle says softly, turning to look at you from the stove.

“Morning.” You say, rubbing your eyes as you head for the coffee pot.

John is seated at the table, nursing a tea with his phone in hand. He looks tired, dark circles like bruises under his eyes. You wonder what he does when he wakes so early. Go on a run? Sit and have an existential crisis? Scroll on his phone until his mind is numb and leaking out of his ears?

“Morning, sweetheart.” He murmurs over the top of his mug when you take a seat at the table.

“You were up early.” You say, your heart pounding in your chest. You’re pushing a boundary here, but curiosity is beginning to make you brave.

“Couldn’t get back to sleep.” Is all he says, setting his mug back down on the table. For some reason, it feels like a finality.

If you were braver, you’d push, but you don’t have it in you. Not when he’s looking like this.

Kyle interrupts the moment, or perhaps saves it, as he sets a plate of toast, eggs, and sausages down on the table. You’re not particularly hungry, but you eat anyway, knowing you’re going to need the strength later.

“Johnny and Simon left around 6 this morning.” John says.

“That early?” You frown.

“I’m surprised they didn’t leave earlier.” Kyle says.

“They should be here around noon.” John continues. “Perhaps earlier depending on if Johnny decides the rules of the road are actually rules.”

“Maybe later if he gets pulled over again.” Kyle says.

“He’s been pulled over before?” Your brows raise, though you’re not sure why you’re surprised.

“A few times.” John says. “He’s even gotten out of a ticket a couple times.”

“It’s the charisma and charm.” You say.

“Nah, he just plays dumb.” Kyle says.

“Or that.” You giggle.

The three of you finish breakfast and you set up to make sure the house looks perfect, even with its sparse furniture and décor. You want it to look good for Johnny and Simon. You want their first impression of your nest to be a good one. They’ll probably like it regardless. Anything will beat the barracks, but still, you have that drive to make sure everything is in its place and perfectly aligned.

Noon arrives with great anticipation, and you eagerly await the sound of tires on gravel outside.

You don’t have to wait long, your body up off the couch as soon as you hear the crunch of rocks that make up the front driveway. You fling the front door open, standing there impatiently as Johnny parks next to Kyle’s car.

Simon exits the vehicle first so he’s your first target, your body bee-lining to him automatically, even before you realize it. You almost slam into him, wrapping your arms around his waist as tight as you can, squeezing him like your life depends on it. He lets out a quiet grunt at the impact, but his arms fall around you too.

Tears sting your eyes as you rest against his chest, emotions welling up inside of you. It’s been almost two months since you’ve seen them. Even with the hectic business of the house and settling in, there lingered an ache deep in your chest, the ache of missing the other half of your pack.

Simon’s scent floods your senses and you breathe it in deeply, almost tasting the scent of leather and eucalyptus and the distant tang of gun powder. His own nose is pressed into your hair, breathing in your own sweet scent.

“Missed you, love.”

It’s murmured against the top of your head, rumbling deep in his chest against your ear. Three simple words but they have the tears finally sliding down your cheeks. You missed his scent, his voice, his arms around you. You’ve missed him more than you thought, that ache in your chest all the more noticeable now that he’s back with you. You missed your alpha, his warmth, his comfort, his strength. You’d drop to your knees and beg him to retire right now if you could bear to tear yourself away from his hold.

“Missed you so much.” You whisper, your voice wavering.

His hands rub your back, fingers trailing through your hair. “I’m here.” He whispers, lips pressing against your forehead. “I’ve got you.”

The two of you stand there, caught up in the moment for a few breaths, the tears still trailing down your cheeks. You don’t want to let him go. You’d fuse yourself to him if you could.

A voice cuts through the silence, breaking the quiet moment.

“Did ye forget about me?”

You reluctantly pull yourself back from Simon, turning in his arms to blink blearily at Johnny. “No.” You say, reaching out for him. “You wouldn’t let me.”

He nearly slams into you, picking you up off the ground and spinning you. “Oh I missed ye, kitten.”

“I missed you too.” You giggle through the tears, wrapping your arms tight around him. “I missed you so much.”

Johnny sets you back on your feet, cupping your face in his hands as he leans down to press a kiss to your lips. He groans quietly as he finally gets a taste of you after months, kissing you hard.

His thumbs stroke your cheeks, wiping tears against your skin. You missed him terribly too, breathing in his soft, warm scent as he pulls your body close against his. His kiss leaves your lips, trailing down your cheek to your neck, his nose pressing into your skin as he inhales deeply.

“Fucking missed this.” He groans, his hands sliding down your back.

“Alright, come on you needy pup.” John says, slapping his shoulder. “Don’t get too excited. You don’t want the neighbors to see.”

Johnny pulls back, looking around at the farmlands that surround you. “What neighbors?”

“Come on,” John says motioning with his head. “I thought you wanted to see the house.”

“I do!” Johnny says excitedly, taking your hand. “Show me this wonderful place, kitten.”

You giggle, wiping the tears from your cheeks with your free hand. “Come on.” You lead him up the steps of the porch to the front door.

“It’s cute.” Simon says, following behind you.

“She’s a little sparse, but I think you’ll see the vision.” You say, leading them inside.

You give them a tour, showing them around the living area and the kitchen, then outside to the patio and the land that stretches beyond, telling them all about your plans and the animals you’ll get soon. Then you head back inside, showing them around the guest rooms and the bathroom before you end in the main bedroom.

“Screamin’ Jesus that’s quite the bed.” Johnny says, toeing off his shoes before jumping onto the mattress.

“Isn’t it wonderful?” You ask, following him up onto the bed. “John got the reinforced frame.”

“Good.” Simon says, crawling on behind you. “I assume you’ve put it to the test already.”

You giggle bashfully. “We’ve put it through some thorough testing.” You lay back against the pillows, staring up at him. “Though there’s still a few things we have to try.”

His gaze darkens as he stares down at you, his hand lifting to cup your cheek. “We’re you waiting for us?” His voice is low, rumbling deep in his chest.

You nod, breathless under his gaze. “Yes.”

“Christ in heaven.” Johnny moans, shifting on your other side.

You sink your teeth into your lip as you stare up at them, your body starting to buzz excitedly. You’ve missed them so much, their touch, their taste, their smell. Being this close to them again almost makes you dizzy, your mind reeling from the look of them above you, making you feel small beneath them.

“Happy for your reunion, but would you like lunch before you defile our omega?” Kyle’s voice cuts through the moment.

Simon and Johnny both look away, turning to glance at Kyle. They glance back at each other, having a silent conversation before looking back at the other beta.

“Lunch would be great.” Simon says, pushing himself up off the bed.

You pout, pushing yourself up to sit. “But what about me?”

Simon gives you a wicked grin, adjusting his pants. “You can be our afternoon snack.”

A whine leaves your throat at his words, your teeth sinking into your lip again.

You don’t get to be the afternoon snack. The five of you get too caught up talking and getting each other caught up with your lives that it’s dinner before you know it. You help Kyle cook, working on your skills with him so he doesn’t always have to be the one cooking. He doesn’t mind, it’s something to do, but at the same time you feel bad. He deserves a break every so often too.

Dinner passes by quickly, the five of you retiring to the living room after, nursing beers as you relax in post-food euphoria. You’re squeezed on the couch between Simon and John, Kyle and Johnny taking to the floor, spread out on the carpet.

“It’s good to be back together again.” You say, leaning your head on Simon’s shoulder. “I missed this.”

“Aye, it feels wrong to be apart for so long.” Johnny says, leaning back on his hand.

“You can always retire.” You say, a smile tugging at your lips.

“Wish it were that easy.” Simon grumbles, leaning his head back against John’s hand. His arm is draped across the back of the couch, fingers playing with the hair at the base of Simon’s head.

“I know.” You say, taking another swig of beer. It tastes like piss but you’re too afraid to say anything, lest you face the teasing of the Brits before you. “So what do you think of the house?” You ask, changing the topic of conversation to something a little more lively.

“It’s cute.” Simon says. “Very much you.”

“Feels homey already.” Johnny says. “Can’t wait tae see it when it’s fully decorated.”

“I approve of the bed choice.” Simon says, his hand dropping to your thigh.

A shiver works its way up your spine, the promise of what’s going to happen later silently conveyed by that one action. You can’t wait, but they seem content where they are, dragging it out for you.

The anticipation only adds to the arousal starting to build within you.

Simon’s hand continues to rest on your thigh as the conversation continues, his thumb stroking your skin. You wish his fingers would slide higher, press against the seam of your shorts where you’re starting to get wet. No doubt your scent is thickening in the air, filling the room with your thick scent.

All four pairs of eyes are on you suddenly, your skin tingling from their gaze. You try and hide behind your beer can, sinking further into the couch.

“Someone’s getting excited.” Kyle smirks.

“Yeah, well, I missed my boys.” You say, taking a big swig of beer, hoping for a little liquid courage.

Simon’s hand finally slides up your thigh, fingers pressing between your legs, feeling the heat there. He slides your shorts to the side, his hand cupping you through your panties. “I’ll say.” He nearly groans, his fingers stroking you through the fabric.

Johnny takes in a deep breath before downing the rest of his beer, setting the can on the coffee table. “I cannae take much more.” He says, pushing himself up to stand. He’s sporting a hard-on, cock bulging through his jeans.

Simon’s hand leaves you as Johnny bends down, his shoulder meeting your middle as he pulls you up and over his shoulder. You let out a squeal, hands fisting his shirt to try and keep steady.

“See ye in the morning.” He says, already heading down the hall to the bedroom.

Your back meets the bed, bouncing from the impact as he quickly tears his shirt over his head. You lick your lips at the sight of him, drinking in every last inch of skin revealed to you as he kicks off his pants.

“Eager tonight.” You say, laying back on your elbows.

“Missed ye.” He grunts, nearly catching a foot in his boxers before he kicks them across the room. His cock is hard where it hangs between his thighs, red and angry already. He’s been horny just as long as you have, likely even longer. You wouldn’t be surprised if he was half hard on the drive up here.

His fingers curl under your waistband, yanking your shorts and panties down your legs and off your feet. He pushes your legs open, bending them up so they’re resting against your chest. A curse leaves his lips as he stares down at your soaked folds, his hands sliding down your thighs. You tug your shirt over your head as he leans down, dragging his tongue through your folds.

A deep groan leaves his lips, his eyes rolling back. “Fucking beautiful.”

He buries his face in your pussy, slurping like a man starved. His tongue laps through your folds, drinking up every last drop of your juices that dribbles out of you. You let out a sigh, laying back on the bed as you finally get some friction against your pulsing clit.

He closes his lips around it, sucking hard. Your eyes roll back, toes curling from the pleasure. John and Kyle have ignored you for the last couple days, giving you time to rest and recuperate before this moment, when Simon and Johnny finally got their hands on you again.

A whimper leaves your lips as he’s suddenly pulled back, your head lifting to find Simon standing beside him, hand gripping Johnny’s mohawk. Johnny’s face is shiny from your slick, his tongue darting out to lick his lips as he stares up at Simon.

“Needy little mutt.” Simon says, his gaze focused on Johnny. “Getting started without me?”

“Couldnae help it.” Johnny almost whines, his fingers flexing against your thighs. “Smelled so good.”

Simon hums, fingers releasing Johnny’s hair. “Well then,” he shoves Johnny’s face back towards your pussy. “Do your job and make her cum.”

“Yes, sir.” Johnny murmurs before he’s back at your pussy, lips closing around your clit again.

Simon climbs on the bed beside you, leaning on his arm. His free hand grips your chin, turning your face towards his. You stare up into those deep, dark eyes, a shiver running down your spine from the unmistakable lust in his gaze. His scent is quickly filling the air, mixing with yours and Johnny’s.

Your lips part with a gasp as his hand slides down your neck, fingers wrapping around your throat. Your pulse thrums against his fingers, toes curling from the attention that Johnny is giving to your clit. You’re going to cum, your chest rising and falling quickly as Simon’s hold on you tightens just slightly.

You grip Johnny’s hair, pulling his face harder against your pussy, hips lifting to grind against his mouth. You don’t care that you might be smothering him, and you doubt he cares either as he continues to eagerly slurp at your clit. You continue to hold Simon’s gaze, mouth falling open as you get closer and closer to the edge. Simon’s gaze doesn’t waver, neither does his grip around your throat as he holds you there, keeping you steady while Johnny has you coming undone.

Pleasure comes in waves as you cum, legs shaking against Johnny’s hands as he sucks hard on your clit. It’s almost too much, your back arching off the bed. One hand wraps around Simon’s wrist, holding on for dear life as you gush into Johnny’s mouth. He lets out a groan, lapping up every last drop of slick.

“Good boy.” Simon praises him, finally releasing you to stand back up.

You drop lax on the bed as Johnny finally releases you, kneeling on the floor in front of Simon. Their gazes are locked as Simon starts to undress, tugging his shirt over his head before taking his time undoing his belt. You lay on the bed, watching the moment while trying to catch your breath.

Simon kicks his pants off before climbing onto the bed, moving past you to lounge against the sheets, his cock resting against his stomach. He stares at you and Johnny, arms behind his head looking as causal as can be.

“Well?” he lifts a brow. “It’s not going to suck itself.”

You and Johnny share a look before you’re moving, climbing between his spread legs. You wrap your hand around the base of his cock as Johnny climbs up beside you, his arm brushing yours as he leans down, wasting no time. You start to stroke Simon’s cock as Johnny takes his head into his mouth, sucking lightly. You keep your gaze on Simon’s face, his eyes lidded as he watches you.

You push Johnny aside and bend down, flicking your tongue across Simon’s slit, feeling him get harder in your hand. You circle his head with your tongue before prodding at his slit again, still stroking him with your hand.

A hand tangles in your hair, pulling you off of Simon’s cock. Johnny releases you before bending back down, taking Simon’s cock in his mouth. His hand rests on Simon’s thigh as he sinks down until his lips touch your hand where you stroke him. He bats your hand away before sinking even lower, gagging as Simon’s cock hits the back of his throat.

“Show off.” You breathe, shouldering him aside as you take his place, taking Simon’s cock into your mouth.

Johnny’s hand grips the back of your neck but you drive an elbow into his stomach, sinking down as far as you can until you feel your gag reflex start to protest.

A hand tangles in your hair, tugging you up off of Simon’s cock. Simon is holding you, his other hand gripping Johnny’s mohawk. Both of you stare up at him, drool sliding down your chin.

“Enough.” He growls, releasing you. “Behave.”

You turn to look at Johnny, his face leaning forward to lick the drool off your chin. You let out a choked sound as his lips slide up, meeting yours. You grip Simon’s cock again, both of you leaning down. Your tongues entwine, licking all over Simon’s cock as you start to stroke him again. He’s leaking, precum beading from his slit. Johnny swipes a drop with his tongue, smearing it across Simon’s head. Your teeth scrape the delicate skin of his cock, smirking as you feel the twitch against your hand. He’s close, the heavy rise and fall of his chest visible out of the corner of your eye.

You drop your hand to his balls as Johnny takes him into his mouth again, bobbing his head as he sucks Simon off. A deep groan leaves Simon’s mouth as you massage his balls, feeling them tighten before he cums, spurting into Johnny’s mouth.

Johnny takes every last drop, your hand stroking Simon until he stops twitching. Johnny pulls off of him, your hand darting out to grip his chin before you force your tongue in his mouth before he can swallow. Simon’s cum is bitter on your tongue as you flick it against Johnny’s, his tongue passing some of it to you. You can almost feel the deep groan that leaves Simon, his cock hardening again in your hand.

You swallow down what you got, pulling away from Johnny. Both of you turn to look at Simon, his eyes lidded, mouth parted as he breathes. His hand reaches out for you and you crawl forward, letting him guide you to sit on his stomach. His hand lifts up to brush your bottom lip, cleaning off the residue of drool and cum.

“Did you enjoy that?” He asks quietly, softly, so very different from the commanding presence you had just witnessed.

You nod. “Yes.”

“Good.” He cups your cheek with his hand. “I missed that fucking mouth. Had to put up with that slag for weeks.”

Johnny lets out a whimper, his hand dropping to drag against his own cock.

“Missed this pussy even more.” He says, his hands falling to your waist to drag your hips against his stomach. “Been dreaming about it.”

You rest your hands against his chest, rocking your hips back and forth, dragging your clit against his skin. You’re leaving a wet patch but you don’t care, shamelessly using him for pleasure.

“Now, before I turn you into a little fountain, there’s something I need you to do first.” He cups the back of your neck, pulling you down towards his face. His breath fans your ear as he whispers. “Johnny’s been an awful good boy waiting for this moment. Why don’t you give him the ride of his life and milk him dry with your pussy.”

You sink your teeth into your lip, pushing yourself back up on his chest. You climb off of him, pressing your hands against Johnny’s chest, guiding him to lay next to Simon. He goes willingly, eyes locked with yours as you maneuver him.

You settle yourself over his hips, taking his cock in your hand. It’s already rock hard, tip leaking. He’s not going to last long once he’s inside of you, but that’s all part of this plan. Fuck him till he begs you to stop, no matter what. You just have to outlast him.

His head falls back as you lower yourself onto his cock, a moan leaving your lips at the stretch of him. Simon turns on his side, watching the two of you as you sink down completely, sitting yourself on Johnny’s hips.

“Feel good?” Simon hums.

You nod. “So good. Missed you so much.”

“We know.” Simon says, slapping Johnny’s cheek lightly. “Be a gentleman and watch your omega as she uses you.”

Johnny tilts his head back down, lips parted as you start to move, lifting yourself up before lowering again on his cock. Simon’s hand rests against Johnny’s stomach, his other hand propping himself up as he watches you. Johnny’s hands rest on your thighs, gripping tightly as you bounce on his cock, squeezing around him with every press of his tip against that spot inside of you.

You have to outlast him. You just have to make it longer than him.

He’s not going to last that long.

He’s already twitching, hips jerking under you as you grind your hips, angling yourself so your clit drags across his skin. He’s moaning and whining, fingers dimpling your skin from how tightly he’s gripping you.

He cums quickly, nearly bucking you off as he spills inside of you, but you don’t stop, continuing to fuck yourself on his cock. Simon holds the base of his cock as you continue to bounce, feeling him getting hard again. He’s panting, lips parted as he stares at you, cheeks flushed and eyes shiny. He looks wrecked and he’s only cum once.

“Fucking...Jesus.” he groans, back arching as you continue your movements, pussy fluttering around his cock, squeezing him. “I cannae take it.”

“You can.” Simon says, moving his hand once Johnny’s completely hard again. “And you will.”

Johnny whines, hands bruising on your thighs as he desperately hangs on, eyes fluttering. You don’t stop despite the ache in your thighs, the sweat soaking your skin. Your stamina isn’t what it used to be, but you ignore the fatigue, grinding against him again, pushing yourself closer and closer to the edge.

Johnny’s hands leave your thighs and slide up to your waist, aiding you with every bounce, the sound of wet skin slapping wet skin filling the air.

“Come on,” Simon goads him, sitting up on his knees. “You can do it.” His hand slides behind you, gripping Johnny’s balls.

A curse leaves Johnny’s lips, his back arching as he thrusts up into you, nearly throwing you off of him, but Simon’s other hand settles on your waist, keeping you upright. You’re tired, sweat dripping off your forehead but you don’t stop, not even when Simon’s fingers slide to your clit, rubbing tight circles over the sensitive bud.

“You too.” He breathes in your ear. “Come on.”

You cum with a cry, legs giving out as you squeeze around Johnny’s cock. Johnny cums with a shout, filling you a second time. He’s shaking too, falling limp beneath you.

“I cannae…I cannae take more.” He gasps, trying to push you off of him.

You lift your hips, letting him slip out of you, his cock landing with a wet smack against his stomach. You lay yourself against his chest as Simon rises, heading for the bathroom. You rest against Johnny for a moment, both of you trying to catch your breaths.

“Fucking better than I remembered.” Johnny breathes, pressing a kiss to the side of your head. “Fucking magical pussy.”

You giggle, that giggle turning into a shriek as Simon flips you off of Johnny onto your back on the bed next to him. There’s a towel under your hips, Simon kneeling between your thighs.

Oh, he wasn’t kidding.

He pushes your trembling legs up, spreading you open before him. “There she is.” He says, eyes locked on your pussy, some of Johnny���s cum dripping out of you. “Isn’t that a sight.”

He moves your hands to hold the backs of your thighs, pussy spread open for him. His fingers rub slow circles over your clit, eyes locked with yours. You’re sure you’re a sight right now. Sweaty face, damp hair sticking to your skin, still shaking from your last orgasm, Johnny’s cum slowly seeping out of your wet pussy. Looking properly wrecked and he hasn’t even started with you yet.

Johnny is beside you, watching with interest. He knows what’s about to happen. He’s not stupid...well, not completely. He might have been fucked dumb but it wouldn’t take a genius to realize what’s about to happen to you.

Simon slides his hand lower, slipping two fingers into you. You whimper, still sensitive after fucking Johnny. Despite that your pussy squelches around his fingers, walls fluttering as he finds that spot inside you. You brace yourself, breathing through the slow thrusts of his fingers against that spot.

You can feel the slow build of pressure, the pleasure starting to thrum under your skin. The anticipation nearly takes you out, toes curling as you wait for him to truly start. His gaze is on your face, watching you as he slowly picks up the pace, pushing his fingers against that spot faster and faster. Your lips fall open, breaths coming in short gasps as the pleasure builds, pussy fluttering uncontrollably.

It gets to be too much, feeling like you might explode as he drives his fingers into that spot, a cry leaving your lips as you squirt all over his hand.

“Screamin’ Jesus.” Johnny breathes, watching your body writhe on the bed, Simon’s fingers driving right back into you, thrusting up against that spot again.

Simon’s hand presses against your stomach, pinning you down as you try to writhe away. “One more.” He grunts, thrusting his fingers hard against that spot before you squirt again, soaking his hand and the towel. “Good girl.”

He doesn’t give you any time to recover, slotting himself between your legs and thrusting into you. Your pussy stretches around him, not even Johnny able to fully prepare you for the size of him. You fall limp against the bed, Simon tossing your legs over his shoulders before he’s thrusting into you, snapping his hips against yours. You reach out, gripping Johnny’s arm as your back arches, your fluttering pussy squeezing around Simon’s big cock as you ride one orgasm into another.

It’s too much, your vision swimming as you try to breathe. You feel like you’re floating, the pleasure almost painful as he snaps his hips against yours, grinding the tip of his cock against that spot inside of you. He’s grunting and growling, hands gripping the comforter under you. You can’t do anything but lay there and take what he’s giving you, your legs trembling uncontrollably as he wrings another orgasm out of you.

“Fucking shit.” He groans, hands pinning you to the bed as he fucks you hard, driving the tip of his cock into your spot over and over. You can feel it building again, that unmeasurable pressure as tears leak out of your eyes from the overwhelming sensations. “Come on.” He grunts, driving his hips upward. “One more for me.”

He thrusts into you hard, hips meeting your ass as you squirt around his cock, your vision going dark from the pleasure.

“I think ye killed her.” Johnny’s voice reaches you through the ringing in your ears.

You’re shaking all over, body limp on the bed as you blink bleary eyes up at Simon. He’s still above you, one hand stroking the tears from your cheeks.

“There she is.” He says softly, gently easing your legs from his shoulders. “Welcome back.”

“I think he’s right.” You rasp, body still trembling. “I think you killed me.”

Simon chuckles, pulling himself out of you. Cum and slick seeps from your pussy, adding to the damp spot already soaking through the towel. “You did so good for me.” He praises you, brushing damp strands of hair from your face. “Took me so well.”

You pull him down against you, sweat mixing with sweat as you hold him for a moment. “Don’t tell anyone,” you say, your fucked-stupid brain forgetting to whisper. “But your cock is my favorite.”

Johnny goes to protest, but he stops himself. “Ye know after that, I don’t blame ye kitten.”

Simon chuckles, pushing himself back up. “Let’s get you both cleaned up.”

He uses the towel to wipe between your thighs before taking it to the bathroom, adding it to the hamper. He grabs a clean cloth, wetting it before coming back, wiping you down, then Johnny. You manage to get your body to roll over, cuddling up against Johnny’s side.

“That was good, kitten.” He says, kissing your forehead. “Got my cock achin’.”

“I think my pussy needs rehydrating.” You murmur, sleep already starting to tug at the back of your brain.

Simon maneuvers the covers out from under you, tucking in you and Johnny before sliding in behind you after turning out the light. He tucks himself against your back, tossing an arm over you.

“Missed you a lot.” You slur, half asleep already.

“I know.” Simon says, kissing the back of your head. “We missed you a lot too. Not just your pussy, but every part of you. Your presence, your humor. Having someone there to protect and take care of. It’s not the same without you.”

You make a small noise, wiping your sweaty forehead. “Who knew all I needed to do was leave for two months and suddenly you’d get sentimental.”

Simon grunts, pulling you and Johnny tighter against him. “Don’t get a big head, you little shit.”

You can’t help but smile, comforted by his words. At least you know they do miss you.

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It's A Beta Life, Not A Better Life | Part 5

A platonic yandere Batfam x neglected beta reader story

Dick knew your mother way before he knew you.

The first time he saw your mother he was ten, freshly presented as an omega, and extremely upset from not having his original pack with him and from having just squabbled with Bruce over remaining as Robin. Too dangerous, growled Bruce. At that time, Dick had hated presenting as an omega.

Then he saw your mother, so beautiful and captivating and unmistakably omega, and he instantly knew that he wanted to be like her someday. It was almost a crush, which was funny–Dick had always hated the 'high-class' omegas who fluttered around Bruce at galas, especially the ones who tried to act motherly towards him in order to lure Bruce. Yet when it came to your mother he wanted so badly to be pack with her, to learn how to be a strong and beautiful omega from her. When your mother herself finally approached Bruce, Dick did a quadruple flip from one chandelier to another.

When Bruce later pulled him aside and told him that it was just to be a contract relationship, to be dissolved within three years once Bruce could adopt Dick–apparently that was her offer of aid, to be exchanged for her share of her natal pack's inheritance that was in the form of a dowry–Dick was upset beyond belief. Not even knowing that Bruce would do his best to court your mother comforted him.

Good thing he didn't hope anyway. Bruce failed. Your mother sweetly, cruelly kissed Dick on the forehead and left without a backward glance the day after Dick's thirteenth birthday.

He hid in the nest for days.

That should've been the end of things. Dick did allow himself to dream from time to time of your mother returning, penitent for having left yet as captivating as always, but that was that. Then six years later he went home after a long mission and saw you.

He... Goodness, it was embarrassing how out of control his scent was upon learning about your existence. You, the actual biological child of your mother, who apparently had just died. And you didn't even take after your mother in appearance!

Dick didn't mean to be unkind to you, but it hurt so bad to know your mother had you with Bruce, his and your father, then walked away from him and Bruce to raise you herself. To claim you and you alone as her pack. For a fraction of a second, Dick could've cheerfully committed fratricide.

Thank goodness you were nothing like your mother. Just a normal kid, a good kid who didn't throw tantrums or cry or bother anyone for their attention. It literally took Dick years before he could think of you without overflowing bitter envy. But it was all good now!

Better yet, you had presented as an omega just like him! Dick could immediately tell from your scent patches and turtleneck and those hints of your omega mother's features he now spotted in you. He could help you build your first nest and teach you to use your innate omegan charm, as your mother had taught him.

Yes, yes, once he was done with this mission, he'd bond with you just like how he'd hoped to bond with your mother. It was so nice having another omega in the pack.

Though it'd be even nicer if Reader was a beta, Dick mused. Your mother might've been the most wonderful omega Dick had ever met and you might've been her biological omega child Dick would look after for her sake, but with the pack being... like this, it would've been much better for everyone if you were a beta.

For everyone but you. After all, in Dick's mind, it was never about you.

You ticked off one month with grim satisfaction.

It would've been so easy to feel complacent. To wave off everyone's neglect of you and not take care to hide, with the reason–excuse–that they wouldn't have noticed anything anyway. Had you done so, it would've been game over by literally the first day.

Luckily you had been careful, so you hadn't been caught–not by the Waynes or by any other pack.

You were still free and, fate willing or not, with luck or not, you were resolved to stay so till the end.

It had been a whole month since you presented, but to be honest it didn't feel like it. You were so busy looking up everything about betas, figuring out how to cover up the tracks of your research, actually covering up the tracks of your research, learning to control your beta scent and instinct, refining your acting, and improving your physical skills in (the hopefully not inevitable) case you would have to fight off or run away from a pack.

It was exhausting. It was draining. It was... surprisingly, exhilarating.

You felt the corner of your lips twitching.

No good, no good. This wasn't some game, you ought to take this seriously... But you did, didn't you? It didn't change the fact that you found it exhilarating to do what you were doing now.

You firmly told yourself to maintain self-control and vigilance. Only one month had passed, you still had twenty-three left to go through before you could leave.

Still the dangerous, hazardous little thought persisted–

That you could get used to this thrill.

A/N: I'm on a roll guys 🤟😎 Actually in my original outline the whole Batfam's pov was supposed to take one (1) chapter, but I didn't wanna write 3k+ words in one day again so I decided to keep it to Bruce. Then Dick just insisted to be written aaand guess we'll see everyone else's pov in the next chapters 💕 Btw I was so pissed at Dick's even though I was the one who wrote him here 😭😂

My package is still lost :x Who took my manga omg...

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[terrietont]

The issue I have is when people act like having a character that is just apathetic and sadistic or purely kindhearted is brand new revolutionary writing and that everyone should follow the villain vs hero format all the time. That there SHOULD be a villain or a hero and not “maybe guy is just an ass but not a true antagonist” or “the “villain” is a systemic problem” that makes people reflect and think more.

I’m just so tired of the internet’s weird “gotcha” boner for pure evil villain characters over any more complex morally grey ones or complex themes, or the people have this idea that people should interpret a character as good or bad and not in the middle.

Yeah tons of my fav characters are problematic people, but they don’t exactly deserve death. Or decent people have flaws and shouldn’t be put on a pedestal as “can do no wrong.”

But because black and white storytelling is so popular, even the nuances of a mad nutcase evil person that actually has more to them and the reason why they might be doing said evil thing is glossed over audiences as “bad guy bad” only.

There’s also tons of glorification over just pure evil in fandoms and it becomes genuinely concerning at a certain point and… just honestly really boring in my opinion.

In all honesty, I wish more people would try and look into the nuance of why someone would do what they do. And no I don’t mean making excuses for them, I mean really understanding what makes a person act a certain way so we don’t get people who act that way in the future. And to better understand people acting up and getting to the bottom of their toxic behavior. Even if there is an irredeemable character, there is still motive and intent and it’s so much more fascinating looking at the mental perspective of a villain and why they may be doing what they do.

It’s just feels like a lot of people don’t seem to care about looking to the psychological aspect of a character’s motives and only look at the outside and how “cool” a character is or looks. Don’t get me wrong, aesthetic attraction is real but being like “Character is so cool because they’re an asshole!” Is (again in my opinion) a dull way of looking at a character.

Again this isn’t “uwu my villain is such a sad pookie that needs protection” or “This good guy is secretly evil because they’re too nice!”

it’s “What caused this kind of behavior? Was it trauma? Were they taught? Is it fear?“ I wonder what’s really going on in their head”

That’s why I think true crime is fascinating on a psychological basis. What causes a person to do something so heinous?

The more we look into the minds of people like that, the closer we get to stopping other people going down that pathway. Getting would-be villains help before they become too far gone.

Plus. The most beloved characters are morally ambiguous. It’s not like it’s not popular to love morally grey, but again I’ve seen so many people have a problem with there being no real good or evil in a story.

Again this is just my opinion and I personally prefer morally grey nuance but I’m not against irredeemable as long as it isn’t done all the time or has a complex purpose that makes me think.

some of you think ‘nuanced’ only means ‘morally grey’ and I’m here to tell you that actually straight up good characters can still be nuanced and unapologetically evil characters can still be nuanced. the character doesn’t have to be an anti hero or morally dubious to have depth. they don’t even have to feel sorry about their crimes to have depth.

[karaeilish]

hi! could u write y/n calling billie another girls name while making out to prank her, but billie gets all possesive and fucks her dumb with the strap telling her to scream her name

⌗ WRONG, SLUT ━━ b. eilish

꩜ pairing & au :: fuckboy!billie x fem!reader

꩜ GENRE :: smut .

꩜ SYNOPSIS :: you need to be careful with pranking your girlfriend. especially when she knows how to tie tight knots. . .

꩜ WARNINGS :: smut . degradation . strap (r receiving) . mean!billie . tying up . rough sex . brat!reader . bil slapping r . red flag (?) billie . ꩜ WORD COUNT :: 1,5k

꩜ A/N — PLEASE . don’t copy & steal my works AND my layouts . m doing everything by myself and m not giving you any rights 🤍

billie was an absolute piece of shit. always. no matter how much you said 'i can fix her', no matter how much you tried to explain to her while she was high or drunk, nothing worked. every attempt was in vain, every time she would hang around other girls, courting them as if she could find someone better, more beautiful or more interesting than you. you both knew the answer to that question, she just couldn't get rid of the desire to own everyone, crawling to you on her knees the next day like a lost puppy. no matter how much she wanted it, you had no choice but to take her back, listening to her promises not to do it again.

and billie got used to your compliance, used to you always playing the 'good girl' and letting her do all the shit she does. she liked to have it all at once, everyone she wanted, while having you by her side, always forgiving. always too lenient with her. but no nerves are made of steel. at some point you got tired of putting up with her shit. you just had to… teach her a lesson. there was no grand plan of revenge from action movies or anything like that in your head, just a harmless prank that you knew would make her flare up.

and despite her behavior, billie took you very seriously, even too seriously. you can't be too nice, too friendly, too talkative with some strangers and not only strangers. she was possessive, she was jealous, she claimed you in front of everyone, although she knew she had no right to it. she acted like a complete idiot and continued to be a fucking child, throwing tantrums every time your hand touched someone’s shoulder.

you argued, quarreled, broke dishes, screamed in an attempt to admit that your opinion was right, but her only fucking argument was always — 'you're fucking mine. no one dares touch you, think about you, desire you, is that clear, darling? i don't care what you want'

your knees just buckled, your tongue went numb, and your body fell back into her arms, onto her cock.

you were her weakness, and she was yours. it was an unbearable tight circle, but that gave you an advantage —you knew her weakest spot, you knew where to hit her hardest to get her mad, so…

"hey, brit, can you—" you don't have time to finish your sentence. billie's eyes are instantly torn from the screen of her phone, her attention completely on you. you can almost feel her heart pounding in her chest.

“what did you just say?” her gaze could almost burn through your skin with its intensity. almost. you look at her so innocently it makes her teeth ache. trying to play the part.

“what? i was gonna ask you to get me some water.” you keep a calm face, raising one eyebrow as if you have no idea what caused her to react so strongly.

“don’t play with me, baby.” billie leans closer to you, squinting, her blue eyes darkening, reminding you of the depths of the pacific ocean. her fingers touch your chin, not squeezing, just letting you feel the pressure of her presence. “y'know that’s not my name.”

you laugh, pulling away from her demonstratively; trying to press even harder.

“since when ‘billie’ isn’t your name? go get your ears cleaned if you can't hear well" the words fall like sticky venom from your lips, accompanied by a caustic wink as you stand up from the couch, throwing your hair back dramatically. as soon as your feet hit the floor, billie is in front of you with inhuman speed, intercepting your hand, thick fingers squeezing your wrist with enough force that you feel her cold rings digging into your skin.

"fine, you want to be a brat? i'll treat you like one" she hisses somewhere against your cheek, her hot breath igniting a raging fire inside you.

"what's wrong with you, brit, i was just—" a lightning-fast slap cuts through the air, landing painfully on your cheek. nothing really cruel, but it quickly made you shut your mouth.

billie doesn't say a word. her nails dug into your wrist as she broke and pulled you towards the bedroom, not particularly gentle as she tossed you onto the large, soft bed. her glance gave you enough reason not to try and question it as she rummaged through the nightstand, and somehow, you knew immediately what she was looking for.

the strap landed on the bed. deep red, huge, thick, veins drawn along its enticing length. it was the largest in your ‘modest’ collection. all the words choked in your throat, remaining buried in your head.

“turn over. on your stomach.” when billie spoke in that tone, the only thing you could understand was that she wasn’t asking. she was commanding. this was not the moment to try to piss her off even more, but she deserved it. deserved to be mad at you, deserved to feel like she wasn’t the only woman in your life. you stay still. silent. sitting and looking at her.

billie meets your gaze. wild. the rope in her hands can tell you so much more than any words. and no matter how much you don’t want it, her strength is several times greater than yours.

she throws heather next to her, her calloused hands wrap around your waist, with a sharp movement turning you over onto your stomach. you resist, trying to turn over, but the force with which she holds you…

"lie still, slut. you wanted this, didn't you? no point in denying it now" her rough voice suddenly touches your ear, teeth grazing over sensitive skin. "say 'no' and i'll stop"

you remain silent.

she acts.

"that's what i thought" billie grins. grins because she knew for a fact that sometimes you wanted nothing more than her cock buried in your greedy cunt until you had her fucking baby.

the thick rope seems like the perfect weapon in her hands as she wraps a section around the headboard, then roughly grabs your hands one by one and ties them so tightly you want to cry.

"you have nowhere to run, princess" her hands are now on your stomach, forcing you to lift your torso off the bed, giving her a perfect view of your ass in those damn short shorts that was in the corner of the room in seconds. along with your soaking wet panties.

"fuck, are you wet already? after i slapped you, mm?" her palm lands on your ass with a loud slap, making you scream loudly, pulling the ropes until it hurts pleasantly. "or after i took you by force, like a cheap whore?"

all the existing billie right now is leaking poison, contempt, anger, which can only be cured in one way. by destroying you and your angelic body.

you whine, pouting, as if that can somehow help in your situation. as if something will save you from her wrath. no. from behind you you hear the sounds of a belt unbuckling, of it coming out of all its loops, falling onto the bed. billie unbuttons her baggy jeans, not even taking them off all the way. just pushes her boxers down, deftly securing the strap to her hips.

"time to learn to spell my name, doll" she spits on her hand, smearing it all over her cock, moaning so sweetly that you can almost believe that she feels it.

a hand on your throat, squeezing, choking, while she pushes into you, almost gently, giving you half a second to get used to her size. your pussy stretches around her thick strap, mouth opening, letting the long-awaited moans fly from your lips.

"so who's this slut whose name are you calling me by?" her hips suddenly start moving, not letting you get used to her pace, which within seconds had the headboard slamming against the wall. her hips slapped against yours, her fingers tightening around your throat.

"answer me, bitch" billie slaps you again, alternating them with cutting off your oxygen.

you struggle, you wanna make her suffer and wonder, like you did, but she's too, too deep in your tummy for you to even try to resist.

"n—nobody! just you!" there was barely a shred of self-respect left in your voice, the tip of her strap hitting your cervix with every damn thrust. billie smirks. of course, you're too loyal to look at anyone but her.

"just me, doll?" pause. long, painful. "then scream my name like an obedient little slut"

you whine. this is too much. she's too big inside you. you can't resist anymore.

"billie…!"

"louder"

"billie!"

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[moondustbaby]

Checkmate, Baby

nerd!Rafe x sorority girl!Reader

a/n: based on this request! 💌

summary: It’s halfway through the semester and Rafe’s been trying not to fall for his biology partner. But with his annual chess banquet coming up, he finally works up the nerve to ask her to be his date.

⸻

Rafe doesn’t mean to stare.

But you’re chewing on the end of your pen, a tiny crinkle between your brows as you skim over your shared notes, and you’ve got your nails painted this soft glittery pink that makes his throat go dry. You’re wearing a sweatshirt from your sorority, your legs tucked up under you on his twin bed like you’ve always belonged there.

“I’m thinking we test your reaction times next,” you say, glancing up at him. “Y’know, just to compare how caffeine hits differently.”

“Oh. Yeah. Cool.” Rafe nods too fast, nearly sending his pencil flying. “That’s good. Good idea.”

You grin. “You okay?”

“Fine. Perfect.” He laughs awkwardly and looks away, praying the heat in his ears isn’t as visible as it feels.

God, you make him nervous. Still. And you’ve been doing this for weeks.

It’s not like he hasn’t gotten to know you. You’re actually… nice. He was half-convinced you were just humoring him at first—some social experiment or sorority hazing ritual—but you’re smart, and kind, and always refill his water bottle when he forgets. You remember his favorite color. You ask about his research.

And maybe that’s why this whole chess banquet thing has him practically breaking out in hives.

“So,” he says finally, voice cracking halfway through. “There’s this, um… event thing. It’s dumb. Super dumb. You don’t have to come.”

You tilt your head. “What kind of event?”

“It’s—uh. It’s a chess banquet. End of season.” He rubs the back of his neck and refuses to make eye contact. “They make us go. There’s trophies. Lame speeches. But there’s food? And tables. And probably bad punch.”

He swallows. “And I was wondering if you might want to go. With me. Like… as my date.”

You blink. “Wait, really?”

His stomach lurches. “It’s totally fine if not. I get it. It’s not your thing. You probably have better plans. Just forget I—”

“Rafe.” You smile softly, reaching over to touch his arm. “I would love to go with you.”

His eyes snap to yours. “You would?”

“Yeah!” you beam. “Like, are you kidding? A banquet? With trophies? And nerdy speeches? I’m so in. Should I wear a dress? Like, is it formal?”

He blinks at you. “I mean… kind of? I think people dress nice. Like, business casual. But you could wear… anything. You’d look—uh. Great. In anything.”

You giggle. “You’re cute.”

And he short-circuits right there.

⸻

By the time the banquet rolls around, Rafe’s sure he’s going to pass out.

You’d insisted on meeting at his dorm, and now you’re standing in his doorway, dress swishing around your thighs, a little black ribbon in your hair, and a smile that could kill him dead. You’re holding a tote bag with snacks “just in case,” and he has never felt more like a man in his life than when you reach for his arm without hesitation and say, “Ready, date?”

He can’t stop looking at you. You’re so excited to be there. Asking him about the other chess guys. Complimenting the dorky trophy table. Holding his hand under the table when his palms get sweaty from the guest speaker calling him “Cameron the Kingmaker.”

At one point, you even say—dead serious—“I hope there’s a team photo. I want to be in it.”

Rafe nearly faints.

Later, he walks you back to your sorority house. You’re barefoot, heels in hand, still glowing from the cheap sparkling cider they handed out like champagne.

“I had so much fun,” you say, spinning in front of him. “Thank you for asking me.”

He ducks his head, sheepish. “I thought you might laugh at me.”

You frown. “Why would I laugh?”

He shrugs. “I dunno. I’m not exactly the kind of guy sorority girls usually go for.”

“Well, lucky for you,” you say, stepping in close and booping his nose with your finger, “I don’t go for just any guy.”

Then, before he can short-circuit again, you press a kiss to his cheek. “Night, lab boy.”

And he just stands there on the sidewalk, grinning like an idiot.

a/n: i LOVED writing this. flustered boy genius + supportive pretty girl?? my roman empire. i’ll never recover from rafe saying “uh. you could wear anything” while internally combusting. sorry this took me a bit to get to, but thank you so much for sending a request in angel!! 🫶🏻

♥️ lani

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[yellowf1nch]

Warning: Minors do not interact. Mentions of verbal abuse, physical violence

(Continuation of my previous problematic roommate idea)

[Side note: Roommate will have gone through some version of hate endings for many objects, so there will be spoilers/not quite accurate to Player hate endings ahead, and potentially in relevant follow up posts. Also, I haven't gotten hate endings with a lot of objects so I will be making some of them up (but in my mind they would be slightly different anyway given the circumstances)]

After using the dateviators for a while, you realize that not only does your roommate leave physical messes, but social ones as well. Honestly, you're kind of a shut in, and even when being polite it seems like sometimes you say the wrong thing... But it's clear you're roommate is being destructive on purpose. They ask you if you've seen their sunglasses, and not wanting to lie, you say you've only seen your own around. After all, Skylar chose to be in your care, so technically she was yours now? Needles to say, Roommate started acting a bit more suspicious the following days.

Slowly going through every room, you pick up on just what kind of chaos that's been unfolding. Volt was hesitant to let you into the Breaker Box, but you at least seemed to be polite enough to watch the shows. Penelope, like many, was immediately hostile, thinking you'd be just like your nice-at-first roommate, but started realizing you at least were showing genuine interest in helping her dating life. Ben-Hwa and you have a bit of an awkward standoff, but you actually want to have conversations with them. You actually apologize for any negative feelings you may have inspired. There is a... Lack of animosity from you, but the dateables wonder if the other shoe simply has yet to drop.

Your bedroom was frankly the best place to start. The objects here saw you the most, they knew how much of a strain living with your roommate turned out to be, even before they were in the picture. And, though it was a bit awkward at first, you've managed to secure some amicable bonds there. Surprisingly, the living room was also a safer place. Koa, appreciating your understanding in not wanting to make him talk. Chairemy feeling respected for once, having their boundaries upheld.

Jacques [Short King] has no quarrels declaring your enemy-ship, but his insults fall flatter each time you return his banter... Without insulting him. Cam, as well, finds that you clearly understand not to make him out to be just a trash can. Day by day, you show the dateables that yes, decent humans exist and yes, Roommate is unfortunately an outlier.

You had just come from a show at the Breaker Box (the only one who applauds Johnny when you go), not realizing your roommate had come back earlier than expected from their errand. They see you, with the dateviators perched on your face, and immediately the poison starts dripping from their lips. There's a bit of verbal back and forth, all of the charges for the day used up so you take the glasses off and make sure to keep them close. Your roommate starts yelling at you, screaming at how you stole from them, how awful you are, insult after insult, blaming you for things you didn't do and then some. And when you can get a word in edgewise, you keep your voice calm-- you didn't steal, Skylar chose you. It was her decision after all, not yours, not your roommate's-- but trying to make your way to the kitchen made things take a turn for the worse. Your roommate gets in your face, nose to nose, screaming at you, trying to grab Skylar from your hands, but you don't budge. They lay into you about how glasses can't make decisions, the dateables aren't real, they're "just things."

You shove them back, immediately. Voice raising, "Does it matter what they are? They think, they want, they choose. And none of that can or will be taken from them. Not while I'm here, not while I can help." Your roommate barks a laugh at you, then starts throwing slaps and punches at your face. Holding onto Skylar, you can't protect yourself from every blow, and get knocked down. You keep Skylar out of reach of your roommate, somehow, your other hand trying to push them away. You look around, noticing a vent in the floor [don't know if there are any in game, but there is for plot convenience]. You beg Florence and Hector, not knowing who would respond, to please, please open and take Skylar. It's not about you, or your roommate, it's about keeping everyone safe. The vent pops up, you manage to slide Skylar right in, and after a few blows against you, your roommate has an advantage. They grab a book off the foyer table and strike you over and over.

Eventually they stop. You're bloodied, bruised, and tired. You know you should call someone, the cops or an ambulance, but hearing that the government is looking for the glasses, you don't want to risk anything involving authorities, and you don't want to risk leaving Roommate unsupervised more than you have to. You crawl your way to the bathroom, opening the sink cabinet and grabbing Farya. You've never dealt with these kinds of wounds before, but somehow you lift yourself up to look in the mirror. Despite everything, a small smile tugs at your face.

[pleasantlycrazyworld]

Hi friend !! I love your writing so much, it’s so good.

I have a request if you’d be down ?? Bob / Sentry / Void x y/n. Bob was married before the events of Thunderbolts. Like maybe they got married out of high school or something. Valentina finds out about his wife & uses her as leverage to get him to agree to the Sentry project. It doesn’t go quite as well as she’d hoped because she doesn’t realize Sentry & Void love y/n as well because they can see Bob’s memories with her & understand how he feels. Val & her helpers haven’t been very nice to y/n, like hitting her & stuff, so that sets Sentry off & y/n is the only one who can talk him or Void down without it being a fight.

Just a random thought I had for a story I thought you might enjoy 🫶🏻

I absolutely love this idea!!! Thank you so much for sharing this and letting me being the one to write this for you I hope I did it justice <3

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The worst part was how she was using you. 

Bob hadn’t seen you in years. Not because he didn’t want to. But because the world made him believe that he was too dangerous to love anything. Especially you. You, with your soft laugh and stormy temper, the girl he knew he had to spend the rest of his life with even at just fifteen when the two of you started dating, the girl who he married straight out of high school. You were all fire and loyalty, too loud for small dreams and too real for a man who believed he’d be nothing but an addict. So, he decided to get clean. He knew he wasn’t getting many good things in this life, that you were by far the best thing to ever walk into his life and he refused to let you slip away. 

He took notice during his small moments of clarity that his addictions were taking a toll on you, you weren’t sleeping, you were skinnier than before, the way your eyes would light up when he would just stumble into your shared apartment broke his heart every time. He had a hard time believing he was the man you wanted, he knew he sure as hell wasn’t the man you deserved, but he was determined to become that man for you.

He promised he’d be back in just a few months, “It’s-it’s like a spiritual awakening type thing babe…I-I don’t know I think it’ll help…I mean how can I not get clean if the shit isn’t around me anymore, right?”

So he disappeared. 

And then they took you.

When Val found Bob once again, she realized she needed him. However, he just wouldn’t corroborate. 

Then she had a brilliant idea of finding you, it was easy to track you honestly, you hadn’t moved out of the apartment the two of you shared from high school, Pathetic really, she scoffed, after all this time you still hadn't left? She waved her hand and sent the information to one of her assistants to take you to make sure Bob would start behaving.

He didn’t remember much about agreeing to the Sentry Project. Not really. Valentina smiled too sharply. The others stood so stiffly in black suits and said words like containment, protocol, oversight. And then she dropped the photo on the table like it meant nothing.

Seventeen-year-old you, in the random white dress you found at a thrift store outside of the courthouse holding the marriage certificate, your smile shined brightly even through the creases and worn edges from being folded too many times. Seeing the picture made his heart stop, his breath got caught in his throat and his head spined with questions. How the hell did she find you?

“Sign the papers, Bob. Or she disappears.”

He tried to hold it together. For you. He let them drug him all over again. Chain him. Train him. Mold him into something that they deemed “manageable.” But Valentina made a mistake. She thought she could control him. She forgot who was watching.

Sentry knew your name. The Void knew your name.

They could feel it – something soft and bright in the back of Bob’s mind. Neither of them had a good understanding of what love was supposed to be. But they knew you. You were warm hands over trembling shoulders. You were the taste of sunlight. You were the one memory that made Bob feel human again, that Bob clinged to. And so Sentry loved you too, in his own confused, possessive way. 

Void didn’t love easily. He destroyed.

But even he curled protectively around your name in Bob’s head. He hated everything. But not you. Never you.

Val didn’t expect it to matter. Her entire team thought you were just leverage. By the time Bob found you–through layers of classified files, locked doors, and “not your concern” responses–you were bloodied and bruised. Dried cuts across your cheekbone. A limp in your step. You didn’t scream. You did cry, you did smile when you saw him.

That broke him. The scream that tore from his throat shook the entire facility. They tried to sedate him. Too late.

They always talked about the Sentry’s power like a scale. But they couldn’t truly understand all that he was capable of. It wasn’t Bob that scared them. It wasn’t even the Sentry.

It was the Void.

And now the Void was wide awake and alert.

Everything was red.

Walls crumbled like paper. Screams ringed loudly through the background– every member of security was scrambling. Someone begged for a tranquilizer. The glass melted from the hallway cameras as the lights stuttered and died.

He didn’t even look human anymore. Gold eyes. Black smoke curling from his skin like tar. He wasn’t walking–he was gliding forward, radiating fury. A voice like thunder cracked the silence:

“Who touched her?”

You coughed from where you were curled on the cot. Blood on your lip. You tried to stand, but stumbled. The moment your knees hit the floor, Bob shattered. Or maybe that’s when Sentry took over fully–no longer able to be held back by human guilt, no longer softened by protocol. He didn’t stop at the door. It exploded open with a blinding flash, heat searing the air. A trembling agent fired.

Bad choice.

Sentry caught the bullet mid-air and snapped his fingers. The gun evaporated. The man screamed as his arm bent the wrong way, suspended by nothing.

The Void was rising–blotting out all reason.

“Bob,” you rasped. “Stop. I’m okay--”

But he wasn’t Bob anymore. Not fully. He turned toward you–crackling energy rolling off him. Void and Sentry both trying to surface, pulling at the same body, eyes blazing gold then blinking and glowing black.

“They hurt you,” he growled, low and guttural. “They will die for that.”

You stumbled toward him, dragging your broken leg. “Hey,” you whispered, touching his chest. His heat nearly burned–but you didn’t pull away. “I’m here. I’m okay.” 

He flinched.

The Void’s rage twisted, but Sentry’s light pulsed under the surface. Torn in two.

“Don’t make me watch you become something you’ll hate knowing I witnessed,” you breathed, leaning into him. “You found me. That’s--that’s what matters.”

He dropped to his knees like a falling star. The energy hissed and died around him. His shoulders shook as tears fell down his face. You touched his jaw, guiding his face to yours. “Come back to me, Bobby.” He was crying. Quiet and broken, breath ragged. “I thought you were gone,” he whispered. You wrapped your arms around him. His frame trembled like a dying sun. “I thought you were gone. You’re mine, my husband, my love,” you murmured into his neck. “I’m not going anywhere.”

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Valentina survived.

Barely.

She limps now. She constantly looks over her shoulder, when the lights flicker her breathing stops until they go back to normal.

Because while the world still calls him “Sentry” and prays he’s contained–She knows better. She knows you are the only thing that keeps him human. The only thing that can control him.  And if they ever try to take you again? There won’t be anyone left to stop the Void.

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[doll2sick]

thinking about pussy slapping w simon >.<

(this is my first drabble hehe pls be nice guys meow)

simon is a man of very few words. he likes to get his point across without having to say it twice. he’s never one to fuck without pulling at least three orgasms from you- it’s the least he can do, right?

you’d be writhing against the sheets of your shared bed, soft cries and whines falling from your plump kiss bruised lips, and you had lost count of how many times you came. if you weren’t aware of simon’s training in the military- you would think his amount of stamina was a fucking superpower.

“cmon, birdie, i know this pretty cunt got a few more in ‘er.” he would grunt- a soft slap to your cunt at first, the light tough making you writhe. if your vision wasn’t so blurry- you would see an almost sadistic smile curling on his lips.

you choke out a cry- finally blubbering out a coherent sentence as he’s forcing his cock in and out of your poor weeping cunt.

“si! i-i can’t! s’too much!” you cry out, hot tears rolling down your reddened cheeks. he could feel your cunt fluttering around his shaft- eliciting a groan from him. “bullshit, luvie- she’s absolutely beggin’ for it.” he’d chuckle lowly, tapping your chin to make you look down at where you and simon were connected. “look at tha’, love- shes absolutely soaked.” he’d muse.

when you protest again- you’re met with a harsher slap to your cunt, your lips parting as you let out a squeal of pleasure mixed with pain. simon’s pace never stutters when he does this, his cock prodding at your cervix as he lifts your hips up a bit more with his strong hands- hitting the spot that makes you see stars.

“you ain’t done till i say yer done, kay luvie?” he growls- leaning down to place sloppy kisses to the sensitive flesh of your tits.

“give me three more.”

[nohhhdrr]

I love this so much more then the other thread to be honest. I mean i did cry but Tim never knew Danny was his soulmate. I'm not sure he ever knew he even had one. Tim was young at the time. No one explained anything to him. Maybe after finding some case of rejected soulmate going crazy and doing "if i can't have you no one can" he finds out bout the whole soulmate writing on your skin. Danny truly did fuck up. He was very affected emotionally and was hurting. So he lashed out. And considering he was 16 in this thread? (I'm not sure for how long he stayed antagonizing tim in the other one) Yep. I can see that. So both of them now grown up. Both supposedly having moved on from each other, right? But now adult tim (which i'm pretty sure means 21-25. Danny was affected by Tim's rejection for a very long time but these types of things can make you burn out. And after a second rejection? Yeah. Danny VERY hurt but ultimately he burned out. His brain just decided he can't spare any more energy on this emotional wreck of a ride) has to feel the rejection Danny felt all time when they were teens. I wanna see if it would drive him up the wall like it did to Danny back in the day or would Tim keep himself in his tight grip of self-control. Considering how unhinged (usually in a good way) Tim is on a normal day? Yeahhh... I think he would not handle it well. Especially if we remember how obsessive he was in his cloning days. (Actually, now that I think about it, what if because of the Tim's cloning thing the whole batfam (and probably Tim's team minus Tim and maybe Kon) think Kon was Tim's soulmate and that's why they never thought the possibility of this being why Danny was so obsessed with Tim in his teens?) I want the whole batfam clicking the pieces together while Tim is bluescreen-ing and obsessing in the back ground. Just Danny being "yeah my bad. yeah... sorry... yeah." and scratching the back of his head. Like HE moved on and for him it's just awkward and embarrassing now. Like how some boys had experience of being in the mind set of "nice guy" while having a crush a selebrity (and probably sending dm-s to that selebrity). THAT would be the level of embarrassment, awkward-ness and guilt he would feel. For danny? It's low stakes now. He got through it and now can finally look at the situation objectively, without the overwhelming amount of emotions clouding his judgement. Yeah it was his bad for lashing out and not communicating at all. There are a few hiccups and some pretty rash actions on batfam's side of things but overall? Yeah.. Sorry I was such a mess back then. It's okay if you don't forgive me. I did cause a lot of greif for all of you. I can give you all a few favors as compensation.

He doesn't even look at Tim anymore. He saw that he wasn't listening and decided to not waste time, just explain everything to his ex-soulmate's family and then go back to his lair.

He has his duties to fulfill (And if we want to hurt timmy more, we can have him taking care of his children (which magic community would supposedly know about. They didn't know HE was the king but they DID know about the new king and his children, for example) that just were cores of all the dead, terminated and or still cryo-sleeping clones that Vlad made back in the day. We can have him save each clone with the help of clockwork or only save those that were in cryo-pods to minimise the sheer amount of children he has to raise.)

Just Danny felling awkward and a bit guilty on his end while Tim is having to grapple with the overwhelming feelings of quiet rejection on his end. Danny did make Tim feel something while he was antagonizing him back then. But Tim? he would have no chance of doing the same now. Danny seen everything. Danny moved on

@gilbirda Ok, so you made a snippet of on of your AUs a while back (braindead rejected! soulmate i think) and I haven't been able to think of much else since. So my brain made a little thingy for you!

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1. Tim takes a risk one day by writing back to whoever was doodling on his body, with a glittery purple gel pen, asking them to stop trying to contacting him.

All the person asked was, "Why?"

Tim never answers.

2. Danny faces constant rejection from his peers, authority figures, his parents and sister neglect him and now his own soulmate doesn't want him. They hadn't even met before he was rejected. Jazz finds out about Dannys powers and tries to reach out but Danny rejects her pretty violently due to his own pain. Then the episode where Sam and Tucker ditch him for Gregor happens and he gives up.

The two people in his life that has had pretty much complete control over his life and trajectory just abandoned him and he does not take it well. He ripped the symbol off his chest, disappeared and never came back.

3. Danny zooms into a new dimension/universe/whatever to avoid his former friends and family from being able to track him only to land in a place called Central City and immediately getting roped into helping Captain Cold who gives him a normal domino mask and they end up working together for a while.

4. Danny somehow overhears one of the speedster talking on the phone about his friends brothers soulmate issue at some point and they perfectly describe the interaction that happened between Danny and his soulmate all those years ago, down to the glittery purple gel pen and the types of doodles Danny had made as a kid and the things he said.

Danny learned one of his soulmates belonged to a group of detective vigilantes in a place called Gotham. Unfortunately he was spotted by the speedster and Danny had to bounce.

5. The Flash made reports to the Justice League about a meta teen who hes been having trouble with for a while and can't seem to pin down. He only asked for tips though as he "could handle it himself."

6. Danny leaves for Gotham and learned about Catwoman and Batmans weird Master Thief and Greatest Detective dynamic and decided that's what he wants to do. He was going to make his soulmate chase after him one way or another. Someone was going to want him even if they were wanting him behind bars.

He begins robbing bank vaults and museums, leaving no trace or clue as to what happened until he starts leaving a calling card of sorts.

7. Jason, who's been on the outs with his family lately meets this spunky white haired meta kid running around with a sci-fi mask/visor thing and giving supplies to homeless encampments and keeping the less fortunate alive and befriends him. He learns that this is the guy everyone has been searching for and just...tells no one. Jason is all for a Robin Hood vigilante, and really, its kinda funny to see his family squirm.

8. Phantom and Catwoman rob the same museum at the same time but for different things. They stare at eachother from where they're both still crouched from thier respective landings until Danny breaks the tension with "I didn't see you if you didn't see me?"

Catwoman laughs, amused. "Sure."

9. Danny finally narrowed down which of the batfam is his soulmate and introduced himself to them as Phantom.

The first thing Danny did was hit on Tim. Tim is flustered but otherwise doesn't really respond to it and tries to fight Phantom into submission, so of course Danny ghosts him by disappearing through a roof mid fight. Danny made a big show of his intangibility in that fight and made it seem like it was the only power he had but he was very skilled with it and he wanted to impress him.

10. Phantom becomes well known to the underbelly of Gotham. Mostly the homeless and nightworkers. But Danny was open and friendly. Never judging and always ready to lend a helping hand. Even better. He never came to collect on favors.

Over time, they became loyal to him.

11. Danny gets framed for a series of murders and the whole gang (minus Hood) are trying to capture him, thus, motorcycle chase scene. They use the white of his tires to tell when he's gone intangible due to all the dirt falling off the wheels. Nightwing jumps onto the bike and shocks Danny with his encrizma sticks right before Danny grits out "bye bye birdy~" and makes a big show of taking in a deep breath and holding it.

Nightwing is forced to jump off the bike as Danny runs through the concrete abutment of the overpass and coming out the other side

12. Danny meets Tim and Duke in his civilian form while he was at a Wayne tech conference. Danny had been asked about one of his inventions and was trying to show off the blueprints and explain things and thats why he was there in the first place. Duke of course, was internally screaming because that's the guy thats the guy they've been hunting for nearly a year but can find nothing on.

Red Robin confronts Phantom that night on a rooftop and Phantom laughs at him, "Thats why I was avoiding Signal for so long. He'd see my magical girl form and know instantly."

RR holds out a pair of handcuffs and says "Its over Danny." Phantom smirks and says, "I don't think it is, Tim" before jumping off onto a different roof and disappearing into the night. Tim is shook.

13. Danny over hears Robin berating RR at an old clocktower and intervenes, "Little Wayne, you do realize you were the first person I figured out, right?"

Damian proceeds to lose his mind.

14. Tim accidentally finds a material that Phantom can't phase through and quickly gets to work making things he can use against Danny. What he doesn't know is that Danny can phase through it he just pretended he couldn't because he wanted to see what would happen/what Tim would do.

Danny can sense the material and it feels really wierd to him, but doesn't harm him at all.

15. RR manages to knock Phantoms visor off his face and realizing it was made of tech he swipes it and brings it back to the cave for study.

He wasn't ready for all the information on the computer. Not only was his nemesis(?) from another plain of reality (he thinks Danny is from the ghost zone) but he was once a superhero with his own Rogues Gallery and human city to protect. Which begs the question, why did he become a Phantom thief?

16. The Joker hears about Phantom giving the bats the run around and comes to a misunderstanding about which bat he's been messing with which ultimately ends with Joker saying that he is Batmans ultimate nemesis and Phantom asking what that had to do with him? The misunderstanding is cleared up when Phantom complained about Joker even thinking that he was flirting with Batman because "Ew! He's an old man!"

Joker still got a few shots in for the heck of it but so did our ghost boy but they were no longer enemies.

17. The whole batfam had been freaking out about finally capturing Phantom and celebrating and plotting on how they were gonna get him to keep his mouth shut about thier identities until Jason came in,

Jason: Need help?

Phantom: Please?

Jason: *escapes with Danny*

Batfam: What?! No!!! Why?!

18. The batfam have only a vague idea of the Robin Hood thing going on. They know he's doing it just not to the extent its gone to. They find out later on that Phantom had been working with RH and his gang to sell off the items and most of the profits go to helping people. Other times he strait up gives jewelry and whatnot to children and working girls because "Everyone deserves something pretty, and even if its not your style you can keep it for a rainy day"

Phantom quickly gains a following and Danny doesn't even know about it. Clueless indeed.

19. Dannys main motivation in this is essentially just playing Cops and Robbers with Red Robin. Nothing else really matters to him. Not the robberies, not the fact he's working with a crime lord, not even his own safety matters much to him anymore. Hes readily zooming down the path of self destruction and Hood starts telling his family stuff, but only because he was genuinely worried about "Casper" crashing and burning.

20. No one knows why Phantom is fixated on Red Robin. He refuses to tell them. Red thinks its just because he's the smartest of the bats and he's not entirely wrong.

21. Danny legit started scheduling his heists with Tim to ensure they're both free after one couldn't make it too many times which blew the birds mind. Phantom must have been just that confident that he would always win. The bats eventually think Danny will stop stealing if RR isn't in the city for a long period of time. Danny more or less followed him and stole stuff from whatever city Tim was in. If there wasn't any museums or banks then Danny would steal a local landmark. Tim still wasn't sure how Phantom stole an entire building that one time but it had never been seen since.

22. Hood grows to be very protective of our favorite ghost boy. They bond and are actually really close. Danny admits he always wanted an older brother.

23. Tim goes off world for a while to see how Danny would react and Danny just...drops off the radar. No one knows where he is and after a week or two they start getting worried.

Tim returns after three months and Danny reappears two weeks after him with a tan and keepsakes from the places he visited on his vacation. Tim later screams into his pillow.

24. Tim has made it his personal mission to figure out who Danny really is, why he's fixated on him, where he came from, ect. Hes trying so hard but can't find anything. Its almost like he didn't exist before. Tim suddenly got an idea after Phantom accidentally got hit in the face and got a nosebleed. Tim saw green blood and immediately realized Danny might not even be human. Fortunately for our little ghost, he thinks he's an alien. A Martian specifically. Tim manages to snag a good sample from treating Phantoms wounds. Ghostboy was so focus on his core thrumming and mentally comparing it to his heart racing that he didn't even notice.

25. Tim later freaks out because the meta is freaking made out of Lazarus water.

The entire batfam was not happy to discover this and decided to work together to pressure Phantom into telling them what he was and what exactly he wanted.

[blossomcola]

puppy!reader going into a heat and g!p aespa are there to help her 🤤🤤

- ⭐️ anon

pairing. dom!gp aespa x puppy hybrid!fem reader.

content warnings. blowjob, breeding, creampie, deep throat, degradation, face fucking, humiliation, throat fucking, riding.

the idea of owning a hybrid puppy was giselle’s. surely she and the girls wanted to have a pet since they lived together in the same home and a small and loving presence that warms their hearts would not be a bad idea, but they were very foolish to leave everything in giselle’s hands after she offered to be the one to get this canine presence… just imagine the girls’ reaction when giselle enters the apartment and says, “come on, my pet.” and behind her a puppy girl timidly enters the home??? they would have thought that it was just giselle messing around, making one of her dates wear fake puppy ears just to tease the girls, but seeing how your ears went from being still to moving fully on each side of your head as you felt embarrassed for being under their gaze, they knew that giselle wasn’t playing a joke on them…

karina would probably be the most common among them because she sees you as a precious little thing that needs special attention and care 🥺 she is the one who treats you best and is always attentive to your needs, which would cause you to always be behind her, following her around and always seeming to be waiting for her to give you orders or commands because you listen to her! at first, karina wasn’t entirely sure about having a hybrid and always felt against giselle’s firm decision. but seeing how you are always behind her and do what she asks without question makes her quickly change her mind and thoughts.

of course she wouldn’t be very sure about helping you with your heat because she sees you as her sweet love and can’t think about fucking you, but seeing how you stand in front of her and hug her leg while begging her to please “don’t be mean” gives her a pang in her heart and she feels guilty for making you have a bad time :( luckily karina quickly changes her mind and ends up fucking you in her room <3 she’s trying not to lose her sanity and destroy you because you whimper so cutely and your legs can’t seem to stay still on her shoulders that karina is using all her strength not to fuck your holes until the bed breaks — but of course, if you ask nicely and in the best way, maybe karina will leave manners aside and give you what you want.

giselle… the worst of all. she wouldn’t take care of your problem, but would make you solve it on your own, like? by riding <3 giselle would have no compassion and would not feel sorry for you even when you are in a vulnerable stage and moment, so don’t expect her to help you with your heat because unfortunately it won’t happen :( watching you bounce on her cock, squirming in her lap and holding onto her shoulders is an image that completely feeds giselle’s ego. she would do it mainly because she loves watching you beg her to please help you when you are simultaneously riding her cock with the energy of a puppy who wants to play with its owner, only in this case it is a puppy that is receiving little attention from the one who is supposed to love her :( giselle would torture you until your eyes burned from crying so much and only silly babbles came out of your lips, lulling in false understanding as you noticed how little by little she was managing to break your sanity.

winter and ningning would be in this together because i see them both being so needy that they couldn’t wait for the othe’s turn first and then it’s their turn. winter would have you on your hands and knees because your harmless pleading for her to help you was more than enough to make her head spin, so she would probably develop a breeding kink given the idea of filling you to the brim and then seeing a small baby bump on you because your belly is full of her seed would make her more desperate and needy than you. she is an idiot who easily gets the most twisted and perverse ideas in her head, so you can expect a “gonna give me your puppies, baby?” from her <3

ningning wouldn’t want to be left out of the fun so she would be kneeling in front of you, presenting her cock to your eager mouth because all good puppies deserve a sweet and delicious candy as a reward for their good behavior! pretty thing becoming louder and whinier than you because you were seriously sucking her cock like it was candy, but it’s not like she’s complaining!

[endahouselikecarpet]

Date Everything x Reader

Going on a Picnic

[I don't have a real way to say how they get out of the house. Could be the canon way (not saying it so I don't completely spoil it, or whatever way you imagine :) ]

Timothy- The initial response: Oh, a picnic? And, it's pre-scheduled and everything! How marvelous! How romantic!

Reality: BUGS! BUGS EVERYWHERE! "Oh, my whiskers! My poor ears!" He would fuss. Tries to hide under the blanket, but even that doesn't save him.

You tried to tell him you can head home, but he insists you stay. There's still a half hour left for this on the schedule after all. If you wait or set it up closer to sunset when the insects aren't as crazy he really enjoys it.

Kristof- Now, he's always happy to show off how strong he is, especially if it's something helpful like carrying things for you. But, once it's time to just sit down, he's struggling. What do you mean you just sit here? He enjoys nature, but you could at least go for a hike or something??? Where's the violence????

However, if you were there for a special occasion and there happened to be fireworks- he would have thought he died and ascended to a holier place. The noise! The explosions!! THE VIOLENCE!!!!

Cabrizzio- Oh, he is in love! With you, of course, but also with this idea. Will bring a blanket. You tell him there are tables there, but he won't have it. It's not a picnic unless you're sitting on a blanket on the ground!

He's a bit more lax on that after his legs are itchy after being on a wool blanket and having grass bristle against them. Will still insist you both do it again though.

Dorian- Time to just rest? This is pretty nice. It didn't have to be this specifically, but it's nice to be out and see the sunshine every once in a while. He's mostly happy because it involves being with you and sitting down for once.

Will be hungry afterwards, though. I don't think light, typical picnic food would be filling enough for some of his build.

Lux- You want them to... go outside? With the dirt and and trees and shit??? To... see grass, and dare they say, touch it???? Have you lost your mind?????

When they realize it's at the very least a good photo opportunity, they're... mostly for it. They're not going to be keen on setting things up, other than nit-picking how it looks on camera. And, as soon as they even think about sweating, they're ready to go.

But, they will have fun, actually, and be less against the idea if you ask again.

Kopi- Oh, my gosh! A picnic sounds so sweet! She's absolutely beaming from the moment you ask her, to the moment you get back home.

She always works so hard, and to have a fairy tail moment like this and getting treated like the princess she in makes her feel so appreciated.

You'll basically have to drag her home when it's dark, because she never wants this to end. Even then, she manages to get you to stay a bit longer by pointing out, "But, there's fireflies. Can't we stay a little longer to watch the fireflies?"

And, since she asks for it, if course you'll give it to her. What's fifteen more minutes really going to hurt?

Eddie and Volt- Eddie thinks it's a bit cheesy, but he secretly loves that kind of stuff. You would have to wake up Volt. He works at a night club, dear. He hasn't seen the sun this bright in a while.

Eddie just sits there and let's the sun shine on him. Volt would want to feed you stuff. Like, he's supposed to do that, he's seen it on movies and everything. Eddie will feed Volt, not so much as a romantic thing, more because he needs Volt to stop talking for two seconds; Volt had been talking both your ears off because he can't handle the quiet.

Things are fun, but chilled. It wouldn't be odd if Volt dozes off on Eddie or your shoulder.

Hector- It would take some time to convince him to go. He seems like someone that struggles with agoraphobic tendencies. But, if you're going to be there with him, then perhaps it will be alright.

He absolutely loves when you get him to the place where you want to set up. He loves the feeling of being close to you, the love of his life, and seeing the beauty that surrounds you. To share this gentle moment.

Then it happens... the allergies.

Oh, god, the allergies! Hector tried to play it off like it was just a few sneezes. But, then his eyes started to itch. Soon enough, his nose was completely stuffed.

Get this poor guy home and get him some meds and tea. If there's anything he could thank his histamine system for, it was letting him get taken care of by you.

He would actually love to go on another picnic with you; just be sure he takes something before you go this time.

[pinkmarbella2050]

Oh, Tale as Old as Time, for sure. It’s a crossover of Escape The Night and Beauty and The Beast inspired by Lydia The Bard’s villain song for Belle.

2. Does it count if you have planning for it? Because if so, my novelisation for The Traitors UK Series 2. I'd love to finish scripting those episodes ASAP so I can outline the fucking thing.

3. I like how I can take some pretty wild shit and make it tangible and I have a bit of a knack for taking innocuous things and making them really creepy. In Tale as Old as Time, I've taken one of the things and rewrote the lyrics to make it really fucked up - and if you sing it over the top of the original song (or the 2017 one, it works for both!), it works, so I guess that's my claim to fame. 4. That's a tough one. Maybe unrequited love? I wanna try it, but I'm worried that, if I do write it, I will unintentionally villify the person whose feelings are unrequited, so I always get scared to. XD 5. A lot of my fics are really satisfying to finish, to be fair, but it's because quite a few of them are pretty emotionally taxing. I've cried writing a good couple of my fics - some notable examples being My Life Closed Twice Before Its Close and Its You I Welcome Death With - so getting to the end of those was pretty nice. 6. A lot of my fics have sequels, but if I had to write a standalone I had to write for, probably I Am The Star of The Stage (but not of your heart). I could do a sequel poem set at Laurex's wedding or something. 7. Quite a few of them since my fics don't have that many comments on them. If I had to pick one, definitely Rejoining Their Ranks; it did take off a bit, but I was surprised there wasn't much feedback on it. Obviously, I'm not entitled to comments, but I can't say I wasn't surprised since I thought the AU would be more popular. 8. I'm gonna go for Tale as Old as Time here; it's a series of shorter stories that tell one big story (each story corresponds to a canon episode). My favourite bit of it so far is probably in Plumage of Madness (the equivalent of Episode 4) because Chapter 3's ending has one of my favourite things I've ever written in it. I'll use it as my answer to Question 19. 9. I've talked about it briefly, but my Traitors UK Series 2 novelisation, which I'm probably gonna reveal a bit more about soon because I keep running my mouth about it and providing no additional info. It basically tells the story in novel form from the POV of the eventual winner (who I won't say for spoiler reasons). Along the way, we have more psychological explanation, real life and the game crossing over, a few slight changes for drama and a lot more gothic happenings. 10. I've been a horror/thriller/drama writer since I was, like, 11. If it's dramatic/emotional, I can write it quite easily. I really struggle with romance because I've never written it as a single genre and I doubt I ever could. 11. This is actually something I'm gonna do something for Tale as Old as Time! Once the main story's out, I'm gonna tell it from the perspective of two other people. It'll definitely change things, such as how certain characters are viewed (including the characters whose heads are in), there's new descriptions and opinions and more development on all fronts. It'll be interesting, for sure. 12. Well, there's a couple things I have named after songs, so those sort themselves out (i.e: Its You I Welcome Death With has As The World Caves In by Matt Maltese associated with it and And The Funny Thing I Would've Married You has doomsday by Lizzy McAlpine associated with it. In terms of other fics... My Life Closed Twice Before Its Close has Kurt Hugo Schneider's cover of I Will Follow You Into The Dark associated with it. I listened to it on repeat when I wrote Chapter 4 and I think that's part of why I cried writing it. XD 13. Other than The Traitors novelisation and Tale as Old as Time, I have some other fics kicking about that I wanna write. I have an AU for Escape The Night Season 2 where I take a plotline that was dropped pretty quickly and just fucking run with it and shit just gets wild from there. It's called Taking Them All Out and its Alex-centric. Last time I left off, I was on Chapter 6, so I wanna pick that back up when I get a minute and have nothing else to do.

14. I have a lot of OCs I wanna write for! I wanna start an OC Universe, which is a mix of my OCs in different fanfiction (these OCs are actually the cast of Tale as Old as Time) and in some original works of mine as well. Since I usually write fanfiction (and have done so for the past several years), it'll be interesting to basically blend the two. 15. I actually have a fic planned called I Don't Say A Word (but still, you take my breath) and it is for Jesse/DeStorm from Escape The Night Season 2. The premise is that, in the Victorian Era, DeStorm, a railroad tycoon's son who struggles with internalised homophobia, falls in love with Jesse, an outlaw and security detail for his father's railroads, but he's straight and its all an absolute fucking shitshow. I've been meaning to write it for absolutely fucking ages. 16. I have a fic called I'll Be Yours Forever ('til forever falls apart) and its for Janiel (Joey x Daniel), also from Escape The Night. It's a spin-off to The Twisted Victorian Requiem. 17. There's two at the minute, those two being Judas by Lady Gaga and Good For You by Selena Gomez. 18. It really depends; sometimes I'm hoping you laugh, sometimes I'm hoping you cry, sometimes I'm hoping you'll just be like 'what the fuck is going on in here on this day?' like Alyssa Edwards herself. It really depends on the vibes we have going on. 19. Time for the extract I mentioned in Question 8!

He wandered alone in this stone nightmare, his footsteps echoing off the walls as he turned corners and looked around aimlessly, trying to make sense of it all. How Belle, smart and kind and a practically perfect role model, had become so twisted in this world, unlike the story they knew. How everyone seemed to change so quickly. 

How she, the one who fell in love with the Beast’s heart despite his hideous appearance, now damned love to hell and left those who felt it to suffer.

A large stone balcony peeked out through one of the windows, and Eric flung open the nearby door to reach it, to be anywhere other than this prison of death. A spill of periwinkle stars emerged, shivering in the distance, the night wind stinging his numb, indifferent face.

He walked out further and slumped against the railing, ignoring the cold seeping into his skin as he rested his arms. He could easily just roll his sleeves all the way down, but the thought of doing anything brought with it a wave of worthlessness and heaviness.

With a sluggish, deliberate movement, he reached into his pocket, pulled out the ring box and pried it open. An opal embedded in a silver ring awaited his eyes, its colors shifting under the moon like a desperate chameleon camouflaging itself. It was just like her, in a way; hopeful and honest and so much more than how she first appeared.

She may never get it, the cynical part of him said, anybody could die here.

Hoping to shut his brain up, he pocketed the ring again.

He didn't want to hear that his love was gone. He didn't want to know how it would feel to have lost her, to lose that gentle face and those scarlet lips, to no longer see life in those great, still eyes as eternal as diamonds.  

He had seen it once through Zach. He didn't want to see it in himself.

He didn't want to think that she wasn't strong enough to pull through, but it did cross his mind, weighing down the light wings of his love.  

The thoughts continued. Another's. If she was gone, she would be another's.

She would be Death's. 

And he would love her too (who couldn't love that woman?). But the thought of that froze him stiff on the balcony, tightened his fists around the cold stone of the railing until his knuckles were white.  

Dear God, Leila, he prayed, please don't die. 20. I think that's all of them! Thanks for reading, guys!

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[itslifetreesworld]

So I've been having this idea of doing one of my favorite looks of Ethan and Benji across the M: I series! Obviously Benji joined in mi3 so I put the first two Ethans together to jump start everything. I hope to do each one every day so stay tuned!

I will also write something explaining why I picked that particular costume/look, with screenshot references and anything I found interesting during the process, so if you are interested in some ramblings here we go:

Mission: Impossible

I know everyone thinks of the Langley suit when talking about the first M: I movie (so am I). I'm not saying it's overrated because it's not, but I do think maybe that's too much of a cliche if I also pick that? So the other day I watched a video essay discussing the evolving of costumes in movies and they mentioned this grey striped suit with blue shirt and a blue tie in M: I and I just thought, damn, that's a really nice suit:

It was the suit Ethan wore when he met with Max. It's a bit of a shame that Ethan slowly turns to a very utilitarian all-black-and-leather choice of clothing and does not really wear anything like this anymore.

Plus, I think it is one of the very few times where Ethan wears a long coat (the only other appearance actually being in FR? Correct me if I'm wrong)

Mission: Impossible 2

Ok so the thing is, I don't remember a lot from mi2 ... (would you blame me thou) so when I watched it again trying to pick a favorite look, what I realized is that... (Spoiler alert if you haven't seen mi2 which is from,,,literally 25 years ago)

...that a lot of my favorites are actually the villains in Ethan's mask!?!? I find it very funny but then it would not be fair to do that, maybe I can do that as a bonus one after everything? Anyway eventually I picked Ethan in this grey-ish blue shirt with a vest:

I think this was technically still part of the disguise of Nekhovich, but it was pretty cute (and I'm running out of options)

My favorite part of this look is actually the disheveled hair due to the removal of the mask, and it's also super fun to draw :D

Mission: Impossible 3 (finally)

My first choice of Ethan's look in mi3 is actually the one with the brown suede jacket, which is also the one with the most screen time (I think?)

The second one that came into my mind is the tactical suit during the mission to rescue Lindsey, which is also something l like a lot but never really reappeared on screen:

(btw do you know how hard it is to find anything that's neither pitch black nor blurry while showing the suit during this sequence, this is the best I can do)

But as I put them next to Benji...none of them feels right!? At that point I realized I had no other choice than this aforementioned all-black T-shirt and jeans combo when he called Benji in Shanghai.

I am not complaining about anything, the beaten-up Ethan and the blood are all part of the look and they are VERY GOOD (I mean to draw).

Speaking of Benji, before doing this, I genuinely thought he only had one costume, the one when he's rambling about the rabbit's foot:

But the one when Ethan called him is actually slightly different! I think it was the same blue jacket that gave me the impression of only one costume:

Anyway, I actually preferred the rabbit's foot one, but again for pairing him with Ethan I went with the second one.

Btw I cannot find anything about what pants Benji wears in the movie, so I had to make something up. Judging from the dress code of the IMF at that time, I guess it was probably also something dark or black, colorless, and probably not really Benji's choice of clothing.

Another thing I realized from this is that Benji in his pre-field agent days might be quite sensitive to the cold? In both of the IMF office scenes, he wore at least 4 layers and he kept his jacket on, in comparison Ethan only wears a light sweater while Luther is wearing a sweater and a jacket, no one else in the IMF seems to wear as much as Benji did:

It was probably just part of the character building, to have this kind of geeky-nerdy look? He doesn't seem to wear particularly more than others in the following series.

Anyway that's all of my ramblings for my fav looks in mi1-3! If you made it this far, thank you so much for reading, and looking forward to seeing you again maybe tomorrow ;)

[zstartrixxx]

What do you think marriage would be like with Jack’s characters? Cause I headcanon this..

Roy Goode ( fake marriage to get him out of jail / use as an alibi that turns real after a while )

Patrick Sumner ( arranged ) 

Oliver Mellors ( slow burn / like after the war husband dies and he’s the gamekeeper who takes care in more way - emotional, etc. )

Remmick ( reincarnation )

Lion Kaminski ( drunken mistake / like the vegas wedding trope after a fight with Stan )

MY GOD THESE ARE MAGNIFICENT HEADCANONS!

okay, here are mine (i took extra time to make these more detailed, hope you enjoy):

— Roy Goode:

You and Roy Goode bump into each other at a saloon party in Atascadero. After everything he's been through, all he wants is peace and quiet in his new life—but everything changes when he sees you dancing and laughing with your friends. At first he keeps to himself, shy and dazzled by how you smile and joke around, until he finally gathers the courage to approach:

"Hello, ma'am, nice weather we're havin', ain't it?" You stare at him with a big question mark on your face, then burst out laughing—and he laughs too, nervously. You pull him to dance, and from that night on, you're inseparable. Like, he'll insist on taking you home on his horse, learn "these gentlemanly things" from his older brother, and when he discovers you're an avid book lover, he becomes even more obsessed with you, striking up conversations about the latest books you've read.

He writes you letters in his tortured handwriting (poor guy), but you grow increasingly flustered by this man, until the first kiss happens—quick and simple at first, until you start dating and well... you're a virgin. You'd only marry "pure," but desire wins and you decide to just taste a little—I mean, with the wedding scheduled soon, what's the harm in a little preview?

Done and done: you ride that cowboy like there's no tomorrow. When you walk down the aisle, Roy in his all-black outfit, hat and a grin ear to ear, you're certain he's the love of your life.

The wedding itself is simple. Goode genuinely tries to be good to you at all times; if you have kids (biological or adopted), he'll strive to be everything he never had, and life with him will be uncomplicated.

— Oliver Mellors:

Oliver proposes to you the moment you separate from your then-husband. He won't be the "other man" in your life anymore, can't stand being sidelined, and so he's determined to have you by his side as soon as you're "free." Not out of possessiveness or fear of losing you—it's something deeper, almost complex, this need to truly have you, to desire you so intensely he'd celebrate your union immediately.

The relationship itself was slow: it started with discreet glances, then subtle touches, until the big embrace came, the desperate kiss, the guilt-ridden tears, the rushed sex full of whimpers and moans—until finally, the weight of conscience lifts and you both realize how much you want each other.

Marrying Mellors means being well cared for, well treated, very well served in every way. Kept warm on hot nights, cooled on freezing days; with him, you'll feel the freedom of love—that unique feeling where you can be you, screaming and jumping for joy naked or simply collapsing in his arms after bearing the weight of the world. Because he loves you, and sharing his name with you is his ultimate proof.

To truly become one. An incurable romantic.

— Lion Kaminski:

He wants to marry and start a family. He has no doubts—it's right there in his Kaminski Kleaner future plans collage—but Stan's constant interference, his acute possessiveness in dictating right and wrong, what Lion should or shouldn't do with his life, nearly derails it. Until he meets you. With you, Lion finds the courage to say enough, to draw the line and live his life. So one random day, with no glamour or special occasion, he wakes you up whispering: "Hey, let's go get married?" You're surprised at first, but you'll say yes to that madness, and soon you're exchanging vows pulled up on your phones before a judge—sometimes an Elvis impersonator, Lion in a windbreaker and running shorts, you in a bridal dress bought last-minute at a shop nearby.

Stan freaks out, obviously, but what can he do?

As a husband, Lion is... kinda timid? Like, he's always side-eyeing you, waiting for you to make the first move, watching you with starry eyes and an open mouth as you do the simplest things, always making sure you finish first during sex before just wanting to cuddle.

He exudes that kind of husband energy.

— Patrick Sumner:

This man is so traumatized by the whole marriage thing (thanks, childhood) that the first thing he does after you wed is ensure—absolutely ensure—you won't abandon him. To him, that would be the ultimate betrayal. So he takes this institution very seriously.

Serious, centered, pragmatic, and very clinical. Patrick systematizes your marriage like he's dissecting a corpse—because loving you sickens him with its intensity. He sometimes lies about his own state, bottles up feelings and trauma, all to keep you smiling. You don't deserve a madman for a husband.

So Patrick is the serious type of husband, the one who sits beside you smoking, listening to you talk while he writes in his journal, slowly unwinding.

— Remmick:

Here, we'll explore two scenarios:

REINCARNATION You die and revive countless times while he remains immortal—your soul never forgets his, so no matter how, where, or when you're reborn, you'll always find each other again. And maybe, just maybe, you'll discover why you can never stay together. Is it a curse? Some cruel joke by God (or whichever deity)? Or just the vampire's rotten luck to love and be loved, yet never truly have you?

Remmick may die like you, and each time he resurrects, he's cursed anew: vampirism, chronic illness, a world war, madness, some insurmountable obstacle... But he's always drawn to your soul, and when you casually cross paths, his eyes widen—he knows it's you.

The wedding is always poignant, laced with strange nostalgia (you've done this in other lives), and always bittersweet, because separation will come. But sooner or later, you'll meet again. And in every life, he'll say something like:

"I'll love you in this life as I did the last, and as I likely will in the next."

MARRIED TO A VAMPIRE As his wife—human or not (though I prefer imagining a human scenario here)—you'd share an intense marriage with Remmick. Imagine sharing memories and experiences telepathically, feeling what he feels, and how that could amplify every aspect of your life?

Remmick would cling to you, half-desperate, half-famished. Possessive, perhaps, but when he made you his eternal companion, he did it to ensure you'd truly become one.

(And yes, he'd always find a way to drool over you—if you catch my drift—and lick a drop of your blood as an aphrodisiac...)

[azzishands]

Fan of a fan - Chapter ten

Paige x Azzi

WC: 5.3k

A/N: Sorry for the mixed feelings chapter nine stirred up!🫣

Masterlist

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September 2026

Azzi didn’t want to go. But it was Ice’s first movie as an executive producer, and as the supportive friend she was, she had reluctantly agreed to go to the premiere with Ice. 

“Not to be a star digger, but I think it will really help the publicity of this movie if you’ll show up,” Ice had said and looked at her with begging eyes. 

“Won’t The Huskies attract enough attention?” she had asked resentfully. 

“Only from music fans, but not from the movie fans,” Ice had ignored her tone and just answered the question instead. 

“Besides, it’s been a year. If you run into Paige, I’ll-”

“-I don’t care about that,” Azzi had huffed, and for the first time ever, Ice witnessed a very unconvincing acting performance by her friend.

“Okay, good. So there are no issues then? You’ll come?” 

“Fine,” Azzi sighed, and Ice had immediately shown appreciation by hugging her tightly and squealing. 

And now here she was, in a hotel filled with her stylist, makeup artist, hair stylist, her agent Caroline and her publicist. They had landed on three dresses as options for the night, discussing which one would look the best. 

“I feel like the purple one is really chic, but the black one is really sexy,” her stylist mused. 

And that made it very easy for Azzi to choose. 

“The black one, definitely,” she said, and Caroline couldn’t help but to bite her lip from grinning too much. 

“Someone wants to look sexy tonight,” she teased with a low voice. 

“I look sexy everyday, what’s new,” Azzi scoffed with a smirk. 

“Okay, loving the attitude,” Caroline laughed and couldn’t wait to see what the night had in store for her actress. 

Azzi sat down for her hair and makeup, posed in front of her publicist’s camera when she was dressed, did everything she was supposed to do before the premiere would begin. 

At last, Ice knocked on the door to see if Azzi was ready. 

“Let’s go?” Ice asked. 

“Let’s do this.”

The weather was not too cold this September evening, and the red carpet was visited by a nice late summer breeze that prevented the guests from sweating too much in their dresses. 

Ice was wearing a cute blue cocktail dress that complemented Azzi’s more sensual vibe. 

“Azzi, Ice, right here Azzi,” the camera clicks were loud and the people behind the camera’s even louder. Instructions, compliments, rude comments were all being thrown at them at the same time. 

“Girls, let’s do some individual ones,” Caroline, who was always near them, suggested. 

The two actresses obliged and each took a step away from each other. 

Azzi posed with a serious look, never smiling. She was here to make headlines, and boy did she know how to make them, looking like that. 

“Azzi, do you have time for a quick interview?” a woman carrying a microphone that said ‘People’ asked, waving her over. 

Azzi approached her with a smile. “Of course.” 

“So Azzi, you’re here for the premiere of Old Love, which your friend Ice Brady has had a big part in. Have you gotten a sneak peek of it yet?” the interviewer asked.

“I haven’t! But I also love seeing movies for the first time in the movie theatre, so I am very excited to be here and see it for the first time together with everyone else,” she told her. 

“Your own movie with Zendaya recently had its premiere, how different is it to attend your own premiere compared to somebody else’s?”

“Oh it’s a bit more relaxing to attend somebody else’s. I’m just here to support my friend and watch a great movie, I mean, that sounds like a perfect Friday night, you know? When it’s your own premiere, it feels a bit more like work on a Monday morning. But hey, I love both,” Azzi answered with a charming smile. 

“That’s great. And one last question. You are close friends with The Huskies lead singer Paige Bueckers who will also be here tonight, who happens to have made the soundtrack to the movie. The soundtrack was released last night, so my question is, have you listened to it yet, and what did you think?”

As soon as Azzi had heard the word huskies, she knew she was in trouble. Never before had she gotten a question about Paige in a professional setting like this. A quick ghost of the past flashed in her mind, reminding her that she used to daydream about getting asked about Paige, daydream about getting to answer like a proud girlfriend.

She swallowed by instinct, trying to look as neutral as possible, before answering:

“I haven’t. I guess I’ll hear it soon though,” she forced a smile. The interviewer could clearly see that Azzi got uncomfortable with the question. 

“Thank you Azzi,” the interviewer wrapped it up.

“Thank you,” she said curtly, to then immediately walk up to Caroline. 

“What the fuck was that?” Azzi hissed to her agent. 

“What?”

“People magazine just asked me about Paige,” she exclaimed angrily. 

“What? What did they ask?”

“They said that me and Paige are very close friends and asked if I had listened to their soundtrack yet.”

Caroline gave her a look that said ‘are you serious right now?’

“I mean, she did make the soundtrack to the movie, and people have seen you two pictured together,” Caroline said slowly.

“Yeah, like over a year ago,” Azzi said.

“Azzi, I can go over and talk to them if you want me to tell them to remove that question, but I don’t think there was any bad intent with it,” Caroline nervously laughed. “They weren’t trying to get you.”

Azzi exhaled and relaxed her body. Caroline was right. She had to relax and not read too much into things if she was gonna survive this night. She couldn’t be this reactive already. After all, it was only a matter of time before she probably would see her ex-girlfriend in the flesh. 

She looked over at the rest of the carpet and saw Ice with some of the other producers and the director of the movie, giving interviews. She sighed, knowing that she probably wouldn’t get a hold of her friend until they’d be inside. 

“Let’s just finish this carpet and then go inside,” Caroline suggested, trying to calm Azzi’s nerves. 

Azzi nodded and kept on walking, posing for the camera every now and then, stopping for interviews along the way. She tried to focus on what was right in front of her, the cameras, the interviewer, the red carpet, trying to not look for a certain blonde woman. 

But right when she was at the end of the carpet, she heard the crowd go wild. They were shrieking, in fact. Naturally, she turned her head to the sound, and to Azzi’s horror, there she was. 

At the beginning of the carpet, Paige Bueckers exited a car with a slick black suit and wavy long blonde hair. She looked like she was going to a funeral, which was fitting, because Azzi felt like she could’ve might as well have died right there. 

“Oh my God,” she exhaled shakily at the sight. She wanted to be angry at how good Paige looked, and how she wore that stupidly charming smile in front of everyone. 

“Let’s go inside,” Azzi looked away and swallowed hard, wanting to escape whatever it was that she was feeling. 

Paige hadn’t seen her yet. She was too occupied posing with The Huskies for the cameras and trying not to get deaf by their screaming fans. She didn’t even know that Azzi was gonna be there. 

And maybe that was Ice’s plan all along - to give Paige a heart attack. Because the moment she stepped inside the movie theatre for the screening, there she was. Azzi Fudd, and Paige’s heart almost fell out of her chest.

“Azzi’s here?” she asked in disbelief to her bandmates. 

“Where?” KK asked. 

Paige discreetly pointed at the front row where she saw the actress sitting next to Ice Brady, laughing about something. Her hair was blown out and the upper part of her dress that Paige caught a glimpse of could certainly kill. 

“I didn’t know she’d be here,” Paige swallowed nervously.

“You gonna be okay?” Sarah asked worriedly. 

“Yeah. Yeah, it’s alright,” Paige dismissed. “Let’s take our seats.”

Thankfully, or maybe regretfully, The Huskies were sitting in the back row far away from the actress. But they sat at the side so that the angle was perfect for Paige to still be able to see the profile of Azzi’s face.

Needless to say, when the lights turned off and the screening began, Paige didn’t spend much time watching the movie. She was watching her.

She was watching the movie through Azzi’s reactions. 

And Azzi had a lot of reactions. 

Ice noticed in the first minute of the movie. The opening scene started with the strum of an acoustic guitar, and then the raw vocals of Paige Bueckers, singing straight into Azzi’s heart. She felt her breath get caught in her throat. 

“You okay?” Ice looked at Azzi who looked like she had seen a ghost. 

“Yeah I’m fine,” she had quickly replied and took a deep breath, buckling up for the rest of the movie. If she was already this affected by hearing her ex-girlfriend’s voice in the first minute of the movie, how was she going to survive two hours of it?

On top of that, it was a movie about lesbian love in the eighties with a gut wrenching storyline of heartbreak, redemption, hopelessness and longing. Paige’s voice was really complementary to the whole feeling of the aching loss of love, and Azzi cursed the band under her breath for being such brilliant musicians. 

It was good. The whole soundtrack was really the cherry on top for the movie, and Azzi wondered if anyone could really tell whether the music was written for the movie, or if the screenplay was written for the music. 

She quietly promised to herself that she would never listen to the soundtrack again, for her own health. She then sighed out of frustration, knowing that it was a totally empty promise. 

It wasn’t until the movie had ended that Azzi felt like she could relax. When the credits were finally at the finish line, she sank deep into her chair and let out a breath she didn’t know she had held.

Azzi joined the rest of the theatre in a standing ovation when the lights turned on again. 

“Ah, Ice!” she exclaimed and tightly hugged her friend next to her. “I’m so proud of you. What an accomplishment, what a debut. I loved it.”

“Did you really?” Ice beamed. 

“Of course I did! You should be so proud of yourself, you’ve done great,” Azzi smiled. 

The producers, director, actors - every single one of the production - walked up to the stage and received the loud applauds that were given. 

Azzi grabbed her phone and recorded Ice like a proud mom. The joy she felt for her friend was immense, and she really couldn’t be prouder of her friend. She was in a great mood, already forgotten about the band that was sitting in the back. But that didn’t last long.

“We would like to give a special thanks to The Huskies for writing such beautiful music,” one of the producers said in a microphone and waved the band up on stage. The whole crowd erupted into whistles and another round of applause as they took the stage as if they belonged on it. And they did. 

Paige stood on stage, looking over the crowd with a big smile on her face, before finally setting her eyes on Azzi. 

And time seemed to stop right then and there. 

That was the effect those blue eyes always had on her. She knew that. Yet, her breath caught in her throat the moment they landed on her. 

Paige was full on staring at her.

And Azzi was staring right back. 

God, Azzi was painfully beautiful.

And Paige was so fucking pretty. 

Paige gave a timid smile to her. Azzi didn’t smile back. She just looked at her with a neutral face. 

Paige was already nervous, but seeing Azzi just observing her without giving any hints on her emotions made Paige’s knees go weak. She put her arm around KK for support and tore her eyes away from the actress in an attempt to save herself from completely collapsing on stage. 

The screening ended quickly after that. People were eager to get to the after party, especially the ones from the production. They were ready to clock out of work and celebrate with drinks in their hands. 

Azzi was one of them. She needed a drink, and she needed it now. 

“Slow down,” Ice chuckled as Azzi took two glasses of champagne into her hands when the tray passed her by. They had moved themselves to the venue of the after party and were mingling around the lobby. 

“The Huskies aren’t here yet, you have time to prepare yourself mentally” Ice continued, already knowing why Azzi was downing her alcohol. 

“That’s what I’m doing,” Azzi mumbled and grabbed another glass as she finished her first one. 

Ice just looked at her up and down with a doubtful look, but didn’t push it. 

They ventured further into the venue and caught up with all the people along the way. Azzi found herself having a great time mingling with the actors from the movie, specifically the actress that had played the lead role. 

“I can’t believe I’m here drinking champagne with Azzi Fudd,” she said and put her hand on Azzi’s arm. Her name was Georgia Amoore, and everyone in the industry knew who she was. She was an actress who had already made a name for herself as the next up and coming actress. According to the articles, she was the next Saoirse Ronan. 

“Are you kidding me? I can’t believe I’m finally meeting Georgia Amoore,” Azzi smiled and gained some confidence from Georgia’s touch. 

“Oh please,” Georgia blushed. 

“You know there’s already Oscar-buzz about you, right?” Azzi raised her eyebrows. 

“Stop, you’re making me all nervous over here,” the other actress playfully slapped Azzi’s shoulder. 

“Don’t be, it’s just me,” Azzi teased and rubbed her hand on Georgia’s arm. 

On the other side of the room, daggers were being shot from the one and only Paige Bueckers. She saw everything. 

She saw how Georgia was getting closer and closer to Azzi, saw how she was laughing a little too loud for Paige’s liking, and she saw the way her eyes always seemed to drift to Azzi’s lips. 

“Are they together or something?” Paige mumbled bitterly to KK. She didn’t even have to point to them, because it was so clear what she was looking at. 

“Man, don’t do that to yourself,” KK said and grabbed Paige’s head and turned it towards herself. “Don’t make this night about her. This night is for us, for you.”

But Paige didn’t listen. She just turned her head back to look at the two actresses. 

It had been a year since they last had seen each other, but there wasn’t a day where Paige hadn’t thought about her. It hadn’t gone a second where she hadn’t missed her. 

The day Paige had decided to break up with Azzi, she had accepted the fact that she was giving her up for her siblings. She had accepted the idea of never dating women ever again after that. But seeing that her mom still didn’t let her see Ryan and Lauren, there was really nothing left to lose anymore. 

There was nothing left to lose now. 

It echoed in her head.

“I need to get her back,” Paige suddenly said, like an epiphany.

“Bro, no,” KK sighed. “Don’t do this now.”

“I have to,” Paige said and looked KK dead in the eyes.

“Don’t you think the fact that she has blocked you everywhere is a hint of what she’s feeling towards you?” KK asked. 

“Yeah, exactly, that’s my point,” Paige smiled. “There’s nothing left to lose now.”

KK groaned. 

“Just don’t make a scene,” she shook her head in disbelief over Paige’s sudden decision. 

Paige saw Azzi heading towards the bathrooms and took that as a cue.

“Alright, wish me luck,” she said as she left to go after Azzi. 

The bathroom was big and glamorous, but it was a nice break from the loud crowd out in the venue. It was quiet, and all you could hear was the chit chat from the few women reapplying some makeup in front of the mirrors, and some occasional flush from the toilets inside the stalls. 

Azzi was nowhere to be seen. She was probably in one of the stalls, so Paige sat down at the small sofa that was placed by the wall and waited. 

Azzi didn’t even see her when she exited the stall, she just went straight to the faucet and washed her hands. It wasn’t until she looked up in the mirror that she saw Paige’s reflection walking up to her.

And her body froze as she met those blue eyes in the mirror.

She turned off the water and slowly turned around. Her wet hands leaning on the countertop, making her upper body lean away from Paige who were standing right in front of her now.

“Didn’t know you were close with Georgia,” Paige opened, and immediately internally facepalmed herself. She hadn’t talked to Azzi in a year and that was the line she decided to start with? She could already hear KK in her head, going ‘are you dumb’. 

Azzi raised one of her eyebrows and looked at Paige sceptically. 

“Not that it’s any of your business, but I just met her tonight,” she replied coolly, and Paige’s mouth twitched. 

Paige could feel the eyes of the other women in the bathroom, but didn’t care. She had to make things right with Azzi before the night was over. 

“You look stunning,” she said softly and let her eyes wander up and down Azzi’s body. 

Azzi blinked and bit her lower lip. If anyone else had seen her face, they wouldn’t have seen the difference, but Paige did. Paige saw how she softened just for a second, and that was enough confirmation for Paige that Azzi wasn’t as unaffected as she portrayed. 

“You can say it back, I won’t tell anyone,” Paige added playfully, which earned a light scoff from Azzi.

“Yeah no, I’m good,” Azzi said and cocked her head to the side. Paige just let out a huff of air from amusement and smiled. 

“How have you been?” she asked. 

“Fantastic,” Azzi dryly replied.

Paige realized that Azzi wasn’t going to ask anything back. But she also didn’t leave, and that was all Paige needed for her to not give up. 

Azzi was too occupied trying to breathe. It felt like she was being cornered, while it also felt like Paige wasn’t close enough. Her mind was racing with thoughts. What was she supposed to do? Should she just leave? Should she just push her back into a stall and kiss her? Should she just tell her how much she hurt her to punish her? Or should she go back out and make out with Georgia right in front of her? A million different options were running through her head, but none felt better than the other.

“Azzi, I-”

“-I should go back,” Azzi cut her off. “Georgia’s waiting for me.”

“Wait-”

But before Paige could stop her, Azzi was already walking out the bathroom. 

‘Breathe, breathe, don’t look back’, Azzi thought to herself as she hurriedly left the bathroom. She was escaping from her unresolved feelings towards the blonde by literally escaping her presence. It was just a bonus that it made a statement as well. 

She hoped it hurt, while she also wondered a little bit what Paige was gonna say. 

“Hey, you’re back,” Georgia smiled at her as she returned to the actress. 

But Azzi didn’t even have the time to answer before Paige was caught up with her, suddenly standing right next to them. 

“Hi,” Paige said and looked at Georgia. 

“Oh hi,” Georgia smiled excitedly towards the singer. “I’m so glad to finally get to talk to you. I must say, I love the soundtrack. You guys are really talented.”

“Thank you, Georgia,”  Paige smirked and then looked at Azzi who was looking at Paige annoyed. “I’m sorry to interrupt, but can I borrow Azzi for a moment?”

“Uh, of course,” Georgia said, a bit confused, and stepped away from the small group, saying a rushed “catch up with you later Azzi.”

“Really?” Azzi rolled her eyes as they now were standing there alone. Well, as alone as two people can be in the midst of a party. 

“I just need to talk to you,” Paige swallowed. 

“Not really in the mood for listening,” Azzi just said. “Besides, this isn’t very lowkey of you.”

Okay, that stung.

“I’m not trying to be,” Paige said ashamed, knowing what Azzi was referring to. 

“That’s new,” Azzi mumbled. 

“I miss you,” Paige said softly, and Azzi cussed under her breath for how much those words made her heart skip a beat. 

“Please let me explain everything,” the singer continued and boldly, yet gently, reached out her fingers and touched Azzi’s hand, following her veins with a soft caress. 

Azzi swallowed hard. God, had she missed the feeling of Paige’s touch. She had missed everything, all the time. Just the way Paige was looking at her right now was making it hard to keep being cold. Her body wanted nothing but to throw itself at Paige, aching for her touch.

Paige let her fingers play with Azzi’s, before carefully tangling them together, holding her hand in her own for the first time in over a year. 

And that made Azzi snap out of her momentarily trance of familiarity. 

“No, Paige,” she harshly jerked her hand out of Paige’s as if she had been burned by her touch. 

She looked at Paige with hurt eyes, and it felt like a punch in Paige’s gut.

“You don’t get to do that,” Azzi’s voice trembled from anger, from sadness, from hurt. “You don’t get to break my heart and just come back a year later, thinking I owe you my time to listen to your explanation. It is too late, Paige. You’re too late.”

Paige looked down on the floor like a dog who was being scolded by its owner, except that she knew that this was all fair, and that Azzi was right. 

“Azzi, I made a huge mistake,” Paige pleaded with a small voice. 

“Yeah well, that makes the two of us,” Azzi said, mercilessly. 

That shut Paige up. 

“Congratulations on your soundtrack, Paige,” Azzi said bitterly and walked away, once again. 

Paige just watched her go with sad eyes and a deep sigh. The worst part was that she knew that she had no right. She knew that Azzi’s behaviour was fair. Paige deserved that. She wouldn’t even blame Azzi if she would’ve punched her in the face, actually. 

KK, Aubrey and Sarah had seen it all from a distance, and walked over to their lead singer. 

“How did it go?” KK asked carefully, already knowing the answer. 

“She didn’t want to talk to me,” Paige said with a small voice, sounding as if she was gonna cry any second. 

“Aw pookie,” Aubrey said and embraced her friend. 

“And I don’t blame her,” Paige added. “She has every right to hate me. But I just thought… I don’t know. It was stupid.”

“No it wasn’t,” Sarah disagreed. “It’s never stupid to follow your heart. Paige, that was like the least stupid thing you’ve done.”

WIth that, Paige smiled a little. 

“Think so?” she asked.

“Yeah, and you do a lot of stupid things,” Sarah teased and Paige chuckled. 

Even in the middle of one more heartbreak, she felt lucky she was surrounded by the people she loved the most. The people who never left. 

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October 2026

It was an odd feeling for Paige to be in the church she grew up in once again. It looked smaller than she remembered. The glass mosaic let in colorful rays of sunlight and it made the wooden interior look less dark than it usually did. 

Paige didn’t really know why this was her decision. People had been begging her to go see a psychologist for years, but when she had decided to actually go talk to somebody, the church was the place that felt less scary. 

She was standing right in front of the altar, enjoying the art on the walls and the ceiling, feeling at peace with the silence and the emptiness of the building. She was the only one there. 

Until she heard footsteps behind her. 

“Hello,” an older woman approached her. “Are you Paige?”

She turned around and extended her hand to greet the woman.

“Hi, yes, that’s me.”

“Hi Paige, I’m deacon Barbara, we spoke on the phone,” Barbara introduced herself. “There’s a private room down the hall where we can talk.”

The blonde followed the woman into a small room with a couch and several chairs around a table. Barbara pointed to a chair and sat down right across Paige. 

“So, tell me why you’re here, Paige,” Barbara smiled with a curious look.

“Um, well, I have hurt people around me, and I want to change that,” she started. 

Barbara nodded but didn’t ask any further questions, using her silence to make Paige open up more. 

“Actually,” Paige spoke up, as if she just remembered something. “I used to come here a lot when I was younger. My mom was always here. Well, until she left. I haven’t been here since.”

“How many years ago was that?” Barbara asked. 

“Twelve years ago,” Paige answered without thinking. 

“Do you miss her?”

“Um… I don’t know,” Paige swallowed. “I mean she came back eventually. But I missed her when she was gone, yeah.”

“How did it feel when she came back?”

Paige thought about it. How did it feel? It felt…

“Weird,” Paige said. “It felt weird.” 

“Weird?”

“Yeah. She had been gone for four years. And when she came back into my life, it wasn’t really as my mom, it felt more like getting an acquaintance. Like being with an old friend that you’ve grown apart from and actually have nothing in common with anymore.”

“How’s your relationship with her now?”

“It’s… not really existing at the moment,” Paige slowly admitted. 

Barbara just raised her eyebrows.

“I’d have to go into a whole ‘nother chapter of my life to explain that,” Paige nervously chuckled. 

“Another chapter?” Barbara asked curiously. “And what would that chapter be called?”

And without missing a beat, Paige simply said:

“Azzi Fudd.”

And for the first time, Paige told everything, completely unfiltered, not holding back. She told Barbara about how she liked girls and how her mom found out and left them. She told her about the shame and the guilt for liking girls. She told her about the crush she’s had on Azzi since forever. She told her about her mom’s return and the existence of her siblings and about never mentioning girls again with her mom. She told her about the night she finally met Azzi, and about their relationship. 

And lastly, she told her about the break up. 

“I chose my family,” Paige said with a sigh. “I thought I did the right thing, but I just ended up hurting the person I love the most and still losing my family.” 

Barbara looked at her with a sympathetic face. 

“You were put in a very difficult position. You could’ve chosen Azzi and still ended up right where you are right now,” Barbara said softly. “There was no right or wrong thing to do, you were only given one option, and that was to hurt somebody.”

Paige felt her eyes well up. The burden of guilt somehow feeling lighter on her shoulders from hearing those words.

“The thing I regret the most is how I didn’t tell Azzi. I thought, once again, that I did the right thing by not letting her know the position I was in, because I didn’t want her to feel guilty. But now I realized that she was right. It was nothing but selfish of me to not tell her,” Paige said.

“Sometimes intentions and effect don’t correlate,” Barbara nodded. 

“I wanted to explain last month when I saw her for the first time after a year, but she didn’t want to talk to me.”

Barbara hummed and looked at Paige with a pondering look on her face. 

“Can I ask you something?” Barbara spoke.

Paige just looked up at her, a little scared of what was about to come.

“What is your biggest fear, Paige?”

Paige took a deep breath and thought about it. She could think of the top three worst moments of her life, but thinking about hypothetical fears, that was harder. 

“I’m not sure,” she said at last. “I feel like I adjust myself to each fear that presents itself in the moment.”

“Do you have a fear right now?”

Paige nodded slowly. “I’m scared I’ll miss my siblings growing up. And I’m scared that I’ll never get to be with Azzi again.”

“Both of these fears are about losing people,” Barbara concluded. “Before your mom gave you the ultimatum, and before you broke up with Azzi, did you have any other fears?”

“Well I was scared about my mom finding out about me and Azzi, and the rest of the world to be honest,” Paige admitted. 

“Can I make an observation?” the deacon asked. 

Paige nodded.

“Your fears seem to stem from how your mom left the first time,” she said. “She showed you early on that liking girls meant to lose something, to lose people. You seem to try and control everything around you to not make that happen again, which makes it seem like you think you can deserve someone’s love depending on how much you can control things. You didn’t deserve to be left, Paige. You can never control who leaves or not.”

Barbara had said it so calmly. As if she hadn’t just made everything in Paige’s body tremble in truth. 

“Your sexuality is not what decides whether or not you’re worth staying for, Paige.”

And hearing that was like seeing a part of heaven that Paige never thought was within reach for her. 

“I know your mom’s faith has made a deep impact on your life, but I just hope you know how many people in the church don't care that you like girls, and don’t think you will go to hell at all. People can never be the judge of who deserves hell or heaven anyway. We could point fingers forever. That’s not how it works.”

Paige swallowed hard. It was deeply comforting to hear someone else speak about her and be completely supportive of who she is. She had bared all her wrongs and flaws, and Barbara was still taking her side, making sure she understood that Paige didn’t do it all to herself. 

Barbara had made sure to make Paige understand that she didn’t do anything to deserve her mom leaving. 

And finally, Paige understood just how much power her mom has held over her. Even in her absence she controlled Paige by the fears she had set in her at a young age. 

“How do I take back the power my fears have over me?” Paige asked, almost desperately. 

Barbara smiled.

“Understand that you were meant to be exactly who you are, and never think you have to be anything else. Being yourself, the person you were meant to be, is the most powerful thing you can do.”

She then added:

“Be you. Be great.”

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