#i am. Going to PUNCH andy in the FACE

[catfacedcat]

chris andy art nobody talk to me today

[pablitogavii]

Su doctora

Today was the day you started working with the Barça medical center and you were so excited! Not to mention it was your boyfriends official first day back with the team.

Many people undermined your skill and said you only got the job because you’re dating Gavi but that was far from the truth. You only started dating Gavi after the acceptance letter came to your mail box a few months after finishing medical school.

“Im nervous amor!!” You say checking your stethoscope and Gavi hugged your from behind smiling at the two of you in the mirror.

“Don’t be..I’ll be your first patient doctora” he smirked kissing your neck and you giggled pulling away and turning around in his hold.

“We need to keep it profesional today, okay amor?” You remind him of the rules of the club and he promised to behave.

“Alright, let’s go preciosa!” You two drove together walking in hand it hand before he had to go meet the team and you went to the medical wing to prep everything before their arrival.

“Hola amigo!” Andy was first to greet Gavi who was very happy that’s his friend was finally back home. This was their season and Gavi could feel it.

“Is it true your girl is our doctora today?” Hector said with a smirk and Pablo clenched his jaw..he never thought he would get so jealous of another guy calling you “doctora” which was your title after all…but you were his doctora!

“Yeah, she started working so don’t give her a hard time boys” Gavi said and they all agreed. Pablo really wanted to punch that smirk off Hectors face!

Shortly after they were called in by a nurse.

“Gavi you’re up” nurse said and he proudly stood up excited to see you even thought you were together not even thirty minutes.

When he walked in seeing you in your white coat and your hair tied pack..you looked breath taking to him..so much so he had to remind himself to remain professional.

“Hola…where do you want me doctora” he said and you blushed looking at his bright smile while instructing him to lay on the bed while you connected all the monitors on his raked chest.

“Just breathe normally” you said and Pablo nodded focusing on the task. Only when he saw the nurse walk away to grab measurements from another player did Gavi grab your hand and you turned around.

“He called you doctora..and I don’t like it” he whispered and you held his hand tightly blushing a little..you could t believe something so silly got your boy jealous.

“Who amor???” You ask and he looked towards Hector who was next in line to be checked.

“I am a doctora Pablo” you remind him but he only clenched his jaw letting go of your hand when the nurse returned. He knew he had no reason to be mad at you but he hated the fact that you didn’t care if that cabron called you doctora.

“Am I done?” He asked obviously angry and you sighed not really having the time to deal with his antics right now as you nodded and he left to finish the rest of his rests..you wished he didn’t make such a big deal.

“Hi doctora” Héctor said and you didn’t give him much attention connecting his device and turning to see Gavi who was getting measured while giving the boy daggers

After you checked all of them and it was time for their training you just couldn’t let Pablo leave angry at you..you wanted to make up before he left.

“Gavi..I forgot to analyze your heart if you could come back quickly?” You said and all the boys smirked while your boyfriend proudly walked past Hector and closed the door behind himself.

“Que? I know you already checked my heart..” he said still passively aggressive. You signed pulling him to the corner and placing your hand over his heart.

“Hmm I did that long time ago mi niño…” you whisper looking up with him with pleading eyes and he signed trying to surprise a smile but couldn’t.

“Please don’t be angry Gavitoo” you said and he took a few looks at your eyes before finally nodding his head.

“I’m sorry..but now that you work here they will all call you doctora..I just have to get used to it” he said sadly and you touched his face making him look at you before going on your tip toes and kissing his lips softly.

“But I’m only su doctora Pablito” you say into the kiss feeling him smile brightly.

“Hmm I am gonna call you mi doctora from now on, bueno?” He said and you blush nodding your head.

“Bueno” you agreed

“Bueno, ven aqui mi doctora..” he said holding your jaw before deepening the kiss while holding you in his strong arms protectively.

[spookydrreid]

Let’s Start the New Year Right

Spencer Reid x fem!reader

18+ minors DNI

desc: Spencer and reader get invited to a chill, casual NYE party. But things heat up right at the stroke of midnight.

cw: food mention, Spencer is a little awkward in the beginning, oral (f receiving), unprotected sex, semi-public sex (in a bathroom)... Let me know if I missed anything

wc: 1667

...

“I can’t go dressed like this? People will laugh at me.” 

Spencer looks himself over in the mirror for the tenth time, running a hand down his sweatshirt. It was New Years Eve and you two weren’t doing anything too crazy, just spending time at your friend Andies house with a few others. She’d just bought said house and was desperate for you and the rest of your friends to see it. And what better time than New Year's Eve?

“They will not laugh at you. Andie said she wanted everyone to be casual and casual means jeans and sweatshirts,” you called from inside your closet. “And we’ll be out by the fire. You’ll be more comfortable like this. Trust me.” 

You peak around the corner to his portion of the closet, a small smile tugging at your lips. He looks cute, more dressed down than you usually see him. In fact, this is the most you’ve seen him in the past three weeks. Serial killers don’t take breaks, even during the holidays. So off he and the team went to bum-fuck-nowhere Alabama and missed Christmas.

It was disappointing to say the least. 

But it was his job, something he warned you of previously. However, it didn’t mean him missing important days didn’t hurt. But you sucked it up and smiled through it. Plus, it didn’t matter. He was home and he was safe. 

“I do trust you. But I don’t want to be underdressed.” He sighs moving to grab his tennis shoes, sitting on the little poof seat you insisted on buying. (And that he secretly loved. Not that he’d admit it.) 

You pull your hair out of the back of your sweatshirt, smoothing it down and grabbing a warm hat. “You won’t be. This isn’t like Rossi’s where we dress to the nines and get drunk on champagne.” 

You see him grin as he ties his shoes, a small blush rising on his ears. 

“Yeah he was sad we were coming this year. I, however, am excited we aren’t going. I have spent more than enough time with all of them. They’ll survive without me for a night.” 

You giggle, walking towards him and hugging him from behind. “Yes, baby, your friends will survive without you. You’re all mine tonight.” You kiss his cheek before straightening and checking your phone, “we should head out, sweetheart. Andie will be pissed if we’re late.” 

The drive to Andies was short, filled with Spencer's long winded explanation about why you and he bought your house at the ‘most perfect time’. You loved listening to him ramble, even if half the time he spoke gibberish. You were thankful you could google some of the super big words he used. 

The second you’re parked outside the house, big, beautiful and full of holiday cheer, you see Spencer tense. You’d think after six years together, he’d be more calm around your friends. They helped him with the proposal after all and he still has the group chat. The group chat where they send him memes he doesn’t understand. However, no matter the time, he isn’t the most comfortable with anyone but you. And more so in your bedroom. 

You find it… endearing to say the least. 

You reach over and grab his hand, squeezing it three times i am here. “Ready?” 

He squeezes back and nods, “I am… I think.” 

It’s all you need before getting out and never once letting go of Spencer’s hand. 

Andie stands at the door, smile on her face, two glasses of punch in her hands. “There is my best friend and her hot as fuck fiance!”

Spencer practically cringes at her words, never being one who could handle a compliment. Even if he was the most beautiful human you’ve ever seen. 

“Hi! Sorry we’re late. We had a late night. You know how it is, serial killers killing during the holidays. Dr. Reid forever having to save the day.” You pat his chest, looking up at him fondly. 

He loves when you look at him like that, eyes so wide, filled to the brim with love. He kisses your head and 

Andie fake gags, handing you the drinks in her hand. “Yes, yes. Get inside before we let the kitten out and before the cold air comes in.” 

You sip it, the vodka making your chest feel warm. Spencer looks down at the cup before looking back at you, “I can’t drink. Want this?” You nod, taking it and pouring it into your cup. “A-andie do you have water? Bottled? I don’t like sink water and fridge water tastes funny so bottled is better. Even though it’s not good for the environment.

“But it’s not really us that needs to worry. It’s the famous people who really pollute the envi-” 

Andie cuts him off, “Spencie baby, you don’t have to explain this to me. I have plenty of bottled water. Want a cold one or a room temp one?” 

Spencer curls his lips over his teeth, a small blush creeping up his neck, “cold is fine. Thank you, Andie.” 

“You’re welcome sweet thing.” She digs in her fridge and finds the bottle, handing it to him. “Now, time for a tour.” 

… 

It takes a good few minutes for her to show you both around the house, making sure she explains every single detail even down to the persian rug her current boyfriend bought her when he went to visit his mother. 

Spencer, of course, went on and on about this, that and the third. It was cute. 

But soon you were in Spencer's lap, staying warm by a fire and roasting a marshmallow while Spencer got the chocolate and graham crackers ready. You were two drinks and three shots in, happily buzzed but not even close to drunk. 

“You are so hot when you open chocolate. S’anyone ever told you that?” You say it quietly, not wanting to embarrass him in front of anyone. 

He smirks, using the top graham cracker to slide the toasted marshmallow off of the stick and smoosh it between the other cracker and chocolate. “No one has ever told me that. But there is a first for everything.” 

He takes the first bite before handing you the rest. You pout a little and he laughs. “You ate my smore! Not fair.” 

He kisses you, lips brushing over yours gently, “I will make you another when you finish that one.” “What happened to my shy boy? Getting bossy out here.” You smirk, knowing you’re pushing his buttons.

“I didn’t hear you complaining last night when I fucked you into the mattress.” He says right in your ear, nipping at it slightly. 

You shiver, squirming in his lap. “You-you can’t do this to me. We can’t fuck here.” 

He kisses your temple, “there are four bathrooms here. We totally could. They all lock, I made sure.” 

Andie claps her hands, “ten minutes till midnight!” 

Spencer grips your thigh, “what a way to ring in the new year? Me buried inside you.” 

You cross your legs, trying anything to get some friction. 

“They’ll notice, Spence.” You look around, no one is paying attention to you, most of them sucking face with their dates.

“Oh baby, they won’t notice.” 

Before you know it, your pants and underwear are on the bathroom floor, and Spencer's face buried in your cunt. You bite your fist to quiet the moan. For some reason, it was extremely hot getting eaten out with the possibility of someone hearing you. But that didn’t mean you wanted to get caught. 

“So pretty bunny.” He purrs from below you. He pushes two fingers inside you, easily opening you up. He knows your body better than you do, making mental notes of every little moan, gasp, and sigh that leaves your lips. Because of this it isn’t long before he has you falling over the edge, somehow keeping your moans quiet.

“Time,” He asks as he stands, towering over you.

You check your phone with shaky fingers, “11… 11:50” 

Spencer pulls at his belt with fervor, pushing his pants down till they pool at his ankles. “Gotta keep you quiet for another ten minutes.” 

His lips are on yours, swallowing your moans as he pushes all the way inside you. He doesn’t waste time, his hips snapping against yours. His lips travel from your lips and down your neck, moving your sweatshirt to the side to suck hickies where no one can see them. 

‘Just for me,’ he’d always say. ‘Only for me.’ 

“Spencer, please.” How you manage to whisper it is beyond you. But it doesn’t matter with the way he’s moving. 

“Shh… I’ve got you, bunny.” He snaps his hips faster. 

Your second orgasm comes right at 11:58. And it isn’t long before you can hear your friends counting down. 

Ten.

“Fuck bunny. Feel so good.” 

Nine

“S-spencer…” 

Eight

His hand covers your mouth, muffling your growing moans. 

Seven 

“I know you don’t want to get caught.” 

Six 

“‘Specially not so close to midnight. Right?” 

Five 

You shake your head no. Eyes staying locked with his.

Four

A wicked smirk crosses his lips, his confidence growing. 

Three

“S’what I thought.” 

Two 

His thrust grow more and more sloppy and before long his head falls into your shoulder and his orgasm rips through him, spilling inside you. 

One

His kiss is hard, hands on the sides of your face while he makes out with you, riding out the rest of his orgasm. He’s panting as he pulls back, Spencer's forehead resting on yours. 

“Happy New Years, sweet angel.”

...

I hope you enjoyed! This is my first fic in almost a year. Im nervous to say the least lmao. I love you all ❤️

[theliterarywolf]

WELP. In today's episode of "why we can't have nice things", the dev of "Coffin of Andy and Leyley" got doxxed, and has transferred the rights to the game and completely left the internet. People suck...

At this point, if I hear news about any creator or artist having to punch one of these entitled twits in the face or, worse, bringing out Ol' Reliable, I will feel no sympathy for the injured or maimed party.

Because the amount of entitled twits on the internet who feel like exposing people to legitimate harm just because they made a piece of media you they don't like or they called out their shitty behavior has long since gotten ridiculous.

Because, remember: Gooseworx also got doxxed recently around the time she was reiterating her 'Do whatever you want, just don't act weird to others' stance.

Not to mention the recent slew of people gleefully adopting radfem rhetoric in the name of being 'anti-fiction' (i.e.: the good old-fashioned 'women aren't capable of engaging with dark erotica and, thus, are opening the door to abuse and misogyny by reading smut' takes).

I am so sorry that the AnL dev had to go through that; what the actual fuck...

[smoothoper44tor]

Enemies on the papers, lovers in the shadows

(🔖) Pairing: Jenson Button x male reader

Face claim: Andy Samberg

(🔖) Summary: The McLaren boys go from enemies to lovers during the 2010 season. Apparently, they just needed to blow some steam of.

(🔖) Warnings: use of bad words, degradation, internalised homophobia (kinda), free homophobia f1, suggestive, mentions of hate sex.

masterlist | part two…

27 November 2009 . . .

NEWS

Jenson Button on joining fellowship driver Paolo Primo in McLaren for the next 2010 season.

Both drivers had a very intense rivalry this season, having a very close fight for the championship. Primo failed in winning the championship by 32 points. He assured unfair penalisation, which was, according to him once again, Button’s fault, made him lose.

Button and Primo made several displays of hate between each other during press conferences and interviews. Still, Button is “very intrigued in what will this new season bring him”, and alleges he “couldn’t be more happy to be teammates with Paolo [Primo], I love that guy”

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26 March 2010 . . .

NEWS

Paolo Primo and alleged girlfriend, Joanna Newsom, arriving the Paddock (Melbourne, Australia)

Primo arrived this morning for the first practice along his alleged girlfriend. He hasn’t confirmed being in a relationship, yet they have being seen together in several occasions, being one the Bahrain Grand Prix last week.

He was asked about relationship with teammate Jenson Button after crash in the Bahrain GP, Button was able to keep driving, finishing 7th, but Primo ended DNFing due to damage from the crash. He dismissed the question instantly: “Childs can only act like childs” he said.

Paolo and Jenson were seen having an argument. He was later seen with Lewis Hamilton and Robert Kubica, Renault drivers this season, to not talk to Jenson again for the rest of the morning.

"Get the fuck out, Button" Paolo hissed, barely looking at the blond man. Jenson had sneaked into his drivers room, catching Paolo by surprise while changing into his driving clothes.

"C´mon Pao, don´t be boring" cheekiness brigthed his expression. He kept on trying to get close to the american. Paolo pulled his shirt up, blue eyes glued at him. "I came to check on you" He finally gulped.

"T´thing is I don´t want to fucking see you" Paolo punched the other´s chest with the fireproof in his hand. Jenson could do nothing but back off, his wide smile as a proof he was pleased with the touch. "Seriously, I´m not in the mood" He pronounced each word roughly.

"Stop acting all grumpy, I´m sure we can work this out"

"Work this out! Are ya´ fucking kidding me?" He got closer with each word "I tried to ‘work this out’, and you’ve fucking with me since first day" Jenson was unable to keep his eyes away from him, they were so close. Eyes, lips, eyes, lips, eyes... "Making fun of me, talk shit behind ma´back, fucking my race. My race Jen-" lips. Every word abandoned his mind as Jenson´s hand caressed his curls. His back muscles clenched when the british’s left hand found his waist. The hand curved perfectly against him, shameless teases into his skin. Right when the hand found the curve to his ass Paolo pushed him, not hard enough for them to separate, but rough enough for Jenson to slow down with a desperate breath.

"You kissed me" An amused expression in the curly haired man "Who the fuck kisses in tha’ middle of a fight" Jenson smiled dizzily.

"Things were heating up" He said smugly, the smile on his face growing wider "I didnt figure that girlfriend of yours would mind" That little piece of shit, of course he knew. The team was forcing him into a relationship, good sponsoring they said. Paolo thought nobody would know except his team.

"God, you are an asshole" his hands pushed Jenson against the door of the room hesitant.

"Am I?" The curly haired shallow, ignoring unsuccessfully all the thoughts that run in his head.

"Shut up"

"Man, where were you?" Kubica screamed for his attention as Paolo made his way out of the McLaren motor home. Both Renault drivers looked at him, Robert wearing a cap weirdly and Lewis drinking from his bottle.

"Drivers room, getting ready an´all" he held the racing suit, adjusting the clothing to his waist.

"Having some fun or what?" The older man eyed his neck. Paolo heated up, thinking he had hide the red, now turning purple, spot.

"Uhm, yeah. Having fun" he mumbled. Lewis laughed.

"Hilarious. What a piece you are"

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28 August 2010 . . . (Belgium gp)

paoprimo54

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Hello Instagram?

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user5: he’s so baby girl

jensonbutton: he likes them big

⤷ user5: wow, I wasn’t expecting that

⤷ user2: and he’s talking about en sandwiches right

⤷ user66: be so fcking for right I just knew they banged each other after Australia.

user3: IM GOING INSANE HEs SO BEAUTIFUUUUL 🎀😩

user9: Jensons comments is insane

⤷ user8: those two have the hots for each other

user12: the man you are pao, the man you are 😔

mclaren

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Both of our drivers will renew their contract next year. We’re very proud to count with these young talents, and are be ready to work on the constructors and teams championships!! (tagged: jensonbutton, paoprimo54)

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paoprimo54: Looking forward to our relationship together!!

⤷ jensonbutton: Sure you do Pao

user6: IM LOVING THIS MCLAREN ERA 🤭

user23: 💪🧡🧡🧡🧡🧡🧡🧡

user9: Lovely team, lovely duo

⤷ user47: destructive duo*

jensonbutton: 💪💪💪

⤷ paoprimo54: shut up nutcase 😘

“God” he lets out a heavy sigh. Both of them naked in the hotel room. All windows were open and a lean blanket covered them dramatically “We should do this more often” Jenson looked beautiful with his dumb characteristic smiled, all flustered.

“What? Screwing in my hotel room?” Paolo laughs, resting his head in his right bicep.

“Yeah, but-” Jenson laughs at his little joke “not what I meant. You and I”

“Are you asking me out honey?” The derision in his tone was more than obvious, but the blond melted with the pet name, every little piece of attention melting his skin lovely.

“I am” The American saw Jenson stand up in his elbows just to see his face better “Do you want to go out with me?” A little smile crawling into his face.

“I don’t know Jense” Paolo knew nothing good could come out of that, they could be seen, filmed, but a little voice in the back of his head whispered prayers for him to accept.

“Italian food” Jense’s smile grew back again because he knew Paolo wouldn’t say no to his favourite food.

“Italian huh?” He bitted his lip annoyed “Shit, fine”

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16 November 2010 . . .

skysports

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Paolo Primo winner of the Constructors Championship of 2010 with McLaren. He is the first American winner since Mario Andretti in 1978 and first Jew to win a Championship since Jody Scheckter in 1979. After two DNF’s and a rough time getting along with his teammate, Primo scored the most points, being followed very close by Sebastian Vettel Red Bull’s new acquisition.

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markwebber: Amazing brother💪💪💪

jensonbutton: Very deserved ❤️!

joannanewsom: ❤️❤️❤️

feralonsoofficial: Well done Paolo 💪😘

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6 June 2024 . . .

paoprimo54

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I’ve heard there’s been a lot of talking about mine and Jense’s relationship, has been for 15 years. I just wanted to clarify that we did in fact hate each other for long eight years, buuuuut we just needed to blow some steam and now we’re very close (that’s our kid in the last one).

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user1: definitely not on my 2024 bingo

⤷ user1: not complaining tho

markwebber: Proud of you guys!

user2: PAO N JENSE HUSBANDS CONFIRMED 💕💍👨‍❤️‍💋‍👨

sebastianvettel: 💪❤️

lewishamilton: Baby Lou looks beautiful!

user3: this is actually my Roman Empire

joannanewsom: ❤️

user5: my favourite gays

⤷ user8: best enemies to lovers fr fr

user13: And during pride month… The way I love u Paolo

logansargeant: Happy pride month I guess lol💪

⤷ paoloprimo54: hahah ❤️

[trips2saturn]

TOWL SPOILERS BELOW!!!!!!

enough time has passed and i’m impatient so here it is. episode two debriefing! ❤️‍🔥

danai and andy’s chemistry is unparalleled and has never been executed so well before by any other actors. their words, emotions, and energy into bringing these characters to life in such a tender way is something absolutely so enigmatic and goshshfgshdhsn i just love them. i love their dynamic and their power to create such an immaculate foundation that will always be such a memorable piece for all of us as fans of this franchise. 🫶🏼

michonne and nat deserved more time. point blank period. i sobbed violently and had to pause the episode for ten minutes. i loved his dynamic with michonne and how much impact his character had in under 40 minutes of screen time. missing him forever and ever. and not to be an asshole but their relationship is what the dude-bros wanted rick and okafor’s association to be ! tell me i’m wrong.

dana from a group of 40 people with her sister el. yaaaas go girl! she’s a b your honor please believe her!!! she’s totally not a badass powerhouse wife and mother of two who’s experienced more in her life than the crm ever have!!!

it’s FUCK the crm forever actually. CHLORINE GAS? killing the pregnant lady and her boyfriend???? im distraught. the most disgusting group of people to ever exist apart from the saviors. hoping to see their entire base burn to the ground by the end of this series !!!! <3

RICHONNE REUNITING AFTER CHOOSING TO GIVE UP HOPE TO FIND EACH OTHER 😭😭😭 the universe loves them soooo much they’re like this 🤞 when it comes to fate. i am still actively emotional over all of their scenes. they’re sooo in love with each other it hurts. i’m still on cloud nine just from seeing them kiss (and moan omg!) so excuse me. ❤️‍🩹

michonne cradling rick’s face and rick nuzzling into her hands? THAT IS HER BABY POOKIE SUGAR PLUM CRISP. keep them together! they cannot be separated!

jadis can die with all due disrespect. she ruined everything. it’s been her fault since the start. she separated them. she’s the reason that rj doesn’t know his father and only knows of his legendary stories. fuck her. d*e!

rick asking about jude multiple times :((( his baby. bring him home to his kids PLEASE. must’ve been such a shocker to hear him ask about his daughter and not daryl or negan oh no! abused, kidnapped father finds the love of his life and wants to make sure that their daughter is still okay after being away from her for a decade! SHOCKER! WOW. this is shocking news! 🙀

the scenes of michonne and nat having to rebuild their health after the chlorine gas bomb was so heartbreaking but powerful. michonne working out and continuing to push herself by being reminded of her strength, grief, and love. she is so strong and i’m so proud of her. i hate the crm.

“shoto? shoto?” PUNCHING ME IN THE GUT WOULD HURT LESS. meanwhile judith is also trying to reach out but their signal is too far gone for them to do so. 😭 pleaseeee i just need one future scene of them reuniting. michonne loves them so much she is the best mother ever. ❤️‍🩹

okay!!!!! that’s all that i have for now. still collecting my thoughts after this episode but i love my tv parents more than life. so happy to have them back and i can’t wait for the next four episodes!!!!!!!

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

Once Upon a Time 5

Warnings: non/dubcon and other dark elements. My username actually says you never asked for any of this.

Characters: Andy Barber

Part of the Bookstore AU

My warnings are not exhaustive but be aware this is a dark fic and may include potentially triggering topics. Please use your common sense when consuming content. I am not responsible for your decisions.

As usual, I would appreciate any and all feedback. I’m happy to once more go on this adventure with all of you! Thank you in advance for your comments and for reblogging.

The uneasy interaction follows you around the rest of the day and into your next. As you try to relax and forget about everything outside your apartment, your mind can't help but stray back to Andy. Not what he said, more the look on his face. You know the next time you see him will be less than pleasant.

Great. You always get anxious about work but now you have a whole new pest. You start to think you said something wrong. Gave him some idea that you were doing anything but your job. You're paid to be helpful but he's just another one of those ‘professionals’ who doesn't see your work as work.

You huff and puff as your time off comes to a pitiful close. Your stromach is squirming at the thought of walking through those doors the next morning. You brew some chamomile and retreat to bed in a futile effort to settle down.

Your sleep if fitful and unrewarding. The morning greets you, painful and gray. You get up, get washed, and get dressed.

Your eyelids droop on the train ride, prompting you to stop by the cafe for an early medium roast. As you approach the facade of the bookstore, you see a figure at the doors. Your heart flips before you recognise them. It's Mr. Pine.

He punches in the security code on the pad before slipping the key in the slot. He peers over and greets you with a smile. You could hug him. This place has been rather empty without him.

“Good morning,” he pulls open the door and steps back in his gallant way to wave you ahead of him.

“Morning,” you reply as you sweep into the store ahead of him.

The censor triggers the lights and illuminates the eerily vacant space. Pine closes the doors, locking them from the inside. He strolls forward casually, easily cafching up to you with long strides.

“Good to be back,” he preens, “and how have you been?”

“Okay,” you answer, “how about you?”

“Very fine. Some family matters,” he explains ligthly, “but much better than they were.” He walks with you up the center aisle, “why just okay?”

You shrug and hesitate. It sounds like he has a lot going on. Besides, you're only an associate, he must have much bigger issues as the owner.

“Oh, just tired. No big deal,” you assure him.

“Ah yes, I find this time of year rather draining,” he agrees as you near the back of the store, “should require support however, you know I will do my best to accommodate.”

“Thanks, Mr. Pine but I think I'll survive,” your force a smile, “better get clocked in.”

You stop and peek towards the employee lounge. You'll go that way and he'll head off to the back office. He doesn't. He lingers as if he can sense your doubt.

“Of course, but please, take some time to enjoy your coffee. It smells wonderful and I should hate for it to go cold,” he says. He's the nicest boss you've ever had, it's too bad he hasn't been around.

“Thanks, erm…” you purse your lips as you contemplate your sudden spark of boldness, “actually, I almost forgot. There's been someone asking for you. A man.”

“Oh,” he tilts his head curiously, “did you direct them to Colin?”

“I offered but they were insisting on you. I don't know if it was business or not so…”

“Did this man give a name?” He slants a brow.

You cradle your coffee with both hands and swallow. You feel like a snitch, like a child taddling. You nod, “yeah, Andy?”

He's quite as a line etches between his brows and he hums, “ah, he was here?”

“Several times,” you confirm.

“Hmm, curious,” he muses and the tension quickly slakes from his features, “well, if he should appear again, you will fetch me. I'll be certain he does not continue to ask after me.”

“Oh, yeah, thank you, sir,” you let out a breath of relief. It's a bit cowardly but you just can't deal with him again.

“Certainly, but…” he raises a long finger, “did he bother you very much?”

“Me?” You echo.

“Yes, he wasn't rude, was he?”

“Not really, just a bit… pushy.”

“He is that type,” he scoffs, “well, he shouldn't be hounding my place of work, it's wholly inappropriate and unfair to you and the other staff. It shall be dealt with.”

“Thanks again,” you say, “I'm just gonna… put my things away.”

“Yes, yes, don't let me keep you,” he feels along hia jacket and slides his phone from his pocket, “I have a call to make before opening.”

He sets off and you do the same. You feel a little less addled but not entirely relieved. Something about Mr. Pine's reaction makes you suspicious. He's usually unshakeable but you saw that fine crack in his veneer.

You're not entirely certain Andy is a fond acquaintance. It's hard for you to see the two men getting along, almost complete opposites in their demeanour. The more you think about it, the more Andy seemed ready for a confrontation each time he asked for the elusive owner.

Whatever happens, hopefully, you're not the one dealing with the fallout.

[sssammich]

wip wednesday on a thursday

@foibles-fables tagged me for this so here i am lol

i recognize it's not wednesday anymore but it's not my fault the days keep coming and they don't stop coming

ANYWAY

i will give you 3 because i am working on a bunch of wips at the same time (i held back because i have like 3 more i'm actively jumping back and forth into in addition to these but this has gone long enough)

may-hem rojarias:

“So tell me now.” “What?” “About her. Tell me about Ruby.” Sam furrows her brows. “Seriously?” She sighs and rubs a spot on her temple. “You’ll find I’m the farthest thing from motherly, but she’s clearly an important part of your life. And I want to keep having our consensual sex with no strings. So if this is something to adjust to just so I can keep what I want, then so be it.” Sam laughs then, her head tipped back even as she shakes her head. “First of all, you sound like a robot. This isn’t a business deal, Andy. I’m literally your fuck buddy. Second of all, you do realize that this is technically a string. It’s literally a string now.” Andrea throws Sam a pointed look. “It doesn’t have to be. Me asking about your daughter doesn’t have to mean anything more than just making small talk, Sam. It’s like when I tell you how much I abhor your choice of drinks.” “It’s not even remotely the sa—” “Sam,” she interrupts, leans forward. “I know she exists, fine. That cat’s out of the bag. The question is, are you going to stop coming over when I text?” “No.” “Then that settles that.”

supercorp, unidentified chapter of collateral:

“Kara, can you do me a favor?”  “Sure. What’s up?”  “I—L-Corp is gonna host a gala, and I was hoping you could be my plus one.”  She turned. “Isn’t that what husbands are for?” she asked, injecting enough humor in her voice.  Lena sighed. “He has an investors meeting with this group overseas that needs attending to. It’s the only window they have with them, so he’s leaving tonight and won’t be back until the day after tomorrow.”  She had the choice to say no, had the choice to protect her heart. Yet when Lena stared at her with her bottom lip tucked under her teeth, Kara knew she would buckle. She didn’t want Lena to be alone knowing that despite the expert ease in which she maneuvered through these events and parties, she never particularly enjoyed them. Kara didn’t think too hard about how closely those words signaled her own actions.  Her face softened and offered her best friend her best smile. “Of course, I’ll go with you.”  They closed this favor request with a hug, one that Kara couldn’t help sinking into, arms wrapped around Lena’s form.  She was a sucker and she knew it.

swanqueen, unpublished 2-shot:

She scoffs, her rage bubbling up and out; she’s barely succeeding in keeping herself in check knowing her son and her parents are watching. Even now, she’s restraining herself for the good of others even if all she wants to do is punch Regina, punch Robin and her parents and maybe just punch herself for good measure for being an absolute fucking fool.  “You’re having a picnic with Robin and his wife who, by the way, happens to be the reason you’ve iced me out for three months, Regina. You—you’re having a goddamn picnic with my parents and their golden child. I guess you just needed me to chauffer Henry here to complete your happy fucking family, huh?”  She wipes at her face just as Regina’s features harden. Emma doesn’t care, though, because fuck her, fuck all of them. Regina has the audacity to step forward, but Emma glares at her and that stops the steps forward. “Miss Swan—”  “God! I’m not even Emma to you. Just Miss Swan, like I’m some fucking stranger. I don’t even get the courtesy of being on a first name basis with you, but you’re kissing a dude you’ve known for a few months and having goddamn family picnics,” she mutters, uncaring if Regina hears her or not.  She shakes her head, fed up with this bullshit. She wipes  her tears as the truth sinks in her bones. The reality that she can want and she can wish, but she will never amount to anything that anybody would ever want, least of all to the woman in front of her.  "No matter what I do, no matter how hard I try, whatever friendship I thought we’d been working towards just isn't ever gonna be enough. Message received loud and clear, Regina." She doesn’t wait for whatever haughty, scathing reply might come out of Regina’s mouth. She gets in the car and stomps down on the gas, uncaring about her tires squealing as she peels away from the curb, speeding as far away as possible from her biggest heartbreak yet.

OKAY UH let me tag some folks: @sideguitars @eqt-95 @crime-wives @luthordamnvers @fazedlight and if anybody else feels inclined to participate. i recognize it's getting farther and farther from a wednesday so feel free to wait until next wednesday LMAO

[variety-fangirl]

My Saviour / Eddie Munson x fem!reader

Part 1 here Part 2 here Part 3 here

Summary: You finally get to Eddie's trailer for movie night, after the fight Andy and Eddie had at school, and you were determined to show Eddie how much you appreciate him and what he means to you.

Warnings: 18+ NO MINORS there's smut 😏 (unprotected p in v, female and male receiving oral, hand job, fingering, gentle mouth fucking, rough but passionate fucking/lovemaking, praise kink), swearing, mentions of fighting, blood and cuts. Lmk if I missed anything.

Authors note: I am so fucking sorry this took so long 😅😂 I've had a bunch of requests, college homework to do, classes to attend, and personal shit happening so things got a bit hectic but It's finally done! (Also, a little writers block🥲) Thank you to anyone who waited patiently for this. I didn't intend for this to be as long as it is 😅 but I don't regret it. Liking, reblogging, and commenting really helps me out, thank you!

Word count: 3.7k

The drive to Eddie's trailer was short, which you were thankful for, you could spend some quality alone time together. You also needed to tend to Eddie's wounds, not wanting them to get infected, it was the least you could do for what he did for you. Part of you knew it was for himself also, he wanted to show he could defend himself and throw a punch. You had to admit, part of you had been slightly turned on by Eddie's actions, the way he had defended you and stopped Andy from touching you. It was hot, no one had ever stood up for you or put themselves in harm's way just to protect you in any sort of way before.

Having people disappoint and hurt you all your life made you grateful for those who didn't and treated you with only kindness, you appreciate those people so much more. Not that there were many but you loved them unconditionally. Eddie was at the top of that list, your favourite person in the world. He was already everything to you and that scared the fuck out of you, your life had been so much better since he'd been involved fully in such a small amount of time. You hated that you'd dragged him into your mess though, your life wasn't exactly easy right now with everything going on with your parents and Andy.

As you both enter his empty trailer, your mind was swimming with thoughts. "Where's your bathroom?" you wonder, turning to look at Eddie in question. He points to the right of the hallway, "there." he smiles. You nod and grab his hand, intertwining your fingers as you pull him with you to the bathroom. You open the dark wooden door and enter, leading Eddie to sit on the closed toilet seat as you look through the medicine cabinet for a first aid kit. You collect what you need, finding mostly everything you would need to clean Eddie up.

You pour some antibacterial onto cotton balls and turn to face Eddie who was waiting patiently, flashing you a saccharine smile as he noticed you staring. Now that you finally got a chance to look at him properly, you took in his appearance. Both knuckles were busted, bloody and cut, they looked painful. His lip was cut, only bleeding slightly, and he had a small cut on his cheekbone but that was about it, Andy had looked much worse than Eddie did. He got what he deserved, it was about time that someone taught him a lesson. He must be stewing angrily inside at this moment that Eddie "the freak" Munson beat the shit out of him in a fight, you felt proud of him.

You move closer to Eddie, holding his shoulder with your free hand to reach him better. You slotted yourself in between his open legs, your thighs touching his. The warmth radiating off him into you provided comforting safety. As gently as possible, you begin dabbing at his knuckles, earning a slight hiss from him. You wince, "sorry" you apologise, genuinely feeling horrible that you were causing him more pain than he probably already felt. After a few seconds, it didn't seem to phase him anymore thankfully. You continued wiping and dabbing as gently as you could until both knuckles were as clean and disinfected as possible.

You moved on to his face, starting with his cheek. You noticed Eddie moving his hands around a lot as if he didn't know where to put them. You stopped cleaning, putting the clean cotton ball down and grabbed his hands, placing them on either side of your waist. You pick the cotton back up and begin working on his cheekbone. As if testing his luck, Eddie wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling you slightly closer. Your body shivers involuntarily at the sensation of his fingers holding you, digging into your skin in a good way. Goosebumps raised on your stomach and arms, a smile slipping onto your features. Eddie looked away with a smile of his own.

You placed the bloody cotton into the bin on the floor next to the toilet, discarded with the others. When you turn back to look at Eddie, he was already looking at you with a look you were unsure of. You both stared intensely into each other's eyes, a magnetic connection pulling you to one another. You decide to shoot your shot, hoping to not be rejected. Leaning in slowly, your lips gently touch Eddie's, testing the waters. You wrap your hands around his neck, lips moving in sync as Eddie's hands pull your waist into him.

You climb onto his lap, enjoying the feeling of his hands exploring your body. Your hands work their way up to tangle themselves into his long soft brown curls, pulling on the hair slightly. Eddie groaned, his lips opening at the sensation, allowing you to slip your tongue in his mouth. A squeal of surprise escapes as you were suddenly picked up, your legs wrapped around his waist almost instantly. Eddie's hands move to cup your ass, keeping them there as he walks you to where you assume is his bedroom.

The kiss is only broken when your back lands on the bed with a gentle thump, both removing your shoes and socks before Eddie climbs on top of you. Reaching with your fingers, you pull at the bottom of his shirt, letting Eddie know you wanted it off. He chuckled but didn't say anything, pulling his shirt over his head and threw it on the floor somewhere. You didn't get a chance to look at him properly. His lips return to yours with need as his body slotted in between your legs, bodies pressed together. Eddie's lips began exploring, moving across your jaw and down to your neck. You gasp as his lips suck and kiss the sensitive skin, small moans escaping your open mouth.

You sit up and take your shirt and bra off, needing his lips to touch every inch of your skin possible. Goosebumps prickled at your exposed skin, despite the weather being warm. Eddie pulls back slightly to take you in, staring at you. "So beautiful" he smiled, his hands grabbing your breasts. You feel your cheeks flush at the compliment, it felt genuine coming from Eddie. You believed he actually meant it and that made your core wet. His lips attached to your nipple, his tongue licking and sucking the sensitive area as his hand played with the other.

He continued to work on your breasts, teasing you deliciously. Between every swipe from the rough pads of his fingertips, undoubtedly from years of playing the guitar. And with every wet flick and suck from his tongue, it drove you insane. You were an extremely patient woman but Eddie just seemed to pull a needy passion out of you that took over. You wanted, needed so much more. "Please Eddie," you whisper breathlessly, looking at him with pleading eyes.

Eddie groans and nods, happy that you wanted to go further with him. Eddie didn't think in a million years that you, the beautiful rich popular cheerleader, would want anything to do with him. It still shocked him every day when you wanted to be with him and around him. Small breaths and gasps leave you as his lips move their way down from your chest to the top of your jeans, his lips kissing gently at your hips as his fingers work at unbuttoning and pulling your jeans down your legs. Your underwear follows with your jeans, leaving you completely naked.

Your skin was hot, a trail of desire left in the wake of Eddie's downward path to where you needed him most. His fingers dragged down your wet slit, fingers instantly coated in your slick. You had never felt so turned on by someone barely doing anything before, you couldn't deny the romantic and sexual chemistry that was blooming between you more and more every day. Eddie replaced his fingers with his mouth, his lips and tongue attaching to your clit. You gasp, moaning loudly as you threw your head back. The pleasure was overwhelming, Eddie was a fast learner and picked up on your reactions and sounds quickly.

You reach down to tangle your fingers in his long soft dark curls, pulling slightly in your state of pleasure. You had craved for so long to have your fingers in his hair. Eddie groans deeply into your core, the vibration feeling odd but not bad. His mouth continued to lick and suck at your clit perfectly as he added a finger, enhancing the pleasure you were already feeling. You moan loudly with your mouth open wide, eyes rolling to the back of your head as you rock your hips to the rhythm he had set. The obscene noises that filled the otherwise quiet room as Eddie's fingers pumped in and out of you had you blushing profusely, they were dirty and wild.

"Oh fuck eds." you gasp, fingers continuing to pull at his strands and thighs tightening around his head more, both reactions involuntary, not that Eddie seemed to mind. You could already feel the knot beginning to form in your stomach, building and expanding with each passing second. Your breathing quickened, chest rising and falling rapidly and your moans became louder, all concern for neighbours out the window. Eddie could feel how close you were in the way that you clenched around his fingers, his mind imagining how you would feel clenching around his cock.

"Come for me, baby. Be a good girl for me." Eddie smiled, looking up at you with devious intent. You gasp, clenching harder around his fingers as the knot releases inside of you, exploding in a euphoric bliss that takes over your body with black and white stars that cloud your vision. Eddie works you through your high, only letting up when you laugh with a gasp and try to push his head away. He chuckles, begrudgingly moving away, placing one last kiss to your stomach before you were pulling him up to kiss you.

You felt an overwhelming need to please Eddie the way he had pleased you, to show him just how much you wanted him. To make him feel as good as you felt when he touched you, bringing you immense pleasure. More than Andy had ever, surpassing it by a long shot. Amid your tongues fighting for dominance, your hand reaches down to the button and zipper of his jeans, undoing them so you can slip your hand into his boxers. You wrap your hand around his warm leaking cock, slowly pumping him. "Fuuuuuuck baby" Eddie groans, forehead pressing against yours, eyes closing as a look of pleasure and bliss forms on his face.

"Take these off for me," you whisper almost breathlessly as you pull on his jeans and boxers, wanting to feel and see all of him. You wanted to appreciate his body, explore every dip, crevice, bump, and mark that covered him. Eddie gets off of you to stand next to his bed, pulling the last two articles of clothing he had left covering his glorious body from you. You watch with wide excited eyes as the fabric falls to the floor, his cock slaps against his stomach as it is finally released from its restraints. It had felt big but finally getting to see it was another story, it was huge.

You stare with intrigued eyes, mouth-watering with the need to taste him. The head of his cock was red and angry, precum leaking as the veins protruded visibly. "Like what you see sweetheart?" Eddie smirks as he climbs back on the bed, now laying on his back. You nod, "most definitely. Prettiest cock I've ever seen." you bite your lip once more as you climb on top of him. You notice red tinges creep up Eddie's cheeks at the comment, you had made Eddie Munson blush. You smile, finding him all the more attractive knowing that you affected him how he affected you. There was just something about a guy blushing that was extremely cute and insanely attractive at the same time.

Being on top allowed you to get a better look at Eddie as a whole, allowing you to admire his beauty and uniqueness. As you straddled his waist, staring down at him with admiration, you allowed yourself to explore him better. Your hands ran over his inked scarred skin, tracing every line and pattern, feeling every inch of skin that you could reach. He was imperfectly perfect, his tattoos and scars a part of him that made Eddie himself. "You're so beautiful," you whisper just loud enough for him to hear as your hands run down his chest to his torso, admiring his soft skin under your fingertips.

Eddie grabbed the back of your neck and pulled you down to roughly kiss, which caused a loud surprised moan to escape. Mouths connecting in a frantic passion, eager for one another. Kissing Eddie was addicting, he was like a drug to you, fuelling you with the need and want for him at all times. Especially his lips on yours. "I should be saying that to you," Eddie whispered breathlessly as he pulled away, forehead against yours. You smile, pecking his lips a few times before answering, "you deserve compliments too. Your beauty is something definitely worth commenting on baby."

Kissing your way down his mouth to his jaw, placing soft but needy kisses all over. Following the contours of his skin down his neck to his chest, sucking gently on certain areas when Eddie would gasp. Eventually, you finally arrive at his crotch, having teased him enough. You pumped him slowly a few times, getting him ready as you lick the precum from the angry red leaking tip of his cock. Eddie moans loudly as you wrap your lips around the head, the salty taste instantly making you wet. "F-fuck baby." he groans breathlessly, head thrown back and mouth open wide.

You bob your head as you take him slowly inch by inch further down your throat each time, savouring every delicious bit of Eddie that you were allowed to take. Eddie was big, so big that you could only fit so much to the back of your throat, needing your hand to wrap around what you couldn't take. The sounds of Eddie's deep groans and his hand inching toward your hair had you wetter than ever before, causing a deep moan of your own to escape. You could feel the apprehension coming off Eddie in waves, so you helped him out. Grabbing his hand gently, you lead his hand to your hair, indicating for him to grip it.

You nod your head to let him know you're okay with it and keep going, picking your speed up slightly. "Okay, shit," Eddie replies breathlessly as he cups your hair in a ponytail, he was now able to get a better look at you sucking his cock. You were enjoying yourself, moaning like a mess at your actions. Tears fell down your cheeks, spit drooled down your chin and covered your hand. Eddie's moans were like music to your ears, it was one of the most beautiful and enjoyable sounds you'd ever heard, and would happily listen to them for the rest of your life.

You could feel Eddie's hips being to stiffen and shake as he gently fucked your throat, he was getting close and you were more than happy to give him release. You almost craved the taste of him, knowing you were the one to get him there. But Eddie had other plans, pulling you off him and up to straddle his waist. He notices you staring at him in confusion, "The first time I cum I want it to be inside you baby." he smiles, pulling you down to kiss him after you nod in understanding. Eddie's hands grab your face and neck, thumb gently stroking your cheek.

You squeal in surprise as Eddie flips you both over so he's now on top, not breaking the kiss once. You wrap your arms around his neck to keep him close, needing to feel his skin on yours. You feel Eddie line his cock up with your entrance, he looks to you for reassurance and agreement that it's okay. Your heart swells at his action, despite needing release from the built-up sexual tension, he still took the time to ask if it was okay and you knew he would stop if you said no or asked him to stop at any point. You nod, "please," you whisper needily.

The second Eddie entered you, you knew you were done for, that no one else would compare after this. Not that you wanted or would even think of anyone else, Eddie was it for you. You both moan loudly as Eddie slowly adds inch by inch into you until his hips are flush with yours, allowing you to wrap your legs around his waist. This gave him better access and allowed him to go slightly deeper, "Shit, you feel so good, baby," Eddie hissed, giving you time to adjust to him.

After a few moments, not very long, you gave Eddie the go-ahead to move. He began slowly to let you adjust to the size, not wanting to go too fast too soon and end up hurting you. The last thing Eddie would ever want to do is to hurt you, and you knew that. That was one thing you loved about him, he was the complete opposite of Andy, so kind and selfless. Andy had become cruel, careless, and callous in his actions with no regard for your feelings anymore, and yet, still tried to keep a hold on you. But not Eddie. Eddie was wonderful.

Eddie pressed his forehead against yours as he thrust in and out, setting a slow yet powerful pace. Each thrust forward had your skin slapping, knocking the breath out of you each time. It was intense and almost painful, the pressure unlike any other you'd felt, but it wasn't bad. You enjoyed every second and craved more, needed more. "Faster Eddie, please." you breathlessly plead, mouth open as yours and Eddie's breaths mix.

Eddie picks up the pace, setting a faster rhythm. The room was filled with the sound of breathing and moans, along with the lewd sounds of skin slapping and your obscene wetness. You had never been so wet in your life, your juices were flowing down your legs, no doubt wetting the mattress under you but neither seemed to care. "Your so wet baby, you feel so fucking good." Eddie groaned as he put his head into the crook of your neck, kissing the sweaty skin there. His hands held himself up so he wouldn't crush you with the force of his hips fucking you into the mattress.

"Holy shit!" you moan loudly, head thrown back. Your nails rake down the skin of Eddie's back, the pleasure overwhelming your body. Each thrust rubbed Eddie's pelvis against your clit, stimulating you just right. Your breathing increased considerably, almost pushing you over the edge. He could feel you tightening around his cock, "wait for me baby, I'm so close." you nod, pulling Eddie's head up to you so that you can kiss him, needing to feel his lips on yours. As you kiss, Eddie's finger moves to rub your clit, your whole body shaking from trying to hold off your orgasm.

You hold off as long as you possibly can, the pressure building to the point of being almost painful. Your moans turn to needy whimpers, not being able to stay still with all the pent-up pleasure. You were a shaking, breathless moaning mess by the time Eddie's hips started to shake and stutter, "come for me baby, come on my cock." Eddie groaned against your mouth, kissing you in a feverish passion. "Oh fuuuuuck!" He yells as you moan loudly, his hips slamming into yours one last time. You both let go, coming at the same time, making the moment even more intimate. Eddie works you both through your highs, forehead pressed against yours as his cum fills you.

You wince as Eddie pulls out, praying that the mixed fluid wouldn't get on the bed as you cross your legs. Eddie returns moments later, sitting next to you on the bed. He helps to clean you up, wiping you down with a warm cloth. He tosses it on the floor once done and gets onto the bed next to you, pulling you into his side immediately. You curl into Eddie earnestly, naked bodies now connected in more than one way. You snuggle your head into his chest as Eddie's arms wrap around your back, pulling you as tight as possible to him.

Eddie smiles as he too snuggles his head into yours, placing kisses into your hair. In that moment you could feel the 'L' word creep onto the tip of your tongue, begging to be let free. You'd never said it to anyone before, so the thought of saying it to someone who become so important to you in such a short amount of time terrified you. "Eddie?" you whisper tentatively, scared of how he would react. "Yeah?" you feel him shift as if to look at you. You bite your lip, "I've fallen for you. I love you." you say so quietly that you're unsure he even heard you. You could practically hear your heartbeat in your ears, your chest constricting at the thought of being rejected.

You turn your head to look at him and feel your heart drop at his reaction, his eyes were wide and mouth open, and he looked terrified. You clear your throat, "you don't have to say it back or anything, I know it's soon. I'm such an idiot, I shouldn't have said anything-" before you can say anything more Eddie's lips are against yours, you squeal in surprise but return the affection nonetheless, needing some comfort right now after being so vulnerable. Eddie pulls away and presses his forehead against yours, "I love you too, sweetheart. I mean, how can I not?"

You smile as you wrap your arm around his neck, tangling your fingers into his long curly brown locks. You pull him gently to kiss once more, more softly and intimately this time as you both revel in the new shared confession of your feelings for one another.

[novantinuum]

heya! :D I'm so happy I found your blog, I just did a su rewatch this summer and I'm obsessed again! I was wondering if you had some fic recs to share? especially any and all that deal with steven's trauma (whether that be corruption aftermath, his abandonment issues, any of the traumatic experiences he had), anything really, just some nice and thorough hurt/comfort and healing <3 definitely up to any other recs you might have, even if they're about something completely different haha. thank you in advance!!

Ooooh heck yeah I can rec some of my favs! Admittedly, these days I haven't been reading that much new fic, so I'm not sure what new stuff is out there that's gone unnoticed, but I went through my bookmarks and found a few fics that still stand out to me today as ones I remember really vibing with when I read them-

First off, some fics that I remember delving into Steven's trauma (along other things)-

Aid to Navigation, by Ppleater (or @infriga here on tumblr)

Honest to god, this is my favorite Steven Universe fic on the whole goddamn internet. Post I Am My Monster hurt/comfort content galore. Emotional catharsis out the wazoo. Fascinating theorization about how Steven works as a hybrid. Sometimes there's even chapter artwork. ALSO NANEFUA AS AN IMPORTANT CHARACTER, WHICH I RARELY SEE LET'S GO NANEFUA

a world for the birds, by @fanfoolishness

Do you like Uncle Andy? Do you vibe with the idea of bird watching? Do you wanna read about Andy's outsider observations of the trajectory of his nephew's bizarre life as he shares his hobby of bird watching with Steven as a bonding activity over the years moving into the events of Steven Universe: Future??

Go read this fic, it destroys me. In fact, just do yourself a favor and check out this author's whole catalogue, because my next fic rec is from her, too.

Comminuted, by @fanfoolishness

Post Growing Pains hurt/comfort focused on Steven and his dad's relationship. I remember this one dropping pretty damn soon after the episode aired and it w r e c k e d my emotions and gave me all the catharsis my sappy little heart desired at the time.

WELCOME BACK TO THE VLOG, steven universe here! by waddlesthejoghog (or @thisisnotacreativeusername here on tumblr)

Here's a story with a COMPLETELY different format than all the others- this one chronicles Steven's life through a variety of videos he posts to his TubeTube channel over the years. (Which, if you watch the SU shorts, is a canonical fun fact about him! He posts unboxing videos and reactions and stuff online, ahah.)

Each chapter sorta like, "transcribes" what's happening in the video, and there's even a little views/likes/dislikes/subscriber count + mock comments section at the end of every one! I found it a very charming and fun read- but also it punched me in the face by the end because it's like a whole microcosm of Steven's character development throughout the entire show mashed into one 59 chapter story.

This one is not wholly focused on Steven's trauma, as it spans the events of the entire show, but that does play a decently big role later on in the fic.

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As a quick little self-plug, I've also written a good deal of fics focused on various shades of Steven's traumatic experiences, and the following is (probably) my favorite of those:

A Memoir of the Marks Unseen (uhh... by me lol)

This one is focused on the topic of Steven + the headcanon of him having corruption scars like the other healed Gems, and picks up pretty soon after I Am My Monster. It spans months (and later Years) after that, detailing his journey towards accepting these remnants as a neutral part of him. I'm still very proud of finishing it, as I was pulling from some raw personal experience with this one.

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Lastly, here's two Connie focused fics I remember slapping ass in their own various ways:

Xenopology, by CompletelyDifferent

Some Connie + all the Gems character study pieces!

The Stranger in Me, by Cyberwraith9

Connie accidentally gets perma-bonded with a poofed gemstone retrieved from a corrupted Gem. Hijinks ensue. I remember this one having a legendary level of character development for Connie and her whole family especially ;w;

[thdorkmagnet]

Forgiveness in Three Phases

So this came out of nowhere not gonna lie. Was actually trying to finish a Turtle Tots story but then @somerandomdudelmao Cass Apocalypse series ended and I ended up using that as the fire under my feet to write this. This isn't a fanfic of that series or anything, just a result of me needing to emotionally work out my feelings through writing, so I felt like I should mention the impact it had on me and this story. Regardless, you should read Cass Apocalypse series anyways because it's amazing and everything I ever wanted in a comic and I can't recommend it highly enough! Seriously read it if you haven't! You won't regret it!

As for this story, it's a little bit of an experiment I wanted to try out. This takes place post- ROTTMNT movie and is basically Leo having a talk with each of his brothers about his sacrifice. It seemed like a typical idea for the fandom to explore so I wanted to try something a little different to make it feel a little more unique.

This story is told non-chronologically. It jumps between three different points in time, the talk with Donnie, the talk with Mikey, and the take with Raph. There are points where it intersects but mostly it jumps freely between. I did my best to make it easy to follow but let me know if anyone struggles.

Anyways that's really it. Enjoy!

Disclaimer: Rise of the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtle belongs to Andy Suriano, Ant Ward, and Nickelodeon. All rights go to them.

“Are you mad at me?” 

“Yes,” Donnie replied instantly, leaning over the machine he was tinkering on, refusing to even look at Leo. 

“No,” Mikey said before his gaze shifted. “Maybe a little.”

Raph sighed, looking so tired and small. “It's more complicated than that, Leo.”

“What you did was stupid, self-sacrificial, and incredibly selfish!” Donnie's teeth were grit together, fingers welding small strips of metal together, causing sparks of light to bounce off his goggles. “What gave you the right to throw your life away like that?! What made you think any of us would be okay with that?!” 

“I'm more sad than mad, really,” Mikey confessed, stirring the broth he was making with shaky hands. His thoughts seemed to be a million miles away, detached from his current self. “I know it was a desperate situation and I know you were just trying to protect us but when that portal closed, I…” Mikey lost his voice, eyes flooding with tears. His gaze finally focused in on his brother. “Why did you have to leave us, Leo?”

“I mean I am mad. I'm furious, Leo! At you, at the Krang, at the whole awful situation we ended up in, all of it!” Raph growled, low and steady, the punching bag he had been mercilessly wailing on a moment before now a crumpled broken heap on the floor. His voice was barely a whisper as he finally added, “But more than that I'm mad at myself.”

“No!” Donnie shouted, cutting off any attempt for Leo to explain himself, slamming a fist so hard on his desk it made the walls rattle. He fully turned to face his brother, goggles still hiding his eyes. “No, I don't want to hear any of your excuses! I don't care that you're the leader! I don't care that you thought there was no other way! I don't care that it was the literal end of the world! I don't care! Nothing you say is ever going to justify me almost losing my twin!” 

“It hurt us! It hurt us all so, so much!” Mikey shouted through his tears, dinner forgotten as he crumpled to his knees. “Raph and Donnie were just so broken. And sad. A-And I just couldn't… I can't-” Mikey threw himself at Leo, clinging to him with all he was worth. He held tight, sobbing and shaking and screaming incoherently as days and weeks of pent-up frustration and sadness bubbled freely to the surface. He held onto Leo so he couldn’t go away again.

Raph looked away, guilt washing over his face like a wave over sand. “I shoulda stopped you. I shoulda done somethin’.” Raph's shoulders slumped, like there was an unseen, oppressive weight pushing him down, threatening to crush him. “I'm the oldest, I'm supposed to keep you guys safe! Not you! It shoulda been me that got sent to the Prison Dimension. Instead, I let you make an impossible decision and it nearly killed you.” 

Donnie finally tugged up his goggles, eyes glassy with falling tears, something small and vulnerable now filling the space between the two brothers. “I thought you died, Leo. For a minute I… I thought you were gone. I mourned you.” There was no anger in his tone anymore. He just sounded sad and broken and so, so tired. He turned back to his invention, whispering. “You made me mourn you, Nardo.”

It took a while before Mikey’s wails sounded like words again. “I can't lose you, Leo! I can't, I can't, I can't! I-I was s-so scared! And the magic hurt so bad! I just wanted to bring you home! Even if it brought Krang back! Even if it killed me! I needed you back!”

Raph plopped on the floor, the weight finally too much for him to stand. Leo sat down too, failing to find the words to say. “I'm sorry, Leo. For not being there for you. And I don't just mean with the Krang, even before that. I thought you just weren't taking anything seriously and showing off like always. I didn't realize how hard it all was for you. I shoulda understood.” He finally met his brother's eye with a tenderness that hadn't been there in so long. “Instead I kept fighting with you and pushing you and pressuring you, instead of just being there and supporting you the way I shoulda been. And maybe if I hadn't said all of that…” Raph let out a deep, soul-crushing sigh. “You wouldn't of sacrificed yourself the way you did.”

Leo crashed into Donnie’s back, burying his head into his torn shell, arms encircling his twin protectively. 

He squeezed Mikey back, letting his own tears fall.

He reached out a hand, placing it over Raph’s own, finally meeting his big brother's eye.

“I'm sorry.”

“Your right, there is no excuse,” Leo admitted, words muffled as he buried himself a little further into the soft leather. “I never should’ve left you like that. I shouldn’t have hurt you or made you… think I was dead.” He choked back a sob, holding his twin just a little tighter. “I didn’t want to make that decision, I wanted to stay with you and Raph and Mikey and eat pizza and watch Jupitor Jim and argue about who’s the best at video games.” He couldn’t hold the sobs back anymore, crying into his twin’s shell, feeling the floodgates of his heart open, drowning him alive. But Donnie was here and there was safety in his presence, so he could keep on breathing. “I didn’t want to die and leave you alone.”

“I’m so sorry, Mikey,” Leo said gently, hands rubbing circles into his baby brother’s shell. “I’m sorry I left. I’m sorry I scared you. I shouldn’t have done that. I’m so sorry.” He kept mumbling soothing words, listening as Mikey’s breathing started to even out and the tears turned into small sniffles and chirps. Still, Leo didn’t release his brother, he just held him close, pouring all the love, comfort, and affection he had to give into their embrace. He felt Mikey return it back tenfold, soaking through his shell and warming him from the inside out. “I’m here now. I’m here. And I’m never leaving you again. I promise. We’re safe Mikey. You’re safe. It’s all over. I’m home.” 

Leo nearly chuckled when Raph gave him a confused look. “What? Why are you so surprised? I thought that’s what you wanted to hear? I mean if anyone here has a lot to apologize for it’s me, not you.” His playful tone turned serious again, giving his big bro an apologetic smile. “Look, I know I haven’t been the easiest person to get along with lately, so I don't really blame you for any of what happened, before or after the end of the world. And you shouldn’t either. Not for a single thing.” 

Donnie suddenly swerved in his chair and pulled Leo tightly to his chest. Leo was so shocked he just sat there frozen for a moment. “I’m not mad at you because of what happened to me, Nardo. I’m mad because of what happened to you. Because you thought your life was worth less than ours and you let yourself get hurt because of it. You nearly died because of it. And because you care so little about yourself, I thought it would help you avoid repeating obvious mistakes to see our perspective as well.” Donnie let out a small breath, resting his chin on Leo’s head, hands gently brushing over his shell. “Though perhaps I went about it the wrong way. Emotions aren’t my strong suit.” 

Leo let out a wet chuckle, pulling away so he could wipe away the stray tears. “Same here. And sorry again… for everything.”

After what felt like a lifetime, Mikey spoke, voice choked and raw but still surprisingly strong. “Okay, I-I think I feel a bit better now.” He broke the hug, staring up at his big brother with misty eyes. “I needed that, I think.”

“We both did,” Leo agreed, kissing him on the top of the head.

Raph didn’t seem convinced, looking down at their hands instead of his brother. “I still shoulda stopped you from going into the Prison Dimension. You got so hurt.”

“Hey, that was my choice to make,” Leo said firmly, giving his brother an intense stare until he met his eye again. “And I don’t regret it. Just like how I know you don’t regret-” The words almost didn’t come and he had to swallow hard to get them out. “-jumping in front of me to save my life. It’s what leaders do.” He squeezed Raph’s hand as tightly as he could. “It’s what brothers do.” 

“Yes, well, just don’t forget we care about you, dummy. Or we’ll be having this conversation again.” There was affection in Donnie’s tone, carefully reaching up to adjust Leo’s mask. However, the smile vanished a second later, hand gripping the mask tails and pulling hard. “And if you ever pull a stupid stunt like that again, I'll have both your legs surgically removed!” 

“And you mean it,” Mikey asked in a soft, anxious tone. “You won’t do that again. Promise?” 

Raph let out a long, pained breath, the tension seeming to leave his body a little, the creases in his brow fading. “Yeah, I guess it is. Just… promise me next time you won’t do it alone. Brothers help each other, too, y’know.” 

Leo nodded, smiling. “I promise.”

Donnie nodded back, accepting the answer, turning back to his invention but allowing Leo to linger.

Mikey beamed brightly, moving back to the stove to try and salvage the burnt broth.

Raph gave his brother a toothy grin, opening his arms up for a hug. Leo melted into it. 

“Soooo, do you forgive me?” 

Donnie hummed in thought. “While I am still notably mad at you, I suppose I can accept your apology. You are lucky you are insufferably endearing.” 

“Yeah I do,” Mikey said with such honesty and conviction it made Leo tear up again. 

“Of course I do, Leo,” Raph rumbled, holding his brother close to his chest. He nuzzled the top of his head. “I already did.” 

Leo hesitated, fearful of what he had to say next. 

“Do you still love me?”

He held his breath, terror more powerful than the Krang or the Prison Dimension pounding against his chest. 

Three brothers stared back and smiled. 

“Always.”

[cevansbrat0007]

Ok..so We know about Andy’s rules for Cookie jars right😂

So i imagine one day the girls are having cookies in their lunch at school …and one of their friend asked for one and they denied coz they are not allowed to give (maybe they are still in kindergarten at this point where they still didn’t know what that metaphor meant )

And after they come home…in evening..they are having dinner and one of girls say “Someone asked for our cookies at lunch daddy…but we didn’t gibe them coz you said no giving cookies to anyone”of course she is talking about the snack but Andy is positively wheezing at this point😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂

For @elle14-blog1

The Cookie Jar Jam

"Katrina, honey, why did I just find a bag of Oreos in your jacket pocket?" You hold it out, gently shaking its contents. "Why didn't you eat them at lunch?"

KitCat looks up from the book she's been reading to her Daddy. This had become her thing lately, insisting on reading Andy a bedtime story so he had "da bestest, sweetest dreams".

Her words exactly.

"I thought you liked those cookies, Sweet Pea." Your husband asks as he smooths a few stray copper-colored curls away from her forehead.

"I do, doh." Your baby girl mutters as she quietly closes her book about Spot's adventure to the circus. "But sumfin' happened tuhday so me and Sissy had to hide 'em."

KitCat heaves a dramatic sigh before falling backwards into the safety of her father's arms.

"What?" You ask, concern etched across your features. "What do you mean?"

Andy nods, shifting his daughter so that she can look up at him. "Why did you think you had to hide your cookies, baby?" He keeps his tone calm and even as he lightly strokes her back, but there's no mistaking the tension in his broad shoulders.

"I tol' her tah hide 'em cuz Ricky Martinez and his dumb brother kept askin' for 'em." Another voice chimes in from the direction of the stairs.

You watch in confusion as BiBi makes her way down the steps, adjusting her pink bonnet as she goes.

She brushes past you to go stand in front of Andy, her arms crossed over her chest as indignation radiates from her tiny body.

"Daddy. Dey are boys. And you say we no give boys our cookies. Dey kept askin' KitCat, so we put 'em up."

Not this whole cookie jar bullshit again. You think you yourself as you bury your face in your hands to muffle the groan that escapes your lips.

"Yep." KitCat chimes in, delicately pulling on Andy's shirt. "Dey no gettin' our cookie jars. I punch 'em first."

"Dat's right, Sissy. We did good, right Daddy?"

"Thank you, Lord." Andy murmurs as he beams down at them, feelings of fatherly pride emanating from every pore. "That's right, my incredibly beautiful, smart, and shrewd little daisies. I've never been more proud."

Your fingers go to your temples as you try to delicately massage your headache away.

"Andrew." You growl. "Can I see you in the kitchen, please?"

"Sure thing, baby girl." Standing, he swoops up your babies, holding one in each arm.

"I meant alone." Your hand goes to rub your slightly rounded belly. Lord give me strength...

"Eh, no can do. This proud dad moment calls for a celebration! Who wants ice cream?"

"Me!" BiBi and KitCat shout before high-fiving each other.

"No! We're already fifteen minutes past bedtime and --" You stop when you see they're not listening. "Three children. I am literally living in a house with three children." You grumble under your breath as your excited little family strides past you.

"Okay, but Mama would like to remind everyone in this house that sharing is caring!" You say as you follow them into the kitchen.

"Not when it comes to cookie jars!" Your man calls back. "We're keeping those on lock."

"Good to know, Andy Bear." You watch as your husband begins pulling out the fixings for hot fudge sundae. "Because after all this foolishness, this Barber babe just threw away her key."

"Huh!?" Andy's head whips around to look at you with his gorgeous blue eyes.

"I said what I said." You shrug. "Enjoy your ice cream everyone!"

END

[sketchy-rosewitch]

Could You Be Seen With Me and Still Act Proud?: Vincent Sinclair x male!reader

Warnings: homophobia, ableism (I think that’s what calling Vincent a freak would fall under), abusive parents from both sides.

A/N: Honestly Vincent would be the second easiest Sinclair brother to confess your love to. Also not me using a Heathers reference 🤭🤭

The school hallway crowds at one end as you and Vincent walk to your next class. Loud yelling and cheering can be heard, you furrow your brows and look at Vincent before the two of you book it down the hall.

Mandy, one of you and Bo’s friends comes up to you. “Bo’s getting beat up by a couple of guys. Talkin’ like it might have to do with Vinny!”

Your stuff drops to the ground and you push your way through the crowd and into the fight.

You grab the flannel of one of your classmates and pull him back. Punching him in the nose, he falls back.

“You’re defendin’ the damn freak too!?”

You sneer and kick him roughly. Bo has the other guy against the locker, you lower your guard enough for the first guy to get up and punch you. He throws another one at you, a groan escapes your chest.

There’s a loud whistle and all of the students disperse, only leaving the four of you, Vincent and Mandy still in the halls.

“Get up! Principals office, all of you.”

Mr. Kent, the gym teacher and you and Bo’s baseball coach shouts. The four of you are quick to get up, Mr. Kent is right up your asses. As you pass Vincent and send him a wink, he shakes his head in disappointment and leaves with Mandy to go to their last class.

-

“You can’t keep doin’ this. It’ll ruin you.” Dr. White, your principal sighs and leans back in her chair. “I’m giving a week suspension and you’re helping cleaning the cafeteria after lunches when you get back.” She finishes. “I just hope you have something planned when you graduate or you’ll end up in jail. I personally don’t want any of my students in jail.”

“Oh yeah, got stuff planned Dr.White. No need to worry about me. I’m just defendin’ a friend s’all.” You smile, you’re slouched in your chair, with your hands clasped.

She sighs and brushes a loose strand of her permed hair from her face. “You’re very smart. Very good grades, you only get in trouble for things like this. You don’t need to fight everyone who says things about Vincent. Those boys out there are not gonna end up in good places, pick and choose your battles and let life handle them.”

You look up at the ceiling, trying to choose your words wisely. You look back at the messy haired principal and smile. “Will do.”

You hear the door open and your parents bust in. “Ma, Pa! She was just finishing up!” You smile, standing up to go and hug them. They stand with more than pissed faces.

“Oh no you don’t. Sit your ass back down.”

You do just that.

“Dr. White. We are so sorry. We taught him better than this-“

You zone out, it’s the same speech as the last five times and even the first five times this has happened. Really all you cared about was how you were gonna hang out with Vincent tonight.

The guest bedroom would be a good idea. The locks don’t work and the window doesn’t squeal when you touch it. It’s downstairs too, it’ll be easier to get out. Then you could go behind everyone’s houses and sneak up using the latter Dr. Sinclair always has in the back.

“Get up.” Your mom grabs you by the ear but let’s go when you comply with her command. The three of you walk out of the office.

“Bye Mr. Sinclair.” You wave your fingers at him, he mimics you, attempting not to laugh. “Andy, Abel, I’ll see you two in a week. Hopefully scraping gum from under the tables.” You chuckle, loving their pissy faces.

-

“You gotta stop doin’ this! Lucky we don’t whip you straight boy!” Your dad shakes his head. “This better not be because of Dr. Sinclair’s boys either. I am sick of you gettin’ in trouble because one of them can’t stand people talkin’ about his brother a certain way.”

“Well no one should be.”

“Shut your mouth. It ain’t like they’re lyin’! That Dr. Sinclair shoulda let both of them suffer and die. Instead we gotta go an’ have a psycho and a freak runnin’ around our town!”

Your fists clench. “Bo ain’t a psycho and Vincent ain’t a freak. They was just born that way and that’s okay! I hate when you say shit like that!”

“You watch your mouth, I only say shit ‘cause your reputation is in shambles ‘cause o’ them. They cause all this trouble here and you get dragged along!”

“Who cares?!”

Silence falls between you and your dad. He frowns and you realize you’re in deep shit.

“Gonna end up in jail one day boy, you best get you ass up to your room ‘fore I beat you.”

For once you listen, huffing and trying not to say shit. You close your door and lay in your bed.

-

Your knuckle taps against Vincent’s window and you wait for him to come to it. His long black hair shines in the moonlight as he opens the window.

“What are you doing here?” His raspy voice is aggressive, but you can’t help to smirk at him, you know his tone is that way because he’s nervous not because he doesn’t want you here.

“Come to save you Rapunzel.”

Vincent’s eye squints, he rolls it and grabs his crossbody bag, knowing that you’d keep nagging him until he agreed. You climb down the later, Vincent following after you.

“I was gonna ask for you to let down your hair but I think that would’ve woken your parents up.” You joke, Vincent shoves you and you try and not laugh. Taking his hand you guide him into the wooded area that surrounds the town and to the creek.

Gravel crunches between your shoes and you set down your coat for Vincent and you to sit on.

“Anything happen to Bo?” Concern fills your voice, Vincent shrugs and grabs a rock, skipping it across the water.

“Same old.”

Lecture, mom getting huffy and leaves the room, dad ties his wrists together and beats him with a belt, sends him to his room without dinner. Then Vincent gets praise for being so good and never getting into trouble.

“My dad didn’t whip me this time. Then again I stopped talkin’ back an’ went to my room when he said. I’m grounded the full suspension and then some. Don’t matter though cause I’ll always find time for you.”

Your chest swells a bit. You always like time with Vincent, these moments you feel like yourself, Vincent doesn’t judge you and you don’t judge Vincent.

“Why do you find time for me?” Vincent’s voice is almost a whisper, when he asks your brain feels like shutting off. You were always honest with him.

When you were younger you’d tell Vincent how cool he was with a mask on. You told him even if he took his mask off he’d still be cool. Then throughout school you’d tell him how much you struggled and just wanted to leave Ambrose. You’d do anything to get out. You just weren’t truthful about one thing, and you should’ve been.

“I uh-.”

Your confidence falters and vulnerability shows up. Your whole body feels like it’s sweating, like you’ll melt into a puddle any second. Vincent turns his head and looks at you. All of the air in your chest leaves. Why was this so hard?

“You take pity on me don’t you?” Vincent’s voice gets defensive, he’s on the verge of building up a wall that you don’t have the time to knock down. You panic.

“No! No! I’m- fuck I’m so scared to say this. You have to promise you won’t tell no one. Not even Bo.”

Vincent nods and holds out his pinky, you take it in your and shake it. The anxiety in your stomach seems to dissipate.

“I’m in love with you Vincent.”

The silence feels as though it’s stabbing you. The thing is Vincent is almost always silent so this shouldn’t be any different. Yet it is, you confessed your love to him and he could fuck you over completely and tell Bo, then Bo would tell the entire school and you’d be dead meat.

“I hope what you’re saying is true or I’ll kill you and make it look like an accident.” Vincent pulls his mask off, he’s never done this in front of you. Adrenaline courses through your body.

“It’s all true. Vincent I’m so fucking in love with you. There’s not a day that’s go by where I couldn’t defend you. You mean so much to me.” Words flood out of your moth and into Vincent’s ears. He looks at you and you realize him wearing a mask protects him from an even crueler fate of this town. They just don’t understand beauty, they never will with their closed mind sets.

You smile and watch as in the moonlight, pink dusts Vincent’s face. “You’re so beautiful Vincent.”

He stays quiet, clearly not knowing how to respond, your hand touches the developed side of his face, not knowing how sensitive the other side is.

Vincent leans in and you do too. Chapped lips kiss your soft ones. You run your hands through Vincent’s hair, he pushes you down so you law on your jacket. Vincent straddles your lap, a grin plastered on his face. You can’t help but to smile back at him.

Reality sets in for both of you, promises and secrets have to be kept to make sure you two stay alive. You go to say something but Vincent kisses you, not wanting to hear it and ruin this small fantasy world that you two were in.

Everything could be discussed later when you would go and kiss him goodnight.

[cxncordia]

@daylightcxmpers

Andy was walking to hid dorm from school, lost in his thoughts. He was always careful to stick to the safe routes and avoid being alone at night, but he couldn't shake the feeling that someone was following him. Maybe it was his anxiety, flared by the recent re-takes of Algebra that he had to take to make up for failing the class. He quickened his pace, pulling his jacket tighter around his body. Suddenly, he felt a hand grab him from behind, yanking him into the alleyway. A strange dark figure was the last thing he could see, before a cloth was set over his face. The pungent and strong aroma of chloroform filled his nose, sending him into unconsciousness.

The next time he woke up, he was somewhere else entirely. He opened his eyes, trying to blink the haziness away. He found himself inside a dimly lit room, body sore and tired. As his eyes adjusted to the light, he could make out the bed where he was laid, a mirror, two doors and a lamp. Without thinking much Andy got up to one of the doors, trying the locked mechanism that did not gave out. Then he did it with the second door, finding out that a small bathroom inside with another large mirror and an envelope sealed, tightly pressed against the mirror.

His nimble fingers ran to what seemed like a letter, picking it up with ease. Inside there were the mysterious words written as a letter he was going to read if he, by any chance woke up in this room.

"Dear Andy, I am so sorry. A bet was to be paid and I had nothing other than your purity to offer. I got the idea the other day when I saw you in our room, trying your mother's lacey underwear and high heels... I saw how you enjoyed it and knowing the man I bet would not resist taking your virginity, I decided to offer you in a bet. I am sorry, now I realize that I am hexed or worse, cursed... but please understand me: our very house and properties were in danger and I know you. I know how you like to pretend to be a girl when nobody is watching. I know you will like it. So, worry not, my sweet princess. Collin should treat you well. Dad."

Andy felt like his stomach turned upside down, trying to read through the lines to realize if all of that was true or not. It was then his eyes caught the sight on the mirror in front of him: shirtless and showing his smooth skin except his bare parts and legs, which were covered by lacey lingerie and the high heels his mother kept as an expensive buy.

Andy turned around, expecting to see someone watching his reflection on the mirror, but he found no one besides himself. He couldn't believe his dad had to do this to him. His eyes were teary and reddened by the sight of his new future. How could his dad had made such a decision when he knew everything the boy had been through?

Whilst trapped on the room in lingerie, forced into boy kinks, the beautiful and effeminate Andy DuLac, the younger son of Robert DuLac, can't decide if he wants to punch his dad, run away, break down and cry or be rebellious and explore those newfound sensations the lingerie and high-heels make him feel.

That was until the sound of a door creaking open surprised him.

[what-if-queen-camilla]

A Little Secret - Chapter 4

Here's my new chapter and I hope you like it :) Let me know what you think in the comments and vote in the poll for your preferred run of the story (poll will be posted seperately as announced earlier :))

"Hi baby!"Andrew greeted her and casually kissed her cheek. She hated it when he called her like that but at least he had shown up at all so she'd better not complain. "Hi Andy. Thanks for coming.", she replied, equally casual and took his jacket. She had asked him to come home for the weekend and, much to her surprise, he had agreed without any further condition, so she had tried to be a good wife - though this was probably the most ridiculous term under the given circumstances - cleaned and tried up the house all week and made his favourite food for dinner, her legendary roast chicken with some potatoes and fresh vegetables from the garden, as well as a bottle of his favourite wine and, until now, he seemed delighted. "Just what I need after a week full of chaos.", he sighed and took a sip of the wine. "Oooh, Milla, do we have something to celebrate?", he asked, looking at her in anticipation. Camilla felt a cold breeze running down her spine. Gosh, she had already messed it all up. Apparently, he was expecting some happy news from her - how on earth was she supposed to go ahead with her plan under these circumstances? Goodness, no, she had to. There was no other option and she wasn't going to be a coward this time. She had to be strong, for the baby. "Not quite.", she replied, taking a deep breath, looking at him very seriously. He stopped chewing and frowned his forehead. "You're sounding serious, my dear." "I'm afraid, I am.", she added. "Andy, listen, I… I am in… a situation…" 

"Are you fucking kidding me, Camilla?!", Andrew shouted at her, stood up, banging his fist on the table so that all the glasses and dishes and cutlery shook. Camilla winced and lowered her eyes in embarrassment and discomfort. What had she been expecting? Of course he wasn't going to be happy about the prospect of his wife having an illegitimate child with the Prince of Wales. "You know, I don't care whom you're dating or sleeping with, Camilla. God knows I have my… liaisons as well. But now… this… seriously, Camilla???" Every single word felt like a punch in her face. He didn't care. Had he ever really cared about her, had he ever really loved her? He didn't care. Of course, he had his liaisons as well, he'd always had, right from the start, yet she had always tried and hoped and even defended him… but he didn't care, he'd just said it himself, and though she didn't want it to affect her, it felt like a punch in her stomach. "Andrew, I did not plan this…", she tried to defend herself but he look at her reproachfully. "Could you not just use a bloody condom or something? Is your future King too cool to be cautious?! Fuck, Milla, I'd never have thought you'd be so damn stupid!", he screamed at her and she felt tears in her eyes again. She did not want to have this talk with him, not like that. It was so humiliating. "Don't talk to me like that!", she replied with a trembling voice and gave him a warning look. "You have no right to judge me! You're the one who ended our marriage with your 'liaisons', not me! And you were the one who-" She paused in order to swallow her tears. She didn't want him to see how much he was hurting her but it became harder by the second. "You were the one who kept telling me it was my fault that we couldn't have a third child without ever having seen a doctor yourself! You were so sure that it must have been me! Turns out, you were wrong!" She had meanwhile given up fighting against her tears and she actually didn't care any longer. Andrew was more than welcome to see what misery he'd put her into, how terrible he'd made her feel, not only now and then, in this very situation, but basically for the last couple of years. She had believed in love once, in marriage and family, but he'd managed to crash it all down, to rattle her entire life, her confidence, her belief and just everything she had ever wanted or felt good about. "Do you have any idea how I was feeling all those years?!", she screamed at him."What it did to me, the way you looked at me as if I wasn't good enough, as if I was the problem because, obviously, it was my fault that we couldn't have another child?" She looked at him with her teary eyes full of both anger and desperation. All of those years she had quietly endured it all but it had all broken free now and, somehow, it was a relief. Andrew stepped forward and towards her, his eyes had soften a bit and his hand reached out hers. She didn't refuse. "I'm sorry, Milla.", he said quietly and unusually genuine. "I'm going to think it all through and… come back to you tomorrow." With that, he turned around and went to his room. 

Camilla tried to realise what had just happened while she cleared the table and did the dishes in the kitchen. It all felt so surreal. She had never talked to her husband like that and somehow she was proud of herself, that she has finally spoken up and didn't let him put her down because, when she was true to herself, she had allowed him to do so way too long. No man had the right to treat a woman like that and nobody, no matter their gender, deserved to be treated like that. He'd never been physically violent towards her, he'd always been a good father for the children and of course had offered her a financially secure life. But with his constant affairs he had broken her heart a million little times and slowly but surely destroyed almost all of her self-confidence. And in that moment, she realised that somehow Charles had saved her in the same way that he always said she had saved him. He made her feel loved and beautiful and special again, he appreciated her the way she was and, for once in her life, at least in her married life, there was nobody else around who was prettier, funnier, cleverer or better in bed for whom she was left alone. No matter what Andrew was going to do, she vowed to herself, never ever would she allow him to bring her down and made her feel that she wasn't enough again. She was enough. She was pregnant again, for goodness sake! Back then, when they had tried and failed to have another one, she had been suspicious whether it could be because of the mumps infection they both had caught from Tom shortly after Laura had been born. Everyone knew that it could affect male fertility but Andrew hadn't listened. He was the man, he was strong and healthy and if they couldn't have another baby it could only have been her fault. Of course, she had gone to see a doctor and everything had been alright, but he had still refused to go and see one himself so they had buried their wish for another child and just gotten on with their life as a family of four. For the children, they were good parents, they were a team, they worked well together and genuinely enjoyed spending time with each other, as parents and friends, but not as husband and wife anymore. She had never really noticed how much she had been missing that part of a marriage until she had gotten back together with Charles and he'd made her feel all the wonderful things once again. Oh Charles… she missed him terribly and wanted nothing more than to cuddle up to him right now, be held by him, feel him, kiss him, smell him… a part of her wanted to grab the phone and call him, hear his soothing voice whispering all the sweet nothings to her that'd make her feel better, but another part new that, if she did, she wouldn't be able to keep her little secret any longer, so she just went to bed alone, silently crying until she fell asleep. 

"Okay Milla. Here's my offer.", Andrew announced almost solemnly when they met again for breakfast the next morning. "I have two options for you. The first is, you'll have the baby and it's going to be ours. The third child we've always wanted. I'll be the father, it'll have my name and nobody will ever know the truth. It will grow up in a loving family and lead a happy, normal life." Camilla looked at him in disbelief. That… sounded almost too good to be true. Surely there had to be a catch somewhere? Of course there was: "My one condition for this… agreement is that you will break up with your Prince and never see him again." "Andy, no…", Camilla interrupted with an almost begging voice. "You can't be serious… You can't ask me to do that, I…" 'I love him!', everything inside her screamed. 'And he loves me, too.' She couldn't imagine living without him anymore and neither could he imagine living without her, he needed her and she him. They had promised each other to always be there for each other from now… She couldn't leave him. That would break him. "Camilla, I don't begrudge you for having a bit of fun. But your relationship is way too serious and that'd be too risky. Imagine the baby resembles him. Would you be able to keep your mouth shut?" He looked at her provocatively and both of them knew the answer. Of course she wouldn't. "See. I'm not being cruel, I just want what's best for this innocent child and I'm sure that it's much better growing up as a legitimate son or daughter of a respectable British Army Officer than the fucking bastard of the Prince of Wales.", he casually added and Camilla winced. The bastard of the Prince of Wales. Hearing that felt like a slap in her face but, deep inside, she knew he was right. "It's up to you, Milla. If you can't do it, I see only one other option." He handed her a piece of paper with the phone number of a London private hospital. "They won't ask you questions." 

With that, he turned around and went outside, leaving her in complete desperation. The piece of paper still in her trembling hand, she sank down to the floor, crying. What on earth was she supposed to do?

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