#i got to see them live earlier this year and it did feel like a dream come true <3< /div>
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I am not closely following the election results tonight, but I am occasionally seeing flashes of them out of the corner of my eye. The most obvious sign that things arenât going well right now is the complete lack of celebrating on my dash. I know what tumblr looks like when itâs happy. Maybe Iâll go to bed tonight and see something different in the morning. I hope to god that is the case. But Iâm thinking about the way Iâm thinking right now, and I want to get some stuff down before the future kicks in.
In 2016 I was in a period of my life I affectionately refer to as as my fuckup era. I wasnât even fucking up really. More just chilling out and falling short of the vague expectations Iâd had about what I was supposed to be doing after I graduated college. While my friends from college rented apartments in the city and got jobs that didnât supply you with a uniform shirt, I lived at home and worked as a barista at a fancy movie theater. Thatâs a real job you can do for almost five years. I didnât have a clue what the back half of my twenties should look like. The only long term plan I had in my life was moving out west with my best friend, and my plan for finding a job once I was out there was basically to cross my fingers and hope.
Those days werenât bad on the whole, but it felt like I was not actually living a life so much as I was goofing off in the waiting room. Sometimes that felt embarrassing, sometimes it felt fun, and sometimes it felt like I was completely pointless to the world.
On 2016âs Election Day, I went to bed early. After watching the votes come in, I needed the night to be over. I woke in a world that felt different than it had been the night beforeânot just in the actuality of who would be president but down to its foundations. I realized for the first time how much hope Iâd had in human nature because now I didnât feel it anymore. Itâs almost silly when I think about itâso many horrible things had already happened that year, people had done horrible things as long as there have been people, and I didnât think I was naive to thatâbut something clicked into place that morning.
It felt the same way my world had changed a year earlier, in 2015 during my last semester of college. My college victory lap felt like a prolonged downward spiral. Very early in the morning on a Monday, after pulling an all-nighter and overwhelmed by self-loathing that I could not just motivate myself to work on a paper that had been my only thought all weekend, I self-harmed for the first time in a way that was impossible to pretend it was anything else. Earlier that weekend, Iâd tried staving off the urges drawing or writing on my arm, something that did (and does) usually work. Iâd written this quote in silver sharpie on my forearm: âGood is not a thing you are. It's a thing you do.â
I picked that quote from the Ms. Marvel comics and liked the words so much, I thought that I wouldnât be willing to purposefully mess it up by hurting myself there. Didnât work. They just made me feel more ashamed of myself as I did it.
That was the worst I had ever felt. Then, on the Friday of that week, a friend of mine was senselessly, brutally murdered.
It doesnât feel now like there was ever a time before her death. My memoir class is now where I wrote about her. My favorite professor is now the one who held me as I cried. My final thesis, the culmination of my history degree, never got finished and certainly never got polished. I turned it what I had and got an A minus. Sometimes I think of rereading that paper to see if thatâs the grade it actually deserved. We hadnât been the closest friends, but my name was still on the email admin sent to professors, listing students who might be emotionally affected by this tragic event. Graceâs murder hangs over every memory I have with her and everything she ever touched. It feels like its own type of obliteration to leave her reduced to her death.
Grace wanted to be a lawyer because she believed in justice and also liked arguing. She could be rude when she wasnât interested in what you were saying. When you caught her attention, you felt like the most fascinating person in the room. She was so proud of being Jewish. I watched her become proud of being gay. She was so universally friendly that it took me a year to realize that she actually liked specifically me. She had a somewhat silly laugh and an astonishingly luminous smile.
I thought less of the world and the people in it because of how she died. Trumpâs election in 2016 felt like that.
After he won, I left stasis. From November through December, I thought harder about my future than I ever had before. Who did I want to be? What did I most value? What did I think was worth protecting? What work wouldnât kill me to do? At one point, in presumably a fit of madness, I thought, âwhat if I got into politics.â Epiphany eventually hit me. By the time of Trumpâs inauguration, I was already enrolled at community college, getting my pre-reqs for nursing school.
Now itâs election night again, eight years later. I live on the west coast with my best friend, in a house that we bought together. I work as a nurse in a hospital in a city where there are homeless encampments off every highway and someone begging for change on every corner. Meanwhile, thereâs Palestine. Meanwhile thereâs Sudan. Meanwhile refugees drown in the sea and border patrol shoots jugs of water. Even hurricanes have human cruelty now.
I donât think people are inherently good or the universe inherently kind. But I am very good at tricking myself into thinking it for a little while, and when I do, I can remember the a specific feeling from Friday of my senior year, from that morning in Novemberâ how fucking hard the disappointment hit me because I had expected people to be better than this. It makes me want to be better than that.
I believe, and hope that I always will, that we can make a better world. I donât know what it looks like, but I think I will see it in my lifetime. Those of us who can believe such things owe a bit of that naĂŻvetĂŠ to the worldânot to excuse atrocities or think them impossible but to believe that we can stop them at all. You have to have a couple people sprinkled around who are genuinely shocked when people do bad things. Itâs not that the pessimists are wrong, but you need the occasional counterbalance. I want to be a reasonable cynicâs pleasant surprise.
Every shift, I interact with people at their lowest and worst. I see the direct pipeline from pain to anger to violence, and how fragile that pipeline can be. So many situations can be changed by things as small as a warm blanket or a kind word. Violence can be quite easy to avert. Crises can be quite simply to resolve. Even when I know that whatever I do that shift will not change the circumstances of a personâs life, I think that what I do that shift still matters.
Iâm lying in bed, writing this post instead of looking at the news. I wonder how tonight will change me. Been thinking about what Iâll do if Trump wins. Been thinking about how whatever I think I need to do under Trump will still need to be done if Harris clutches out a victory. I guess this is a pessimistâs optimism: to a degree the election doesnât matter. Good is not a thing you are. It is a thing you do. Our better world will always take a lot of work.
But please god please, why canât it be just a little easier to do it?
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That was an amazing amazing finale. I was soooo worried that we would loose out on some key points. But it stuck the landing brilliantly. I have zero complaints.
The moment Dohoi went to see HyeonHo about the case, I knew that HyeonHo would not take the route and I think that was the moment of healing for him. For so long he has been seeing himself as a failure. He is stuck at the moment where he saw himself in the mirror holding a knife to his father. He is stuck at the moment he called the police earlier and it went the wrong way and hurt the only person who has cared for him, something he still feels guilt over. He is stuck at the moment where he decided that although he hasn't actually gotten into Hanseol Uni, he is going to let people believe that because he loves the reverence people have over that. They have been haunting him for so long. And will probably continue to do so. So the moment he chooses to call the police when he sees Gwangmo at the school being hurt is a break through moment for him. It has me sobbing like a baby.
I love the way the tutoring centre all came together because they realise that as much as he did falsify his credentials he still helped the kids improve.
I love that Juyeong gets to be a little more vocal, honest. Seeing Dohoi be able to live life honestly makes it easier to stop walking on eggshells for him because it's such a stepping point.
I loved that we got to finally also give HyeonHo some relief. There has always been this anxiety about what he means in Dohoi's life, so seeing him and Dohoi saying that he was his friend must mean so much to him and means so much more to me. It doesn't feel empty or undeserved or unfinished. It has a completion to all the angst of not just the past 10 years but more.
On a side note: it feels so powerful to think that one instance, had such a significant impact on adding to the guilt of all three of them because they only knew their own side of the stories. At the same time the one person who probably should feel guilty couldn't give a damn.
The moments of pure domesticity, them going back to the village and reckoning with the moments in the past. Juyeong absolutely refusing to accept any kind of a separation. Everything was put there to bring everything together, help us see just why they work well together. Till last week we were all at various levels of worried about them not being able to end the series together because I personally didn't fully get what would rectify the mistakes and hurt they've caused each other and themselves and these moments gives us a breathe of relief because it's no longer suffocating and suppressing but rather let's them breathe. I love it.
The fact that Juyeong gets to keep Taekwondo for himself still is so important to me because I was constantly thinking since I started, how they are gonna 'fix' the curse and just by letting it be what it is supposed to he they have healed so much.
Also! Loooooove Juyeong's colleagues spilling his sob story. We stan!
I ESPECIALLY LOVED the conversation about going back to uni, Dohoi being sooooo exhausted with Juyeong's bathroom habits and the final scene with Dohoi seeing Juyeong's search history.
Juyeong's search history reminded me of Jiang Tian's 'moments' in The On1y One and again absolutely wrecked me.
All in all, it was fantastic and I am going to keep coming back to this so so much.
#let free the curse of taekwondo#do hoe x jo yeong#ha hyeonho#let free the curse of taekwondo finale
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Vale Vs Siffrin
A @livesworthlivingau Side Story
It was a brisk winter's day, and Siffrin had stabbed Isabeau.
No, that's too late on, let's start earlier.
It was a brisk winter's day, and Siffrin was feeling left out. He'd enjoyed seeing Vale grow, and watching his family fight them had been a personal joy, seeing them close enough to trust each other with their lives. He also knew that it wouldn't be a fair fight if he got involved - not only was he still Level 99, but they'd learned so many new Crafts over their 30 years of life. Even if Vale and Nille stood together, it would be too much. But, they considered to themself, what would it take?
This was how Siffrin wound up challenging the entire family to take him on. "If it's too much", he claimed, "I can ask one of you to sit it out, but I want to try it? I promise, I'm stronger than I look!" had been met with dubious stares, but enough pleading and promising had led Isabeau, Mirabelle, Odile, and yes, Vale and Nille, out to a snowy clearing, at the base of a hillside. The trees of Vaugarde were evergreen but far, but Siffrin estimated with their eyes and smirked.
"Alright! Give it your all, everybody! I know I'm going to!" was met with shared, uncertain glances. One of him, against so many of them?
"[Everything Rocks!]"
Siffrin's new craft banished those looks, as they knelt down and brought a closed fist towards the snowy ground. It was like the ground absorbed the Craft coming from them, and started to answer. A rhythmic, rocking swaying caught everyone off guard, Odile's fall cushioned by the snow and Isabeau stumbling an extra step in surprise, but everyone's footing lost from the shock.
"[And the curtains openâŚ]" "[âŚOnce More!]"
What?!
Vale had shot their fast-blast of paper energy to catch Siffrin off guard, but an open palm from where they were kneeling matched the strike, the two bursts of Craft mingling into nothing in midair! Fortunately, while Vale was staring in surprise, the rest of the group had been busy. Mirabelle's shields wrapped everyone up in warmth like a blanket, and Isabeau's cheering settled in as a balm to the shock of the craft Siffrin had just released. Odile managed to pull herself out of the snow, as Nille defended her and watched in caution, and Siffrin grinned.
"Alright! You believe me now! Let's get this party started!" He announced, to the worry of the crowd - the ground was still shifting under their feet, and they were just getting started?
"[Pat On The Back!]" Their dagger cut twice, one burst of Scissors craft launching its way towards where Isabeau was settling into a different stance, and the other cutting the air in front of them. There was somethingâŚWrong, and then Siffrin stepped through the hole they'd cut in the air, and out the other one, their dagger darting out for a slice on Isabeau.
All hell broke loose.
Isabeau flinched forward, and the unstable ground left him staggering and falling to his hands and knees, but Odile seemed to already come up with a plan. [Slow IV] launched, and thankfully connected, Mirabelle shouted something about piercing through shields and cheating, as she let a [Super Sparkle Heal] wash over the downed Defender. Vale was looking amazed, but recovered for a single uncertain attack of Papercraft, and Nille followed it up with [Rock The House], which seemed to do all the more.
In that it did anything at all.
The strike flinched Siffrin back a step, but for all he was in slow motion it seemed to bring him from 'too fast to react to' to 'the same speed as everyone else'. They recovered in time to pull out their next attack, and Nille cringed at the three bursts of Scissorcraft that shot at her, each one slicing a little deeper until she was knocked out. "[Buy One, Get One Three!]" seemed to still be part of his moves, at leastâŚ
As Nille fell back into the snow, eyes unfocused in unconsciousness, Siffrin had only the snow's crunching to warn them of Isabeau's approach. "[SMASH!]" hit him hard enough to nearly knock him down, and Odile's [Rock III] finished the job - and the combined attack seemed to work! The ground stilled its erratic shaking, allowing for everyone to stand normally again.
Mirabelle took the chance to run over to Nille, producing a tonic from among her frills. The fruity taste filled her stomach, and she slowly came to, grunting and confused. Vale was simply guarding, but their eyes narrowed, seeming to see something the others didn't.
"Oh no, we can't have that! [Spread The Love!]" Siffrin called out, and made an all-encompassing gesture with their arms. At first it simply looked like they were hugging air, and t hen a half-circle of Craft squeezed in around them, papercraft knocking into them all and forcing them closer - and taking huge chunks out of Isabeau, Nille falling back to the snow altogether. Even Vale and Odile, who were supposedly strong to it, seemed to wince at the power of the attack, but Odile grinned as she understood. "Mirabelle, try healing us. I think I've figured out his trick." The resulting Super Sour Tonic didn't taste great, but one drink of it seemed to get them all feeling betterâŚEven Siffrin.
"It's like he's part of our party too!" Vale called out in shock, and Odile gave a stern nod. "That's how he's cutting through the shields. They don't protect from party members." Even as Odile was explaining, Isabeau had moved up and started to simply jab at Siffrin, strike after strike going wide until one finally landed true, leaving them grabbing their gut. "Mirabelle, only use the reflection shield!" "I heard you the first time!" She allows, but then gasps.
"[Simply Stabulous] as always, Odile." Siffrin's puns were almost as bad as the sight of their dagger embedded in Isabeau's shoulder, and the blank look in the Defender's eyes as he fell to the cold snow beneath. "But too late, I think. I've gotta say though, it feels GREAT to cut loose again!" They stretched their arms over their head, as though this was simply relaxing and not a terrifying display of force.
"Housemaiden, you're the [Main Character!]" Vale's voice was trembling, but the craft that wrapped her up seemed to draw Siffrin's eyesâŚand their blade. They nodded in understanding, and watched cautiously, as Odile slowly worked her way around Siffrin, staying out of stab range - as though that meant anything.
"Stalling now? Well, I guess it's my turn again! [Can't Stop The Rock!]" Siffrin's movement returned to its normal, blinding speed, but even as he turned to punch at Odile the Craft was pulled back towards Mirabelle, like a magnet. "Wh-!"
"[Brilliant Reflection Shield!]"
The reflection came up instantly, and Siffrin's eyes went wide as they realized just what was about to happen. Their own attackâŚ! They tried to dodge, but it had all their own speed and impacted, leaving the attempt at a leaping dive turning into being sent ingloriously tumbling through the snow and landing face-down in it. "Blrfh," he opined, emptying his mouth of the snow that had gotten into it to see Isabeau standing tall, and Vale stepping up next to Mirabelle.
"Main Character! Draws your attacks where I want them to. Come on everyone, just one more push!" Vale wasn't sure where this spring of inspiration was coming from, but they weren't about to turn it down, especially not when it got Isabeau moving. "[SMASH!]" came down in a diving attack, but Siffrin's roll through the snow made it miss him.
Most of him.
His cloak got pinned down underneath Isabeau's fist before he could get it free, and Isabeau called out. "NOW! Everyone!" Pinned as he was, Siffrin could only watch as Nille staggered to her feet, and everyone's Craft merged together as it launched forward in a great ball of power.
Jackpot.
The combined strikes blew Siffrin away with their power, sending him flying anew, and Mirabelle gasped as Vale looked uneasy at the motion, but it was Nille who managed to say it. "Maybe that was a little overboard? For just one guy?"
"Not at all!" Siffrin's voice had to shout to reach them, but he seemed to beâŚfine? Oh, he was staggering slightly, but he'd been blown nearly to the treeline and seemed to suffer less from it than Isabeau had from a single stab! Odile's eyes narrowed, and she read Siffrin's remaining healthâŚJust above half?!
"I yield." "Yeah, me too." Odile first, and then Vale, leaving the rest staring at them in shock. "Well we can't beat them without you?" "Then yield yourself." Mirabelle's worries were answered even more as Siffrin started to run, closing the gap at speeds they found unlikely at best. "âŚFine. I Yield." "YeahâŚWe all do." Isabeau finally answered, and there was a collective sigh.
"Hey!" Siffrin said as they got back to the group, and threw arms around Isabeau and Nille. "That was the best fight I've had in ages! C'mon, let's get back!"
"Siffaroni, has anyone told you you're terrifying?"
"Then why are you blushing~?"
#behind the vale#btvau#isat fanfic#lwlau#lives worth living au#lwl vale#isat au#lwl nille#lwl odile#lwl mirabelle#lwl isabeau#lwl siffrin
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This is my last esc post this year, I promise
im still bitter and feel disgusted about Moldova's scoring last year
they got 14 (fourteen) points from the jury. 14.
meanwhile the public gave them 239.
Yeah i'm hella mad for Kaarija (beloved) this year, but why didn't anyone point this out last year?! A song in native language about history, culture, that's fun to listen, good live voice, a combination of rock and folk, there isn't anyone out there that does this (there's folk x metal, but no one does rock and folk). Not to mention that Zdob si Zdub went to Eurovision 3 times, and not even once they brought a flop song, go look at "boonika bate toba" and "so lucky" and tell me this aint the spirit we want at esc.
All of this wasted on the ears of western jury. (and everyone that misunderstood the song as about trains when it's waaaay deeper than that but anyway you do you)
anyway, in conclusion, abolish the jury.
#i have been a zdubii fan since i was 12-13#i got to see them live earlier this year and it did feel like a dream come true <3#i hate eurovision#esc 2022#moldova#zdob si zdub#eurovision
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john green quit tumblr because of the cock monologue
No, he didnât.
This all happened a long time ago, and my memory is imperfect, but hereâs my memory: The cock monologue certainly hurt my feelings! But when people are trying to force someone out of a virtual space, they sometimes resort to behavior that is similar to bullying except itâs not completely identical to bullying because the person theyâre making fun of has a lot of power. (As someone who got bullied a lot in school, the feeling was similar in 2014 but it wasnât identical--because I was aware of the fact that I was okay, that what was in danger was certain aspects of my identity/self-value that I treasured but not my entire personhood itself.)
Anyway, it hurt my feelings, and still hurts my feelings when I see it shared (it feels to me like a joke about my sexuality, although I understand other people donât see it that way; but yeah, you donât know much about my sexuality and I donât really want you to but it feels like a joke about that to me, which just bums me out).Â
But all of that stuff is a side effect of my job and having been successful at it, and I like my job. It is a great job. All jobs have aspects that suck. My job has fewer such aspects than other jobs Iâve had.
So yeah, I did not quit tumblr because of the cock monologue. (I also did not ask tumblr to make reblogs un-editable.) .
I quit tumblr because a few people started to make extremely specific threats. One might, for instance, send me an ask that featured a google streetview screenshot of my home alongside a plan for breaking into it.
I was super scared of these people (or possible person pretending to be a few people?) because they seemed to have a lot of knowledge about me and my family. We lived in a normal middle-class neighborhood in Indianapolis and I felt very exposed and nervous all the time in my real life, and eventually the freaked-out feeling just got too big and thatâs why I quit tumblr.
(Edited to add: I am aware that prominent people sometimes use death threats against them to portray themselves as victims and protect themselves against justified criticism for their bigotry or abusive behavior or whatever. I donât want to do that; itâs important to note that I have a lot of resources and power and so was able to, for instance, move to decrease the threat, which a lot of people canât do. But I also feel like not talking about the experience honestly has not really helped me or anyone.)
I SHOULDâVE quit tumblr much earlier--I needed to realize that people werenât comfortable with me in their virtual spaces and that to them I came across as cringey or even creepy, but at the time, I wasnât nearly self-aware enough to leave for any of those reasons, and plus there was a lot of pressure from movie studios etc to stay on the social Internet so I could continue to promote my books and the stuff around them. So I didnât quit when I shouldâve, and as a result had and caused quite a few negative experiences for people. Iâm sorry about the role I had in causing those negative experiences. I shouldâve had a better understanding of not just how I experienced myself but also how other people might experience me. Thatâs something iâve worked on over the years but still come up short on sometimes.
At any rate, I might delete this later because it makes me feel a bit like all my nerves are exposed to the air but I did just want to clarify that the, like, Tumblr Legend of this whole thing is at minimum a bit over simplified.Â
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day 2 of no wifi.. hanging in there đđđđ
#its pretty ok so far tbh im not that reliant on being connected to the internet#and i have soooo much unpacking and decorating to do that im constantly busy anyway. but i miss scrolling tumblr mindlessly đđ#also its a bit lonely bc im used to living w 4 other ppl not 1.. and my flatmates being a bit reclusive atm#i mean we did go for a walk earlier so not that reclusive its not like i havent talked to her at all#but i like being in the same room as other ppl even if im doing a non social activity like reading its just nice to have company#so it feels reallllly quiet bc she stays in her own room all the time. which is normal for her im just. more aware of it now its just us đ#i think shes finding the move harder than i am bc she knew our last flatmates better than me + lived there way longer than i did#and also i think most of her social life is online/over call so not having wifi means she cant rly talk to ppl as much#not that i dont have an online social life but mine is more sporadic than hers so it doesnt affect me as much#ik im not her first choice of company either... not that she doesnt like me or anything but we're not that close so#but stilllll let me sit in the corner snd hang out i can be quiet if u want me to i promise đ§ââď¸#anyway i dooo get it if shes not feeling great#hopefully she'll adjust and find it a bit easier soon and we'll have wifi by tues anyway#and thurs im going to see family for a week so at least then ill have 24/7 nonstop company plus getting to cuddle the dog :-D#+ seeing a bunch of friends yayyy. i need to make friends in my new area too ive got a couple social groups listed to try out im excited#AND coincidentally one of my old friends works in this city too so i need to make some plans with her when im back !!#i didnt rly bother making any new friends in the last year bc i liked my flatmates enough to get my socialising in w them#but now im kinda raring for it. i do rly love meeting + getting to know new ppl just so long as its on my own terms#i.e. when i have my hearing aids in. and when its not super late in the day bc i get tired and easily overstimulated#bless my last flatmates but they were their own group + i didnt know them for enough years to be a true member tbh#itll be nice to make new friends in a situation where im not just the stray dog one of them dragged in to live with them#ok thats a little mean on myself but still. at least ill waste less time triggered by rsd now#anyway lost where i was going wow i wrote a lot of tags i doubt theyre all coherent bc its 2am im going to bed goodnighhttt xxxx#.diaries
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in which: a moment of impulsivity has ratio knocking on your door at 3 am with a grand confession.
There is a great cloud of curiosity that surrounds Dr. Ratio.
His intelligence is far beyond the average personâs comprehension, mind working at insurmountable speeds to reach conclusions and answers that no others have come to before. Mediocrity and Ratio could never stand to be in the same room, intelligence and reputation as an academic preceding him.
When people find out that you have been in a long-term relationship with the scholar, you can almost see the question mark above their heads. How did you meet? When did you start dating? How did you start dating? How do you put up with him? (You always answer that with âIâm still trying to find out myselfâ. He always rolls his eyes when you say that, but itâs nothing a kiss to the cheek canât solve.)Â
Only your closest friends know the story of how you started dating, but itâs always one you love recounting, much to the dismay of Veritas.Â
For the decades that he has lived for, there have been few moments he regrets, always critically scrutinising every move six steps before he makes them. No one has ever seen him messy, uncertain, or dishevelled- except you.Â
Towards the end of your university years, with an urgent final assignment due soon, youâre rudely awoken one night by frantic knocks on your dormâs door. You notice the clock reads 3 am, and since the knocks only got louder by the second, you throw your covers off with a groan.
Who could be at your door at 3 am? Perhaps a drunk dormmate who forgot their keys? Or someone knocking thinking it was their room?
Looking through the peephole, youâre stunned to see a certain violet-haired friend on the other side, trouble etched deeply into his features. His hair was messy, falling haphazardly around his face, and his usual accessory of a laurel wreath was discarded, flamboyant outfit discarded for something more comfortable.Â
Itâs clear that heâs troubled by something, but you have half a mind to leave him outside until he goes away (thatâs what heâd do to you, or so you think).
Opening the door, you begin by scolding him. âYou better have a good reason to show up at this godforsaken time or otherwise-â
â-Iâm in love with you.âÂ
Perhaps if it were a normal hour of the day, and if you hadnât just been rudely awaken from your sleep, you would have processed his words faster. Instead, you blink at him once, twice, three times, fatigue weighing heavily on your features as you struggled to keep your eyes open.Â
âWhat?â You murmur, shaking your head as if that would clear up the mental blockage.
âIâm in love with you,â he repeats, firmer this time.Â
You grab his wrist and drag him inside your dorm, blinded by the harshness of the hallway lights illuminating the outline of his figure. Turning on the softer light on your desk, you take a seat on the edge of your bed, gazing down at your hands. Veritas, however, stays near your door, annoyingly muscular arms flexed over his chest.
âI have so many questions,â you grumble, rubbing your eyes. âWhy are you awake? Youâre always asleep by 11 to get your ass up at 6 to exercise, or whatever.âÂ
âAre you avoiding the main point, or just stupid?â He grabs you by the shoulders and shakes. âI love you.âÂ
âExcuse me! You were banging bullets on my dorm room, Iâm disorientated right now, not stupid- what?â
Itâs almost like his statement from earlier only pierces through your brain now with the way you freeze, eyes morphing into something akin to disbelief and shock. He sees all the changes in your expression in the dimness of the room, nervously biting his cheek with every subtle shift.
âDid⌠I hear that right?â You whisper after what feels like an eternity. âYou love me?â
He nods. âFor a few years now.âÂ
âWhy didnât you tell me?â
âAm I not doing so in this very moment?âÂ
Tonight has been nothing but agitating for him. First, he was kept awake by the pounding of his heart and the burning desire to see you, significantly delaying his sleep until Veritas decided to cast all caution into the wind, running to your dorm all the way on the other side of the University. Now, he is trying to pour his heart onto your hands, all because of a moment of impulsivity and bull-headed stubbornness, and a secret he cannot keep to himself any longer.
He may be stubborn (as are all geniuses), but Veritas is never impulsive. All truths will come to light eventually, no matter how hard he tries to hide them.Â
âWhile I accept that my feelings may not be reciprocated, can you at least say something rather than stare at me blankly?â Thereâs an unfamiliar look of concern in his eyes, contrasting the usual pride and arrogance he always wears.
What happened to the Veritas Ratio you know? Who is this man by your feet?
âNo- thatâs not. I⌠I love you too, I have for a while now, but everything about this is⌠just⌠unbelievable.â
âWhy?âÂ
âYouâre aeons out of my league, Veritas. I never once considered you would return my feelings.â
He stifles back a laugh, dropping his large hands off your shoulders and clutching the mattress on either side of you. You wonât forget about the way the sheets crumple beneath his grip, or the way his head hangs, bangs tickling your legs.
Bravely, you raise a hand to his hair, running through it. Seemed like he could use the comfort.
âYou make me too damn nervous,â he breathes, a hand coming to clutch at his chest.Â
âNever thought Iâd live to see the day you admit you get nervous.âÂ
âWhyâs that?â
âThe only thing bigger than your brain is your ego.â
His confession, and everything about that night, was unorthodox, never predicting that youâd end the day curled up next to Veritas, or the long relationship that would follow.
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november rain |ex-husband!eddie munson x ex-wife!reader|
prompt: after your divorce to eddie, you try to get back out there. but sometimes, nothing beats what you already have.
contains: smut minors dni. mom!reader x dad!eddie. divorced. mentions to past angst/ fighting. mentions of teen pregnancy. oral fem receiving, pinv sex. slightly angsty. asshole date, angsty ending. kinda a bittersweet fic. based off this ask <3
You could hear him before you could see him, speakers shaking from the noise in his car, leaving your ears buzzing at the vibrations. The swelling of your heart rose above the annoyance you tried to feign, rolling your eyes and hoping he didnât see through it.Â
âYou do realize I live in a subdivision? Neighbors and all?â You crossed your arms, glaring at him before heâd ever climbed out of the car, killing the engine and the music with the pull of his keys.Â
âYeah? They donât like Judas Priest?â Eddie grinned, dimples deep, and you knew under his shades his eyes were bright and wild- the way they always were when they were teasing you. âI have Metallica too. I think I still have that Blondie tape you like in here too somewhere, if theyâd prefer that.âÂ
Your heart skipped, lips twitching in a faltering snarl that was slowly turning into a blushing soft smile. âYou better not play music that loud when my babies are with you.â You huffed, hands moving to rest on your hips, the denim waistband of your jeans hugging you just right in your Leviâs- Eddieâs favorite pair. You knew it, and you didnât miss the way his tongue ran over his bottom lip.Â
âDid you hear me?â You snapped, swallowing a grin. You knew he hadnât, too distracted. âEddie, I am serious, you will bust their little ear drums-âÂ
â-I know, sweetheart. Câmon,â Eddie shook his head, pushing his sunglasses up, pinning his curly bangs with them. âTheyâre my kids too. âM not gonna hurt them, you know that.â The sun caught a flash of gold, gleaming just for a moment off his left hand.Â
Eddie was still wearing his wedding band.Â
Your stomach sunk at the thought, thumb absentmindedly twisting your bare ring finger. The divorce had been final for months- six, to be exact. Youâd stopped wearing yours after the first. It was weird, not wearing the small band and ring youâd worn since high school- since Eddie proposed with shaking hands on your front porch after you found out you were expecting. Heâd dropped the ring twice, sweaty and nearly sick with anxiety. Your mother told you that should have been a sign, but you found it endearing then- maybe you did even now.Â
âWhereâs the rugrats anyway?â Eddie hummed, catching your glass door to hold it for you, letting you slip under his arm. You caught a whiff of his cologne, faint from the day, mixed with a cigarette he tried to mask from earlier.Â
âJudeâs playing in the backyard.â You stepped into the small foyer. Eddie had left it to you in the divorce, saying you were the only reason they got it anyways. There was always an eerie feeling that lingered when he came inside, a haunting reminder of a forever that didnât quite succeed.Â
âHeâs supposed to be watching Lucy.â You hummed, craning your neck to look out the window in the living room. âTheyâre hunting for bugs.â Your nose crinkled, leaving Eddie laughing.Â
âBug hunting? Oh, they donât know their Mama is terrified of bugs, huh?â Eddie teased, peeking out of the window to see the two kids, perfect blends of both of your features packed into two tiny beings.Â
âIâm not terrified. Well, of all the bugs.â You huff, rolling your eyes. âSpiders, yes, and I told Jude those were off limits or I was giving Grandpa Wayne back the bug catching kit.âÂ
âYouâre no fun.â Eddie shook his head lightly. âScared of a little spider?â His fingers tapped playfully in a crawling way up your arm towards your shoulder, leaving you squirming away.Â
âStop.âÂ
âGod, do you remember- what was it? Junior year? When there was a spider on your desk in Geometry?â Eddie laughed, grabbing his side at the memory. âAnd you shoved all your books off the desk in the middle of class?â Â
âYes, and you and Gareth just laughed at me.â You fought back your own smile at the memory.Â
âYes!â Eddie howled in laughter. âAnd Mr. Browcheski got so fu-sorry- freaking mad at all of us. Did we- That was when we got detention, right?âÂ
âYes,â You glared at him playfully, crossing your arms. âAnd I was about to have a nervous breakdown thinking about how I was going to tell my parents.âÂ
âThatâs right.â Eddie nodded slowly. âThat was your first detention?âÂ
You nodded. âI was a good girl until I met you, Munson. Youâre a bad influence.âÂ
âYeah, canât be all bad though, right?â Eddie held your gaze, stepping close instinctively. Your breathing hitched, his hand gliding over your hip, fingertips ghosting the bare skin above your waist band. âWe had some good times too.âÂ
Your head spun, dizzy with a clouding lapse of judgment. Eddie was pulling you in, hand sliding from your hip to the small of your back, holding you so close you were flush to him. His head was already tilting, ducking towards yours, ready to capture your lips and youâd let him. Of course youâd let him, youâd be lying to say you didnât miss his kiss- miss him.Â
Lucyâs high pitched shrill had you faltering, snapping out of the haze, back into a damning reality. âWhat- Eddie, we-we canât.â You took a step back, knees a little weak and wobbly from the adrenaline rush that always came with his affection. âWe canât do this.âÂ
âRight,â Eddie swallowed, hands shoving in his pockets, cheeks blooming with a pink heat that burned through his body. âS-Sorry. I just- I got caught up in the moment. Talking about that. I just-âÂ
â-Itâs fine.â You muttered, pulling the back door open, a melody of Jude and Lucyâs giggles floating in. âGuys, someoneâs here to see you.â You sing-songed in a happy tune, face lighting with exaggerated excitement. You were good like that, Eddie thought, still playing nice for the kids. Maybe it wasnât playing, Eddie really hoped it wasnât, though the rational side of his mind (and his friends) begged to differ.Â
âDaddy!â A duo of squeals and shrieks blended with bounding feet up the wooden steps into the house.Â
Jude came bounding in first, nearly knocking Eddie over at the knees when his small frame collided with him. âWo-oah, hey, buddy.â Eddie grinned, tousling the boyâs wild curls, frizzy and matted from playing outside.Â
âHi, Dad.â Jude beamed up at Eddie. Heâd gotten Eddieâs lashes but your eyes. âWeâre catching bugs.âÂ
âI heard. Catch any good ones? Any centipedes?â Eddie grinned, bending down to hug the boy.Â
âNo,â Judeâs face fell slightly in a frown. âBut I did catch a ladybug for Lucy!â Jude bounced on his toes with excitement.Â
Your heart swelled, trying to wrangle the small girl on your hip, passing her off to Eddie- well, passing was generous, she nearly launched off your hip into his arms. âA lady bug?â Eddie repeated in a babble he still used with Lucy. She was still small, in his eyes, though she was growing every single day, she was still his baby.Â
âDid Bubs get you a ladybug, Lucy?â Eddie bounced her on his hips, tickling her sides so she shrieked with laughter.Â
âYeah,â Lucy giggled, leaning back to look at Jude in a limp sort of backbend. âJudeâs gots me a ladybug an-and we found a lot of worms.â She grinned, eyes wide and excited. She got her cadences from Eddie, that was for sure, more exaggerated and dramatic with each passing day.Â
âAre you going to hunt bugs with us?â Jude asked, pulling on the hem of Eddieâs t-shirt. âWill you? Please?âÂ
âYeah, of course, I will.â Eddie smiled, shaking his head softly. âDo you have a spare shovel for me? Can you go find the little red one?âÂ
Jude looked at you. âI think itâs in the garage with the basketball.â You nodded towards the garage door. Jude ran off, footsteps heavy, Lucy squirming to get down and chase after him. âBut- hey! Put everything back where it goes, Jude Wayne! And do not climb on anything!â You called after him, voice teetering on stern.Â
âI got it!â Jude called back.Â
Eddieâs chest puffed in boasting pride, grinning at the boy. You rolled your eyes, shaking your head. âHm, wonder who that sounds like?â You said sarcastically, giving Eddie a pointed glare.Â
âThatâs my boy. What can I say?â Eddie grinned, shrugging lightly. You grinned, shaking your head. âSo, uh, whereâre you going tonight?â Eddie tried not to sound so awkwardly needy, but it came out exactly like that.Â
âOh,â You could feel your body stiffen, a warm embarrassed heat creeping up your spine. âI, uh, I- Well, Iâm going out.â You paused, fiddling with straightening something on a shelf, anything to avoid his gaze. âIâŚI have a date tonight.âÂ
Eddieâs heart sank, falling deep into the pit of his stomach. âOh.â He swallowed the thick lump in his throat. âI, uh, I didnât know you were⌠Ya know, um, gettinâ back out there.âÂ
âWell, I- I mean it wasnât exactly planned.â Your thumb went back to your ring finger, rubbing the bare skin there. You used to twist your ring when you were feeling anxious, a soothing mechanism.Â
âLydia at work set me up on a blind date with her cousin. The-The accountant guy.â You cringed at your words, spouting in a word vomit that you couldnât seem to stop. Your heart was racing, stuttering to a halt and rearing back with every fall of Eddieâs face.Â
âI-I mean, I just⌠Sheâd been asking me since-since,â Since the divorce, the words you couldnât bring yourself to say. âA-And I figured why not. I meanâŚâ You waved your hand between the two of you, the tension uncomfortable and thick.Â
âNo, no, yeah,â Eddie nodded, swallowing back a burn of emotions he tried to conceal. âNo, thatâs- you should. Not that- I mean, you donât need me to tell you that, but,â Eddie took a breath, finally meeting your nervous gaze. âYouâll have a good time.âÂ
âYeah?â You squeaked, wringing your hands anxiously. Eddie had flashbacks to years before, when you two were a lot younger, your nervous demeanor asking for his reassurance before sneaking onto the football field at midnight.Â
Eddieâs heart ached at the memory, but he nodded slowly. âYeah. I mean, heâs lucky to get to go out with you. Youâre⌠Youâre the best, you know that.â Eddie reassured you now just like he did then, just like he always did.Â
âThank you.â You whispered, turning just as Jude and Lucy came back in, triumphantly waving the red, plastic shovel. âI, um, Iâm going to get ready. Thereâs a frozen pizza in the freezer. Iâll preheat the oven, if you can just stick it in.âÂ
âI got it.â Eddie waved you off, forcing a reassuring smile. âYou go get ready. Have fun, sweetheart.â His smile was warm, leaving you burning in excitement. Still, when he left, you were filled with a sinking, nauseating feeling of dread, nerves.Â
Heidi would tell you that you were co-dependent, that Eddie had made you that way. She never liked him, not in highschool, especially not after the divorce. She was always reminding you that you could do better, that you should do better.Â
That always sparked a fight, one of the many that you and Eddie had over and over and over. His accusatory tongue lashing accusations at you, your defenses climbing higher and higher, both too stubborn to let it go. You were reminded of the fight that did it- that caused the divorce. Days- no, weeks of back and forth.Â
âYou know, thereâs times I wish I would have skipped school that day!â Eddie roared, voice hoarse and scratchy from the screaming match you two had been having. âI was supposed to skip with Gareth, but I fucking went, and you know what? I wish I wouldnât have! Then we would have never gotten paired up and I wouldnât be dragged into all this shit with you! I wouldnât be so miserable all the goddamn time!âÂ
His words rang in your head, stinging just as much then as they did now. You took a breath, that haunting memory was the final push you needed to step into the shower, to get ready, and to try and start something new without Eddie.Â
âSo, Lydia tells me you have a kid.â Matthew asked, swirling his wine around in his glass.Â
The restaurant was obnoxiously expensive, much more stuffy than what you expected on the first date. You felt terribly underdressed, in a sundress you hadnât worn in years, fitting a little tighter now since Lucy. Note to self, go dress shopping next time.Â
âYeah, I do,â You smiled politely, the tension still a little uncomfortable, unfamiliar. âJude and Lucy.âÂ
âOh,â Matthewâs brows raised, tone clipping in shock. âTwo?âÂ
âYeah,â You swallowed back that familiar burning in your chest, the one that always came with judgment. Raised brows and pointed glares, being pregnant in highschool, you thought youâd be used to it by now.Â
âUh, how-how old are they?â Matthew asked, fingers tapping nervously on the table. So much tension, and you hadnât even gotten your food yet.Â
âJude is seven, and Lucy just turned four.â You felt your chest boast with pride. Talking about your kids, that could soothe you, it always did.Â
âWow,â You werenât sure how Matthewâs brows could go any higher, but somehow they did. âThatâs⌠Iâm sorry, you just, you look really young to have kids that age.âÂ
âI am,â You shrugged sheepishly. âI, um, I had Jude in high school. My senior year.â You tried not to flinch, to steel yourself for the inevitable look- the one that always gave you.Â
âHigh school?â Matthewâs tone skittered on a scoff, leaving you burning with embarrassment- with shame. Whyâre you embarrassed about it? Best thing that ever happened to me, Eddie would always say, scoffing nonchalantly when you were younger and someone gave you a snarling glace in the supermarket, two teens pushing a baby around in a shopping cart.Â
âYeah,â You looked down at your hands under the table. This was what you dreaded, the âgetting back out thereâ phase. You had forgotten how utterly painful it was, worse now than when you were a teen.Â
âMy ex-husband and I got married out of high school.â You continued, trying to break up the uncomfortable silence. âAfter- Well, before we had Jude, but after I found out I was pregnant.âÂ
âOh,â Matthew didnât look at you, looking anywhere but you really. âThatâs why you divorced then? Makes sense.âÂ
Your cheeks burned with embarrassment. âNo, no, thatâs- thatâs not why.â It wasnât entirely true, at least, part of the reason but not the whole reason.Â
âItâs not?â Matthew raises a brow, scoffing with unimpression before downing the rest of his wine. âLook, Iâm not trying to offend you, but Iâm not dumb. Pregnant in high school, married the baby daddy because it was the right thing to do, right? And then what? Had another when things got rough to try and save the marriage?âÂ
Your heart dropped, frozen in mortification, fear maybe, in your seat. âIâm right, arenât I? I mean, itâs a tale as old as time, Sugar.â Your cheeks burned at the nickname. That wasnât your nickname, not what Eddie called you, and even if he did- it never sounded condescending and mean like it did when it came from Matthew.Â
âNo shame in it, just own up to it.â Matthew scoffed, leaning back in his seat. You felt small sitting across from him, his lips pursed, rolling over your frame with such judgment it made your stomach turn. âLying on the first date doesnât seem like the best option.âÂ
âExcuse me,â You swallowed, grabbing your purse with shaky, sweaty palms. âI have to go to the restroom.â You didnât wait for his response, the sinking feeling in your stomach only worsening with every step towards the door.Â
The Hideout was only a block away, still standing strong on the outskirts of the newly renovated downtown. You were surprised it hadnât conformed to the trendy chic wave that was hitting everywhere, but selfishly you were glad it stayed the same. The wooden booths and dollar drafts, just the same as theyâd always been.Â
The corner booth in the back caught your eye, occupied by a young couple- barely legal looking. Probably snuck in here with a fake, buzzing with adrenaline and the thrill that they might be caught, sharing a pitcher. That was you and Eddie, not too long ago. Heâd snuck you in on your third or fourth date. Youâd never been so nervous, never felt so alive at the same time. A goody-two-shoes, Eddie called you with a sweet grin, sliding you a beer across the table and slipping in next to you in that booth.Â
Your heart ached at the memory, chest heavy with emotion. Why couldnât he have just been better? Why couldnât you just have been better? Why couldnât both of you be better to each other, for each other?Â
The heavy weight of regret settled on your chest, mixing with the draining heaviness of the night. You looked at the phone on the wall, digging in your purse for quarters. You couldnât call Lydia, not after youâd stood up her fix up, left him in the restaurant. Robin was undoubtedly not home on a Friday night.Â
Sighing, you cradled the phone to your ear, slipping the quarters in the slot, finger jamming the numbers. The line trilled once, twice, your fingers tapping on your crossed arm. By the third ring, you were ready to hang up, give up and call your sister.Â
âMunson residence,â Eddieâs voice was soft, still with that lilt of playfulness that made your heart swoon. Heâd been so excited when you two got the house, when you got your own landline. Heâd answered the phone all posh and silly, claiming you two were âhigh societyâ now, moving up in the world.Â
âEddie,â Your breath shook, chest rattling when you heard his voice, a soothing force after the stress of the night. âItâs me.âÂ
âWhatâs wrong?â Eddie snapped on the other end, not missing a beat. âWhat happened? You alright?âÂ
âIâm⌠Iâm at The Hideout.â You cupped your hand over the phoneâs end, trying to muffle the loud music. âI just- Can you come get me?âÂ
âIâm on my way.â Eddie didnât miss a beat.Â
âThank you,â You sighed in relief. âBut, hey, donât bring the kids. Please? I told them I was going out with Rob for a night out, and theyâll want to see her.âÂ
âI wonât, sweetheart. Theyâre asleep anyways.â Eddie muttered. You could hear his keys rattling in the background. âLet me call Wheeler and see if he can pop over to watch them. I think heâs home for the summer. Gimme a few and Iâll be right there.âÂ
âThank you.â You whispered, nose burning with tears you couldnât shed- you wouldnât shed. Not again.Â
âCâmon, not a problem.â Eddie waved you off gently. âHang tight, baby. Be there soon.âÂ
You waited until you heard the dial line to hang up. Your heart sunk and fluttered at the same time, head reeling with a tornado of emotions that left you dizzy. Sinking onto an open stool at the end of the bar, you ordered a beer, the same one Eddie had ordered you years before. You didnât care much for the taste now, your palette had grown and expanded since you were fifteen. But something tonight had you craving it, maybe craving the memory, the feeling that came with the first time you drank it. Chasing down a nostalgia that you didnât want tainted.Â
Eddie was there before you could finish your second beer, only a few sips in. He slid into the chair beside you, hand gliding over your shoulder in greeting. He started to lean in, lips moving to brush your cheek, but he stopped himself before he could, waving down the bartender instead.Â
âSo,â Eddie tapped the sticky wood top of the bar. âBad date?âÂ
âThe worst.â You muttered, taking another swig of your beer. âGuy was a total ass.âÂ
âYeah?â Eddieâs jaw ground tight, flexing with protective anger. âYou want me to kill him?âÂ
You snorted, lips curling in a small grin. âNo, heâs not worth that.â You hummed, propping your head in your hand. âHe was just an asshole. A total fucking asshole.âÂ
âWhatâd he say?â Eddie bit, hands buzzing, though he tried to play it cool.Â
âOh, the usual- teen mom, divorced, so clearly Iâm the biggest loser in the world.â You muttered, lip jutting in a pout, looking down at the ring of condensation left behind by your beer.Â
âHe said that?â Eddie snapped, eyes widening in a crazed way you hadnât seen in a while. âFucking piece of shit, Iâll beat the dogwalking shit out of him-âÂ
â-No, he didnât. He didnât say it like that.â You shook your head, placing a calming hand on his arm. âIt was implied. He was⌠He was just not nice, and I felt like it was getting worse, so I left. Came here instead.âÂ
Eddie nodded, the tension between the two of you a little uncomfortable. The bartender slid him his own beer, saving the two of you from the awkward silence. Eddie took his beer, tilting it toward you with a soft smile.Â
âThat guys a fucking idiot. Doesnât know what heâs missed out on.â Eddieâs lips were tight in a pain-filled smile he tried to force, but his eyes gave him aways. They always gave him away.Â
âThanks.â You muttered, cheeks burning with a tingling heat. âHow were the kids tonight?âÂ
âGood.â Eddie nodded, swallowing his drink. âJude found a centipede. Lucy was not a fan.â
You grinned. âI donât blame her. You didnât let him bring it in?âÂ
âNo. Câmon,â Eddie scoffed lightly. âNo, I made him leave it outside. He wanted to keep it in his bug catcher, but I told him if it was meant to be his, it would stay. So he put it back in the grass.âÂ
âGood. Iâll come looking for you if I see a centipede in the house.â You glared at him playfully. âDid you give them a bath?âÂ
âDinner, bath, even read them a story.â Eddie smirked at you. âI can be a good dad, sometimes, ya know. Not a total deadbeat all the time.â He teased, shoulder bumping with yours.Â
Your stomach twisted. âI didnât- I didnât mean it like that. Iâm sorry.â You muttered, looking back at your beer.Â
âI was kidding.â Eddie said, setting his beer down. âHey, I was just kidding. I know youâre just looking out for the munchkins, Mama.âÂ
You swooned under his cooing praise, heart swelling with adoration. âI didnât- I would never say youâre a bad dad. Youâre not a bad dad, Eddie.â You met his gaze. âYouâre the best dad to them.âÂ
Eddieâs cheeks pinkened under your praise, chin ducking with a blush. âThank you,â He whispered, fingers tapping the bar top. âJust a shitty husband then?âÂ
You rolled your eyes lightly. âNo,â You clicked your tongue playfully. âNot a shitty husband. Not all the time anyways.â
Eddie grinned, dimples deep, eyes brightening. âYou had your good moments.âÂ
âYeah?â Eddie hummed, leaning in towards you. âLike when?âÂ
Youâre body burned, electric tingles shooting to your core. The look in his eyes, squinting just barely, lips pursing, tongue rolling over his teeth- a look you were all too familiar with. You knew better, knew so much better than to let him sway you, to give into your urges.Â
âHm, I can think of a few times.â You purred, leaning in closer to him, lashes batting sweetly. âMaybe you could remind me?âÂ
Eddieâs wide grin stood the test of time. The same wild, excited grin heâd give you years ago hadnât changed, it still left you spinning, abandoning your better judgment, following him with blinders into anything.Â
âChrist, I fuckinâ missed you.â Eddie moaned, breathy and quiet, lips pressing to yours in fever.Â
You shuddered under his touch, his fingers circling your clit perfectly, expertly- he was, after all, been with you for so long, he knew exactly how you wanted it. The house was quiet, the drone of the TV on for background noise, hoping the kids wouldnât wake up.Â
âEddie,â You whispered, eyes rolling back, clawing his shoulder at a particularly perfect rub that had you seeing stars. âFuck, that felt good.âÂ
âYeah? Feels good. I can always make you feel good, sweetheart.â Eddie muttered, wet smooches trailing down your neck, down your collarbones. âWant me to make you feel better? Keep you feelinâ good? Lemme make you feel good.âÂ
His hands moved, pushing down your dress. Eddie looked, trying to will his mind silent at the sight of your matching, lacy set. It drove Eddie to his knees to see you in it, but his heart dropped knowing you hadnât picked it to wear it for him.Â
He shoved the lacy panties down, letting them pool at your ankles, hands sinking on your hips. You wiggled, stilling your hips to keep them from bucking when Eddie kissed your mound, teasing kisses all the way down to your slit.Â
âSpread your legs fâme.â Eddieâs breath ghosted over your skin, a half grin spreading across his features when you kicked your legs open, arching forward for him.Â
Eddieâs tongue ran teasingly over your left lip, your right, before licking a long stripe right through your wet folds. In the past, he would have teased you, toyed with you until you whined and begged for him to fuck you. Back when he used to have you whenever he wanted, heâd lived for that, but now, he didnât have that luxury. He had to make the most of his time now, at your call, at your service.Â
You bit your fist, trying to swallow back a moan that threatened to tear out of your throat. Your vibrator, tucked away in your sock drawer, could never replace this- replace him. His touch, the rush of endorphins that came from the pleasure he gave you, always eager to please.Â
Finger raking through his curls, you tugged him further and further into you, hips grinding on his face. âTh-Thatâs it. That feels good.â You whispered.Â
Eddie moaned, sending waves of vibrations to your core, knees buckling under the feeling. Your breath caught, head tipping back to silence the moans, ripples of pleasure crashing over you.Â
âOkay, okay, stop.â You panted, pushing on the top of his head, trying to writhe out of his touch.Â
Eddieâs face fell in hurt, in fear, scanning your features. He knew it was coming, the inevitable that youâd change your mind, tell him you couldnât do this. âI-I need you.â His heart leapt at your words. âI just need you right now, please.âÂ
It felt like a dream, having you wrapped around him in every way. Buried inside you, Eddie tried to savor the feeling, really feel you in case this was the last time. Your legs tight around his hips, arms around his shoulders, pulling him into you as he fucked you into the mattress- into the bed that you both shared for so many years.Â
Your nails clawed down his back, biting at his shoulder to keep yourself quiet, toes curling in pleasure. Eddieâs hand slid between the two of you, circling your clit as he approached his own orgasm. He knew you were close, knew everything about you.Â
âFuck, you feel so fuckinâ good. The best, the fuckinâ best, baby.â Eddie whispered, breath hot over your ear, nipping at your ear lobe. Your body shuddered, hips bucking with pleasure.Â
âFuckinâ missed you. Missed you- ah.â Eddie whined, nearly cumming when your teeth bit his shoulder, the spark of pain making his slops get sloppier and sloppier.Â
Eddieâs lips moved to yours, biting your bottom lip, sucking on it while his fingers slid over your clit until you were shaking, flooding over his length. Your grip loosened, melting into the mattress as he finished, drilling into you.Â
âFuck, feel so good. Fuckinâ love the way you feel.â Eddie looked down at you, eyes glassy and dazed from your own orgasm, lips bitten from him.Â
A final pump, a final grunt, and he was spilling inside you, hips still slowly rolling inside you, dropping his face into your neck. You held him tight, muffling his moans into your skin. âI love you, I love you, I love you.â Eddie rambled, chest to chest, heaving and clinging to the other.Â
A feeling settled around the two of you after you broke apart, laying side by side under the sheets, the house still, quiet, filled with a tension you couldnât quite figure out.Â
âIâm sorry you had a shitty date.â Eddie muttered, voice a little raspy.Â
ââS alright.â You sighed, stretching under the sheets. âEnded pretty good, all things considered.âÂ
âYeah it did.â Eddie grinned softly. âMissed you.âÂ
Your heart ached, sinking in your chest. âI-I think you just missed having sex.âÂ
âNo,â Eddie said firmly, shaking his head. âNo, I-I missed you. I missed this, us.â He rolled over, turning towards you.Â
âEddie-âÂ
â-No, I just- Iâm sorry, and I know I was a dick, and I-I did some things, but, baby, weâre good. Weâre so good together.â Eddie whispered, reaching for you. âWeâre meant to be together. You know we are. Itâs always been us, itâs always supposed to be us.âÂ
âWeâre not good together.â You pressed your lips together, shaking your head. âWeâre not good for each other.âÂ
âDonât say that.â Eddieâs eyes shined with hurt, shaking his head. âHow-How can you say that-âÂ
â-Because, weâre good now. Right now, but⌠but then itâll be just like it was, and weâll be right back to fighting.â You pressed your palms to your eyes, chest tightening with the post orgasm clarity, the realization of your mistake. Youâd never learn your lesson, no matter how many times youâd go through this.Â
âBaby, we could go back to counseling. I just- We should try. I want to try, I want to be a family again. I want to be better this time. I promise Iâll be better this time, please.â Eddie reached for your hand, pulling them off your eyes. âPlease, sweetheart, one more chance? I wonât⌠I wonât fuck it up.âÂ
You squeezed his hand, body aching, yearning to lean into him. To agree, to nod and let him love on you, love you. To give him another chance, to see him wake up in the bed next to you, back in the house with the kids all the time.Â
But you couldnât.Â
For them. Jude and Lucy had a hard enough time with the divorce, understanding why you two were separating. How did you explain to kids that mommy and daddy were like the weather; good some days, disastrous the other?Â
âI-I canât, Eddie.â You whispered, looking at him with eyes shining. âJude and LucyâŚThatâs not- This isnât good for them.â Your breath shuttered, heart breaking in your chest.Â
Eddieâs own heart was breaking, you could see it on his face. âI just need time. I donât know.â You admitted, swallowing around the lump in your throat. âBut now, I just canât now.âÂ
Eddie nodded, swallowing around his own heart breaking. âAlright,â He nodded. âWhatever you decide, Iâll⌠Iâll always support you. Iâll always love you, too. No matter what.âÂ
Your lip wobbled, squeezing his hand tight in yours. âThank you.â You whispered. âI just need some time, Eddie.âÂ
âIâve got time. Iâll wait.â Eddie nodded, pressing a kiss to your knuckles gently. âAlways here for you.â He pulled you close to him, arms wrapped around your frame, squeezing you tight to his chest.Â
For a moment, you relaxed, let yourself feel at peace as he held you. Allowed yourself that selfishness in the still of the night. Youâd stay like that for a while, until you sent him to the couch. âThings are confusing as it is for them. They donât need to get their hopes up if they see us in the bed together.â And Eddie would do it, of course he would. Heâd do it for you, for them, for the hope that he might one day get his family back to normal. Back to the way it should be.Â
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What You Wanted
Richard wanted to better himself. At first, as a wide-eyed new freshman, he was looking to make a change. Having always been more nerdy and unathletic, Richard prioritized his studies rather than his physical fitness growing up. But after years of fearing the gym, he took his first step. And the rest was history. He grew lean with muscle and learned the ins and outs of the gym routine. He found a gym buddy and quickly climbed the social hierarchy. Smart, fit, and now entering his junior year- he was living his best life.
âRichard!â Thomasâs nasally voice cut through the air, âAre you even paying attention?â Beady eyes narrowed behind his thick rimmed glasses.
Richard shrugged, âSorry, I mustâve zoned out.â He was thinking more about his gym session earlier that day instead of paying attention to whatever nerdy movie Thomas picked, âIâm just not feeling it today.â
Richard and Thomas were friends since middle school. Both unapologetically nerdy, each surviving their fair share of bullying. But while Richardâs interests in fitness blossomed, Thomas remained entrenched in all things nerdy.
âYouâre never feeling it anymore.â Thomas lamented, âIâm worried about you.â He looked at his friend closely, âAre you becoming like them? One of those stupid, smelly meatheads?â Richard knew Thomas never approved of his new friends- especially since many of them gave off the same vibes as their former bullies.
âThomas, look.â Richard started, âI just... Weâre obviously very different people now.â
âNot true! We both study Biochemistry! Weâre both applying to graduate school in a few months!â Thomas interjected.
âYeah, but Thomas, Iâve changed. I donât really like superheroes and Battle Monsters and all that stuff anymore.â Richard sighed, running a hand through his hair, âI mean, its fun from time to time, but youâre obsessed with it.â
âObsessed?â
Richard nodded, âLook, I need to get going. I have an exam.â He grabbed his backpack and started towards the door.
âIs that how itâs going to be?â Thomas yelled, âSo you think youâre better than me too? Just like all those stupid jocks, right?â Thomas continued, âFine, if you want to be a stupid, smelly jock so bad, go for it! Donât come crying to me!â
âWhatever.â Richard said, âSee you around.â
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Richard worked through his thermodynamics exam with ease. It became such a mindless activity that his thoughts wandered to Thomas. They had been close for years. And Thomas gave him an outlet for some of his more nerdier interests. Sure, he wasnât as interested in all that nerd stuff like he was back in middle school, but Richard did value the time he spent with Thomas. He frowned. Maybe he was just a bit too harsh. Â Heâd apologize once he got done with his exam. But as he continued to write down the answers to these complex questions, he felt something welling up from within him. Something physical... something...
BUUUUURRRRPPPPP
Richardâs eyes widened and he quickly covered his mouth. He felt his cheeks flush red and looked around the room, noticing a few looks of disgust, as well as a few snickers from some of his classmates.
âRichard?â The professor said, looking up from her book.
âYo, my bad dude.â Richardâs eyes widened, as did the professorâs, âWhoa, brah! Didnât mean to say that!â His face reddened even more.
âRichard, please focus on your test.â She said sternly.
He nodded, trying to tune out the snickers from his surrounding classmates, âWhat the fuck was that?â He thought to himself, trying to regain his composure, âOkay... just focus.â
But as he stared at the problems on his exam, he noticed small drops of water appearing on his paper. He raised an eyebrow as more drops appeared on his test, smudging his work.
âWhat the...?â He whispered, âSweat?â He rubbed a hand across his forehead, âWhat the fuck?â He said aloud, again disrupting the class.
âRichard!â The professor slammed her book down.
âDude, just back off.â Richard snapped back. He heard a few audible gasps from his fellow students and his face flushed red, âBro, that came out wrong. I don't get why I'm sounding like this, bro.â His face flushed red again and he suddenly stood up and headed towards the door, âI gotta take a breather.â He said. But as he approached the door he could feel the same heaviness in his stomach, âNo, no no... buuuuuuuuurrrrrpppppppp.â
He slammed the door behind him, and fled from the classroom.
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Richard walked across campus as fast as he could. He needed to get back to his apartment as soon as possible. Or maybe to a doctor. But wherever he went, he just needed to be somewhere private. The young man wiped some sweat from his brow and cringed.
âNo way dude, Iâm like a waterfall.â He whispered, âOh fuck, look at my pits.â Dark pit stains rapidly formed beneath his arms and continued to grow larger. Richard stopped in his tracks and raised his arms, taking a deep whiff of his own stench, âHuhuhuh thatâs ripe, dude.â He chuckled to himself. It was the judgmental stares of nearby students that broke him out of his train of thought, âIâm sorry!â He whispered, blushing deeply, âI didnât mean to... burrrrppppppppp.â His face reddened even more.
âHaha nice one bro!â A nearby jock laughed.
âYeah dude! Been dropping bombs all day.â Richard replied with a grin. He quickly shook his head and ran towards his dorm room, ignoring the jock's attempt for a fist bump.
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Richard slammed the door to his dorm room shut and threw his backpack across the room. At this point, he didnât know what to do. His shirt had soaked through from his sweat and a new manly musk was clinging to his sweaty body.
âOkay, I just gotta go to an urgent care.â Richard whispered.
He walked over to his dresser to change his shirt, and he quickly stripped out of his soaked t-shirt. But when he looked down at his body, something wasnât right.
âYo dude, since when did I get abs?â Richard mumbled, âOh shit, look at my boulders.â He rubbed a hand across his large shoulders, giving them a squeeze and chuckling dumbly, âHuhuhuh why do I need a shirt?â He flexed his bicep and watched as it bulged with strength, âWoah fuck look at that!â He watched as his bicep seemed to get a bit larger too, âDude... thatâs buuuuuuurrppppppp.â Richard chuckled, âFuckinâ new protein powder. Makinâ my gassy as fuck.â
His plans to visit an Urgent Care were quickly leaving his mind. Instead, he continued to focus on his various poses, and amused himself with each growing muscle. Richard walked over to the couch and fell back onto it, grabbing his phone and posting a new picture of himself on his social media. All the white, he absentmindedly scratched as his massive chest, which was starting to sprout a light dusting of hairs. He grinned as various likes started appearing on his picture, and he felt his cock start to grow. He grabbed his massive cock and started stroking it, moaning with each tug.
âFuck yeah.â He moaned, âFuck people would be lucky to ride this dick.â He grinned, âDickâs dick huhuhuh.â A knock at his door broke his concentration and he groaned with disappointment. His cock remained tented in his pants, but he didnât care. He opened the door, casually scratching his hairy pit, âOh fuck, Thomas dude! Whatâs up?â
Thomas grinned, âRichard?â He asked, âWow.â
âImpressed broski? And donât call me Richard. More of a Richy.â Richy grinned, âCome in, bro! Look, Iâm like totally sorry about earlier. All that nerd stuff that you like. Didnât mean to be a dick about it.â
âYou donât have to worry, Richy. You made it quite clear that youâre not a nerd anymore.â Thomas chuckled, âYou wanted to be a stupid jock, well now you are.âÂ
Richy raised an eyebrow, âStupid jock?â Something about that wasnât right. Stupid jock? The words kept echoing in his head, âStupid jock?â He repeated again, scratching his head, âThatâs not... I...â Richy grabbed his head and looked at his friend. For just a second, the dull, dumb look in Richyâs eye was replaced by a knowing intelligence. A horrific realization evident in them. But it quickly lost its spark and his eyes dulled, âHuhuhuh yeah, I guess Iâm pretty stupid. But doesnât really matter when youâve got this.â He grabbed his bulge and smirked, âDude, you see that pic I posted? You think I could make it on OnlyFans?â
Thomas nodded, âYes, I think you could. But I ought to go.â
âNo wait bro!â Richy said, blocking his path to the door, âI mean... I know you always say you hate jocks. But its âcause youâre into us, right bro?â Thomasâs face reddened, betraying his secret, âSo like...â Richy smirked and walked up to Thomas, whoâs own khakis were now tented, âYou wanna star in my first OnlyFans vid?â
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Richy stretched his hands above his head and sniffed his ripe pits. His dick twitched at the smell and he grinned. Itâd been a few weeks since he posted his first video to OnlyFans. And yet here he was again, rewatching his first video: âbuff jock fucks gay nerd.â Without fail, it always made his dick hard. And even though he posted several more videos since then, he always found himself coming back to this one. But even a masterpiece gets dull and Richy pulled out his phone. He ignored several horrified texts from his parents asking why he dropped out of school, as well as deleting multiple invites to interview for grad programs, whatever those were. Instead he found Thomasâs contact info.
âHey bro.â He messaged, âBe at my place ASAP.â He took a quick selfie and threw in a few eggplant emojis to get his point across.
Afterwards, he tossed his phone somewhere on his bed. He didnât need to see Thomasâs response. Sure he was stupid, be he did know one thing. No one, especially not Thomas, could resist this dick. And the knock on his door not even ten minutes later was all the confirmation he needed.
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Annoying
Oscar Piastri x Norris!Reader
Warnings: None
Summary: You and Oscar tend to get on your brotherâs nerves when you show PDA. Here are a few instances of that.
Word count: 700+
The first time it happened, it was a weekend off from racing, so you, Lando and Oscar decided to spend some time together and hang out. Yâall are currently playing Mario Kart and you are beating both of them. âFor guys who drive race cars for a living, yâall suck at Mario Kart.â You tease them. Lando rolled his eyes and Oscar laughed at you. âOh hush.â He retorted.
After you beat them once again, you decide to eat some takeout for dinner and watch a movie. You and Oscar are cuddled up on one couch while Lando is on the other. He looks over to see Oscar peppering your face in kisses. âIâm gonna vomit.â He says out loud and you start laughing. Oscar is soon to follow with the laughing. âIs someone feeling lonely over there?â You ask your brother teasingly. He rolls his eyes âNo, but I still donât want to see that.â He says with disgust.
âOh boo. I just want to show my girlfriend some affection.â Oscar tells him. You giggle as him and Lando go back and forth with each other, all in friendly banter. âDo you plan on staying the night?â You ask Lando. He thinks about it for a moment and says he is going to. You get up and get the guest room ready.
~On a race day~
Another time you annoyed your brother was on a race day. You are standing in front of Oscar, he has his arms around your waist and his head resting on top of yours. Yâall really arenât doing anything to crazy but Lando makes a gagging noise and pulls you away from Oscar. âNo touching. I donât want to see that.â You suppress a laugh and tell him to get over it. You go back to Oscar and give him a hug. They get called to go to their cars.
You lean up and give him a kiss and wish him good luck. You go to give Lando a hug and he is glaring at Oscar. âCalm down Lando, heâs my boyfriend and we are going to kiss.â âI still donât like it. Youâre my little sister, youâre not supposed to be kissing anybody.â He mutters. You shake your head and wish him good luck. You know he is giving you a hard time and doesnât mean any harm by it.
~Time skip~
Today marks the two year anniversary since you and Oscar started dating. You are a little upset because Oscar has to work and is in another country at the moment. He called you earlier to say happy anniversary and it made you so happy. You go about your day and around dinner, you hear a knock on the door. Lando is standing there with a bouquet of flowers. âSpecial delivery.â He says. You laugh at him, knowing Oscar put him up to this. âI thought yâall were gonna be gone all week? And how much did he pay you to do this?â
âWe got done early and moved some stuff around and he didnât have to pay me anything. Just promised to keep the PDA to a minimum around me.â He teased. You rolled your eyes at him. âSo where is Oscar right now?â You ask. âJust get ready to go. We are leaving in an hour.â He tells you. You put the flowers in a vase and hurry to get ready.
An hour later and Lando is taking you to the spot you and Oscar had your first official date. He is standing on the overlook with a blanket and a basket. You thank your brother and get out to go to Oscar. When you reach him, you pull him into a kiss âHappy anniversary, baby!â You say. âHappy anniversary!â
Lando rolls down the window, âIâm still here. Would it kill you two to wait till Iâm gone?â He teased. You shrug your shoulders. âIt actually might dear brother. Now go away, I want to spend some time with Oscar today.â He waves and drives off. âEven after all this time weâve been together, the slightest amount of PDA still annoys him.â Oscar laughs at your comment. âI donât think that will change.â He responds and you agree. Dinner goes well and you watch the sunset together before you head back home for the night.
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My thoughts during âThe Signâ [SPOILERS!!!!!]
ID in ALT
More thoughts under the cut
So I think most of us can agree that this is the best episode of Bluey so far. It was so emotional and satisfying in ways that are kinda new for Bluey. It answered so many questions while giving us a few new ones. Iâve been waiting for this episode for months and it did not disappoint in any way.
This is just a Chekovâs firing squad of an episode. As in a lot of stuff that was set up in earlier episodes all pay off in this episode. I kinda understand why people love soap operas now lol. I will say that this episode was a tad overwhelming for me in the best way possible. As in I had to pause and rewind every 30 seconds or so so I could emotionally process what was happening before moving forward (but thatâs a me thing). There was just so much going on and Iâm happy about that.
Now onto individual thoughts about specific things:
The callback to Baby Race (âyou took your first steps in that house!â) really got to me because Baby Race was the first episode of Bluey that I watched and it immediately made me fall in love with it so it just got to me.
When Chilli said âFrisky and I came up here as teenagers toâŚumâŚthink,â my mind started racing immediately with âwhat the FUCK happened at the Lookout?â âWho hurt Frisky and/or Chilli?â And Iâm just so curious about what made Chilli say that line like that but weâll probably never know what happened.
So yeah that scene at the end when the music was playing and Bandit ripped the sign out of the ground and Chilli tackled him to the ground ABSOLUTELY CHANGED my brain chemistry yâall. I canât articulate my feelings any more than that.
I know some people were upset that Brandy ended up getting pregnant but I thought it was great for her! Iâm happy for her! And I think that even though she got what she wanted in the end doesnât negate the feelings she had about her infertility earlier. But I think weâre all wondering who the father is and I donât know if the show really needs to answer that.
The whole message of âweâll seeâ in terms of if something is good or bad is such a mature message that I never really thought of like that so I will be taking that philosophy forward in life. Congratulations Bluey, you managed to teach a 22-year-old childless person something new and insightful about life that I donât think Iâve learned from another show.
I want to know more about what Bob was going through and feeling and why he went to India, but again, weâll probably never know.
I just love how the wedding photos were beautiful but imperfect. Like of course weâre not perfect and nothing will ever be perfect but itâs beautiful and worth remembering anyway.
So many little jokes and moments were so funny in a mature way (I.e. âare we allowed to do that?â And Nana thinking there was about to be a baby announcement) were just so funny and memorable.
I think some people would say itâs a cop-out to end up not selling the house after building it up for 2 episodes but I donât know, I think it works. I think Bluey and Bingo learned a valuable lesson and Bandit (and Chilli kinda) learned itâs not always about making their kids lives âperfectâ in their eyes. Also Iâm just personally glad they didnât end up selling the house and I also kinda like that it wasnât entirely their choice to keep it.
On a more serious note I think this episode has some interesting commentary on like gender roles and gender relations in straight relationships. In this episode Chilli and Frisky (both women) have to deal with their male significant others pressuring them to move with them far away from what they know and love. In the end they donât end up moving and the men didnât seem to have like malicious or selfish intent with it, they were just kinda basing their choices off their jobs instead of whatâs best emotionally for their loved ones. But I think itâs interesting to have this conflict where gender is kinda brought up in a way (âbecause your husband is making youâ). It kinda plays into the traditional idea of like men are the breadwinners and the family has to move with them regardless of what they actually want. And this episode kinda like deconstructs that and says âno, itâs not always about the job or money, itâs also sometimes about connections and emotional attachment.â And Iâm not saying that you should never move or whatever, but really weigh your options. I just thought that it was interesting that this episode kinda touched on that.
So yeah thatâs kinda the main thoughts I had on this episode if you made it this far thank you for reading my rambles and have a good one!
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đˇď¸ Her Secret Life
spiderverse!ellie williams x f!reader
your girlfriend has a secondary life living as the spider-person in your cityâand for years youâve been unaware until you come face to face with the truth
tw: not proofread (shitty writing), spiderverse!au, fluff, hurt/comfort, eventual smut, loser!ellie, established relationship, angst w happy ending, protective/protector!ellie, weapon (gun, knife), injury (e and r sustaining), kidnapping (r), blood tw, argument, love confessions, intimate non-sexual nudity, fluff, fingering (r receiving), r had hair people can grip
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âShit,â you hiss, peeling your hand back from the burner. A bit of boiling water had flung over, landing itself onto your hand. Ellie, nearby, moves near when she heard the sound coming from your clenched teeth. She smiles softly, bringing your hand up to her face and kissing where it burns.
You shrug her off with a matching smile growing on your face, âflirt.â
âYou say that like you donât love it,â she sighs, wrapping her arms around your stomach. You spin around, attention shifting to her entirelyâexpression serious and gentle.
âI do love it,â you peck her cheek.
Her eyesâat their best shade of green when the sun hit her in such a wayâglance down at your lips. She pulls you close just as sheâs done for the past three years to pour her emotions grown for you over the time sheâs known you.
The broadcast on the tv slips between the moment the two of you shareâtaking ahold of her focus all the while her lips keep coming back to yours. Physically she was still on you, but emotionally she was a whirlwind.
A burglaryâs happening, a gunâs involved. How she wished to stay here wrapped in your arms and enjoy the food once itâs warmâshe canât. Thereâre people sheâs required to save, she canât leave them there.
The guilt eats her alive, motivating her to pull out of your embraceâleaving you sitting on the kitchen counter, lips swollen as she runs out. She stands by the front door, sliding her hair up into a small pony tail and grabbing her keys.
âYou okay?â
âYeah, just some stuff to handle,â she replied, her eyes bright but evasive.
As she walked out, a nagging feeling settled in your stomach. You shook it off, returning to finishing cooking the food you had set out earlier. Hearing the news on the tv, the bit of worrisome information had you shutting it off.
This wasnât the first sheâs ran out. Itâs often that you feel that pit your stomach. Itâs often that you see the far away look in her eyes as she runs out. Sheâs said itâs her job, but youâre worried for her. Your girlfriend left around 5:23pm, and finally arrived back home around midnight.
Her leaving is normal, only happening here and thereâuntil the time came where she was gone for a concerning amount of time. Really made you question if she worked with a team with how many hours she would work. Her hours got worse, causing her to cut off time with you.
Dates and even the small moments were torn, ripped away from you. Instead of nights laughing in bed laughing until two AM, youâd gotten accustomed to a quieter room. The only sound you hear as you shut your eyes is the sound of the AC turning on and off. Ellie always came home, but you never noticed her until the morning after.
Instead of dates, you settled to spend more days to yourself. It was fine, you had no reason to be upset. Ellie had even tried to mend it with you. She brought up the idea of you two making a set moment so she canât just run out.
Friday, 5:30pm. You both were getting dinner. The plans were set in the phone books, written on the calendar stuck to your fridge by a small magnet. It was written everywhere, a reminder of the excitement coming. You looked forward to it, you both did.
Once the day had arrived, you were left alone at that dining tableâleft outside to freeze once the sun had set. Just like how your skin was cold to the touch, so had become your temperament towards Ellie.
She shows to your shared apartment with pleas falling off her before the front door closed. It sounds desperate, and so it tugs at your heartstringsâbut your last bit of patience had been burnt out tonight. Youâve given her many chances and sheâs done nothing to revive them.
âPlease,â she whispers, voice hoarse, âsay something.â
âLike what? Iâm pissed that you canât seem to fucking show up to one thing between us but you can find a time in your schedule for strangers?â
She sputters, âtheyâre in danger, what do you expect me to do? Itâs my job.â
âYouâre right. So right. Iâm selfish for wanting a minute with my girlfriend. Iâm sorry.â
âThatâs not what Iâm saying, you know this.â
You spin, âdo I? Because lately all I know about you is how good you are at disappearing everytime I need you.â
Oh, Ellie felt sharp pain in her chestâsharper than any knife thatâs sheâs had dug into her before. Your words combined with the tears in your eyes turned out to be a deadly combo. She shouldâve stayed and talked more, you both shouldâve communicated. But nonetheless, with heavy hearts, you both walked away from each other.
It wasnât anything newâthe empty space beside you, Ellieâs decor gathering dust on her bed stand. not new, but the chilling feeling continued into the morning. There was no dent put into the space beside you, there was no signs of her last night. You having staying in your apartment, tears falling harder when you watch her leave silently. For the first time in a while, you both stayed at your own apartments.
Turning the shower on was a temporary solution to the goosebumps that lined your body. Ellie liked to slide behind you while you took a shower, enjoying the intimate moment with you. The mornings usually were when she was most freeânot much happening that required her to leave. So you cherished it. The shower was warm, warmer than usual so you could make up for the loss of the heat her body hugging you provided.
The water flowing down your body became a bit salty when your tears mixed. Regret filled you now and all you wanted to do was have her back. Living a moment you usually shared with her alone was breaking you. You missed her, you needed her to come back home. With whatever was in the air, you feared she might not come backâyour conversation last night kind of sounding like it was leading towards discussing a breakup.
With the knowledge of knowing you are without her, it sure did come as a surprise when the door knob to your bathroom opened. Ellie always announced her presence when she comes in, and right now? it was eerily silent. You froze as you come to realize your situation, heart becoming so loud it rings in your ears. Youâre cornered, and without your phone to dial someone for help.
âMake any sort of movement that I donât like and Iâll shoot you immediately.â
After wrapping a towel around you, you come face to face with your intruder. Who knows why theyâre here, but one good guess is money or theyâre robbing your house. They take a good look at your tear stained face and your stone-cold expression before they grin.
âOh how I wish she knew I was here.â
âââââââââ
Ellie had been making her way towards your apartment, finger nails picked to the buds from her stress habits. Sheâs been a mess since last night, distraught just as much as you wereâif not more. Sheâs always wanted to reveal her identity to you, but now she does more than ever. Knowing she could loose you was enough motivation for her to risk it allâto tell you the truth. So thatâs why sheâs at your door, knocking in hopes youâll open it for her.
Nothing. Even after sheâs knocked a tenth time, nothing. She calls your phone. Nothing. She texts you. Nothing. Either youâre really upset, or something wrong. She takes the worse case scenario and makes her way through your door, using the spare key youâve made for her a while back. She calls your name as the door swings open, but it gets caught in her throat when she notices the state of your living room.
Itâs been flipped. Decor strewn about, couch cushions placed in other areas of the room, broken glass. What sent her over the edge was a note, one of your known bright colored sticky notes stuck in the center of the room.
On the note it read, âcome find us.â
Sheâs never felt such intense anger and pain in her life.
âââââââââ
It was some hardware store, abandoned long ago no doubt. Your intruder and now kidnapper had you sitting knees first on the concrete floor. Bruises have lined your knees from where they shoved you to the ground once you first arrived. Theyâve no real regard to your saftey, pushing and pulling you along without a care in the world. Your hands have since been bounded together by something youâve never seen before, some different kind of plastic. Itâs a material thatâs much more difficult to break through than say rope.
Some time has gone by, silence permitting the room as you sit quietly on the floor just a few feet away. Youâre still in shock, trying to accept that something like this could ever happen to you. It doesnât feel real. Itâs happened in shows, movies, news, but you in real life? Itâs like a fever dream. Your kidnapper sits on a chair nearby, wasting the time by sharpening their knifeâlooking to you every now and then.
âThat girl Ellie, she your girlfriend?â
You werenât going to answer until you notice theyâve pointed their knife your way.
âYes.â
They hum, looking back down to the project theyâve started, âIâm only looking after you when I say this. You should break up with her.â
âWhy?â
âShe doesnât trust you.â
âWhat?â
âShe doesnât trust you.â
You nod without any regard to show your emotions, moving on so theyâll stop talking.
âHas she told you her little secret yet? Because it would be really embarrassing if I knew, but not you. Especially since Iâm like her nemesis.â
Thereâs really no reason why that statement got under your nerves so quickly. They push their chair out from under them, stalking towards you and your heart beats louder with each step.
âThat expression on your face makes me think she hasnât.â
Their expression is a mix between playful and sinister, looking to find a crack in you and wedge inside of it.
âI know all about you actually,â they start, voice nothing but a whisper, âI mean it, all about you. About the two of you, your fight last night, what you know and donât know about her.â
They crouch down to lean into your space, breathing heavily. Being so close it allows you to notice the mechanics in their left eye.
âWhen I say your girlfriend is someone I hate very much, one could say my enemy or rival, do you know why that is?â
âNo.â
They sigh, âdo I really have to be this blunt with you? Ellieâs this cityâs spiderman and sheâs been keeping it a secret because she doesnât trust you.â
You furrow your eyebrows at what theyâre saying, not believing it. Theyâve no proof.
Just then a flash of a second later a flash of light comes crashing down from an overhead window, glass breaking onto the floor. Thereâs no time to even grasp whatâs happening when youâre being tugged by your hair. You hiss, sitting up as high as you can in your knees to ease some of the pain. Across from the two of you stood Ellie, laced in her red and black suit. Sheâs been looking for hours, swinging around the entire city to look for you. It wasnât until she made eye contact with this warehouse that she felt that tremble of her spider senses going off. Here she was now, staring at you for the first time while dressed in her other identity.
âLet her go.â
Your kidnapper laughs at their serious tone, cooing almost, âdid I hit a nerve? Doing your research really does pay off sometimes. Anywho, no. Not until I get what I want.â
The two enter a conversation, one that sounds like theyâve had it many times beforeâbut this time around it seems like your kidnapper may be the successful one.
âWell, I was just having a chat with your lovely girlfriend,â they gesture to you before youâre tossed onto the concrete carelessly, âtold her about your little secret but I fear she doesnât believe me. Could you help me out a bit?â
You gasp from the sting that came with hitting the ground, shoulder burning after receiving a brunt of the pain having colliding with the wall. With blurry eyes, you watch as the mask is removedâeven with your pained vision you can tell itâs her. Short auburn hair, attention locked on you. Youâre overall fine, just a few cuts and bruisesâbut each minor injury throws Ellie into a deep state of discomfort.
âItâs sweet the way you care for her. I wonder just how much you care,â they start, reaching to grab the knife theyâve been sharpening. They twirl it around in their hand with ease, eyes locked with your girlfriends as they move to crouch beside you.
âWhat would you do for her?â
You feel the knife graze the side of your neck, the cold and sharp feeling making you tense. Your eyes shut close, tightlyâand you wish everything was just a nightmare.
âEverything.â
âAh, good question. I can tell itâs honest because itâs cute how stressed you look,â they turn to you, âisnât it cute? Open your eyes and look.â
You do as told.
âThis is the behavior of someone thatâs coming face to face with their terrible actions. Your girlfriend here realizes now that you know who she is, you know now about her constant lies. All about her âmedical job,â all of those stories of how sheâs come back with bleeding cuts.â
âI mean, do you even really know her? I bet you thought you did. Knew her like the back of your hand, your soulmate, the one you love. But this whole time sheâs been keeping a secret from you. Wonder how much she actually really loves you if she canât trust you with such an identity. Sheâs had enough time to have told you, and it doesnât look like she was ever going to. After your fight last night it really is looking like she was going to sacrifice your relationship over it.â
Lies. You donât know why but it feels like theyâre making it all up. Maybe youâre stupid, or maybe the look in Ellieâs eyes was telling you what was really going on. They held a warmth there for you, the one youâve been on the receiving end since the start of your relationship. This is the same look sheâs given you before kissing you goodnight, the same look when youâre having a hard day, the same look when you first confessed that I love you phrase.
You mightâve been frustrated with her last night, and you might have some remaining once youâve figured out sheâs spidermanâbut none of that was how you felt in this moment. Head resting against the wall with a knife positioned by your neck, you trust her. Your love for her hasnât changed, and right now you want her to save you.
Ellieâs mask is held tightly in her fist, arm hanging tensely by her side, âwhatâs your motive for doing all of this?â
âShowing you what itâs like to be in my shoes. You killed my friend, and Iâll never forgive you for that. This is the only way Iâll forgive you. I have two solutions. One, I kill her. Two, I make you both agree to never see each other again. If either of you ever make a move to see one another, Iâll kill you right on the spot.â
âAre you a dumbass, what kind of âsolutionsâ are these? Why would you offer solution one like Iâd pick it?â
âYouâre not picking them, I am. Iâm deciding my mood.â
The buildings swallowed by silence after, save for your occasional sniffle. Youâve been doing good about keeping yourself disassociated with everything going on, but thereâs only so much. Silent tears fall down as your chest stutters, lips wobbling from time to time.
Ellie licks her lips, âplease just keep her alive, you can do what you want to me.â
âThatâs unfair,â they snap, âI never was given a chance with my friend, theyâre gone. Youâre lucky I even offered another solution.â
You gasp when they press the knife a little harder, the blade close enough now it could cut.
âThing is. If I kill her now, youâll deal with this for the rest of your life. If I send you both to ignore each other, especially if I use my memory machine to take you out of the pictureâitâs like she died, and itâll torture you forever.â
At this point itâs like theyâre mumbling to themself, discussing how each action sounds. Their grip on the knife loosens just a tad and in that small second Ellie shoots a web to knock the knife from their holdâshooting another to pull it towards her.
âNow Iâm going to make a decision.â
She knocks them out cold, throwing a hit that sends them tumbling to the ground unconscious. Webs cover the area around them, trapping them in a cocoon almost. Youâre still very much shaken even with such familiar hands touching you again, removing what bounded your wrists together.
Neither of you say anything. Ellieâs hands are running you over, checking for any signs of major injuries. Her hands are shaking, moving at a rushed state. Once she deems youâre alright, sheâs calling the policeâreporting what happened. All the while youâre needing her, you need her to hold you.
Youâre still lying in the same position while sheâs pacing and calling the townâs services, getting frustrated and confused from time to time. Sheâs frantic, blinking quick and voice shaky. You understand it, you doâneither of you have accepted fully what just transpired.
âEls,â you breathe, voice shaking.
She didnât hear you, too focused on the call, so you reach for her with whatever energy you had leftâdesperate. Ellie breaks, crying despite being on the call.
âYeah, thank you. Iâll be here until they show,â is the last thing she says before hanging up.
She gathers you into her, holding you ever so gently. She surrounds you, and youâve never felt safer. You turn her suit dark from your deep, full-body sobs.
âI love you,â she whispers, sounding like she too had been crying just as hard as you, âI love you so much, youâre safe. Iâll always find you.â
Youâre still trembling in her hold when the cops arrive, grasping tightly onto her and her you. After the medics offically check you over and treat your minor woundsâyouâre dismissed from the scene.
Ellie takes you with her into the air, arm wrapped around you as she swings you back to her apartment. Your apartment would be an issue for a later time, but for nowâthereâs no energy to deal with that. She lands you two on the fire exit before opening the window and stepping down first to guide you in behind her.
Her mask and suit have been tossed off, instead replaced by other clothes. Shes moved slow, keeping you close as she takes it off. Once in normal clothes, sheâs reaching for your hand and you take it eagerlyâguiding you to her bed. Her rooms dark, only light coming from the moonlight casting from the windows behind her bed.
She guides you to lay beside her, blanket thrown on top of the both of you. Itâs warm. Itâs the first warmth youâve felt since the other night. Oh that started you on a spiral. Ellie noticed, taking in how your expression falters.
âIâm so sorry.â
You cry so hard after that you have to press the back of your hands into your eyes, chest heaving. Ellie pulls you even closer if possible, melting the two of you into one. Sheâs so concerned, worried, scared, hurt, angry.
âStop, please. Stop tearing yourself up, youâve no reason to. You should be mad at me.â
âI canât,â you hiccup, gripping onto her hands, âI canât even be mad at you. I love you so much.â
Ellie crumbles, leaning in to leave a kiss on your cheek. She was testing the waters then, gaging how much you could take at the momentâand that little kiss sparked a passion. You leaned in, this time to connect your lips fully. Ellie met you where you were, warm fingers rubbing your hands.
âI love you,â you mumble, words muffled from your inability to keep your lips off her. She brushed a hand on your cheek, angling your face to kiss you deeper. You take it with need, you take everything she gives you like youâre starving.
She places a few kisses along your jaw, âI love you more.â
She ends up straddling you, legs on either side of your body. Her hair tickles your face from where sheâs hovered on top. Each time she pulls back a little, you feel your heart skip a beat snd youâre pulling her closer. She minds none of it, needing it just as much as you.
Your breathing quickens when she kisses down your body, attention laser focused on your every little reaction. After a nod, sheâs removing the shorts on your body. They fall somewhere in the room along with the rest of your guyâs clothes. Her naked body plus the blanket over the two of you was akin to a barrier against the world.
She works you open, fingers circling inside you and pressing against the spot that turns your mind into nothing. With everything heightened, youâre sensitive. Youâre moaning into the void, and itâs a raw sound. Sheâs here, on top of you, touching you. Her naked body slides on yours, chests colliding and touching. She brings you to the edge fast, having only touching your sensitive clit a few times and pumping her fingers against that spot.
You gasp, lips parting from your kiss with her. She pants, eyes locked deep into yours.
âYouâre the best thing thatâs ever happened to me,â she says, wrapping her body around you, ânever will any of this happen again.â
You keep her where she lays, tears forming yet again. This time you keep it silent, trying not to disturb her again but she knows you too well. She stays awake for a long time, laying beside but also on top of you. She canât bring herself to sleep that night, sheâs too anxious. Your breathing eventually evens out, body having a drop after being on adrenaline for too long. The entire night Ellie lays with you, rubbing your hip and holding onto you tightly.
Once you offically begin to stir around late morning the next day, you wake up in a panicked state.
âIâm right here,â she says with such gentleness, grip on you a tight reminder of her presence.
You shift closer, âshower with me?â
Itâs like all the times before. Her body sliding behind you and under the warm water. She hugs you, kissing your neck and shoulder.
âWhyâve you never told me about being spiderman?â
âI was told not to, that I couldnât tell anyone because nobody could be trusted.â
âSo they were right about you not trusting me.â
You didnât mean to have that tone with her, it just came spewing out. She doesnât take it personally whatsoever, just leaning to press her lips to your shoulder again.
âI absolutely trust you. I just didnât wish to go against my boss essentially. I was at a loss, Iâve been wanting to tell you since day one.â
She turns you until you face her. Just seeing her, having her like this againâfuck, just seeing her was enough to make you bawl all over again.
âIâm sorry, Iâm so sorry.â
âPlease stop apologizing, youâve done nothing wrong.â
âYou saved my life and Iâmââ
You couldnât finish it due to crying again. Your legs had grown weak after, buckling from the weight. The two of you ended up together on the bathtub floor, Ellie holding and guiding the two of you towards the floor. She was behind you, her legs opened so you could lay between them. Her arms were around your midsection, holding onto your hands.
âWhat can you do as a spiderman?â
âShoot webs, climb buildings, get senses for things going on around me, save you.â
You hum, savoring the feeling of her soft repetitive kisses on your neck.
âI also tell funny jokes.â
âYou donât need your other identity to do that.â
You twist uncomfortably for a moment to kiss her. Even in this situation youâre the most beautiful person sheâs ever seen. Teary eyes, cuts along your body, bruises on your cheek. You were beautiful.
âI love you,â she says for the hundredth time since coming back home. One usually assumes the more something is said, the less value it holdsâbut with her confessions, you crave for the next time she says it each time. It holds the same response from you.
You kiss her again for longer, everything fading away as youâre here in her armsââI love you more.â
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Mikrokosmos || Grace Clinton
summary: Grace loved her little world. she didn't know if others would too.
a/n : i don't know what this is but it's fluff! there is insinuation of sex but nothing else.
Grace was a private person. She loved her people with her whole heart but she kept her work and family separate. Donât get it wrong, she loved her team and adored being the baby but there was a bubble in her home that she didnât want them in.Â
Her mikrokosmos.Â
There were two people in there that mattered more to her than football. She was willing to do anything at all to protect it from the outside world.Â
You were sitting in a quiet little bookstore one day, your little nephew in your lap. He was munching on a bit of sausage from your sausage roll as you read a little novel in a corner. The smell of coffee mixed in with the books perfectly, you found yourself sitting here every other day to relax and get some peace away from your chaotic life.Â
âIs this seat taken?â a Liverpool accent asks and it startles you a little. You look up and see the most beautiful pair of eyes looking down at you. The Liverpool accent smiles, pointing to the seat across from you. You stutter and nod, smiling at her awkwardly.Â
âHeâs cute,â the accent tells you, smiling at your nephew Jake. He giggles and the accent giggles back, her hand coming up to tickle his cheek.Â
âSay hi Jakie,â you tell him, his hand grabbing at the girl tickling him.Â
âHi Jakie, Iâm Grace,â she says, cooing when his little hand finds her finger.Â
âHe likes you,â you tell her, book and pastry forgotten.Â
âThat makes two of us,â she says with a grin, looking up at you. âWhatâs a pretty girl like you doing here with the cutest baby in the world?âÂ
âItâs quiet, plus he likes the strawberry tart Michelle makes.âÂ
She turns to Jake, whoâs trying to eat your blouse, to boop his nose. âYou, little man,â she begins, booping his nose again; he giggles, âhave great taste.âÂ
Grace stands, eyes sparkling in your corner of the quiet bookstore cafe.
âCan I buy you another coffee and a tart for my new favorite person?âÂ
âOnly if you promise to sit here a while and share.âÂ
âDeal.âÂ
âBaby! Iâm home!âÂ
âMama!âÂ
A two year old knocks into her knees and she picks him up, heart growing fonder when his little giggle rang through the living room.Â
âHi little buddy,â Grace smiles, walking into your office with Jake on her hip. He tucks his face in her neck, calming into her hold when he feels her rub his back.Â
âHi baby,â you greet Grace, looking up from your desk in the corner. Your heart melts when you see Jake already falling asleep in her arms; you were struggling to put him down for his nap earlier so he was a little grumpy at tea.Â
Jake was your nephew but when your sister fell into some bad habits, he was about to go into the foster system. You loved him dearly and couldnât bear the idea of leaving him so young so you made the decision to adopt him. He had always called you Mommy when he first spoke and didnât know his mother to be his mother. She abandoned him when she got clean and wanted a new life abroad with her boyfriend so you raised him as your own.Â
Sure it got your weird stares since you were so young and Jake looked alot like you since his mother looked like you too. But you didnât care, he was going to be loved and cared for under your roof, who cared about who said what.Â
When Grace came along, you warned her about the things you had heard people say about you. Her job would have only brought on more stress for you and her so you were prepared for her âi canât do thisâ speech on the second date.
But Grace surprised you with her honesty and willingness to work it out because she didnât want to lose you and she certainly didnât want to lose her little buddy.Â
Grace was young and didnât need to deal with a practical newborn and a girl who was still getting her life in order but she didnât care. She wanted you both and she was willing to do what it took.Â
One thing she did the best was protect you both from rude people and weird stares. She wasnât afraid to call people out and make them feel bad for their behavior. It made you uncomfortable at first but when you saw that more and more people left you alone, you were grateful to her.Â
âJakie here needs his nap, I think,â she says, kissing his head.Â
âI tried to but he refused so youâre welcome to try,â you tell her, watching as she got a cheeky grin on her face before disappearing for a while. You hear her faintly bargaining with a two year old down the hall before the only thing you hear is the traffic below and your rambling thoughts.Â
Seeing the time and deciding to clock out of work and start on dinner, you walk out of your office after turning everything off.Â
Grace isnât in the bedroom or the living room where she usually is so you tiptoe to Jakeâs room.Â
Grace was in his bed with him on top of her, both of them snoring just a little. Her legs stuck out from the end and her hands touched the floor but you never loved her more than you did in this very moment.
âOh Grace,â you mumble, pulling your phone out to take a picture. You send it to your mum and make it your wallpaper before leaving the door ajar to start on dinner.Â
Grace walks into Lionesses training grinning at her phone. Millie T sees her and watches as the young striker types fast and doesnât stop grinning on her phone. She sneaks up on Grace and it startles her, making her drop her phone in surprise.Â
âMills!âÂ
âSorry Gracie, whoâs got ya grinninâ like that eh?âÂ
âNothin,â Grace provides, checking her phone for cracks. Millie grabs it out of her hands and runs away with it. She dodges through the rest of the girls in the gym, laughing her head off as Grace chases her.Â
âMary! Stop her!âÂ
Mary, whoâs just walked in, grabs the lanky Millie and holds her tight, before Grace grabs her phone off her.Â
âWhoâs that youâve got on your screensaver huh? Grace has got herself a little wife, girls!âÂ
âShh Millie!âÂ
âWhoâs got a wife?â Tooney asks, drinking from her water bottle.Â
âLittle Gracie does.âÂ
âI donât,â Grace defends, ânot yet at least,â she mumbles to herself. Grace walks away from the girls who are gathering around her, putting her headphones in in hopes that theyâd get the message.Â
Beth comes and sits beside Grace, stretching as the young United player does. The rest of the girls have gone back to warming up, Millie T standing at the weights looking a little guilty for outing her friend.Â
âIâm happy for you Gracie,â Beth tells her quietly after they get their boots on, leaving the girl conflicted.Â
Grace comes home after training exhausted. Sarina had them working hard as they had some important games coming up. The smell of your world-famous lasagna filled her senses when the front door shut behind her.Â
âIs that Mama I hear at the door?â she hears you tell Jake before the soft patter of feet gets louder and louder.Â
âHello, love,â Grace sighs, holding Jake in one arm while snaking the other around your middle. You feel her muscles relax when your warmth blends into hers. Jake wriggles around in her arms after a while and she puts him down, watching as he goes back to his building blocks on his play mat.Â
âI missed you,â she mumbles, hugging you from behind as you stir the tomato sauce. Grace kisses your nape and you lean back into her a little, realizing you missed her just as much as she did.Â
âI missed you too, sweetheart,â you tell her, both of you looking at Jake who was showing the dog what blocks he had, âwe both did.âÂ
Grace pulls out and you turn over, watching her reach for the wipes she kept in her side table.Â
You drag a finger over her warm skin as she cleans you both up, leaving soft kisses all over the marks sheâs left on you.Â
Her face says something entirely different though, like there was something bothering her.Â
âGrace?â
âHm?â she looks up at you and you watch those eyes you fell in love with look troubled.Â
âWhatâs wrong, love?âÂ
âYouâve always been able to tell when somethingâs bothering me.âÂ
âItâs because I know you, darling,â you say softly, sitting up and reaching for her chin to look up at you. âWhatâs the matter, lovely?âÂ
âMillie saw you today,â Grace sighs, now sitting cross-legged with you. Her fingers trace along the insides of your forearms, beautiful eyes refusing to look at you.Â
âWhat do you mean?âÂ
âMillie got my phone and saw you and Jake today.âÂ
âOkay,â you say, taking her hand in yours. âSo?âÂ
âSo? Iâve never told anyone about you two. Not even the girls.âÂ
âWhy not?âÂ
Grace thinks, wondering what her excuse was.Â
All the other girls never hid their relationships.Â
Why did she?
âI love having you all to myself, I donât want to share what weâve got just yet.âÂ
âOh honey,â you coo, realizing where all this was coming from. âThe girls will understand, Gracie.â
âI donât want to make you feel like you need to hide who you are with them.âÂ
âYouâd never let that happen, Gracie,â you say, leaning in to kiss her soft lips. âNever.âÂ
You stand, walking backwards into the bathroom. Youâre taunting Grace, hinting at round two in the shower.Â
âBesides, Iâd love to meet the girls who donât know the baby has a baby.âÂ
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âWhoâs that?âÂ
âWhoâs who?âÂ
âThe girl Gracieâs with,â Maya gasps âand the cutest little boy ever!âÂ
âYou wanna say hi little buddy?â Grace coos, taking Jake out of your hands before walking out towards the girls. You follow her and strike up a conversation with Beth, Lotte and Leah, watching Grace out of the corner of your eye.Â
The girls fawn over Jake and seemingly Sarina joins in, practice for the day delayed by about a half hour.Â
âThis is what youâve been hiding Grace?â Millie quips, tickling Jake a little as Mary makes faces at him.Â
âTheyâre very important to me, Mills.â
âI get that,â she nods, âIâm happy for you Grace. Thank you for sharing them with us.âÂ
Youâre sitting in the stands with Jake, watching as his eyes light up when Grace shows off her skills. He becomes a little fussy at nap time and Sarina, to your surprise, takes him from you and holds him the entire hour he naps on her shoulder while you do some work on your laptop.Â
At the end of training, Grace hops the barriers to get to you. The girls have already come over and taken Jake to the locker room, his giggling makes your heart grow fonder of the girls youâve watched on tv for years and heard stories about.Â
âI think that was a successful day in the office, donât you think?â Grace says tiredly, sitting beside you.Â
âMhm, it was,â you turn and face Grace, her perfect smile on her face when your eyes lock with hers. âThe girls love Jake and itâs clear they love you. Thank you for letting them into our little world. Iâd love to share more of it with them.â
âI think theyâd like that.âÂ
âJake! I am utterly heartbroken that you said she was your favorite!âÂ
âHA! I told you he liked me better!â
âFUCK OFF LOTTE!âÂ
âLeah! Language around the baby!â
âPWUCK!âÂ
âOh no.â
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Our world collided ! â Nishimura Riki
Genre: fluff, angst-ish.. Drabble, opposites attract, friends to lovers, childhood best friends, high school au
wc: 1.2k+ (1238)
warnings: kissing (like once), pet names (pretty girl), jealousy
pairing: emo!niki x coquette!reader
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âOkay thatâs enoughâ Niki says while pushing your hands off his hair.
âWhatâno Iâm not even close to being done..!?â You complained, hoping heâll let you continue to let you play with his hair. The current situation being that Nikiâs hair being into pigtails along with some of your hair bows attached. You thought it was cute..while he thought the opposite. âItâs hurting my scalp, take these off me now..â he demanded.. you noticed the slight pout only his face. Making you chuckle.
âIâd rather not..â you say, squishing his cheeks. He rolls his eyes before grabbing a hold of your wrist and pulling it away from him.. âI warned you..â Thatâs all you heard until you felt the wall against your back.. you close your eyes at the impact until a few seconds past and you open them seeing Niki infront of you kneeling down to reach your height.. your heart sped up from him being this close..
âUmmâŚâ you say hoping he would (not) back away. Niki gets closer noses barely centimeters from touching each other.. you breathe hitched. Niki notices this, smirking.. you could feel your face getting hot. You felt like he was going to kiss you.. thatâs until he pulls his face away from yours.. laughing at your reaction.. âWhy so shy..hmm?â He asked while smirking.. you glare up at him, clearly embarrassed.
But that wonât stop him from teasing you. âIâm not shy..just..surprised..â You said your gaze softened..you glance up, heâs staring at you.. you look away before walking away from him..disappointed.. Niki sighs at the sight of you walking away.. âDid I really make her upset?â He asks himself, wondering.
The school day was near the end.. you looked up the clock.. 15 more minutes left and then you can leave. Youâre lucky this time you donât have class with Niki. As you only have 2 with him and lunch period. You got distracted, letting time fly by quickly. You check the clock again..so so so close only 2 minutes.. you just go ahead and start packing up your things..within those 2 minutes the bell finally rings dismissing all the students for the day. You past students trying to avoid bumping into Niki ever since what happened earlier. You really had your hopes up, expecting him to like you after all these years of being friends and yetâŚnothing. You quickly pick up your pace and walk out the gate.. you usually walk home with Niki as your both next door neighbors having your moms be best friends back in their days. You donât see him anywhere, not bothering to wait too..you just start walking home..alone which is rare.
Youâve made it home taking off your shoes and tossing them out of your way. You set your bag down. Walking to your room. Opening the door you rush towards your bed, jumping onto it. Letting the cool sheets hit your face. Your aching body feels better when the feeling of your bed hits it. You rest a bit before leaving your room seeing whatâs there to eat. While you wait for your mom to come home.. you find some kind of chips and decide to snack on it.
You make your way over to the living room..you can see through the sheer curtain.. something catches your eye.. two figures walking.. side by side. You walk a little bit closer seeing its Niki.. and another girl.. you donât know her..never seen her either.. you frown at the sight in front of you.. âthat should be meâ you thought.. you noticed he still had the bows you used on him from earlier.. clipped to his bag. You take one more look before you see them both entering his house.. you just too push whatever just happened out of your mind.
Hours later..you couldnât stop thinking about Niki with another girl aside from you? You knew he was earlier scared by girls no matter who it was except for you of course.. the unknown girl left about an hour ago you look out your bedroom window seeing the light in Nikiâs on. You see the cup and strings from your window from the outside.. thatâs how you and Niki used to communicate.. you resist using it.. thinking it seems foolish.. but you decided to anyway.. you open up your window.. a gust of wind blowing your hair out of your face.
You pick up the cup.. tapping into it 2 times remembering the code you both set up a long time ago. You werenât expecting him to answer.. a few moments of silence passed you debated to go back inside or try again, before tapping your finger twice again.. you hear his window open up.. you look up seeing him.. in a basic black tee.. yet he looked so good. Moonlight shining his skin.. giving it a youthful look. Niki was in the same daze as you admiring your face.. doe eyes.. staring straight right at him.. plump lips he wishes to one day kiss. Niki slowly picks up the cup speaking into it.
âNeed something..?â He says, your throat goes dry.. itâs like you never talked to him before. You clear your throat.. âUmmâcan I get my hair bows back..Iâm using it for tomorrow..â you made that up..it was the only believable one to get an excuse to talk to him.. âoh I donât know if I can throw it at you..â âno I mean can I come over just for a bit..â you say.
You can see his reaction slightly confused but agreed anyway. You take a short trip to his house..going through the back door like it was your own home. You go up to his room. You knock before he opens the door for you. Niki is met with you and your hello kitty pajamas.. and hair in 2 braids decorated with bows. âHi..â you said slowly.. Niki moves aside allowing you to enter. You keep your gaze low, but from a far you can see your bows.. you quickly grabbed it.. âThatâs all?â Niki asks..
âYes..wait actually yea.. no I mean noâŚ.i still have something to askâ Niki close the door, sitting down on his bed.. âyeah?â You get embarrassed to ask this but you continue on.. âUmm..I was wondering who that girl was..that you know you were walking with earlier..â you said avoiding his gaze completely. You hear him chuckle lightly.. âthat..oh well..she just wanted to hang out..knowing her intentions..but donât worry I donât like her..â âwhy would I be worried if she likes you orââ Your voice slowly fades away when you realize Niki's face is close up to yours. âThereâs no denying it..I can see right through you..â you knew you were already blushing by now. âNot that I would want you to deny it..because..I so happen to feel the same..â he added smiling at you. You never see him smile. Always having a blank face for most part. Niki holds your jaw bringing your face closer to his before colliding your lips together. Lips against lips. His soft lips against yours. The kiss was tender..slow.. moments later he pulls away.. âNow pretty girl, care to cuddle..â he offered, holding his arms out.. you smiled at him.. âOf courseâ
Authorâs note: get a little inspiration from the book Iâm reading rn which is if he had been with me RAHH đŚ
back with my writing havenât written for Niki in so long along with sunoo WHICH I NEED TO DO ASAP! Crazy how this was in my drabbels for 2 days while my hee one is a month and itâs not coming out anytime soon đđ
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Spencer Reid - Think of Me
Warnings: fluff, reader missing boyf!spencer, sweet!girlfriend x stargazed!spencer, this is just what I need irl
Words: 1.0k
Summary: Spencer thinks of his girlfriend, Y/N, as the sweetest woman he has ever met. When he came home late from work, he notices something about her that makes his heart flutter and makes him realize how much he loves her more every single day.
A/N: This is fairly inspired by Too Sweet from Hozier. I feel like I don't see enough Spencer Reid fluff on here so why not! Hope u enjoy xx
Spencer and Y/N had met when she started working at the BAU, a couple of years after Spencer settled into the team himself. He had always noticed how she smiled at everybody, spreading sweetness all around her without even noticing. He was smitten by her in a matter of weeks, stealing glances at the prettiest girl he had ever seen in his life.
Y/N always treated Spencer as an adult, which is something that made him feel confident and he appreciated that about her. She brought him coffee and had noted how he liked it, brought him sweets and left him notes when he had a hard day. All those things that she did for him made him, eventually fall deeply in love with her.
After a year of getting to know Y/N, Spencer finally had the courage to take her out on a date. She wanted nothing more than to go out with him, agreeing with the sweetest smile she could give him. They both had a wonderful time, going out for dinner and heading to a poetry reading after.
He took her home, brushing a soft strand of her hair behind her ear, making her smile. Y/N reached up to meet his height, kissing his lips softly with a soft blush on both of their cheeks and his arm wrapped up loosely around her waist.
Spencer asked her to be his girlfriend after their third date together, which she whole-heartedly accepted, smiling wildly.
Three years had now passed, they had moved together, adopted a cat and lived their little life together. He couldnât be happier when he had her in his life. She was so sweet to him, like a ray of sunshine on the cloudiest of days. She was the light of his life, and as was he to her.
She loved every single moment of her life with him. She loved the quiet evening of them reading and enjoying their tea in their living room. She thrived for their Friday nights, watching a movie with their cat on Spencerâs lap, purring loudly on his thighs. She loved having him around, the acts of services and his craving for physical touch.
She loved every single part of him, even the ones that he didnât like the most himself.
One night, Y/N got the night off from a case and stayed at their apartment. It had been a long week for both of them, but Hotcher decided they had enough men on the field to let Y/N, JJ and Garcia get some rest. Spencer, Morgan, Rossi and Hotch stayed, Spencer telling her he would be back in the morning. Â
Y/N had decided to sleep in early, exhausted both mentally and physically from her day. She got ready for bed, but it didnât feel the same when Spencer wasnât here. Their cat came to her for cuddles, but it only really wanted cuddles from Spencer, as Y/N wanted too.
She got into some more comfortable clothes, grabbing one of Spencerâs most beloved hoodies he always wore around their home. It was a gift she had given him on their anniversary, knowing he was always cold around their apartment. She placed it over her head, the sleeves long on her arms and the bottom of it falling down just over her thighs.
She got into bed, looking over at Spencerâs empty bed side. Y/N placed the hood over her head, curling up in the sheets and letting sleep washing over her, with a piece of him in her arms.
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Spencer came back early that night, the case closing up earlier than intended. He came into the apartment, the lights switched off and the door to him and Y/Nâs room slightly opened. He shrugged off his jacket and shoes, walking towards their room to find the prettiest sight.
Y/N was all curled up, sleeping tightly in his favorite hoodie, the hood high on her head. He smiled warmly at the sight, his heart fluttering with comfort and adoration.
He got into some more comfortable clothes, sliding soundly into the bed beside her sleeping body. Â
She felt the bed dip beside her, wrapping her arms around him softly. Spencer placed his arms around her as well, pressing his cheek on her forehead.
âI missed you.â She whispered, her eyes closed and her tone sleepy. Her cheeks were flushed from the heat of the hoodie and the blankets that practically swallowed her while she slept.
He smiled sweetly, running his arm over her back, his hand resting on the back of her head.
âI missed you too, sweetheart.â He spoke softly, kissing her forehead sweetly.
âYou look so cute in my hoodie.â He whispered, looking down at her sleepy figure. Her hand hidden up the sleeve of his shirt.
She smiled warmly, looking up at Spencer. Y/N trailed her hand along his chest, making its way towards his cheek. He leaned into her touch, kissing the palm of her hand and her wrist as he placed his hand over hers.
âIt reminds me of you when youâre not here.â She spoke softly, her voice filled with sleep.
He smiled sweetly at her response, his cheeks heating up with a warm blush under her touch.
âIâm here now, baby.â He whispered, bringing her closer to him and kissing her sweetly.
She loved everything about Spencer. Y/N loved his intelligence, his kindness and his different haircuts, but she loved it the most when they were alone together. Spencer cherished every single moment of his time when he was with her. Either they worked on a case together, or they bunked in a hotel room, or they cooked dinner. He loved spending time adoring Y/N.
They both laid close to each other, Spencerâs hand drawing patterns on her back from time to time. He kissed her forehead and her temple when her felt her breaths slowing down to a familiar beat.
âGoodnight, my love.â He whispered softly on her temple. Spencer fell asleep a couple minutes after her.
They did not need to speak to communicate between one another. They could lay in each other arms without having a single worry about the outside world. They thought about each other, all the time, and thatâs why they were so perfect together.
Spencer couldnât wait for the day he would ask her to marry him. Maybe that day would come sooner than she would expect itâŚ
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â Some revenge â
Daryl Dixon X fem.Reader
Era: Season 11, Commonwealth
Summary: The neighbors in your new home are way too loud. So you and Daryl got revenge. Warnings: +18 CONTENT, , FEM.Reader, unprotected sex, doggy style, handjob, dirty talk, spanking, petnames (like Baby and Babe)
Words: 2.4k
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PoV (Y/N):
We had been living in the Commonwealth for a while now and Daryl and I already had jobs too. While Daryl worked with the other soldiers, I had to work at a bookstore. Although I wanted to work with Daryl, Hornsby said I would be better off with a quieter job. It annoyed me, but I accepted it and worked in that store from morning to night. Sometimes Judith and RJ came by to keep me company, but whenever I saw them, I saw tired faces. And I also knew the reason why.
Although we lived in a small apartment, the walls were incredibly thin so you could hear everything. And the neighbors weren't particularly quiet.They talked way too loudly, had parties, or listened to loud music. And it didn't seem to bother anyone else, because when Daryl and I went to complain, all we got was the statement that the problem would be resolved soon. And that was quite a while ago.
So I sit tiredly in my chair, reading a book while I come up with a plan to solve this problem. Daryl had often suggested solving it in his way, but luckily I was always able to stop him. But then an idea came to me. The city knew that I had been with Daryl for several years now and I wanted to take advantage of that. The knowledge alone didn't even make many men think about looking at me askance. So with a slight feeling of happiness, I finished my work a little earlier and prepared everything for my plan. To do this, I picked up Judith and RJ from school and I made sure that they both slept somewhere other than in our apartment. And after that, I had to discuss everything with Daryl.
That same day I got the apartment ready, I got the bed ready, I put on provocative underwear and I also prepared some food. Of course I still had my pants and shirt on over my underwear, but I was still a little happy. It was becoming increasingly rare that Daryl and I had sex, but whenever we did, it was incredibly good. While I was preparing the meal, I heard the neighbors, who could never be quiet, enter their apartment and prepare everything for a loud evening. But I would be faster and hopefully it would be a little quieter. Daryl would even come home a little early. "Then let's start the plan..." I muttered quietly to myself before I heard our door unlock and Daryl step inside. "I´m back." He just grumbled loudly.
I walked up to him and hugged him tightly, a big smile on my lips. âHey... How was your day?" I asked as I gave him a kiss on the cheek. Daryl just hummed quietly before resting his head on my shoulder. This was enough of an answer for me and I ran my fingers through his hair. He seemed very tired, I almost wanted to ditch the idea so he could rest. But I could hardly open my mouth before we heard the neighbors laughing loudly. Daryl and I both growled in annoyance before we separated and I went back into the kitchen while Daryl took off his shoes. "Where are Judith and RJ?â He asked as I spread our food onto our plates. "I sent them both somewhere else for the night, to friends' houses to be exact." "Oh? Whyâs tha´?â I heard him ask and the next moment I heard his armor being stripped off.
I bit my bottom lip uncertainly before turning to look at him. Daryl only had on his black pants and his black sweater, which he always wore under his armor. The material was a little tighter to his skin than his other clothes, which is why I could see his slight muscles. I unconsciously licked my lips as I studied him. The archer noticed this, of course, and hummed briefly in amusement. He slowly walked towards me until he was standing in front of me, resting his hands behind me on the kitchen counter. âYa have anythin´ special planned, woman?â His voice seemed a little deeper than it actually was and I had to grin slightly. "Yes⌠I wanted to take care of the neighbors⌠and I need your help for thatâŚ" My voice also became a little quieter, more passionate and Daryl growled softly.
My eyes filled with lust and I slowly moved my hand up his chest. âWhatâs on yar mind?â Before I answered his question, I pressed my lips firmly against his. Immediately the archer growled and he wrapped his arms around my waist. I wrapped my arms around his neck to pull him even closer to me. Our lips moved against each other in a quick rhythm until I let my tongue roam his bottom lip. He immediately reciprocated my action by licking my lower lip and then sliding his tongue into my mouth. My tongue immediately received his and I moaned loudly against his lips. His hands moved lower and lower until they were on my ass. He pinched it gently once, making me whimper and jump up immediately. His strong arms immediately went under my thighs and I wrapped my legs around his waist.
Our pelvises were now rubbing right against each other and I rolled my hips against his to feel some pressure against my pussy. âGreedy~?â His voice resembled a purr and I hummed loudly. We broke apart briefly to take a breath and looked deeply into each other's eyes. His hands started massaging my butt and I started kissing his neck. I felt Daryl slowly move and in the next few seconds I was lying on our soft bed. Sadly our bedroom was right next to our neighbors living room, but now it couldn't have been better positioned.
Daryl pressed a gentle kiss to my lips before sitting up and wrapping my legs around his waist again. His fingers ran under my shirt and he slowly pushed it up until he could see my stomach. Grumbling, Daryl leaned down and kissed my stomach gently, his stubble tickling my skin a little, making me giggle softly. While he covered my skin with kisses, his fingers pushed my shirt further and further up until my breasts were now exposed. I wore a black bra that was very simple in design. It wasn't anything exciting, but at a time when you had to fight for your own survival and therefore only wore sports bras, this bra was very sexy. âGod, ya look good~âŚâ Daryl growled quietly as his gaze went up. I smiled slightly as his kisses continued upward until his lips brushed over my bra.
My nipples were already hard, but you couldn't see them through the bra. Daryl probably had the same thought I had because the next moment he took off my shirt completely and then let his hands go to the straps of the bra. âMay I?â "Of courseâŚ" And with those words, he slowly pulled the straps from my arms. The thin material gave me goosebumps and I sighed loudly as Daryl opened the clip on my bra and finally took it off. He simply threw both on the floor and didn't give the material any further thought. He then did the same with my pants and panties. He kissed my clit briefly before sitting up again.
He slowly took off his shirt, his strong chest and his scars slowly becoming visible. Daryl had told me about his life back then, what his father had done to him and what he had to go through. I was sorry, but I also wanted to show him that he could feel safe and comfortable with me. Although it took a really long time, his fear gradually subsided and he now even dared to take a shower with me. âYouâre perfectâŚâ I murmured, my eyes all dreamy as I looked at his chest. I slowly ran my fingertips over his skin, over his nipples and then over his scar. The archer shuddered briefly before pushing me back down and pressing his face between my breasts.
He sucked greedily on my skin and licked it too. With his rough fingers he massaged my nipples, making me inhale sharply. I arched my back and I felt Daryl rub his pelvis against mine. A noticeable bulge was slowly forming in his pants and the bigger it got, the faster his movements against my pelvis became. My breathing became louder and louder, I had completely blocked out the noises of the neighbors. "God Daryl~âŚ" "I know, baby~âŚ" His voice made me gasp and I felt him slowly pull away from me. He unzipped his pants and pulled out his member, it was already rock hard and a few drops of pre-cum flowed down his shaft. "So hard for yaâŚ~"
I slowly sat up and kissed his stomach gently. I wrapped my fingers around his shaft and moved my hand up and down. Daryl gasped softly as I squeezed hard a few times. I spread his pre-cum onto his shaft before he pushed me away and pressed his lips to mine again. Groaning, I closed my eyes, but before I could respond to his kiss, he pulled away from me again. âTurn arounâ~â He didn't even wait but grabbed my waist and turned me onto my stomach before giving my ass a slap. I whimpered loudly as I felt Daryl lift my hips. I laid my upper body on the mattress and turned my face slightly to the side so that I could still breathe.
âYa wanâ thaâ?â Daryl asked, his voice growling. His cock rose against my entrance and I just whimpered loudly. I confirmed his question with a nod and moved my pelvis further against him. He slapped my ass again, making me moan louder this time. I could be loud, shout, moan loudly. It was pretty unusual, but finally being able to do it felt really good. âYes~! I want you inside me, Daryl! Please!â I then whimpered loudly. Daryl growled briefly again before slowly pushing himself into me.
His cock stretched my inner walls hard, making us both whimper and growl loudly. You could tell we hadn't had sex in a long time, my pussy was incredibly tight and Daryl's breathing was very fast. Just like mine. âGod, ya feel good~âŚâ Daryl purred loudly before slapping my ass again. Panting loudly, I gripped the bed sheet tightly while Daryl finally pulled back a little, only to then press himself completely back into me. He thrust into me again and again, our skin slapped against each other loudly, but our voices drowned out the slapping noises. âSo good!â I screamed loudly. I could only faintly hear the neighbors murmuring something, but I ignored it and enjoyed the fullness that Daryl gave me. God, we have to fuck more often again.
Daryl moved his hips harder and harder against mine, his hands gripping my hips or waist tightly. Sometimes he would massage my ass, then he would caress my sides, and then he would slap my ass again. He kept this process for quite a while and he made me see stars with it. My eyes rolled back as his tip hit my special spot and I moaned his name loudly. âGod, Daryl~âŚ! Yes, fuck~!â âYa like tha´?⌠yeh, ya like tha´, baby~â Suddenly his hand was between my shoulder blades and he pushed my upper body a little further down. He lightly pressed my face into the pillow and I screamed loudly into it. But Daryl didn't seem to like the fact that my voice was now much muffled, so he pulled me back up so that my back was pressed against his chest.
"I wan' ya, ta scream loud an' nice, 'kay?" He growled softly in my ear and I breathed faster and faster. I felt a little dizzy from my rapid breathing and Daryl's thrusts. He now buried his face into my shoulder, his right hand went to my breast, which he massaged roughly, and his left hand went to my clit. He massaged my clit in circular motions, just as he swirled his finger around my nipple. âFuck, Iâm gonna cum~âŚ!â I screamed loudly. Daryl just growled loudly before I felt him bite my skin lightly. He wouldn't leave a mark, but it was enough to make me whimper. âGood~âŚcum arounâ ma cock, yah?â He then growled in my ear.
His voice gave me goosebumps and I nodded quickly again. The pressure in my abdomen increased and my vision slowly became black. I felt that Daryl's thrusts were becoming more and more irregular and his cock was also throbbing harder inside me. Before I could do anything I came around his shaft and I screamed his name loudly. As loud as I was screaming, the entire house probably heard us, but we didn't care at the moment. âFuck~âŚ! Yes, jusâ like thaââŚâ After Daryl said this he pulled out of me and he flipped me over. He gently pushed me back into bed and he kissed my lips briefly. As he pulled away from me, he wrapped his fingers around his shaft and he moved them quickly down on us. He put his face between my breasts and he breathed in my scent deeply. The archer growled loudly once before I felt his hot cum on my skin. He sprayed on my stomach and some hit my breasts too.
Breathing heavily, he began kissing my skin as I also tried to get my breathing back under control. âGod, that was goodâŚ!â I then uttered, with a slight giggle. Daryl just snorted briefly before sitting up and looking at my body. The archer remained silent for a moment before he got up and put his boxershorts back on properly and then got some towels. He gently wiped his cum from my skin before throwing away the towels and placing a kiss on my forehead. âNow the neighbors stay quiet⌠and if notâŚâ Daryl didn't have to continue, I understood what he meant. A wide grin crept onto my lips before I nodded slightly and gently pressed his lips to mine.
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