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kyle seducing the cold detached woman who's levels above his station 😔

yeah so i wrote way too much

pairing: kyle garrick x fem!reader | cw: third person pov, hints to childhood trauma, therapy is mentioned, smut

it doesn’t help that he has a big fat crush on her. and she knows this, but couldn’t give two fucks.

kyle has never had to work this hard to get someone into his bed. he’d barely turn on the charm and would still have them dropping their panties. but this woman in particular, she made him realize it wasn’t going to be easy and he’d have to work for it.

kyle starts giving her flowers with cute little notes attached and she just chucks them into the trash because, “i don’t like roses, garrick. stop sending me flowers.”

kyle does not listen to her at all though. every bouquet he buys gets thrown away, much to his dismay. she’ll never tell him this, but one day she ended up giving a vase of flowers to one of her girlfriends because they were far too pretty to be in someone’s trash bin. eventually, kyle stops sending flowers and steps his game up.

he starts leaving chocolate on her desk, her favorite brands at that. it’s the fancy and expensive kind too.

at first, the chocolate just sits on her desk untouched. she would rather eat a jean jacket than to admit she finds it kind of cute that kyle refuses to give up. her icy exterior begins to dissolve a little when he starts popping up with snacks, jumbo crossword puzzles, and books for her to read.

“i’m still not entertaining whatever you think is going to happen between us, garrick. keep your delusions to yourself,” she says flatly, but thanks him and accepts his gifts anyway.

kyle just laughs and says, “we’ll see.”

his response bothers her for the rest of the day and she can’t figure out why.

her heart softens even more when her birthday arrives and she’s stuck in her office doing paperwork. she’s absolutely miserable about it, until kyle knocks on her door, her words getting stuck in her throat when she sees the cake and balloons he has for her.

“why would you do all of this!?” she asks hotly, once she’s regained her composure. she doesn’t even know why she’s so upset with him in the first place. he’s just being nice.

“because you deserve it, and you shouldn’t have to spend your birthday alone.”

she wants to rage at him some more. she wants to throw him out and tell him to never come back because somehow he’s managed to worm his way into her heart. she wants to kick him in his shin for making her fall for him. but because she can’t bring herself to do any of that, she lets him stay to sing happy birthday to her.

and if kyle’s visits become more frequent after that, she can’t find it in herself to complain. his presence makes her happy.

kyle can be a very persistent man when he needs to be, but he chooses to believe she’ll change her mind about him eventually. she’s been opening up to him more, and he considers that progress.

he remembers the first time he met her. she was a pretty thing with a no nonsense attitude. he knew he was down bad for this woman when he’d come to her defense whenever he heard people calling her a bitch around base.

and today was no different. she was well aware of the names people called her, but she really didn’t give a shit. “it doesn’t hurt me,” she says to kyle, who’s currently holding a recruit by the collar of his shirt.

he’d been within earshot of the little bastard addressing his soon to be sweetheart by several unpleasant names that made his blood boil.

kyle is more than pissed off, especially after she orders him to let the young recruit go. “you hear the names they call you, the things they say. and yet you do fuck all about it,” he snaps before sighing. he’s not mad at her though. he’s just a little frustrated because she won’t so anything about it. he refuses to believe that nothing bothers her.

she stares at kyle in shock. he’s never spoken to her like this before, and she doesn’t like it one bit. so she tells him to get out.

but unfortunately for her, kyle doesn’t budge. “nah,” he says, before taking a seat on the chair in front of her desk. “i think i’ll sit here a little longer. you can finish your work, i won’t bother you.”

she just huffs at him, then picks her pen up and resumes her work.

when she’s done, kyle is still there. he has his earbuds in and he’s laughing quietly at something on his phone. she just knows he’s on tiktok. probably watching some video about a cat. when she finds herself staring too hard and enjoying his laughter just a bit too much, she nudges him under the desk with her foot.

kyle pulls his earbuds out and sits up straight. “you finished, love?”

love?

it’s the first time he’s called her that, and it wrecks her a little bit. i don’t deserve him, she thinks to herself.

she just nods silently in response to his question, not trusting herself to speak and only doing so when kyle offers to walk her to her quarters. if he’s surprised when she says yes, he doesn’t show it. he just ushers her out of the office and down the hallway.

when they arrive at her door, she thanks him. kyle just waves her off and says, “anything for you, sweetheart.”

“stop calling me that,” she huffs. “and stop doing whatever this is.”

she watches as kyle’s brows furrow in confusion. “what is it that you think i’m doing?”

“if you wanted to get into my pants, you could have just asked.” she actually laughs when kyle stares at her in surprise. “and don’t act so shocked, garrick. i’ve known what you wanted since day one.”

“do you?” kyle asks as he steps into her space, watching in amusement as she fumbles to come up with an answer. he knew she would have told him to fuck off when they first met. “if you think sex is all i want, then you’re wrong. i want you.”

she’ll lie about it for the rest of her life if anyone ever asks her how she responded to kyle’s statement. instead of tearing him apart with her words, she gets a little teary eyed, much to her embarrassment.

“you shouldn’t want me,” she whimpers. “i haven’t been very nice to you.”

kyle just shrugs and lets her know that he likes a challenge every now and then. he doesn’t let her respond. he bids her goodnight with a kiss on her forehead, then gently shoves her into her room.

kyle walks her to her room again the next evening, and this time, he bullies her into inviting him in. she almost had a fit when he climbed into her bed and demanded she cuddle with him. at first, the word no was at the tip of her tongue, but then the intrusive thoughts won that round.

she’d struggled with how intimate it was to have kyle’s arms around her, not wanting him to touch her because she knew it would shatter the walls she’d carefully built over the years. he took one look at her and told her to stop fighting her feelings. she’d almost snapped at him, until she saw the look in his eyes. she’d hurt him and herself if she told him no. so she surrendered herself to him completely.

“it’s just for tonight, you can go back to hating me tomorrow.”

her heart breaks when kyle says it so casually, as if he’s trying not to make it a big thing, when it absolutely is.

she’s never hated kyle a day in her life. she just doesn’t understand why he wants to be with someone as cold as her? why would he want to be with a woman who was so damn traumatized, she thought everyone who approached her had some ulterior motive. having an unpleasant childhood and learning not to trust anyone would do that to a person.

during a session, she spoke to her therapist about kyle. she even told the other woman about the gifts he gave her. he won’t leave me alone, she had complained.

have you asked him to leave you be?

well, no. but—

think about why that is.

she’d almost quit therapy that day. she didn’t want to think about kyle and the way he made her feel.

after the life she’d lived, she promised to never let anyone get close enough to see how vulnerable she could be. she was convinced they would just take advantage. so she hardened her heart and became more frigid as the years went by. sometimes when she looked in the mirror, she didn’t see an ounce of her past self.

“you’re tense.”

her body gives a little surprised jolt at the sound of kyle’s voice. “i’m sorry,” she mumbles, while trying to relax in his arms.

“what’s on your mind?” kyle asks, before pressing a kiss to her forehead and stroking a hand down her back.

she shrugs and tells him not to worry about it, even though she knows it’s already too late for that.

“don’t do that. there’s something bothering you, sweetheart.”

she sighs softly, before lifting her head off his chest. “you’re right, but i don’t want to talk about it right now. just hold me please.”

and it’s truly a blur after that, not knowing how she ended up on her back with kyle’s fingers intertwined with hers and his cock buried deep in her pussy. he’s already syphoned one orgasm out of her with his tongue, and now he wants to have her creaming around his cock this time.

she’s not sure what she’s gotten herself into. because when kyle gives her the filthiest grind against her pussy, his leaking cock pressing up against her g-spot, her eyes roll so far back into her head, she’s surprised they don’t get stuck. a pleasure filled sob spills from her lips when kyle does it again and again until she’s clawing at his back and wailing so loud, he has to quickly smother her cries with his mouth.

he knows she’ll probably never life it down if someone walks by the room and hears how loud she can be when she’s getting fucked within an inch of her life.

kyle actually has the audacity to pause mid thrust to say, “damn, i didn’t know you could sing like that.”

he laughs when she gives him a whiny shut up and fuck me please. he watches the way her scowl disappears when he pulls out, then bullies his cock back into her drooling pussy.

“fuck, pussy’s so tight and wet around my dick, just gushing,” kyle hisses out with a roll of his hips, eyes almost crossing when she tightens around his cock. “you’re gonna strangle me to death. christ.”

“i’m sorry,” she manages to choke out through the overwhelming sensation of his cock hitting her sweet spot repeatedly. she was in fucking heaven.

“don’t be. you’re doin’ so good for me, sweetheart,” kyle croons in her ear. “you’re takin’ me so well. gonna have you fallin’ apart on this dick every night.”

“please.” his words are entirely too much for her handle.

“please what?” kyle coos, as his cock drags against her spongy walls. “gonna see how good you’ll be when i stretch that ass out with my fingers first, and then on my cock.”

the cry she emits when her senses white out completely and all she can feel is the sheer pleasure of her orgasm, is loud enough to be heard out in the hallway.

kyle doesn’t slow down when he tells her to give him one more. she wants to call him greedy, but she’s too busy moaning and writhing underneath him while he rubs her clit in sync with his thrusts. when she cums again, kyle is filling her pussy up to the brim with his seed and moaning her name.

kyle has to force her out of bed after he suggests they shower and change the sheets. she whines about being tired, but lets him guide her to the bathroom anyway.

she spirals a little when she’s sure she kyle is sleeping. she doesn’t want him to hear her weeping. and the second a pitiful whimper escapes her mouth, she’s out of the bed and locking herself in the bathroom, where she can cry freely.

she tries to avoids kyle after that, but he’s not having it.

he won’t let her run from this. when she tries to deny it, he calls her out on it and lets her know that they’ll be having a lengthy discussion when he gets back. “my teammates and i are leaving base. gotta put an end to some shit none of us want to deal with, and i’m not sure when i’ll be back, sweetheart.”

during the three months that kyle is gone, she’s missing him more than she thought she would. phone calls and video calls aren’t enough anymore. he tries to soothe her by telling her he’ll be seeing her soon, but she cries anyway.

it’s only then that she comes to a startling realization.

she finally tells her therapist what she’s been wanting to tell kyle for weeks.

i think i love him. no, i know i love him.

when she sees kyle again, she launches herself at him immediately, much to everyone’s surprise, because since when was kyle dating anyone.

soap, price, and ghost can’t help but to stare at her and kyle in wonder. she’s clutching at kyle, while crying her eyes out and telling him how much she loves him and how much she misses him. eyebrows raise when she drags him into a kiss that’s damn near pornographic.

kyle beams at her when he pulls away from the kiss, before he pulls her in for a soft peck and a hug that leaves her a little breathless.

and leave it up to him to ruin the moment when he says, “so, about that talk.”

she just groans and let him drag her across the tarmac.

a/n: thank you for sending this message and i hope you enjoy.

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castiwls · 1 day

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bed chem .ᐟ

Paring; dean x reader

Prompt; 'i bet we'd have really good bed chem'

Requested; anon

Notes; requests are open again!

Masterlist | Taylor Swift masterlist

It wasn’t often you found yourself drawn to a stranger sitting in the bar on a random Tuesday night. Normally the patrons of your local bar were your father's age and tended to come simply to chat up the bartenders and start fights over who won at pool.

Yet today it was different.

You��d noticed him almost immediately and it seemed he’d noticed you as well as in record time you’d found yourself tucked away in a back corner laughing at whatever joke fell from his mouth. One-night stands had never been a good idea - one too many awkward next mornings had all but made the whole idea lose its charm.

Yet sitting her now? You’d never been more ready for an awkward morning in your life.

You’d never understood what your friends had meant when they spoke about instant sexual attraction. How they could look at a guy and just know yet right in this moment you finally understood.

“You can’t be serious?” You laughed, taking a sip from your drink as the stranger - who you now knew as Dean - simply grinned and nodded his head. “As serious as I can be sweetheart.” He shot you a wink before finishing his own drink and placing the glass down with a quiet ‘click.’

He watched you for a moment, his green eyes shining under the dim lights of the bar. His eyes seemed to ravish you almost as his gaze slowly raked over your face, a slight flutter settling in his stomach.

“So, what brings you to this fine establishment on a tuesday night? I’m sure there is more… interesting places for a woman like you.” He raised an eyebrow, a smile which could only be described as charming growing on his lips as he watched you blush slightly.

Seeming satisfied with himself he slowly crept a hand across the small table, his fingers brushing yours where they were still wrapped around your glass. Your own heart was thundering in your chest as his touch seemed to light your skin on fire.

Your own eyes watched his hand for a moment before clearing your throat. “Small town. Not many options.” A small hum left him as his other hand tapped the table for a moment. “Tight nit.” Dean nodded looking over to the barman for a moment.

The man sent him a guarded look as he watched you both closely while cleaning a glass. “Not everyone's as welcoming as you.”

Nodding you shifted in your seat. “Small town you know. Everyone knows everyone…we’re all pretty close.”

Dean looked back to you, his smile returning. “Your friend at the bar looks about ready to chop my head off.” His smile slowly slipped into a smirk as an idea lit up in his head. The bar tender had been giving him shit all night - all day actually but you didn’t know that.

He was more then sure that he was the guy they were looking for but you seemed far more interesting. This could be a win win almost for him, he’d get the girl and also maybe provoke the guy into acting to prove that he actually was who they were looking for.

A quiet laugh left you. The sound was music to his ears almost as he watched your eyes crinkle. “Coles harmless he’s just…protective.”

“That’s one way to put it.”

You hummed quietly raising the glass back to your lips but Dean’s hand stopped you. His own hand wrapped around yours, bringing the glass back down to the table before leaning closer, his knees brushing yours.

Was this actually happening?

His hand reached out to push a strand of your hair behind your ear, his fingers lingering on your cheek. “Has anyone ever told you how beautiful you are?”

“Are you trying to sweet talk me?”

“Is it working?” He grinned, his eyes lingering on your lips.

Shifting you lent closer, your faces only inches apart. “You have a car?”

The words seemed almost foreign on your tongue. The drink giving you a confidence you’d never had before.

But something inside you was screaming that this was the right thing to do.

Dean’s own eyes widened before he cast a look at the door. “I like your thinking.”

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dalliesque · 1 day

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Mr. Nice Guy, Fresh Guy

𐙚 sypnosis let me introduce myself, nice guy, fresh guy of the night (alright) everybody tells you better watch out girl.

꒰ png flirty!HAN TAESAN x fem!reader , fluff , neighbours to lovers , coworkers to lovers , mutual pinning , flirty taesan , lower case intended . cw petnames. wc 890 words, proofread ꒱

yu notes : oh no i think i have the taesan brainrot 👻 shout out to @sanaxo-o for proofreading this, without her this would actually flop 😵‍💫 thank you sm hon <33

𐙚 Wednesday

“let me (re)introduce myself, nice guy, fresh guy of the neighbourhood.” taesan raises his eyebrows in a flirty manner, his hands sliding through his hair in a slick motion before leaning once more on the fence separating his and your front-yard. you hold in a chuckle, nodding. as you glance his way, soon looking away, your focus still solely on the plants in your yard, badly needing your care after being left for so long by the previous owner.

“so..” taesan continues, clicking his tongue watching you curiously. “you free this weekend? you know since i helped you and all” hearing this, your head snaps towards his direction not believing the words escaping his mouth. taesan simply shoots you a wink, and you can't help but to chuckle. your head returning to it's original position, fixed on the plants.

thinking about it, his words were true. he did help you with stuff (moving things around to your new house, since he's strong and all;) and what's the hurt in repaying the favour and let him take you out? wait.. is this a date? “i can make time for you.” you reply to his words, which did take a bit longer than it's supposed to be. a shit eating grin slowly appears in taesan's face. so shitty you can feel it from the back of your head actually, “i can feel your stupid grin from here” you roll your eyes playfully, looking back at him spraying a bit of water his way.

taesan laughs as he dodges the water you're spraying mercilessly towards him. “is this your way to repay my deeds?”—”no but it would be if our hang out isn't a date” “oh.” taesan stops dodging the water fully just standing there while staring right at your eyes. a little smirk on his face. oh how bad you want to wipe it away from his stupidly handsome face. taesan lets out a chuckle, about to jump over the fence. “i'll spray you with the jet if you get any closer!!”—”fine!!”

𐙚 Thursday

“can you rate how excited are you for the date from 9 to 10?” taesan appears behind you, whispering close to you. his warm breath tickles your ear, sending shivers down to your spine making you almost jolt out in surprise. “a hello would be nice??!”—”hello” you roll your eyes, sighing as you shake your head in disbelief. what the hell is he doing in the ladies locker room? “what are you doing here? it's the ladies lock—” you pause, oh there's no such thing as a ladies locker here. a smirk grows on taesan face, leaning in on the lockers.

“this is not the changing room babe” you scrunch your nose looking away, feeling heat from your neck slowly going up your cheeks from the embarrassment. oh how you wish to just dissappear under a big rock. “don't call me that.” you utter, going back to your locker to continue arranging your stuff. “oh sorry, i was just warming up. who knows i'll use it often in the future” your whole face is crimson red by now, forcing you to exit the shared locker room “hey wait you haven't rate the date yet!” “it's still in two days!!” “well should we do it now?”

𐙚 Friday

“one more day.” taesan teasingly whispers, his voice entering your ear gently and swiftly exiting the place as if nothing had happened. as if he didn't relentlessly tease you today, and as if his words wouldn't bother you the whole day and of course not forgetting the playful wink he'd send you before going out through the door. this is really bad for your heart. it's the second day of your shift here on the pizza store, but you're already pondering whether to quit or not. he really knows your weak spots. you thank the universe for making him work in the delivery rather than cashier or anything else involving being close to you 24/7. cause you would definitely would not survive.

𐙚 D-DAY(TE)

taesan rests his head on the palm of his hand looking at you intently as you twirl the pasta around your fork nervously. “look at my eyes” you give him a quick glance before holding in your laugh, looking back at your plate. “stop looking at me that way!”—“with these sexy eyes of mine?” you roll your eyes playfully still not looking his way. “oh come on just give in my shawty”—“shut up!!” taesan let out a small ‘ouch’ when you nudge his legs with your own under the table. he soon laughs holding his hand up in surrender. “atleast you're looking at my eyes now.”

you smile, okay, maybe his eyes are... what's the word? sexy? no, not that, but whatever the way to describe his shining, shimmering eyes, you wouldn't be able to say it out loud. it would obviously bruise your ego. “swooned by the nice guy's charm?” taesan raises his eyebrows, a mischievous smile overcoming his lips. yeah, that's it his eyes are charming, and yes, you probably did get swooned by the ‘nice guy's charm.’

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madamechrissy · 3 days

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Up in The Air

♡ ♡ Pairings ♡ ♡ Suguru Geto x Fem Reader

♡ ♡ Contents ♡ ♡ MDNI- whipping, spanking, breeding kink, anal play, oral, then TW- Sexual assault against reader. Please don't read if triggering!!

♡ ♡ Word Count ♡ ♡ this chap- 8k

♡ ♡ Summary ♡ ♡ You have been jilted at the altar by your groom, Mahito, who has led you on for years. Your best friends, Maki and Yuta, suggest to go on this Honeymoon alone, to get away and find yourself again. On the plane ride, you run into a gorgeous man on a business trip, who holds your hand when you say that you're terrified of planes, Suguru Geto. You all fall into easy conversation, and there's chemistry, he makes you feel better than you had in a long time. You think to ask his number, when he realizes that his room has fallen through.

Well, you have a big honeymoon suite, and you suggest he stays with you. What can go wrong? Not like you don't wanna straddle him or anything...

Chapter 11 - Masterlist

Chapter 12

The next week- Friday evening

You’re standing in front of your little home, your childhood home in fact, holding hands with Suguru Geto, as the gentle breeze of the evening blows around the little light blue dress he got you. You’d been so excited it made his eyes crinkle, as he’d watched you twirl around in what he’d had delivered that morning.

“Well hello there, handsome.” Maki says as she opens the door after your signature knock, and your mom and Yuta are right next to her, taking in the sight of you and Suguru, who currently has roses and wine in his hand.

Suguru chuckles, and the sound is so pleasing to your ears, and clearly everyone else’s. “Hello, Maki, yes?”

“He even knows my name. Ooh, look Ma, these are so pretty!” Your mother comes over and waves you both in, hugging you tightly.

“Oh baby, you look so happy. Glowing.” She whispers in your ear, pulling back then to look down at you sweetly, and you feel emotional, your heart thudding as you feel your cheeks heat up.

“I am so happy Mama.” She wipes her own tears, kissing your cheek then, ugh you missed her! She then looks at Suguru who is smiling at you both, and she holds her arms out.

“I’m a hugger.” Suguru hugs your mom then, and the sight of her so tiny in his bear hug melts you, fuck it makes you feel so whole. “So you’re the infamous Mr. Suguru we’ve heard so much about, hmm?”

“I am. And you’re the lovely mother who raised this amazing girl, hmm?” Your mom beams with pride as they smile at you.

“I fucking love him.” Maki hugs you and whispers, and you exhale as she squeezes you to death. “I missed you, bitch!”

“Oh I missed… you… can’t breathe!”

“Let her go, Maki!” Yuta is yanking her off, and she grins as Yuta now hugs you as well, much more gently. You sigh and hug him back, as he looks down at you with those puppy eyes. “I missed you.”

“I missed you both so much.” You hold both of their hands, and Suguru and your mom come over now. Suguru shakes Yuta’s hand and then kisses Maki’s, far too gentlemanly, you think she swoons actually.

“It’s so good to finally meet the man that’s got her so happy.” Yuta says, and Suguru’s cheeks flush a bit.

“I hope to make her happier every day.”

“Aww, stop I’m gonna throw up, too cute!” Maki exclaims, then you are all laughing, as your mom leads you all into the kitchen now, and Yuta and Suguru are chatting as you and Maki help your mom in the kitchen.

“He’s so charming and handsome, goodness.” Your mom says softly, as you three giggle over at the two men.

“He’s so hot she-”

“Maki!” You cover her mouth, glaring, and your mom smiles knowingly.

“Oh.”

“No! Oh my- I’ll kick your butt!” You start play-fighting Maki now, but shit she’s strong, and she instantly has you in a headlock, and you tap her arm as she laughs maniacally.

“My girls are back!” Yuta shouts with his fist in the air, and you puff your hair out of your face with a breath. Suguru looks at you both laughing. “Get her back!”

“Shit you’ve been working out!” You huff, her muscle are stronger somehow!?

“You got soft on vacay, huh.” She’s got you down now, but you’re laughing too hard to be embarrassed.

“Maki, let her go, you're too strong!” Your mom says through laughs, and she finally does, helping you up. You adjust your hair as Suguru hands you a glass of wine, smirking down at you.

“I see we have something in common, wrestling our friends.” You snort at that, as he brushes your crazy hair back gently. “And you judged me!”

“You had a full brawl!”

“Well you did get soft on vacay, it may have been my fault. Kept you too occupied hmm?” You feel your heart flutter at his little whisper, and you sip your wine, burying your face against his chest for a moment.

“Come on, dinner’s ready you guys. And tell me everything about your trip! Did you have fun?” Your mom leads you all to the dinner table, and Maki is grinning wickedly now, pushing up her black framed glasses.

“Oh, they had fun alright.”

“Maki!” That’s everyone in the room, aside from Suguru, who is covering his laugh with his hand, leaning next to you as you all sit down. You squeeze his hand under the table, and he squeezes back, making you smile so wide it hurts. Have you ever smiled as much as him?

The dinner is filled with light banter and stories, some of which are so embarrassing you want to crawl under the table and die. Maki and Yuta have an endless arsenal, as does your own mom, and Suguru seems to be enjoying this far too much. The meal is a delightful mix of your mom’s famous spaghetti and meatballs, salad, and garlic bread.

“You’re Italian?” He asks her curiously, and she smiles.

“I’m a mix of things but yes, we are part Italian. I hope you like it!”

Suguru takes a bite, moaning then. “As good as Italy.”

“You’ve been to Italy!?” You ask curiously, and he nods, then starts telling you all about it, about the views and the vineyards. “Oh man I can’t imagine going there. Do we have any family there, Mama?”

“We do, I haven’t been there since before you were born.”

“Maybe we’ll make a trip? You don’t mind planes now.” Suguru’s husky voice says, and your heart falters, as you brush back a strand of dark hair that fell on his brow, then brushing his cheek with a thumb. The room is silent, as if everyone is holding a breath while they watch you both.

“I would love that. Imagine us just sipping on wine in Tuscany.”

“It’s a beautiful idea for a honeymoon.” Maki says, and now you’re both bright red, looking away, and Yuta is chuckling.

“It would be romantic huh?” Yuta looks at Maki then, who’s grinning all devious, and he brushes her hair back behind her ear. She turns bright red on her pretty face, and you look at them, wide eyed now.

“You all… what! When!? How! You didn’t tell me!?” You bounce up now, waving your arms, and now everyone is blushing aside from your mom, who is watching this unfold with a grin over her wine glass.

“It’s new, and you’ve been busy with your lover, mmkay?” Maki says, and you lean over the table, staring at them both.

“Knew it. Knew it! You’ve had it bad.” You point at Yuta, and he stands now, waving his arms.

“What? It’s new-”

“Forever, you’ve had it bad!”

“Oh shit, really?” Maki looks up at him, and he covers his face, sinking down into the chair and sighing.

“Forever.”

“Aww this is so cute!” Your mom squeals, and you all are a-light with talk, as your hand goes right back to Suguru’s, who is watching this with calm chocolate eyes, his full lips quirked up, resting his chin in his other hand, elbow on the table clad with the pretty white cloth.

“You all do make a lovely couple, though.” They are blushing again, and you smile over at them.

“Kiss!” You demand, and they both shake their heads, protesting.

“You two kiss first!” Yuta says, and you realize how silly you all are, but you just don’t care. You look at Suguru, who is smiling softly, cupping your face and tilting up your chin.

He gently presses his lips on yours, and you sigh happily into the kiss, pressing your own lips up. He pops gentle kisses over and over, and then you pull away with glittery eyes, looking at the three people so close to you, and now Suguru is here, and you feel so complete.

“You all are so precious.” Your mom is tearing up then, and you lean forward and hold her hand tightly.

“Oh, Mama…”

“I’ve wanted so badly to see you happy all these years. I…” She’s crying now, you come to her and hug her tightly, and soon Maki is coming over too, emotional with you all.

“Me freaking too. Ugh. I’m sappy.” You giggle through your tears, and look at them both, feeling awful.

“I put you all through so much pain being with him.” You whisper, and they both instantly tell you no, you’re wrong, but… “No, I did. Unintentionally.”

“He was so cruel to you, baby you didn’t even seem like you. It was like the ghost of yourself.” Your mom’s words break you, and it’s quiet then, as she holds your hands. “Look at you now, there’s so much hope in your eyes, a smile on your face. Your energy is just…”

“Beaming through. It’s like it’s you again.” Maki says softly, and you now see Suguru and Yuta approaching your little huddle.

“You are back to yourself again, even better.” Yuta pats your head then, and Suguru is standing there, emotion in his gaze, so you hold out your hand to him, and he takes it, coming closer and kissing it, just like the day you met.

“Thank you Suguru, you’ve brought my girl back.” Suguru breaks down then at your moms sweet words, and you’re all a hugging, crying mess, as everyone you love holds you.

“Don’t thank me, I just fell in love with her.” He says, emotionally, kissing the side of your face as you take a breath. “I should be thanking you for having her, for raising her.”

“Oh, Sugu…” You cup his face, and your mom pulls him in.

“I couldn’t approve more. I’ll never rush you, but just know you’d have permission from me.” Suguru comes to hug her now.

“Thank you for that, it means so much. I’ll never hurt her.” After the sappy mess is over, and everyone is sniffling, you feel so light, so happy and peaceful.

“I knew they’d love you.” You say softly to him as he pulls your chair flush against his, wrapping an arm around your waist and kissing your temple. “Almos as much as I do, though that would be impossible.”

“I love them already.” He says, swiping the sticky tears. “That waterproof makeup works overtime.”

You giggle breathlessly. “I get the crybaby from Mama.”

“Hey!”

The rest of the conversation is light and fun, filled with laughter and inside jokes, as they get to know the man next to you. Maki tells a story about the time you all tried to sneak into a concert and ended up stuck in the bathroom stall and she’d had to crawl under to save you, while Yuta recounts the time you tripped over your own feet during a school talent show, landing face-first off the stage.

Suguru's eyes are wide with amusement, his laughter filling the room. “You really are a clumsy one, aren’t you, love?”

You roll your eyes playfully. “You weren’t there to save me that time!”

“Oh, I would have caught you, every time. I promise you that, Princess.” His voice is so warm and sweet, it sends a shiver down your spine, and you catch your mom watching the two of you with a knowing smile.

As dessert is served, your mom brings out a picture album, filled with memories of your childhood, and you groan inwardly at your awkward years, but Suguru is enthralled as he sits next to her. “Not that one, Mama!”

“You were the cutest baby. Look at those cheeks!” Suguru laughs a bit, running his finger down the album.

“You were a cute baby.” He murmurs, his eyes lit up, bright like sweet honey now, and you can’t help but fall further, impossibly further every breath you take.

“You’d have cute babies.” Maki says, as she’s shoving cake into Yuta’s mouth, and he has to dab it off his face.

“Maki…” You whisper, freaking out at her bold statement, you know Suguru talks about that… but it’s new and you’re in front of-

“We’d have beautiful babies.” His husky voice declares, and your eyes lock on him then, mouth parted in a gasp.

“You want children?” Your mom asks softly, and he nods, flipping another page to look at you as a toddler.

“Absolutely I do. I’d love to have at least two.”

Twins, you’d be hot with twins.

So full of me.

You feel your pulse thrumming now, as you shift in your seat a bit. “Okay listen, I love you more now.” Maki shoves at Suguru’s shoulder playfully.

“Of course I would love kids. I think… I would just be a little sad they wouldn’t have grandparents from me.” He says softly, clearing his throat then, and you instantly hug him close, feeling him tremble just so slightly.

“Well I’d be the best grandma in the world. So I’d love on them extra.” She reassures him with a gentle touch.

“And we’ll be the godparents on her end.” Yuta says with a smile, you gently brush your hand up and down Suguru’s strong back as he smiles at them.

“I’ll teach your kids how to kick ass. Nobody will fuck with em.” Maki punches her fist and Yuta’s dark eyes widen.

“Maki you’re scary sometimes.”

“They’d have so much love, I promise.” You say softly, and he exhales, pecking a sweet kiss on your forehead.

“Love you, Princess.” He whispers, and your lashes lower as you snuggle up to his strong shoulder.

“I love you, Sugu.”

As drinks and more stories begin to flow, and everyone’s laughing, you realize that these moments, these memories, are worth anything and everything that Mahito ever fucking put you through. And Suguru is here, right beside you, experiencing it all with you, and everyone has fallen in love with him, he fits right in, just as you had last week with his friends.

As the night goes on, you find yourself leaning into him more and more, as the wine hits and you’re a little tipsy, and he’s just stroking your arm up and down softly, igniting a slow fire in your tummy. You run your hand gently up and down his leg, and he peeks at you, then clears his throat when he sees your eyes.

“Should we head out, Princess? You look so… sleepy.” You giggle, nodding then, and you all are hugging your goodbyes.

“Kiss, now.” You demand of Maki and Yuta before you go, the wine makes you even more determined for this to happen.

“Oh fine, Miss Bossy.” Yuta pulls Maki to him, kissing her sweetly, and your mom tears up again.

“Oh all my babies happy.” You hold her close, inhaling that comforting scent of that perfume she wears.

“I need to spend more time with you all. Now that I can.” You hold Suguru’s hand with a smile and he grips yours tightly in his firm grasp, hot, rough palm on you, making you feel so safe.

“You all better! All four of you.”

Suguru got a driver for the evening, and you’re now sitting inside a fancy black car with a partition in the front. He was a little buzzed himself, and now you were nuzzling each other, and fuck he feels so good against you, so good you straddle him now, and so good he’s moaning, looking up at you as the lights pass through the windows.

“You feel s’good, Sugu.” You whisper, grinding then and making him suck in a breath, grabbing at your hips tightly.

“You’re toasted, little Princess.” You just whine out as you feel him against you, and you’re soaked from just that. Your hands cling to his dress shirt, bunching the material as you roll your hips, watching his lips part and his eyes get lidded.

“Suguru Geto, you have my permission to fuck me, as toasty as I get.” He chuckles then, shaking his head as his hands run up and down your body.

“If you’re drunk…”

“I’d want you when I'm drunk, fucked up, wasted.” You whisper in his ear, nipping it and feeling his tense, harder between your thighs. “I’d want you in my sleep.”

“Fuck me… you need some water. It’s all pouring out of your perfect little pussy, isn’t it?” He whispers in your ear now, and you moan out loud, head falling back when he’s pressing you hard down on his lap, when you’re soaking your panties so bad from his big hands on your ribcage, pressing thumbs under your sensitive breasts.

“Fucking love you. Want your babies.” You mumble, making him moan out loud now too, snatching you back to him, pulling your face close and slamming his lips on your own. Your teeth click, your tongues swirling, messy with dripping saliva, and you two devour each other, as you’re throbbing around nothing.

“Want my babies? Do you Princess?” You nod eagerly, sucking in a breath, it was like the car was full of Suguru’s energy, like you’re drowning in each other, and you crave it, crave being consumed by him.

“Yes, please, fuck touch me please.” You whine out, and he’s lifting your hips up, shoving two fingers in your tight entry, and you gush around them, hands now clinging to the back of his neck, gripping that silky hair in your fingers, and he’s looking right at you as you fall apart with his touch.

He’s pressing against that spot, the one Suguru always hits so perfect, and you’re losing yourself, as the wine just enhances every feeling, as his handsome face has your heart in it’s clutches. As he’s playing you like an expert, and you feel yourself getting even closer, as his other hand grips your breast, thumb plucking at one of your perky nipples.

You cry out as you’re getting close, craving more, gasping out as you hear the squelching wetness of his fingers fucking your little pussy so good.

“Cum for me, Princess, let me see you.” He whispers, and you instantly obey, shuddering as it overtakes you, as it washes over you, until you’ve soaked his entire hand, until you can barely see, coming down barely when he’s easing them out, sucking on them, making you crave his cock so bad you can’t take it.

“Need your cock. Please.” You whine, and he takes a breath, kissing you and stilling your hips.

“Wanna get you home, take my time. I missed you all week.” He pouts, and you’re exhaling, clutching him tightly and sighing.

“I missed you too, so much, can you tell?” He grins, those white teeth bright in the dark night, shadows playing off the planes of his face.

“I sure can. She’s ridiculous wet. But Princess, I really wanna tie you all the way up, if you want of course.” Your lashes flutter, as your pulse thrums, you both had played over the phone this week, and he’d brought it up to you.

“I’m so nervous! I trust you, but it’s kind of…”

“We can wait more. I don’t mind.”

“Maybe, but… there is something else I’m down for.”

He raises a dark brow, cupping your face. “Do tell, horny little brat.”

“Hey!” He just grins, and you rest your arms on his shoulders, breasts in his face, and he huffs, starting to plant kisses on the exposed upper breast, one then the other as you feel that tension building again.

“I was thinking of a couple things. Does freaky, former hoe Sugu have whips?” He blinks a bit, nipping your skin between his teeth, shooting pain and pleasure down your body.

“You want me to whip this nice big ass, huh?” You nod, and he grips it now in his hands, squeezing and making you gasp, as more wetness is dribbling so sticky from your little cunt.

“Yeah, want you to mark it everywhere.”

“Jesus fucking… how close are we?”

“I’ll buy you wine any time you want.” He huffs later, as you’re clad only in thigh high stockings and garters, as he’s undressed you eagerly in his living room. You lead him to his own bedroom eagerly with your hand, sauntering in there and giggling.

“Any kind of wine? What about from Tuscany, hmm?” You whisper, and then turn, bending over the bed, ass in the air.

“I’ll buy Tuscany for you, fuck this view.” He’s smacking your ass gently, making you shiver, as you peek over at him, and his eyes are glued to your ass.

“You’re only with me for my big butt.”

He chuckles, shaking his head. “Much, much more, it’s just a very nice cherry on top of a beautiful girl.”

“Charmer.” You stand up, and he gestures you to follow him over, and pulls out a drawer of different whips. “Hoe.”

“Judgy!” You just giggle, running your fingers down his tattoos, slipping your touch against every letter, tracing it as you peek down. “Which one, virgin?”

You stick your tongue up at him, making him roll his eyes with a smirk. “You pick one, what’s good for a beginner?”

“This one. It’s a personal favorite, plus it’s easy to take.”

“Am I gonna whip you, Sugu?”

“You wish.”

“A challenge!”

He’s grinning as he picks you up then, plopping you on the bed, kissing you for a moment, and you eagerly pull his pony tail out, letting his long locks free, falling down the sides of your faces. You run your fingers through it, making him moan when your fingers massage his scalp, and you taste his sweet breath on yours. Then he pulls back, tapping your hip.

“Hands and knees, Princess.” You eagerly do as he softly commands, arching your ass back and then crying out as he’s caressing your thighs with the straps of the leather whip. “I always wonder if I’m dreaming.”

“Me too, Sugu.” You peek back longingly, as he runs a hand down your spine, making you shiver, and he stands then on the floor, hands gripping your ass and making more wetness seep out.

“You know if anything actually hurts, or is too much pain, say something. Yeah, Princess?” You nod eagerly. “If you don’t scream, I’ll get you off. If you do, I’ll edge you for as long as I want.”

“Wait, wha- ah!” You moan out when he gently smacks your ass now with the whip, and then he soothes it with his hand brushing gently.

“Understood, my pretty girl?” You nod then, earning another smack, and it stings but not bad, it’s actually really good.

“Yes, Sir.” You murmur, earning his finger slipping between your lips, finding you slick, making him groan softly.

“Good girl. “Ready for me to get more serious now?” He asks, and you nod, biting your lip.

He’s stroking the leather now, then slaps it once in the palm of his hand, making you jump. “Ready, Sugu.” He then moves behind you, placing his hand on your hip, making you shiver, and the hit across your ass cheek is gentle, and you let out a surprised giggle. “It doesn’t hurt

“Give it a moment, Princess.” He excites you so much you’re dripping on his damn bed, as he hits again, and this one is harder, and you gasp, your legs wobbling, but you don’t scream out. “Such a good girl.”

You feel the heat, in your core, and he touches you again, you’re soaking his hand even further as he presses on that little pearl, making you tremble. He smacks you again with the whip, the sound whooshing through the air before it lands, and you feel that hard smack, painful but it feels so fucking good. You’re wriggling, struggling not to scream, crying out softly instead.

He’s pressing against you now, bent over, kissing a cheek that now has a raised up whelp, nipping it with his teeth. “Pretty Princess, deserve a reward.” He whispers, against your sensitive, stung skin, before spreading your cheeks, lapping your wetness up, then higher, to that little ass hole, and you scream out finally, legs damn near giving out under you.

“Y-yes, Sugu, please…” You arch your ass up for more, making his moan tickle your entrance, then he’s licking that little hole again, pressing his tongue in at the tip, while his chin is rubbing stubble between your folds.

“Taste s’good, fuckin everywhere.” He whispers, mouth full of your cum, then he pulls back, kissing your cheeks again, and you feel the whip on your skin, cool leather making you ache.

You crave more, so much more, you want to be marked by Suguru, to have the pain turn into something beautiful, something that you’ve never felt before and want to feel with him. He is so careful even as he whips you again, this time hard, and it hurts so good, you’re moaning and clutching his soft blankets.

“Perfect, so perfect… gonna hit you here.” He touches your thighs, which tense under his touch, and you nod eagerly, making him chuckle. “This part can hurt more, so let me know if it’s too much?”

“Yes, sir.” You whisper, then he’s hitting you right where your thigh meets your ass, and oh it’s a different kind of pain, it’s a pain that you want to feel more of though, The burn of him smacking there makes you wetter than you’ve ever been before. “Sugu… ah! S-sorry is that…a… scream?”

“No, Princess, I want to hear your sexy little cries. Back of that throat? Fucking kill me, you know.” You can tell he’s excited, as he stares at an ass now raised up with whelps, so pretty arched up for his view, he can see your slick little cunt, all puffy as he’s rubbing it again, as you’re twitching and crying out into his blankets,

And he keeps going, and you keep letting him, because it’s a good kind of pain, and because you’re safe with him. Soon it’s so intense you gasp, as he smacks right where your cunt is with the whip, and it burns, you try to hold it in but you let out a whimper of pain, and he stops, stroking your skin gently.

“You okay, Princess? You’ve taken it so good, we can stop.” He whispers, and you shake your head, turning to look back at him.

“More, please, Sir.”

“You sure? I don’t wanna go too far.”

“I’m sure. A couple more. It feels so good.” You whisper, and he does then, he hits you harder, and you bite your lip to keep from crying out too loudly, but the pain is building up, and you’re getting wetter, as your skin is stinging, as every bit of you is pulsating and reacting.

He hits you one last time, and it’s the hardest one yet, and you let out a loud cry then, unable to hold it in, your knees buckling, and he catches you, holding you tightly against his chest, pulling you against him. He looks to your face, and sees your tears, looking with worry.

“Was it too much-”

“N-No, it’s s’fucking good Sugu.” You’re eagerly kissing him, grinding your ass against him, making him exhale with relief and desire, his nostrils flaring.

“You’re mine, you’re all mine, aren’t you?” He murmurs into your ear, and you nod, your breaths coming out in pants.

“Yes, Sugu, all yours, every bit.” He’s kissing you deeper, as you feel your skin throbbing, but it’s only served to make you so wet you can’t stand it, and you feel him, rock hard under those boxers, right against your back. “I loved it.”

“Your ass like this? Marked by me, fuck. I need you to see it. Can I show you Princess?”

“Yes, show me.” He slips away for a moment, only to return with a photo on his phone of your rounded ass, looking like a damn heart from that angle, and you have lines all across it, raised up whelps, pink, red, purple, decorating your skin. The sight fills you with even more longing.

“Oh, you love it.”

“I do.” You answer softly, leaning on your elbows then, pressing your sore ass more for his touch.

“I’ve never seen something so sexy. Ugh.” He’s sliding his finger up and down that slit now, and you whine out, back arched like a cat.

“Put it in me, please, I was such a good girl.” You whisper pleadingly, then before you know it he’s naked fully, his engorged tip slipping between glistening folds, and you’re gasping, soaking the tip and lolling your head to the side. “Please, oh please, yes.”

“Anything you want, pretty girl.” He shoves in fully, filling you so fucking good, even just a week without it was brutal, without this perfect stretch. He’s tensing, gripping your hips so damn tight it should hurt, but it’s just good, just like his thighs slapping against your sore ass cheeks.

Suguru Geto is now pumping his cock inside you now, and you’re falling forward, face buried in that bed as he’s working behind you, his fingers pressing into those dimples in your back, before caressing those lines he’d left. Then he’s got a grip on your throat, so gentle, pulling you up, your eyes meet as your head is tilted back, both dazed and fucked out now.

His hands tug on your hair, pulling it back, forcing you into even more of a C curve, slamming his lips down on yours, stretching you beyond your means, as his cock’s to the hilt. So deep you feel him in your stomach, his hands now sliding up your entire body, across your sensitive skin, you melt in the embrace, you melt for Suguru, your love, your everything.

He even makes fucking and smacking so sweet, so blissful for you, as he listens to your every sound, as his big body consumes you. You’re forming to his every touch, his every whisper mingling in your ear, intermixed with your shared breaths in the quiet room, filled with all of your shared sighs and murmurs. Suguru makes you blinded with how much you feel.

“Perfect Princess.” He purrs in your ear, and you buck up at it, as he then flips you on your back, kissing up your throat, biting just so, making you swallow at how intense it feels, as he’s lighting every nerve ending up like a flowing fire, burning your skin, your flesh, your soul.

He’s looking down at you, holding himself at the base of his cock, sliding up and down your cunt, and you’re begging for him to fill you. His strong jaw is clenching, those hollows in his cheeks sucking in as he sinks back inside your wet little hole, which sucks him so greedily in. Suguru cups your cheek with his free hand, so gently as his cock wrecks you.

“S-Sugu…” You whisper, and he groans so sexy, leaning down on you now, hard chest pressed against soft breasts, spreading your thighs so wide they ache from the stretch.

“Feel s’good, s’perfect… you’re… mine. Mine.” You die at that then, and you cling to him, nails digging into his shoulder blades, as his back muscles bunch and tense with each thrust.

“Yours. Yours. Forever.” He sucks in a breath, and your eyes lock, his cock presses in excruciatingly slow, and you’re surrounded, filled with him.

“Mine forever.” You blink back tears, but you fail, of course you do, and the pads of his thumbs brush them away as he’s pressing in your cervix, and your hips buck up, and he’s filling you so goddamn good. “Mine, mine. Only mine. My p-princess.”

“Yours, yours. You’re mine. Mine.” You whisper back, gasping and clinging to him as you’re closer and closer, and he’s right there with you, tensing, rhythm so jerky as he’s throbbing in your little entrance. You whimper, from the back of your throat, as he’s fucking into you slow, each stroke destroying your psyche.

“Cum with me, Princess, please. Please.” Suguru begs then, and you do exactly as he says, shuddering and your eyes are slamming shut. “No. Look at me.”

You struggle to focus as that orgasm rocks you, having you a fucking mess in his strong arms, that cling to you, his honeyed eyes so goddamn intense as they drink your every feature. His head tilts up, chin in perfect position for your kisses, you kiss down his throat, biting taut skin between your teeth when you do cum so hard you can’t handle it anymore, and you’re outright scream.

Suguru Isn't far after you, chasing his release as he’s cupping your face, your thighs shoved up high, making that stretch even more intense. “Cum in me, Sugu, need it please.”

“Need all this cum, sweet girl? Need me to breed you?” His deep timbre does all sorts of fucking things, and now you feel that sweat beading on your forehead, he swipes it off, as it forms on his face. You gently reach out, nodding as he pushes in even deeper.

“Please, please.” He lets go then, fucking hard just for a bit before he’s reaching down to between your bodies, finding your clit with ease, you shiver at the sensation, as it pushes you over the edge. “Sugu, too much, f-fuck!”

“Cum one more time, please Princess. Please. Let me feel you.” He huffs, and you shatter, as his thumb presses in little circles, as he’s pumping his cum then, and his brows draw low, as yours draw together. You both cling to each other, and he’s studying your face, even as he’s cumming so much, pusing that load inside your cunt.

“Sugu-Sugu! Y-yes!” You scream then, loudly as you cum right with him, filled by that warmth that’s coating your walls, so sticky and hot. You try to cum down, try to breathe, consumed by him, by everything, he’s tearing your body apart as he’s putting you right back together.

“So- ha- beautiful when you cum. S-so… beautiful. Love.” He’s still pushing, and you’re fucking wrecked now, sweaty skin, messy hair he’s brushing back, and finally he eases, just barely pushing now. You’re still so sensitive every breath makes you twitch, makes you jerk against him.

“Love. Love. You.” You’re barely breathing the words out, and Suguru leans up on an elbow, still so intimately connected, caressing your cheek.

“Is this what wine does to you?” You giggle then, shaking your head, stroking the soft hair that’s fallen down from his head, brushing soft on your chest.

“You do this to me. Wine enhanced it.” He smirks, so goddamn charming, before pulling you to your side, hands gently running down your back. You’re grinding against him from just that, as you’re on edge from your intense orgasms. Every breath on your skin kills you.

“Wish you knew how beautiful you look like this.” He murmurs, touching your heart, your soul, as you try to stay stuck to this plane of existence.

“You make me feel so beautiful in your arms. I never wanna leave.” You whisper out, snuggling your face into his throat. “Weekends aren’t enough.”

“They’re not. You can just move in?”

“No way! So soon.”

“Hmph. We were just talking about babies. And got your mom’s permission you know.” He taps on the tip of your nose, and you flush then, as you’re both a tangle of limbs.

“Of course you have it. She adores you.” Your hand trails his neck, the strong corded muscle there. “But be serious.”

“I am, I’d let you whenever you wanted to. Your home is here when you’re ready.” You’re sobbing soon, and he has to hold your shaking body, as it heaves with them, as your tears shed down his hot chest.

“Stop that. Stop it!”

“What, telling the truth?”

“Being perfect. Being all I can think of. Being everything.” Now you’re desperately kissing him, and he’s trying to swipe the endless stream away, failing, breathing just against your mouth.

“Want me to stop? I can’t stop loving you like this.” Suguru’s hands tremble as they rub up and down your body, and you feel every sense heightened, as your shoulders shake with sobs.

You’re pouncing on him then, hopelessly kissing every part of his face and throat you see as you’re on his lap, and his arms wrap around your waist, so tiny in his big grasp. “Suguru Geto you stop it, how much can I cry!?”

“You’re so pretty crying. Glittery eyes, red cheeks, these glistening streaks.” He gently touches your body, and his words, his touch, makes you float, it’s as if nothing ever existed but you and Suguru Geto.

“Love you, Sugu. Making me a mess.”

“You already were the prettiest mess.” You smile through those tears, and he is taking such good care of you after, making sure you’re okay.

Sunday Night

You and Suguru are kissing in front of your apartment door now, over and over, to the point you’re convinced neither of you are going to make it to work the next day. He’s got you pressed against your door, hands slipping down the jut of your hips, kissing down your neck, and your hands interlocked behind his neck as he does, silently begging for more kisses.

Your neighbor comes out then, and you both abashedly step apart, but she just smiles at you both, and the elderly lady gives you a wink. You both laugh softly at that, and now your kisses are less heated, and Suguru is kissing a little more chaste, as his turned up eyes glitter with mischief.

“My neighbor thinks you’re hot.” You tease, pressing on his chest and holding him at a distance so you can breathe a bit, everything has gotten far too hot suddenly.

“Does she now?” He hums the words softly, his voice alone washing over you, hitting right between your thighs again. “Are you getting jealous of a little old lady?”

“Absolutely, she stared at your butt.” You both snorted in laughter then, and Suguru sighs, thumb brushing over your lower lip, glossy and reddened from his kisses, from the nip of his teeth.

“I’ve got plans next weekend for us. I’ll order you something to wear…”

“You don’t have to buy me things!”

“Just let me? Please. I wanna decorate this pretty neck.” He whispers with a pout on those lips, and you giggle now, nodding. “Good girl.”

“You can buy me two things max!”

“Five. Got it.”

“Sugu!” He grins against your lips, and then you all are falling into each other damn near again, until another neighbor walks out, waving hello to you all. You all wave back, then you’re holding hands.

“This feels like high school.” He says softly, kissing your hand, and just that brush of soft lip on your knuckles makes you bite your lip, shifting, feeling too warm.

“In high school I was such an art nerd. I was hiding in art class even after school. No boys for me. So even better.”

“No prom?” He asks with a frown, and your lashes lower in embarrassment. “What! Unacceptable.”

“School dances weren’t my thing. Bet you were some prom king.”

“That was Satoru, not me.” You both laugh again, then he sighs as he sees how late it is. “I hate to go.”

“You’re going to be so tired, you have a long drive. Go on, now.” You pat his butt, earning a playful glare as he finally pulls away, so difficult when you two were basically like magnets to each other.

“Fine, get rid of me then, mean Princess.” He kisses you once more, and it feels so sweet, so perfect, you look up at him adoringly.

“Love you, text me when you get home?”

“I will. Love you.” He finally heads off after shifting his feet, then kissing you on your forehead, and you already fucking miss him.

You hate it that Suguru has to work, that you have to work, and far away from each other, at that. Of course you both will call and text constantly all week, but nothing is like being in his arms, is it? Your apartment seems so sad, so lonely, as you turn your key, then you freeze, as it’s already unlocked.

Shit.

Did you forget?

Your trembling hand turns the key, as you step into your dark apartment, peering around in the dark, and nothing looks messed with, so you try to calm down. Surely you just forgot-

“Hey, sweetheart.” You freeze as the door shuts and locks behind you with a click, and there he is, the fucker you should have punched, Mahito.

But he doesn’t have the crazed look in his eyes, he seems oddly calm, blue eyes wide as they stare right into your own. You back up, peering around to see what weapon you should bust out, but he’s got his hands up, and you blink a bit when he steps through and the street lights from below shine in a place your curtain was no longer covering.

As if he’d been looking out of it.

“Get out. Get the fuck out!” You hold your purse and smack him with it, that doesn’t do a damn thing of course, it just falls to the floor, mascara, keys and your wallet scattering out across your carpet.

“I’m not going to hurt you.” You back away until you stumble on your own coffee table now, he catches you before you trip, and his hands on you feel disgusting, you smack at them, shoving him as hard as you can. “Stop it, I won’t hurt you.”

“You hurt me for years! Get the fuck out, go!” You smack him as hard as you can, and you see he’s still bruised and cut from Suguru. He glares for just a moment, then he’s on his knees, holding you around your hips, burying his face against your tummy, and you shove at him, pushing his arms off. “The fuck, Mahito!

“I am so sorry for what I did. Please, forgive me sweetheart.” He’s gripping your hips so tight you wince, pulling on his tight grip and wriggling your hips.

“Fuck this game, get out! Ugh!” Mahito looks up at you, pouting, and you have no clue what the fuck his game is. You faintly see stitches in his face, likely from Suguru’s fists, and he’s just looking at you.

“I treated you so awful, yet you didn’t hit me. Not when you could have. I knew it then…” He slowly stands up, hands on your face, and you grit your teeth then.

“I’ll hit you now then.” You smack the fuck out of him again, and his eyes narrow, as he drags his hands down your body, making the pit in your stomach ever expand.

“I should have been the first, I should have been.” You tense, as his hands grip your ass then, and you try to knee him, but now he’s pinning you down, and you are shoved against the table, and then fear truly sets in, as he’s staring at you with insane eyes. “I’ll be easy with you, don’t you know I truly loved you?”

“Get off! Get off.” You smack at him now, and he’s shoving your skirt up with one hand, the other gripping your throat and pinning you down. You smack and punch at him until he huffs, pinning your wrists up. “Get off, I swear to god. Don’t.”

“You’re struggling for nothing, I said I’d be easy. Nicer to you. Didn’t you want my touch for so long?” He’s practically cooing his nasty words, pressing all his weight on you as he straddles you, you’re trying to push and kick, but he’s too strong, too heavy, and you feel your throat tightening, your breaths growing shallower.

“Get off, please, don’t do this, please! After everything… why now!?”

“I fucked up, sweetheart, I did. I’ll take care of this. Then you’ll stay. I just need you back, don't you remember, only I can love you like you are, nobody else can understand you." He whispers against your cheek, and it feels like a knife sliding down your spine.

"I don't want you. I want Suguru.” He glares then, his false ‘sweet demeanor’ running out the window. “Get off!" You spit out, trying to buck him off, and he slaps you so hard your cheek feels like it's on fire, knocking your head hard into your wooden table now, it makes a cracking soun, making you dizzy as you whimper.

Your eyes start watering, and now his hand is down your panties, and your skin is crawling, your whole body recoiling. You scream now, and his hand is over your mouth, muffling your sounds, as you’re trying to kick his balls, to bite his hand, but he’s too fast, too strong. “Nobody loves you like I do, nobody ever will.”

You bite his hand now, and you almost get him off you, jumping up and punching at his face, only for him to hold you from behind now, shoving your thighs apart. "I should have touched you more. Forgive me, sweetheart and I'll show you how good I can be."

You’re crying now, as he’s got your hands behind your back, pulling so hard you feel the strain, as his hot breath is disgusting against your neck. “Get the fuck off me! I don’t want you, I never will.”

“You’re lying, sweetheart, but it’s okay. I’ll forgive you.” Now he’s shoving a finger inside you, so painfully that you’re sure he’s going to rip something, nail dragging as he is moaning, and you’re feeling sick, you’re feeling like everything is going to shatter into a million fucking pieces.

This isn’t happening.

It’s a nightmare.

It has to be a nightmare.

But your legs are shaking, and your eyes are blurry with tears, as you close your legs then, twisting your body until you finally can headbutt him. He cries out, holding his face and you get to your phone, swiping it open before he’s got you back on the floor, maddening eyes drinking in your fear.

“I was so wrong. You are beautiful like this. I’ll show you.” He’s squeezing your throat so hard you’re fading, adrenaline making you reach for the phone, frantically swiping as you hope one of those damn swipes calls someone, anyone. He throws the phone, caressing your cheek with his other hand now. “Stop struggling, let me take good care of you. Don’t you always come back?”

You struggle and struggle, pulling at his hand and wriggling your body, as he’s got his fingers back inside you, and all you can think about is Suguru, and how you were finally happy, just for a bit. As you fade out more, your oxygen further depleted, you think just how happy you were with him.

Then things fade, and get fuzzy, as Mahito whispers what he thinks are sweet words to you, looking lovingly in this fake, disgusting way, his face fades too. Things crash around you, and you slowly realize that maybe you can’t escape him, can’t escape this terror that clutches your hearts with its long talons.

Your body starts to go limp and your mind fades off and all that you see is Suguru’s handsome face, smiling at you, and you cling to it.

Suguru.

Was he a dream?

#suguru x reader #jujutsu kaisen suguru #suguru geto smut #getou suguru x reader #jjk suguru #geto suguru #geto #geto x you #geto x reader

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marchsfreakshow · 12 hours

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Dinner Blues [Warren Lipka]

Angst / fluff ending because duh

Warren promised dinner. Because you set it up. So, where was he come day of your planned dinner together?

Ooooooo yeah. Angst. I love this idea, and I consistently have Warren brainrot I'm so sorry I'll never shut up about him.

No one's perspective

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It had been a year.

You never thought it was possible. In your head, Warren would get bored a month or two in then leave. He was never a committal type of guy, even when the two of you were just friends. You'd see him go through hookups and month-long relationships like it was no one's business. Maybe he'd stay single for a few months after one person, but one day, boom. Another hazy girl hanging off his arm purely because she complimented Warren's hair and his eyes.

That just made it all the more surprising when you made Warren celebrate 3 months with you. Then 6. Then 10. Now 12. Even more surprising to Spencer as well, he'd never seen his friend become so, whipped for someone before. Warren's eyes never strayed at parties. He was always touching you in some way at those parties, keeping you close to him. His hand staying on your hip as you walked around, drunkenly rambling to whoever about your current favourite movie or TV show. Everyone around you was surprised at it in some way.

A few days before today, you made silent plans for dinner. What you were going to cook, how long, and what else the rest of the day was going to look like. It was gonna be perfect, and you were 100% sure Warren would be up for it. He's always been up for that before, why would it change today?

But...he let the phone ring. He didn't answer you. Warren always answered you. No matter what time you called, he would be right there at your front door with weed and snacks. Instead, you figured Spencer would know where Warren was. As soon as you pressed call on Spencer's number, someone picked up. "Heyy sunshine..."

"Warren. What the fuck...w-where are you? Why didn't you answer me on your phone? Why didn't you come over if your phone was broken or something? That's what you always do." Your voice was a mix of frustration and sadness, that much was obvious.

"Okay..so..listen.." Warren started, his voice slightly slurred. Great, he was drunk...how wonderful! "I kinda just...got busy."

"With?" You never doubted your relationship with Warren, at least, not until now. In the back of your head, you just had a nagging that he just stole Spencer's phone, and wasn't even with him anymore. There was no raving music in the background, no people shouting or screaming. No footsteps bouncing. So he wasn't anywhere where a party was. Maybe he was on his own.

"Spencer."

Figured. "Figured."

Warren hung on silence. An excruciating silence. It got worse with every second that passed; like a ticking time bomb. "Warren.."

"ssshhhh! Listen! Okay... okay..so like, Spencer knows more romantic shit than me. Right?" He hung on a few seconds of silence again. "Rriiiggghhhtt?"

"...right?"

"I went over. Asked him for help. He's bullshit at that by the way I'm never asking for his help again." Despite how upset and annoyed you currently felt, you couldn't stop a little chuckle from leaving your lips. "...pretty little laugh." The stoner remarked quietly, smiling to himself as he heard your chuckle through the phone.

"Bet you got that small smile on ya face huh sunshine?" He tried to coax his way out of the hard conversation, not like it would work though. Not fully.

"Warren." You stated, your voice firm, attempting to not betray yourself of the anger. "Come on...carry on. What else?"

He sighed deeply, now figuring he couldn't worm his way out of this one with charm. "Okay, so basically...basically...I continued to ask as we just drunk. Then, I sorta..just..forgot."

"not the first time you've forgotten."

And he suddenly hung up. He..hung up. That'd never happened before. The whiplash whipped the breath out of your lungs for a moment, eyes suddenly wide. Tears made your vision blurry, and glossy. Mouth agape slightly. Suddenly your chest hurt..like your heart psychically broke at the sound. Like the phenomenon of someone dying from a broken heart. You knew Warren wouldn't turn up at your doorstep. He wasn't that type of person. He never would be.

The ingredients laid out on your kitchen counter suddenly seemed uninteresting. They seemed like the least fun things in the world. Your empty house seemed a lot more empty and silent. The phone in your hand vibrated occasionally with a message, but you couldn't find the right motivation to check it. Instead, you placed your phone down on your bedside table and went out silently.

No music in your earphones, no phone in your pocket. It felt cliché, and it was not lost on you as you walked around aimlessly. You certainly didn't need to walk somewhere specific. Thoughts were passing by nonchalantly. The walk went on for an hour, you probably circled a few streets over and over. But, you just stopped for a moment, staring at the ground and taking another deep sigh. "Sunshinee.." a voice crept up on you, arms wrapping over your shoulders, bringing you close to his chest. Warren pressed kisses to your cheek, smiling cheesily. Like nothing had ever happened. "Why'd you go somewhere without telling me huh? Visited your place but you weren't there..."

"...Because I did." You sighed, barely hugging Warren back. "You disappointed me Warren. Today was supposed to be a nice day. I haven't seen you all day."

Warren's heart felt like it dropped in his chest at your words. Your own heartbreak was obvious. "No..nononono baby listen to me.." Your eyes avoided his eyes. His sudden worry, scared look. It made your heartbreak worse. Another blink, and another load of tears brimming your eyes. Warren stuttered out his answer quietly, holding onto your shoulders a bit too tightly. "I. I just...I really did forget. I want... wanted to make you happy today. I promise I did! Y-you know I love you.."

Beat of silence between you, as you both took in his words. Warren looked slightly surprised that he said those words too. Like his brain didn't connect with his mouth. It hung in the air for a few minutes. Unblinking stares. Neither of you wanted to say anything for a moment, just making sure you heard him correctly the first time. "You love me?"

"I love you." His response was quick. Like he couldn't help himself.

"if you love me why did you leave me alone on the most important day in our lives?"

The excruciating quiet came back. Warren didn't know what to say, or how to say what was on his mind. The ambience of cars going past and people talking about their own lives and worries. "C-c'mon now sweet...I..you know..I just.." Your lack of response spoke a lot to Warren. "...f-fine! Fine! Jesus..okay..look! I'm sorry okay? I'm really fuckin sorry."

A deep, shaky sigh left you as a response, and your words were left. "Just..just come on. L-lemme drive you home. Please. Please sweet..y-ya don't have to say anything." Warren immediately took your hand, trying to lead you to the car. The more he spoke, the worse you felt. Wait. Why should you feel bad? He's the one who skipped out on your anniversary. You sat down in the passenger seat, a musk of weed and general cigarette stink in the car. His hand on your thigh felt uncomfortably familiar.

As the car started, you finally found something to say. "... where's your phone?" He held his phone up from the middle section. Of fucking course. "Jesus Warren.."

"I didn't realise it was there until I got in my car earlier."

You sighed deeply, used to this type of bullshit now, but today it felt worse. The town ran past you, full of dim lights and passing cars. You never felt an awkward silence between the two of you before. What on earth were going to do? The drive went as slowly as it felt like it was. Warren hesitated to rest his hand on your thigh, but did so anyway, the cold palm against your skin making the drive a bit more bearable. He occasionally looked over at you, feeling the guilt wring up more in his heart. Why did you have to be so beautiful when you were upset? Puffy eyes, red cheeks. Being lit and unlit by the street lamps that you drove past together. "You really are a pretty thing.."

You looked over to Warren, giving him a little smile. He's pretty sure he could watch you smile like that for hours on end. The drive was a bit eased now as Warren complimented you, finally making it to your place after what felt like hours. Watching your house for a second, Warren grabbed your hand, subconsciously playing with your fingers. "Sweet.." He started, making you look over to him. Eyes met his, practically melting you despite the ache in your heart.

"...I do love you.."

You could almost see the relief and light come back in his eyes and a smile graced Warren's face. He immediately held your face, stroking your cheeks with a wide smile. "T-thank fuck...I love you..how can I make this shit up to you? Just tell me.."

A glance back to your place, and a little idea came to you. "just come inside..okay?" Once you got an okay from Warren, you stepped out of the car, immediately heading down to the front door. The stoner trailed behind you like some sort of pup, bound to be by your side 24/7. He held the door open, immediately took your shoes off for you and picked you up. Taking you up to your room, and throwing gently placing you down on your bed. Wrapping your blankets around you, not particularly choosing to listen to your no's between small giggles.

"Alright. You're in bed. Tight." He grinned, smiling down at you from slightly straddling you. With a little grin, Warren leaned down, kissing your face, not giving you a moment to breathe. Eventually, though, he sat up, still grinning. "Okay. How about this? Weed, Scream, and Halloween?"

"...yeah that sounds good." You replied, slightly breathless but with a smile.

"Good. I love you."

"fuck... you're an idiot...I love you Warren.."

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Tags: @babygorewhore / @taintandviolent / @oceanblvd111 / @nahoyasboyfriend / @coentinim / @slutforgarlogan / @briaroftheroses @am3ricanh0rrorwh0re /. @evanpeterspeter / @feefymo / @fear-is-truth / @lacucarachapisser / @marchsfreak / @saintlucretia / @jazz-berry / @t8-ak47 / @lemoniiiiiii

#warren lipka #warren lipka x reader #warren lipka x y/n #warren lipka x you #american animals #evan peters #angst #fluff #evan peters x reader

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d1g1tal-d1ary · 2 days

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I‘ve been having this addicted!Simon brainrot and I can‘t get it out of my head:

addicted!Simon who you‘ve met in a supermarket late at night as you were strolling through the isles, searching for your latest craving.

addicted!Simon who later turned out to live just across the street in one of the apartments when you both walked home and accidently walked each other home; laughing awkardly when he stood at the door of the apartment complex across from you.

addicted!Simon who you‘ve fucked occasionally (which honestly meant everytime he was at home from deployment) so it was natural that you‘d find out about his addiction sooner or later.

addicted!Simon who didn‘t take any heroin nor did he smoke - no, he took Morphine. One night, when you‘d found the many empty ampoules of Morphine, you‘d asked him about it and he‘d openly told you that he was addicted ever since that one injury where the nurses gave him some due to the immense pain he‘d been in.

addicted!Simon who doesn‘t function without his drugs; he was far too addicted to get through a day without taking it. So, anytime he ran out of it, he was just so tensed and annoyed that he got upset over the smallest things you did.

addicted!Simon with whome you found yourself arguing more and more; practically draining you as all he‘s doing is insult you and blame you for his problems. "You never told me to quit, did ya?“

addicted!Simon with whome you finally cut things off one night when he was even threatening to slap you if you didn‘t stop nagging about his drug problems even though all you wanted for him was to be safe. It had become visible now that he was addicted to some shit and even the nurses at his base hadn‘t missed the way Morphine was running low almost everytime.

addicted!Simon who doesn‘t leave you alone; he‘s knocking on your door everytime he comes home, practically forcing himself into your tiny apartment just so he can take you everywhere for one night, just to disappear soon before the sun rises.

addicted!Simon who knocks on your door one day, almost slamming the door shut behind him and putting a tiny cup on your kitchen table..

"I need 'ya to pee,“ he‘d said; you could see the worry in his eyes; you could feel his panic rising.

"Simon..“ was all you‘d mumbled, but you‘d obeyed and filled a cup with your pee. And that‘s how you found yourself not only fucking him every once in a while even though you two were broken up, but also cover up every damn drug test Price made him do because Simon has been a bit too suspicious lately.

#so me coded #cod modern warfare #cod mw2 #cod #ghost cod #simon ghost riley #ghost x reader #ghostface #simon riley x reader #simon riley x you #simon ghost x reader #simon riley smut #headcanon #ghost headcanons #writers on tumblr

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xxgoblin-dumplingxx · 1 day

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I'm in severe pain cause of endometriosis right now, can we get more loganxwadexdisabled!reader :3

"Out fucking cold," Wade declared.

Logan grunted, nodding wordlessly. He knew that. He could hear the change in your breathing once the medication kicked in. And again when sleep finally won out.

"You okay, Peanut?"

"Sure. Just glad she's not fucking screaming anymore."

"Pretty sure the screaming was mostly frustration," Wade hummed. "I had days like that where I just wanted to scream because it fucking hurt and there was nothing I could do about it."

In the dark of the bedroom Logan readjusted to be able to see both of you. Wade had a hand in your hair still, watching you with an expression that was hard to read. "And she can't even remember not hurting like that- I don't think."

Logan put his hand on top of Wade's and Wade smiled wryly, "If she could fight we'd be fucked."

"Probably," Logan snorted.

"Looks like you get to be all big and bad and tell her boss she's staying home tomorrow-"

"Good luck with that."

Wade grinned, "I had to double her fucking dose. Tomorrow morning she won't even know what day of the week it is. We could tell her it's Saturday and she'd probably buy it as long as I make pancakes and no on turns on the news."

Logan huffed a laugh and laid his hand on your back when you stirred in your sleep, making a soft little whimper that made him wince. "She's gonna be pissed."

"But she'll feel better," Wade said confidently. "Naps, kisses, and having hunky guys at her beck and call? If that doesn't fix some shit I don't know what will."

"Not a goddamn nurse-"

"Me either, Logi-bear," Wade reminded, "But-" He looked down at your sleeping form meaningfully. "Who else is gonna do it?"

A soft growl was the only answer but, he knew that it was true. You needed rest. Bad pain days were exhausting. They'd both seen you come home looking dazed and drained- like it took all your mental energy just to deal with it. But it had never been LIKE THIS. You'd learned to manage.

But this scared him. Scared them both.

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In the morning, when you did wake up, Logan peered around the bathroom door and watched you carefully.

You sat up slowly and had to get your bearings. Eyes are half-open and still red. And his chest hurt. He wondered how many mornings you'd had to do this alone.

"How do you feel?" he asked, wiping shaving cream off his face and coming over.

"Like I got hit by a truck," you rasp.

"How's the pain?"

"It's there," you tell him, starting to get out of bed. You have to move. Your head feels like it's full of cotton. Your mouth feels like you were licking bowling alley carpet. And You're starving. "But I gotta get ready and-"

"We called you in," Logan said.

"But I gotta work and I need to get my stuff done today so I can-"

"Your boss was more than willing to give you a day off," Logan said, waiting to catch you if you wavered as you tested your feet on the floor. "You over did it, yesterday, huh?"

"I was fucking mad. It's just so fucking stupid. Every fucking year-"

"Hey," he stopped you and tilted your chin up. Bending down to kiss you gently. "don't hurt yourself just to prove something."

"Pot-"

"It's different," he grumbled.

"It's really not. I just don't heal." You take a deep breath and haul yourself to your feet with a groan. He watched you go, making your way to the shower and frowned. But he let you go, keeping an ear out in case you needed help as he went out to find Wade.

"Mornin' Peanut," he said, "How's our patient?"

"Getting a shower," he said frowning as he poured a cup of coffee.

"Someone's been dick slapped with some reality this morning," Wade said kissing his head, " 'S'matter, Logi-bear? Did our girlfriend just remind you-"

"Shut up," Logan growled. It was different. No one expected you to do all that shit. Sure you COULD. You weren't helpless. Or as fragile as he thought when he first met you. But- it was different.

"That's a yes," Wade hummed, kissing his head.

He growled and Wade huffed a laugh; both of them paused for a moment when there was a clatter from the bathroom and Logan half shrugged, "Shampoo bottle."

Wade nodded and carried on, putting food on the table; fussing with details. Making sure that there were pancakes with hearts on them for you and grumpy faces for Logan.

You come out in fresh pajamas and Wade bounds over, tilting your chin up and kissing your face, "She lives!" he declared. "And she looks like heaven."

"I feel like death warmed over."

"Well you'll feel better with pancakes," he said, "and hot chocolate."

"I'm gonna go into a sugar coma," you tell him, pulling him down to kiss him.

"You can't be in a coma," Wade said, "we're educating Logan on pop culture today. And you have a full day of pampering ahead of you-"

"Wade I'll be okay I just need-'

"Ah-ah-ah," he said, guiding you to the table. "This is for us," he explained. "We're traumatized. And now you just gotta let us get it out of our system. And I prefer to do it by making sure you're spoiled. Logan would probably fight your spine if he could figure out a way to do it."

#ask answered #minors dni #reader insert #wolverinexdeadpoolxreader #disabled!reader

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haunteddollz · 2 days

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stranger things masterlist

pairing(s): steve harrington x fem!reader (henderson)

summary: The party needs help from someone and to steve's displeasure (not really) the only person they can think of is you.

WARNING(S): cursing, fluff, and angst

author's note: this is from my old account as well sooo...

In the depths of night, Y/n Henderson was washing dishes before her mother arrived home.

She was peacefully listening to her Walkman until she saw her brother and his friends rush into the residence.

She took off her headphones and paused her Walkman. With eyebrows furrowed she looked at the group confused.

She was about to ask until she was rudely interrupted,

“What the h-”

“No time to chat! We need your help.”

The girl looked at them dumbfounded with her lips pursed and head cocked forward.

(if you have an idea of what i mean good for you if not then idk)

The younger Henderson rolled his eyes and exhaled, he continued to explain what the fuck was going on. She continued to wash and put away the dishes as she listened to her brother ramble on about Vecna and him being some powerful dark wizard.

She turned around and leaned against the sink with her arms crossed with an amused look on her face.

Once Dustin saw the look on her face he stopped talking.

“You don’t believe us do you?”

She let out an amused chuckle and replied, “Oh no, I believe you, especially with the shit that happened last time. Mind you I was in the same lab as El. I’m good with weird.”

She smiled that devilish smile and looked at the rest of them. Stopping on the boy that broke her heart.

She continued speaking and pushed herself onto the counter, “I mean c'mon I’m friends with Eddie for god’s sake. People call us freaks. I think I’d be expected to be good with weird.”

The group all nodded in unison and understanding. All saying ‘Yeah that makes sense’ .

They looked at Y/n waiting for an answer. The girl was confused as to why it got so quiet until Robin asked, “Soooo are you helping or not?”

The older Henderson’s eyes widened in realization. “Oh! I completely forgot about that. Uhhhhh- I mean I have nothing else to do so I g-”

She was interrupted by Max, “Great! Then let’s go.” The girl quickly rushed of the room leaving everyone else in the dust.

Everyone nodded and soon started walking along with the girl. Except Y/n stayed planted in her spot with another person. That person being…..

Steve 'The Hair’ Harrington

She rolled her eyes at him and tried to walk away but before she could even step out of the kitchen Steve stepped in the way.

Y/n huffed in annoyance, not wanting to hear anything he had to say. She turned to him and said, “Get out of my way Harrington.” He cringed at the formalities between them. He couldn’t help but think of what they used to be but it was his fault. He broke her heart.

The look that she gave Steve sent shivers down his spine. He felt the built-up guilt bubbling inside him from three years ago.

Before, they were a happy couple both in their freshman year. They were the 'it couple’. They were happy until their junior year. Junior year they started to drift apart. Steve started spending more time with Nancy.

Y/n felt neglected and turned to Eddie Munson. They built a friendship they never thought was possible. That was until she heard about Steve’s party and some events that occurred at the Harrington residence.

Y/n was heartbroken. Steve still tried to act like he didn’t fuck Nancy the next day. She told Eddie and all he said was, “Harrington is pussy whipped.” Hearing that Y/n rolled her eyes and laughed with her best friend.

The ex-couple is still standing in the kitchen just staring at each other.

Steve started to speak, “I just, I know what I did was fucked up and I’m so sorry for what I did. I know I can’t change the past but I know I’ve changed. I just wanted to give you closure I guess.”

Y/n furrowed her eyebrows in frustration.

“I don’t need closure. That was a long time ago. We’ve both grown up and I hope we’ve both have at least on your part. Yeah sure I was upset and angry but in the end, all I wanted was for you to be happy. And if Nancy made you happy then to hell with my feelings. I knew I would get better in the meantime. I mean yeah I still have feelings for you so what. I thought I would get over you and let you be but it seems like only one part actually worked…”

As the girl kept rambling on and on. A habit that she has when she’s nervous much like Robin. Steve tries to stop the girl from rambling to have what he needs to say.

“Y/n…..”

She still rambles on.

He says laughing, “Y/n!”

The Henderson replied, “What?”

Steve chuckled while running his fingers through his hair, “You’re rambling. After a while when I was with Nancy more like when she said that our love was bullshit. I thought about you. I thought of how happy I was with you and how I wasn’t that big of a douchebag with you. You made me a better person and it finally came to me. I still love you and I always have. I haven’t felt anything for Nancy in the past two years. It’s always been you.”

(ewwww cringe)

Tears came to both of their eyes.

“Steve I get that. I do still love you but I can’t be with you again. I put that all behind me but I will gladly see what our friendship could turn into.” Steve nodded frantically saying, “Yes! I mean yes of course that’s all I need.”

With smiles on their faces, they walked out of the girl's house with a newfound friendship and ran to catch up with the party.

#fluff #angst low key #stranger things #steve harrington #steve harrington x reader #steve harringston x you #steve harrington x fem!reader #henderson!reader

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writingcold · 22 hours

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Chapter Eight - Internal flaws and internal conflicts will lead the way

Content Warnings: I need to put this here - this is a work of fiction. There will be imagery of violence, character deaths, inequities, poverty, heavy angst, and adult sexual situations throughout the story. Please read at your own discretion. All characters are fictional, though some of the big events that are shown are historical, but may not be historically accurate.

Thank you to @edgingthedarkness for all of her help as my all mighty beta for this fiction. She listened to me drone on and on about it for months on end. She really took a bullet for this one! She created the banner for this story as well! Also thank you to @katuschka for her amazing skills in bringing our hero Jakub to life. Divider art by @ firefly-graphics.

The Dead

Jake X Fem!Reader

Chapter Eight word count: approximately 6000 words

Warnings in this part: Sibling arguing, feelings of self doubt, grief.

Chapter 8.1: Swansong in the Graveyard

“Spill it,” Owen said as he stared directly into his phone.

Fighting the urge to laugh, I found distraction in yanking the pan of eggs from the stove before they burned. “Spill what?”

“Gran says that you’re still in Frankenmuth.”

I nodded as I plated up my breakfast. “So?”

“I don’t know when the last time you were in a single place that long just to do research,” he jabbed. “If you wanted a dude in lederhosen, I could’ve flown you here to-”

I grumbled, bobbling my plate and coffee to the table away from the phone. “It’s just more than I planned on. That’s all.”

“Still not talking about the story is what is bothering me,” he admitted, turning back to the screen just as I returned to grab my phone from the counter. “Typically you’re done with research and writing by now. How interesting can that touristscape be?”

I rolled my eyes and moved the topic away from me but it boomeranged back within minutes.

“What about that literacy bit you have - isn’t that coming up?”

Eating slowly, I explained how the conference would traverse across three days and many state-based authors and educators of all levels teaming up for more impactful and meaningful methods of catching the interest of kids and adults …

“Stop,” he growled as I finally hit the bored button. A twinkle in his eye caught me off guard as he leaned in close. “You gonna take the cute pilot to the conference?”

I blinked. I blinked again as my brother’s grin grew smug. “Pardon?”

“The pilot? Maybe he can fly you two out and then-”

“Owen,” I tried to break in, but he continued to ramble. He spoke unabashedly. “Owen, please.”

“Come on, Y/n,” he jabbed. “He’s a good looking guy. How could you not-”

“I’m hanging up.”

“No! What the hell is going on?”

“Don’t want to talk about it.”

He sat back in his chair. When I finally looked at the screen and took in his expression, I knew he got it. Maybe.

“Since when?”

“Since when, what?” I dodged.

“You’re not seeing that guy.”

“Well, since it wasn’t anything but fun anyway-”

“Jesus,” he huffed. He did not bother to wait for my response. “When are you gonna give this up and take meeting someone seriously?”

“Maybe when you-”

“Dumbest argument ever.” He flipped me off and my jaw dropped. “I at least got married. Divorced, yeah. But I was married and loved it, remember? You won’t even try for fuck’s sake.”

“I’m just saving a whole lot of trouble for someone.”

“Bull shit.”

“You’re not my therapist.”

“Considering you don’t have a therapist, I kinda am, sis.”

“Owen, let it drop.”

His eyes pierced the screen and hit mine and my cheeks colored all the more. It was the same look mom would deal out when we were caught avoiding chores or doing something naughty.

“I just want you to be happy.”

“I don’t need to be in a relationship to be happy.”

“No, but you sure as shit deserve to be happier.” He fell quiet and I picked at a bit of dry skin on my palm. “I know this year is hard. Shit, every year has been hard.”

I swallowed. He looped us back to a conversation from my prior year’s birthday. I had officially out-lived my mother. To think that by the time she was thirty two, Corrine had lived her whole life. The notion made all the bruises of losing her and Dad all the more fresh. Grief is strange that way. Loss does not get easier as the years pass. It doesn’t heal. No. Those are the kind of wounds that are permanent. They rear up every day and your brain just puts the pain into a box with a lid and a label to remind you. But it never goes away. Owen was the only one who knew who Mom and Dad were for us. Gran might have been her mother, but Corrine was our mom. That kind of permanence doesn’t go away. Not ever.

Feeling wrung out and done, I told my brother that I loved him and would talk with him in a few days. Upset was not the right word. It was easy to brush others off as just not understanding the situation. With Owen, hiding was not an option. What was an option was to shove the whole conversation to the side and ignore it for a few blissful hours to focus on research.

“Fuck,” I sighed as I looked at my scattered pile of notebooks and the singular tab that was open on the laptop.

What was there really to research? I had followed the thread of Jake Thomas and of Yakov Petrov to its end. Whoever the hell it actually was in that cemetery was just as elusive as the story itself. Was there a pirate? Yup. Was there a love story right out front and center? Yes. It hurt my head all the more that both were dead and stuck in a cemetery trying to figure out how to ‘move on’ but not leave each other.

“God, this sucks balls,” I griped.

How dramatic would it be to torch a manuscript? Would it hurt? Would I laugh maniacally as I dropped it page by page into the open flame? Or perhaps let it spoil in the rain. Ah, even better - cast it to the wind off some mountain would be delightful, I would imagine. The writers of old must have relished in the self murder of their work, unlike what it takes today. Striking a simple delete key does not seem to have the same killing stroke.

My vibe must’ve been casting a bat signal as a text came through from Vin, scheduling a check in in a few days. I grimaced. I was going to have to get my shit together and make my story the best ever gothic pirate romance. Fuck my life. In truth, I was at a dead end. No pun intended, of course. Guitar Jake or Yakov the Artist. There was no real way to incorporate them in the story either. Maybe they could be side characters? The dynamic could add to a comedic element. Twentieth century hedonist rock star meets nineteenth century hedonist artist from deep in his own family tree…

“I have officially lost my shit,” I muttered as I made myself move away from my perch at the table.

Truth be told, if my research was complete, there was no reason to stay in Frankenmuth - was there? The idea seemed wrong. The thought was frayed at the ends like it was trying to stop me from leaving. I melted into the soft cushions of the sofa. Funny idea that was - but why? My fingers found the comfort of the tangled, corded fringe of a pillow as my mind began to drift.

⭒☾ I smoothed the scratchy lace down across the bodice of the dress. The pit of my stomach bristled with opposition. I did not need another party. I did not need to dance and smile and laugh falsely. I did not need to breathe in smoke and the same conversations over yet again. I wanted to lay with my Jakub and feel his warmth around me. I wanted to read to him and him to me and listen to his breathing with the crash on the velvet shore as the sun cast its last rays to the sky. I wanted to feel his strength and bask in the heat of us.

However, there I was, walking down the grand stairs, eyes cast to me as if I were some entity to be in awe of. Father was clapping his hands and his voice was booming across the house guests in a tone of celebration. The players began to draw their bows across their strings in a lively jig that tugged the gathering to the wide planks of the ballroom. I blew out a breath that was sour as I cast a wary eye at the backs of my guests. I took refuge with my lovely sister-in-law, Celeste, in the sitting room where voices were hushed and tempers were placid. Somehow, she had hidden a tiny book of sonnets in the folds of her skirts. We read together and kept out the voices of those around us.

“Have you seen him? Has he been here to call upon you?” she whispered, her voice full of conspiracy wrapped in grace.

I nodded as I turned the page. “Been here two days and every moment he can, he is here.”

“I thought I had caught a glimpse of him on the beach when Astrid and I were at the market this morn,” she said. Her smile was dreamy as she leaned into me. “He’s so handsome. If all you say is true, Maéva, he is a good man that you love.”

The words shivered across my skin and tingled in my breath. Celeste was my only confidant. She was the only one that knew of how my heart fluttered and my smile sparkled any time my Jakub was near. She was the only one I knew would not cast judgment to his station in this world, as she herself was the daughter of a stablemaster. And she was just as giddy as me when it came to my tales of how we would dance in the tide as it tumbled ashore, or the little trinkets that he would bring to me from his ports of call. She would swoon just as much as I would over the pretty little rock or the pressed flower that would remind him of something I wore or made him feel.

“Dance with me.”

I looked up to find Matthias hovering above me, his hand, although turned up for me to take, was kept against his hip bone. I did not like his face. There was a darkness about him that he did not shake, nor did he try to truly hide. His status as a future viscount was his bank that he had overdrawn upon to make himself elevated over the rest of us. We all knew why the viscount had brought his family to this place - he was poorer than those that made their way on the beaches and on the ships of the harbor. He only presented lavishness and superiority due to the blood in his veins. Looking into his dead eyes and his flat mouth, I made my apologies that I was not well enough to dance. Celeste slid her fingers through mine to hold me close.

“I am sorry, sir,” she said as if her tone was filled with silk. “But our Maéva feels a fever coming upon her-”

He reached for our joined hands and separated us. “She looks plenty strong enough.”

I searched for my father, but he was too busy clapping Matthias on with encouragement that I knew any argument would be for not. The anger toiled under my breath as I voided my expression. One dance. And then I could build upon Celeste’s fever fib. My eyes stared forward while my feet and frame moved in time with the players. I imagined my Jakub, dressed in the fine fabrics that Matthias wore, showing off the strong body and grace he had been blessed with. I saw him with his hair drawn back and his hands polished. But that was not him. No. My Jakub was wind blown and wild and hardened by work. His mind was open and his words were shaped by his experiences. That was the man I loved. Threadbare and hungry.

Father and the viscount were close, talking with wide smiles. Their words were fast and glib looking. Father’s excitement was palpable. His hands were like two excited birds flitting around him. I gave the man I danced with no satisfaction of words. But then he gave me only silence anyway. It was as if he and I were in unvoiced agreement to pacify the patriarchs that were obviously so much more aflutter over our nearness. Soured thoughts were bending the joyful notes that filled my ears. Each face that I looked upon held anticipation and cheer. Anxiety stabbed at my feet. My limbs turned heavy as I turned away from him to give me some distance from his nearness. Celeste hurried towards me, her pretty face stretched with concern.

“Come. The air grows too close for us here,” she was saying as Matthias reached to catch my shoulder.

“They expect us to dance, madam,” he said, voice icy and hand heavy on my skin.

“They can be disappointed then,” she remarked.

My feet fumbled forward. I was thankful for the full skirt to hide such ungainly steps. My breath felt hot in my mouth and my stomach lurched. Everything felt woozy as Celeste maneuvered us through the tangle of guests. I wanted my rooms, but instead, she drew me to the parlor where she could shut away the eyes and wagging tongues but get me to sit.

“You do have a fever,” she said as she cast the window open.

“No,” I said, wiping at my mouth. “I was just faint. Perhaps his sickish perfume was too close to my nose.”

“He really is a brute. I heard Abel saying some rather unkind statements about that one.” She was pouring a few drops of wine into a tiny glass as I tried to compose myself. “We can hide here for a while. I’m sure Papa will be on the hunt for us, but I say let him hunt. I do not trust him when he is with the viscount. He changes when that man is near.”

She was correct. Father changed in the face of bred privilege. My soul quivered across the notion. My father’s intentions were becoming very clear. It sickened me. I wondered if they were in negotiations for my hand already, or perhaps still in the discovery phase like two dogs, sniffing at each other to see if the carcass of the other was willing to submit. Tears prickled at my eyes at the thought. I had no control over this and it was as if I was a prized bitch looking to be sold. Celeste took to my side, but I could not be consoled. I wanted my Jakub. Such a simple dream to love him and be with him… ☾

My lungs burned like I had been under water too long. I sputtered and coughed through emotions as I pushed away from the couch. I was crying. My cheeks felt hot and sticky and wet with strangled cries that I had just been having in my dream-state. I was quick to the kitchen to fetch a glass of water to cool the effects. The dreams were getting harder to take. I had tried to write them down as is, but they were like smoke through my brain, too thin and elusive to really record. Although, I was discovering that elements of these pieces were landing more often into the story. Spooky. It was the sense of my brain leaking out uncontrollably onto the proverbial page that bothered me more than the gothic pirate love story as a whole.

I needed out of the rental for a bit. It was too late for lunch, but early supper wasn’t a horrible thing. Deciding on the diner, I packed up my bag and thought perhaps I could tuck into a corner and proof the last few pages over coffee and sandwich without having to hog a booth or table during a rush. I was correct that it was not busy, but there was a rather large, loud group that had pushed six tables together in the middle to accommodate their numbers. By the look of it, it was a men’s group that was meeting for their afternoon dose of gossip.

I slid into the booth that the server had waved me to. My eyes rolled closed over the first sip of steaming coffee. God that was good. I tucked behind the laptop, fighting to keep my expression blank as I read over the squishy words that I was daring to call worthy of a story. I sat back as the server returned to take my order. As I handed her the menu, I noticed a set of eyes I had seen before - faded blue jean colored and a very sun weathered smile met my gaze. I grinned at the kind man from the park who had been working.

Dinner finished, and some hot gossip taken in with hearty laughter, I decided to walk through the park by the library, and perhaps step foot inside as it had been a few days since I had looked across the books and care that Becca and the others had helped me through. Stopping at the florist, I purchased a few large plants to take along in thanks. It would be my first step in severing the connection here. I owed them so much, even if it did not amount to what I would really be using in the story.

“I come bearing gifts,” I announced as I struggled through the door.

Becca was quick to help. “Oh, these are lovely.”

“I thought a little more green in here would keep you bright,” I said, smiling across the wide range of plants and live displays that would carry the library through the winter.

I helped her put them close to the windows by my workstation. I grinned as I looked at her. “I’m afraid I’m nearing the end of my stay,” I admitted, my fingers drifting across the huge binding of the newspapers.

She smiled. “You’ve found what you’ve come for.”

I nodded, though reluctance swam across my heart. “I believe that I have. You have been so good to me here.”

Emotional outburst aside, it was going better than I planned. We chatted a bit before I set into the books that had become the path of my story that made my fingers itch, despite not really liking the plot. Perhaps I will settle into it at some point.

“Oh my goodness,” Becca exclaimed from behind the glass of the back office.

I was not the only one to sit up, prairie dog style looking for the source of upset. She was making her way towards me with a look that might have been inspiration. I glanced around to find that other patrons were just as puzzled as I was.

“I can’t believe I didn’t think of this before, Y/n,” she proclaimed as she had eyes cast down on her phone, scrolling. “What was I thinking? Or… well. Not thinking is more like it.”

“Uh, wanna catch me up here, Becca? I’m not from here, remember,” I laughed at her flustered state, sure she was thinking full sentences, but what was coming out made no sense.

She grinned as she waved at me. Her exuberance washed over me and it was hard not to get caught up in it, even though I had no idea what was going on. “I have someone I need you to meet.”

Chapter 8.2: Swansong in the Graveyard

“We need to run.”

The words blazed in my thoughts as I watched the creature rise from my grave once more. I had come to the decision that this feminine form could not be Maéva. If the memories that had been shown to me thus far were true, then this thing could not be her. If this thing were my soulmate, there would be no hesitation within and know me for what I am - hers. And the truth would be the same for me, but all I could feel towards it was… curiosity. Perhaps anger. Jealousy, even. How such a creature could be doomed to repeat or seem to repeat the same construct of a path over and over without meaning… Wait. What am I if that road of thought were true? What am I in this half existence but the same as the creature - am I nothing more than goo from the ether that has been chained to a strip of ground because of some man’s greed and foul nature? For lack of a better phrase, I closed my being off from the lights of the world as the creature slipped away once more. Could something such as myself be petulant? The stray thought struck as the gate whined to its closed position.

“We need to leave.”

Her hands were shaking against my chest. Whatever had happened had just occurred. She had run to me still dressed in her fine cream and olive green gown. The lace puckered and draped across her breasts and dripped from her shoulders. I could not stop myself from dragging my fingers across her collarbones and up along her graceful neck. I tried to soothe her with my words and touch and kisses, but she whipped herself away from me.

“Jakub!” she cried, her delicate fingers tucking into tight fists.

“Just tell me then what has happened,” I said, unable to keep the edge of impatience from my tone.

She withdrew a few steps. Her features slacked with an expression that made me quiet. “I am to marry.”

The bottom of my very shallow world fell away. I could not understand her words that she continued to speak. Every bit of me was frozen on the notion that she was meant for another.

“Jakub,” she whispered.

I kissed her. It was all I could do. Our dream was to be severed. I pressed my fingertips into the plump of her blurred out cheek and the hardness of her back as if I could force her to be part of me through this mourning. She reeled back from me with a frustrated cry.

My thoughts thinned and I found myself kneeling, hands dug into the darkness of the dirt. I begged the cosmos to allow me to see her - to see my Maéva. To know her features, her expressions, her… her soul and how it resided in her eyes. I could feel her innocence. I could feel her goodness. It danced across my fabric. But to just glimpse her eyes and know her. My chin tipped and I looked into the velvet of the night sky and the swirl of songs and begged for that scrap of memory.

“No- no, Jakub,” she stammered. “We can leave this place - together. We can go to the east! We can build our lives there!”

“Maéva, you don’t know what it’s like-”

The sound she made hit me. I had insulted her.

“I don’t know what? How to live without my family? Or do you mean to say I do not know how to live without my family’s wealth?”

I felt a sigh bubble through my chest. “You don’t know what it truly means to be cold or hungry. Despair is not what I ever want for you.”

“If it means we are together, I would gladly show you what strength lies in these bones of mine.”

She was so resolute. So sure of herself. It was the trappings of her always having what she needed that gave her that kind of confidence. I felt small for these thoughts. She possessed such knowledge, such a drive to learn - but this. What she was asking would take away the shelter that allowed her to thrive in that world.

“Jakub - you could learn to farm, or build ships or apprentice in some other trade,” she was explaining. “And I could teach!”

“Teach?”

“I taught you. Surely there is no other more stubborn student!” Her laugh was pulling at my resolve. “Or I can learn to be a clerk, or even farm at your side if you are willing to have me.”

She was reaching for me once more and I could not keep my hands from passing across the fine fabric that held a menagerie of flowers and moths and swirls of colors that I could’ve studied for days to pick out all of the finer details. She knew there was nothing I would not do for her. But this - to just run. To leave them all behind and live in this world together - as equals.

“My mother,” I whispered into her hair.

“Of course we will bring her,” she said without hesitation.

Her exuberance was hard not to purchase in to.

“You have been to Boston and New York. We can make our life there. We could be free there,” she continued on.

I paused, knowing that no ship would be leaving any time soon. “When does your father expect this wedding?”

“June.”

The lake ice would have the harbor locked up for a few more weeks. If LaBeau was willing to wait to give his daughter away, that gave us the opportunity to book passage. My purse was too light to do this - to make our escape. I was already a beggar. How was I to do this without coin, without…

She kissed me and led my hands against her fine dress. She was shivering with cold. I folded her close knowing that I needed to return her to the cage of her rooms - at least for now. I wrapped my coat around her, the bite of cold nipped at me but she allowed me to hold her close as we began to walk. Maéva was like a bird, chirping out plans and flittering with excitement.

The doubt attacked in the silence of my brain once it was alone. How could I care for her? Surely she would come to regret stepping so willingly into the depths of poverty and find her love turning to resentment when the realization came that her belly was empty and her body exposed to the true harshness of this world. To know that she would willingly walk into the sheer unknown only because she loved me, set my brain on needles with thoughts of unsureness. She trusted that I would provide what I could and in trade she would care for me. Though these lands of the new world were framed as obtainable dreams, that was still only true for those of wealth. Maéva would grow tired of the scrabble to just survive on the daily means of hard labor. Perhaps I should walk away and let her to her path of husband and titles and …

My gaze turned to the way the tops of the trees bent under the angry gust of wind. It matched my own thoughts. I had entertained leaving her behind? I wanted to leave her to a fate chosen by her father? If an entity such as myself could feel shame, I am sure I was feeling it the only way I knew how. The waves of color that thundered around me, billowing into storm clouds, were gathering to punish me. Fun was on them - apparently all of this was punishment across all time.

I had watched the ice slowly crush against the shore. Maéva fought with me to take her purse and purchase three tickets on the first ship that could carry us east. It was going to be hard enough to try to get her aboard without recognition, but to be forced to use her own money - it was not the start to our lives that I wanted and it bruised my ego in a way that was difficult to swallow. After years of watching my mother struggle to keep us alive, then adding my hands to the work, it was beyond hard to take her money, no matter the cause. I had fought my way through this life. I would fight my way to get away with her, even if it meant I had to take her as a married woman - take her from that rogue of a man her father deemed better.

It was bitter. My need to stand in our way because of some perceived notion that I had to be a man for her was dragging upon us, threatening the tender thread of a chance that waited for us. What a fool I was.

Another grand ball celebrating the engagement roused me from my sulking, for that was what I really was doing - acting like a child who had been scolded and paddled. I snuck up onto the side patio, staying to the shadows with my eyes searching for Maéva. There were musicians playing and people moving around with huge smiles that oozed privilege. I saw LaBeau waving his arms around and acting like he was the rooster on the field while his daughter stood at another man’s side. I hated it - the sight of that man, that Matthias, being so close to her made a rage boil in my belly that I could not tolerate.

Their hands met and he guided her through a dance that made the guests of the party clap their hands and smile their most beautiful smiles. No smile was upon Maéva’s mouth, however. Quite the opposite. What more, Matthias mirrored her hard expression. I watched as she turned, full of grace, full of beauty while her father beamed in his greed and lust for title for the family. And the man who was equally bright - that must have been the viscount. He was practically leering over the merchant’s purse that swung so heavy at his side and dripped from the walls of his marvelous manor house. They were the mechanism that drove this union, surely.

I caught Maéva’s eye, but withdrew deeper into the shadows. Amongst the smiles and delicate music, I solidified my presence as an outlier. I would free her from this fate that her father wanted more for himself than for her. To know that he would damn her for a few scraps of veneration was sickening. Was his wealth not enough, must he really have a title to put before his name as well?

Pathetic.

The veil of clouds streaked across the velvet of night, curling and swirling through the air like the smoke from Monsieur LaBeau’s fine pipe. I could feel the anger I had felt across the expanse of time. If that was a lesson that I needed to learn from, then in my stubbornness, I never learned to let that malice subside. I could feel it still bubble and toil on my echoed thoughts.

I stole away from the manor house like a stray cat turned away from its supper. I lingered on the edges of the beach, not wanting to be seen by anyone for fear of seeing the toil of my struggle over her. I had sequestered her coins under the floor of my bed. I would collect those coins and find a ship to the east coast. It would be easier to hide in a city. Perhaps we could get to Savannah. I had listened to a fellow deck hand ramble for hours about the warmth and wild beauty of the near tropical port. Or maybe Philadelphia. There were many, many people there making hiding amongst them easier.

I knew she would be in the market the following day with her matron. We’d found it easy enough for me to shadow her for a chance to talk. It was always near the baker when Leila would have her attention pulled enough away from her charge that we could sneak away for long enough for the woman to take no notice. The morning found me lingering amongst the fringes of the market square, my stomach empty. Mother had used the last few coins for medicine for the woman next door. The babe had been sick for days. Mother had been trying to apply the typical remedies, but the fever was slow to break and it was obvious that the child's needs were beyond her hands. She bartered where she could, but when there was nothing left to barter with, she would turn to what her body may earn. I would be sure to beg the stable master and the blacksmith for work, even if it meant for a few scraps to get us through a few days.

And there it was once more. I hid this from Maéva. This aspect of struggle. I wondered if I did it to protect her or keep her blind? It did not matter. She would hear me once more lay out what was ahead, but I knew in my heart that she would not listen. She would have to learn hunger and need through experience and I would have to keep my tongue about me as she waded through the mire in hopes that she would not wake and realize the horrible mistake that she was making on loving me.

Close to midday, I was near giving up that she would arrive, and getting more frustrated as I knew I should be finding work for my hands, not standing idle. Finally, she appeared, fresh and bright amongst the damp and dingy pier. I fought my heart from just running to her. How foolish would that be. No. I waited and quietly watched as she looked over the wares she was there to procure for another day in the grand house. Her matron was already looking thin of patience. I wonder if Maéva had deliberately worn her through before even reaching the market for the sole purpose of this visit. I bided my time, moving slowly and making sure to look at the different vendors before stopping once more before the baker’s stall. My stomach stabbed and complained. I was fighting the urge to snatch a lump of bread that had been cut apart and tossed to the side as stale as it was easier to feed it to the birds than a human in need. I dug my fist deeper into my torn pocket in hopes that it would keep me from the easy notion of theft. She approached, relieving my thoughts of my hollow belly.

“Good day,” she whispered, hiding her mouth in her outstretched arm.

I smiled and nodded as I looked for the matron. “Talk?”

I moved away as was our warrant in such affairs. I would find her once more closer to the beach once she was able to slip the eye of Leila. There was a spot under the well trod boards of the pier that was in between the massive pylons where the boulders sheltered the land. I waited, breathing in the soured, fish riddled air. Maéva appeared in all of her faceless brightness, but I could feel her smile radiating off all of her body. It was always the same without fail whenever she came near. I could only imagine what I actually looked like, but on the inside - I swooned over her nearness.

She took my hand and I leaned in to kiss her mouth, but I stopped before the sweet crush touched my lips. “Will you want to go to Savannah?” I whispered.

Half of a breath later, her arms were thrown around my neck and her lips to mine with a trill of laughter. I found myself caught up in her exuberance. My love for her was absolutely consuming and yet so strong that I felt as if I could sustain on our love alone.

Coyotes chirping in the distance drew my eye back to the present. The creature was once again laying upon my grave. It was torture not knowing the significance of this being. Or perhaps it was the anguish of knowing this lingering was my form of purgatory. I was languishing across centuries of time that I should have been with her - with my Maéva.

Yeah. So where do we go from here? 💚

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