#i need to lie back down. maybe in a hole in the beach by the sea. forever

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checking out the usual poem submit sites and the backlog of emails from the ones im signed up to have sent to me bc why not rn so im Doing Something at least and

i want to give the orgs money. i know they need it to protect art in general and make available poetry to the public and keep things accessible. i will forever be grateful for what they do and want to support it whenever i can financially

that said

having a disclaimer abt how yes the prize money amount is going way down but now there's also a submission fee AND a donation needed to submit while also acknowledging the ongoing everywhere cost of living crisis and that writers in general are underpaid is a Choice

at the very least, until i have funds, i simply can't submit to that one anymore for now ☹️

[pocket-watcher]

I really loved the massage fic you did awhile ago! I don't really have another idea but could you do another one like that?

Hiya anon! My ongoing back pain and I can definitely dream something up for you!!

“…Why the hell are you standing like that?”

Aiysha’s disapproving gaze looked over Henry, who was contorting his body to stand in the most unnatural way possible.

“This is the only way I can stand where the pain is tolerable.” He whined.

Aiysha tutted. “You’re a grown man, Henry, I told you that this was going to catch up with you! You can’t sit like a gremlin while you work anymore.”

Henry shifted, whimpering in pain quietly.

Aiysha cared. A lot. More than she’d like to admit, and seeing her friend in pain? Well…

“Ugh. Fine, look.” She fished a card out of her purse and handed it to Henry. It read:

DR. MONTGOMERY

Liscenced masseuse and chiropractor

The address wasn’t too far from his house, Henry thought to himself.

“When I broke my back he worked magic. Maybe he’ll be able to help you.”

Henry thanked her, and she pulled him into a hug, and he felt his back twinge in pain.

Yeah, he’d need to make an appointment. Today, if possible.

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“Henry Williams?” The receptionist called out.

He stood, and allowed himself to be navigated to a room where presumably Dr. Montgomery was waiting for him.

“Ah! Henry! What seems to be the problem?” The man asked, as Henry hopped up onto the massage table.

“So, uh, my posture isn’t great, and my whole back hurts. I don’t think it’s like anything wrong, just all my muscles aching a lot.” He explained.

The doctor scribbled some notes as Henry talked.

“Okay, if you can take off your clothes and lie down on the table then we can start, and if the problems persist I can talk to you about further treatment. How does that sound?”

“That sounds great, thank you!” Henry began unbuttoning his top and the doctor looked away. Henry positioned himself, a towel covering him.

As he put his face through the hole in the massage table he noticed a screen below it.

“Oh, cool! What does this do?”

He could hear the doctor approaching him.

“We use it to play soothing music and visuals to help our clients relax. Here, let me show you.”

The doctor bent down and flipped a switch. The screen came to life, playing a soothing video of the ocean.

Henry felt the cool touch of hands on his back and allowed himself to melt into the table.

Dr. Montgomery’s hands worked expertly, as if the man knew exactly where the pain was coming from.

Henry bit back moans of relief, trying to focus on the screen below and not the glorious feeling of relieved tension.

The screen might have glitched a little. It was like another image was burned on top of the calming beach video.

He didn’t cock his head in confusion. No, it was more that the doctor had moved it to one side to get at a particularly bad knot in Henry’s shoulder.

A few moans escaped.

Henry kept watching the video. He realised they were words. Words burnt into the screen. He tried to make them out as his body sank into the massage table.

S…sub…mit?

That’s weird, he thought to himself.

Another:

Obey.

Giv…e in

Relax

The words became clearer the more he focused on them.

Deeper

Pleasure

Control

Henry’s mind, unfortunately, was too relaxed to panic. The combination of the calming atmosphere, the relief of the massage, and the subliminal messaging being beamed into his brain for the last 10 minutes had carefully moulded him into a puddle, with any resistance leaving his body with every moan and whine.

Dr. Montgomery tutted.

“You’re not taking care of yourself. You need to sit properly. Stand every once in a while. Maybe even a light stretch.”

The words washed over Henry, taking up all the free space that PAIN had previously occupied. He tried to agree, to nod, but all he could do was stare.

“Once this massage is over you’re going to forget all about this little talk we’re having, and you’re going to start being more sensible with how you work and how you sit. Aren’t you?”

Henry murmured in response. Which turned into a heavy breath as the doctor pushed down onto a sore point.

“Atta’ boy.”

Aiysha waited outside for Henry, but something was pulling her inside. Sure, her back was fine now - but a little self pampering never hurt anyone…?

Before she could make an appointment Henry, with a spring in his step, greeted her outside.

“You look better.” She grinned.

“I owe you, like, my whole life. Dinner? On me?”

Aiysha smiled at the building.

“Sounds great.”

[rainbow-rey]

Willy's Special Rod

Willy x Reader - MDNI!!

Summary: Willy shows the farmer how he uses his rod.

Tags: reader-insert, pov first person, p in v, creamp/e, size k/nk

Posted on ao3 as a oneshot and part of a collection

I wake up and are instantly reminded of what I was doing last night, before I went to bed. I grab a coffee, sipping it slowly as I remember my intense orgasms, thanks to the help of my glass dildo. I feel my pussy getting wet from the memories. I clear my throat and leave the house, forcing myself to focus on the morning’s tasks. There’s a letter in the mailbox this morning, and it’s from Willy. I can feel my pussy clench, picturing his beard, his broad shoulders, his essence. What does he want? I want to open it, but instead I stick it in my pocket, saving it for after I collect today’s crops. 

Once the animals are fed, pumpkins are harvested, and the fruit cave is checked, I can finally open Willy’s letter. I open it eagerly and read it aloud. 

"Come to the beach at six… That’s it?" I cry, disappointed. Maybe I shouldn’t have expected much. Willy isn’t the poet type, and I feel silly for maybe wanting something more from him.

As I’m working, I can’t help but think about Willy. I’ve been having taboo thoughts about him ever since I met him last spring, so I was thrilled when he finally suggested an arrangement for us. I provide him with release whenever he wants, and he gives me bait and equipment. 

Willy is undeniably hot. He has a strong, masculine air to him, one that you don’t find in guys my age. I’d been touching myself to him since the first day I met him. He gave me my fishing rod and showed me how to cast it, wrapping his arms around mine as he guided them and whispered instructions in my ear. The sight of him handling his rods, wrapping his thick fingers around the handles. I remember going home and finding my pussy wetter than I’d ever gotten before. I had no choice but to pound myself with my dildo, pretending it was Willy’s thick cock. My pussy is drenched at the memories, and I have to squeeze my thighs together. Willy makes me so aroused it hurts. I contemplate going inside and masturbating before I leave, but I check my watch and I only have an hour before I have to be at the beach. I run inside quickly to get dressed, forcing myself to ignore my overly inviting dildo. I unbutton the first two buttons of my shirt and fluff up my hair in the hallway mirror before heading back out. I set off for the beach.

-

I walk down the dock, approaching Willy. I tap his shoulder, admiring the way his arms fill out his shirt so nicely. I fight the choking-themed thoughts that come. 

"Y/N, you’re here," Willy says. "I was worried you wouldn’t show."

"Of course I’m here," I smile. "I like this shirt on you, by the way."

"Thank you, Y/N." The way he says my name has my hole gushing. What is it with this man? "Come inside. I’ve been waiting for you.”

Slick oozes out of my cunt as I think about him and his veiny cock. It’s easily the biggest one I’ve seen before, and I can barely take all of him in my mouth at once. I only imagine how he would feel inside me; so far he’s only asked me to use my hands, mouth, and one time he wanted me to use my tits. I’ll never forget his groans whenever I licked his tip when it showed from between my boobs. 

I follow Willy inside his shop. He pulls me behind the counter. I instinctively get on my knees in front of him and reach to undo his pants, but today he stops me. 

“I have a different idea today, Y/N,” he says gently. God, he’s hot. 

“What do you need today, Willy?” I ask him. It doesn’t take a genius to notice the way his cock twitches when I say his name. 

“Well, I’ve been thinking recently…” He takes my chin with his fingers and tilts my face up to meet his. His hazel eyes are a piercing shade, tinted with lust. 

“You’ve been… thinking? About what?” I won’t lie, I don’t really care about what he has to say. I just need to feel his cock somewhere and I’ll be happy. Right now, I don’t feel him anywhere, and I’m a little impatient. 

Willy notices my impatience. “I won’t beat around the bush. I’ve been wondering what your pussy would feel like.”

I can’t control the blush that appears on my face, and I’m now feeling flustered. Finally! It’s taken far too long for him to ask. “Do you mean—“

“I want my cock in your cunt. Would you like that, Y/N?” His voice is raspy, laced with desire. I imagine that’s what he sees in my face, too, and there’s no other way my eager nod can be interpreted otherwise. 

Willy reaches for my hands and pulls me up to sit on the counter. He trails his hand along my body, making me shiver. His fingers reach the buttons on my shirt. 

“Can I undo these?” he asks, his voice barely a whisper.

I nod. I can feel his dick pressing against my center as he moves closer to me, rock-hard and straining against the fabric of his pants. All the heat in my body rushes down to my cunt as Willy groans in approval, noticing that I went braless today. His fingers graze my nipples and I moan. It’s been forever since I felt the touch of a man, and I’m so glad he’s the one with his hands on me. Willy is gentle yet deliberate with his actions, pinching my nipples and squeezing my tits. I whine when he pulls away from my chest, but it’s worth it when he starts to slide down my skirt. 

“Hips up, baby,” he says, and I use his shoulders as leverage to let him pull the fabric off my ass. The underwear I’m wearing underneath is pretty normal, but I don’t have time to stress about them when he pulls them off too.

Willy gets one look at my pussy and groans. “Fuck, Y/N, you’re soaked for me. You’ve been wanting this?”

I nod, feeling my cheeks flush. 

“Such a good girl,” he says under his breath, grinning. Willy starts removing his own clothes. “Can I see you touch yourself for me, baby?”

I oblige. I lick my fingers, sucking them like I suck his cock. My eyes don’t leave his. After I’ve properly lubed my fingers, I drag them down to my gushing, hot cunt. My middle and ring fingers dip just barely into my hole, and I can feel the sticky, wet fluids inside me. Willy looks more turned on than I’ve seen him before, so I take it as a good sign and start rubbing my clit. I moan softly, the feeling only amplified when I see Willy start to stroke his cock to the sight of me. I rub my clit faster, and my well-lubed fingers make any potential friction cease. The sounds of my fingers on my cunt turn me on, as well as Willy, whose hand is moving at a speed that would make me cum instantly if he was inside me. I don’t make any signs of stopping the pleasure on my clit, instead waiting for him to finally say the magic words.

“I’m about to come—“ he cries. 

“Don’t do it yet,” I tell him, removing my hand from my pussy and watching him unwillingly move his hand too. He looks disappointed, but the look goes away when I tell him, “I want you in my cunt.”

The gleam in his eyes is unmistakable as he lines himself up with my entrance. Willy pushes his unbearably thick tip inside me before pulling out, making me whine. I’m not sad anymore, however, when he drags his now-lubricated tip on my clit in slow, carefree motions. 

“Please…” I whine. 

“Please what, baby?” Willy doesn’t stop the teasing motions on my clit. 

“Fuck me, Willy. I need to feel your thick cock in my wet cunt,” I cry. I can’t help it anymore. I’m so close to finally getting what I’ve wanted for months. 

And holy shit, when that wish is granted, it feels like nothing I’ve ever experienced before.

Willy’s cock is big. I knew that, but I didn’t quite know just how big it really was. No dildo can ever satisfy me the way he can. The minute I feel him press into my hole, I know I’m in for the ride of my life. 

His cock reaches every single part of my cunt. I feel full in a way nothing could have ever made me feel except for him. At first, he just slides in his cock, letting me adjust to his size. I can feel my pussy molding to his length as he pushes into me. When I think he’s done inserting himself, he manages to fit more in. 

“Is it all in yet?” I ask, almost desperate. 

“Almost, baby.”

Finally, I feel his balls hit my ass. Willy stays in this position for a bit, really making sure that my cunt won’t ever take dick that isn’t his without being disappointed. 

Slowly, Willy starts to thrust. With each one, his fat dick hits every spot in me, making me scream as he rubs my g-spot over and over and over. I feel pleasure I didn’t know was possible. The amount of slick that has come out of my hole between arriving at the shop and now ensures that there’s no friction at all. I’ve never been as turned on as I am right now, tits bouncing as Willy pounds my pussy over his countertops. No amount of porn can capture how utterly amazing this sex is. 

Willy puts his hands on my hips to steady me as he speeds up his thrusts. I cry out each time he bottoms out in me. The room echoes with sex sounds, between his balls slapping against my ass, our combined moans, and the obscene slick noises that come when his cock slides in and out of my soaked cunt. 

I think this situation can’t get any better, but Willy decides to lean over me on the counter, making direct eye contact with me as he destroys my swollen pussy. I’m tempted to lean up slightly and bring my lips to his—but he does it first. 

His lips against mine, his hands on my hips, his cock in my hole… It doesn’t get any better than this. His tongue slides between my lips and now we’re making out as he continues to pound his thick, long cock inside me. Every thrust makes me scream into his mouth, and he doesn’t let up. My back arches and my pussy clenches as I feel my body heat gathering near my cunt, amplifying the feeling of him penetrating me. 

Soon, I can’t help it anymore, and I don’t think he can, either. When I pull away from our kiss and scream, “I’m coming!” he doesn’t stop his pace until I can feel my lower lips flutter around him. Only then does he slow down the speed of his thrusts, filling my insides with hot cum. Willy collapses on top of me, pulling me into a soft kiss. 

“We should do this again soon,” he whispers in my ear. 

-

Kudos and comments are appreciated <3

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Hey ash! You truly are an amazing writer! Could you maybe write a boxer jaehyun au for us???

[6:50PM]

GENRE: FLUFF | SMUT | PARENTS AU | BOXING AU

WARNINGS: kissing, mention of condoms, mention of birth control, marking, BDSM, oral sex (F receiving), fingering and creampie!

FEATURING: na jaemin as their four year old son!

you pull out a cart while you son clings onto your leg. “mama, can we get a gingerbread house?” you look to where the boy is pointing to.

it was a shelf with multiple choices of gingerbread houses.

“sure, let’s go check it out and then you can pick which one you wanna do.” jaemin gets all giggly as the pair of you make your way to the shelves.

when reaching the shelves, jaemin lets your hand go and squats down. “mama, a beach!” he points to the box with a gingerbread beach set on the front. “that’s cute— do you want that one?” he shakes his head.

jaemin stands up and then lets out a gasp. “mama, can we get this one?!” it was a regular gingerbread house but mini version. “i think it’s perfect! we can absolutely get it.”

jaemin claps in excitement and grabs three boxes. “three of them?” you ask and your son nods, stacking them on top of one another. “one for you, me and daddy!” you see him struggling and you take the boxes from him.

“you have a good reason.” you set them in the cart. “should we get some extra candies and frosting just in case?” jaemin takes a second to think and nods. “alright, then can you pick out some colored frosting and some candy you think we should decorate our houses with?” jaemin nods and begins to pick out some frosting and candy.

after, he’s done, the pair of you walk away from that section.

“okay, nana. do you remember what we’re here for?” jaemin nods. “we’re here to pick out daddy’s christmas present!”

“well, santa already got daddy christmas present. but, nana just wants to add on, right?” jaemin presses his lips together and pushes them to one side with furrowed eyebrows.

“mama, santa clause isn’t real.” you slow the cart and look at the boy seat in front of you. “whoo.. said that?” you raise an eyebrow and he giggles. “my best friend jeno in my class! he says his older brother, mark told him that santa isn’t real and then he told me.”

you softly laugh and push your hair back. “he also said our mommies and daddies are the real santa clause. is he lying?” you bite your lip and give your son a weird look.

“look, you’re four and i’m not gonna lie to you— yeah, mommy and daddy get your presents, not santa.” jaemin lets out a sound of confusion. “okay.”

“okay, so let’s move past that! why don’t you get out of the cart and look around to daddy’s gift?” jaemin nods and is pulled out with your help.

“so, where should we go first?” you ask as the little boy holds onto the holes on the cart. “um.. let’s go get some clothes for dad.” you nod and stroll the cart towards the men’s isle.

“toothpaste..” you scan the isle. “ah, here we go.” you grab the pack of toothpaste. “what’d you grab, nana.” you say putting the box in the cart. “how did you know i grabbed something?”

you look back at the boy and smile. “deodorant?” you pick up the boy and grab the deodorant from his hands. “yeah, it’s for dad! he needs it because after he fights with people, he stinks.” you laugh and jaemin giggles.

“alright, we’re definitely getting that for a laugh.” you toss the deodorant in the cart.

“we’re all done, right?” jaemin wiggles from you hold and climbs on the side of the cart and nods. “i think so, mama!” he gives you a quick thumbs up before grabbing onto the cart, again. “okay, then let’s go check out.”

jaemin nods and you pick him up, sitting him in the seat. “nana,” you say when pushing the cart. “yes, mommy?” you stop when another person pushes their cart in front of yours.

“when we check out, you can pick a candy. okay?” jaemin gasps and nods. “you’ve been such a good boy today and that’ll be your reward.” he nods, again with the biggest smile ever.

after finishing with the gingerbread houses, the three of you moved to the living room and sat near the christmas tree.

“i don’t know which one to pick.” jaemin bites his thumb and looks at his several presents.

it was christmas eve and it was tradition to open one present the day before christmas so, therefore, jaemin stood by his presents debating which one he wanted to open first.

“well, you’re gonna open them all tomorrow.” jaehyun says with hot cocoa in his mug and his arm wrapped around you.

“you’re right.. um, i think i wanna do this one!” he picks up a small box with his name written on it. “alright! let’s sit in a circle and see what we got.” you start but jaehyun starts bickering.

“hey, hey— i haven’t picked out my present yet, mama.” your cheeks flush in embarrassment and in a reaction— you felt like a snowman in the summer whenever he called you a nickname.

you clear your throat as jaehyun detangles his arms from you. “i.. hm, i think i want this one.” jaemin giggles when seeing jaehyun pick out the present that jaemin had gotten him.

jaehyun sits in between you and jaemin and sets down his hot cocoa.

“mommy, you go first.” jaemin speaks up and you chuckle. “okay.. this one says it from daddy.” you look at your husband and tear the wrapping paper.

you look down at the present and gasp. “jae.. did you actually?” you stare down at the valentino box. “i don’t know,” he giggles. “did i?” you frown and open the box, pushing past the extra paper to find the most gorgeous heels.

“babe,” you whine and pick one of the heels up. “it’s so pretty!” it was the valentino garavani tan-go platform pumps, in black. “do you like it?” jaehyun asks in a giggly voice. “like it? no, i absolutely love them!” you slip one on and jaehyun helps with the straps.

“i’d love to see you wear them to my next match.” jaehyun says letting your foot go. “sure, if you don’t mind looking short next to your wife.” you and jaehyun laugh. “i don’t mind. i just want to see my wife in her new heels.”

“how did you even get your hands on these?” you slip on the other side. “well, i almost fought someone for these.” you let out a small gasp and he laughs. “i’m kidding. i drove to like.. six different stores and found these beauties at a store that was an hour away.”

you sit up on your knees and lean forward, wrapping your arms around your husbands neck and throwing yourself onto him. “thank you, i love them.” you plant a kiss on his cheek. “and me?” you laugh, slightly tossing your head back. “i love you too, of course.” he softly laughs, satisfied with the three specific words.

“can i go now?” jaemin asks, patiently sitting with his present in front of him. “oh, of course! sorry, mommy and daddy were distracted.”

“it’s okay.” jaemin says while ripping open the wrapping paper. you bite your lip, waiting for his reaction. “it’s a watch!” he holds up the present. “oh, really?” he nods and attempts to tear it out of its packaging.

jaemin looks up and pouts. “yes, daddy will help.” you say while climbing off jaehyun. “thanks, hon.” you and jaehyun laugh.

jaehyun takes the watch from jaemin and undoes it from its packaging. “there we go.” jaehyun says, clipping it in place on jaemins wrist. “i love it! i’ve always wanted a spider-man watch and now i have it!” jaemin says as jaehyun fixes the time.

“okay, can you tell me what time it is?” jaemin looks down at his watch and hums. “i don’t know, i can’t read numbers.” you and jaehyun laugh.

jaemin crawls into your lap while fixing his watch. “okay, dad, it’s your turn!” jaemin says pointing to the green bag. “mm.. in excited!” jaehyun opens the bag and flings out the extra wraps.

“whattt,” jaehyun drags out while pulling out a folded t shirt. “it says ‘best dad in the world’ because you’re the best dad ever!” jaehyun smiles at jaemins words.

“i love it.” jaehyun sets the shirt in front of his and tugs off the black t-shirt. “love it so much that i’ll put it on right now.” he says towards jaemin who scrunches up his face.

jaehyun slips the shirt over his head and slips his arms through the holes. “perfect fit.” jaehyun says smoothing out the cotton material. “i knew daddy would like it.” you say and jaemin giggles.

“okay,” jaehyun shakes his head to fix his hair and fixes his glasses. “let’s see what’s next.” he pulls out a deodorant stick and starts heavily laughing.

“nana, tell daddy why you got him that.” jaemin giggles when seeing his dads reaction. “i got it because daddy stinks after he fights with people.” jaehyun sighs and nods. “thank you, nana. i.. i really needed this.” he laughs, again.

“there’s more, dad!” jaemin points and jaehyun nods, pulling out the extra stuff.

after jaehyun was finished— the three of you cleaned up and went to bed.

“babe,” jaehyun nods, taking off his glasses and putting them on his nightstand. “today, we went to target and.. i got us.. this.” you hold up the two boxes.

jaehyun sits up in excitement and shock. “a vi.. a vibrator and.. lube.” you nod, biting your lip. waiting to see how he’d react.

“jae,” you sigh and crawl onto the bed, sitting yourself in front of him. “i’ve been dying to have another baby and it’s my ovulation week!” you drop the items in your hand and cup his face. “i’m just.. waiting to hear what you say.”

“baby, i’ve been waiting to hear you say that.” your eyes widen and a squeal erupts from you as you squeeze his cheeks. “you have?!” you squeal in excitement.

jaehyun tosses his head back and lets out a laugh. “you don’t even know how hard it is to resist fucking a baby into you every time we make love.”

you slam your lips onto jaehyuns and he laughs against your lips. you moan and grind your hips, pulling at the slightly long locks.

jaehyun pulls away while heavily breathing. “strip for me.” he whispers.

you fight the urge to lift your shoulders in excitement— along with a smile. but, that didn’t stop your face from heating up.

you scoot back and begin to undress yourself. meanwhile jaehyun snatches the box up and rips it open. “oh, baby.” jaehyun softly chuckles. “we’re gonna have so much fun tonight.”

“fuck, we need batteries first.” jaehyun sighs and reaches over to your nightstand. he opens the drawer and shuffles around, picking up two batteries and sticking it in the toy.

jaehyun sits up to see you naked. “you look so beautiful. you always do.” he reaches forward and pinches your nipple. “you’re so beautiful, baby.” he whispers and rubs your hard nipple with his thumb.

“here,” jaehyun holds up the toy. “i want to see how you’d play with this.” you hesitate but take the toy from him. “i want to watch,” he says, again. “is that okay?” you nod and sit back, with your legs stilk pressed together.

“can i get a pillow?” jaehyun reaches behind him and grabs a pillow, fluffing it and handing it to you.

you tuck it behind you and you lay back, finally pulling your legs apart and letting jaehyun see your glistening pussy.

“fuck, baby.” jaehyun licks his lips and hisses at the sight.

you turn the toy on and gasp when it starts buzzing softly. “hm,” jaehyun grabs the box and reads the front. “there are five settings— let’s try them all.”

“a—all—?” your clit dying to feel the buzzing. “yes, all. we have all night. tomorrow’s christmas.” you bite your lip and gasp when jaehyun guides the vibrator to your clit.

your hips jerk inward and every muscle in your body clenches. “o—ooh, god.” you sigh and let out a string of moans. “o—ooh, my god.” you roll your hips and toss your head back.

“fuck, you’re so gorgeous.” jaehyun whispers and reaches up, grabbing ahold of your nipples and pinching them between his fingers. “i—im gonna c—cum!” you groan and clench around nothing.

jaehyun grins as you let out a soft gasp and watches as you go tense. your orgasm hitting you softly yet so roughly.

“hm, should we move it up a level?” you smile through your recovery and nod. “that’s my girl.” jaehyun rubs your clit with his thumb and takes the toy from you, switching it off and then climbing off the bed.

“wh—where’re you going?” you can barely lift your head off the pillow. “getting some of our other toys.” you watch as he walks to the closet and comes back with several rose gold silk ribbons.

jaehyun sits back in the bed and drags you to one of the bed posts. “don’t tie it too tight.” you say as he begins tying your wrists together. “ahh, i won’t.” jaehyun tightens it and a whimper is released from you as you bring your eyes to his.

“mm, im sorry, my love.” jaehyun softly chuckles and leans down, giving your forehead a kiss. “i said not too tight, asshole.” you say between (nervous) laughter.

jaehyun takes the next ribbon and uses it to tie your ankle— this ribbon was long so it was a given opportunity for jaehyun to bring it all up your legs and to your hips, where it ends, he ties it up into a bow and stands on his knees.

“so pretty.” jaehyun admires his work and bites his lip. “try not to roll off.” he says with a soft chuckle.

jaehyun reaches for the toy and the bottle of lube catches his eyes. “hm.” the corner of his lips quirk and his hand reaches for it as well. “let’s put this to use.” he flicks the bottle open and squirts some onto the round vibrator.

jaehyun flicks the toy onto the third setting and bites his lip at the buzz. “mm, this one is powerful— i wonder how the other settings will be like.” he lifts your legs and uses the toy to smear the lube on your lips.

you shudder at the cold feeling. jaehyun slips the toy into your cunt and a yelp escapes from you. the buzzing inside you felt so different. your walls clenched around the toy which vibrated more vibration.

“o—ooh, my god— get this thing out of me!” you shudder and squeeze your fists. “h—holy fuck, it’s so strong!” you gasp, digging your nails into your palms.

jaehyun chuckles at the sight of you being torn up from a toy. “how does it feel, baby?” you groan in annoyance (more like not being able to form any words), and flip to your side. “aw,” jaehyun groans. “cmon, baby. tell me how it feels.”

“so— g—god!” you shake your head and choke back a whimper. “i—i can’t!” you could feel tears forming in your eyes and they threatened to fall.

jaehyun hums, thrusting the toy further into you. “mm, yes you can, baby. i know you can.” an orgasm has you thrashing around and biting back a vicious moan.

“ah ahh,” jaehyun tuts as your moans become louder from the stimulation. “do you remember our baby boy in the other room, let’s try not to wake him, yeah?” you nod and bends your knees.

you let out a whimpery cry when feeling the buzz hit your g-spot. “t—that— god!” you scream and arch your back off the bed. “feels so fu— fucking good!” you manage to get out and jaehyun smiles down at you.

“i know you could do it.” jaehyun pulls the toy out and shuts it off.

“that was torture.. holy fuck.” you laugh and so does jaehyun.

“looked fun.” jaehyun says undressing himself. “oh, did it now?” he nods and you sit up. “why don’t we test it on you?” the man shakes his head and grabs you by the hips.

jaehyun fixes the way you’re laying and holds your thighs firmly, keeping your feet in the air. “not tonight, baby. another night. but, tonight is about you and making another baby— m’kay?” you nod, watching as your husband lays flat on his belly.

“now, sit still for me so i can eat this pretty pussy.” you moan and hide your face behind your arm as jaehyun dips his head and flattens his tongue on your pussy.

jaehyun hums, causing more vibration to buzz against your clit. (as if the vibrator wasn’t enough).

“oh, god.” you gasp and tip your head back with your eyes shut. “good god, jaehyun!” you cry out as he dips his tongue into your hole.

jaehyun groans and lets his eyes flutter shut while he laps your juice. your sweet sweet juice that he can never get enough of.

“sh—shit!” you attempt to laugh through the pleasure but jaehyuns nose rubs against your clit. “oh, god— i’m gonna cum.” you whisper.

your hands begged to be released. they’d begged to just be lost in his soft locks but the restraints held you hostage.

“fuck— i’m— i’m cumming!” you pant out.

jaehyun quickly laps up your juice and sucks your clit. he brings his a pair of fingers to your pussy and thrusts them into your cunt. it was a perfect fit— your walls snuggled him tightly while he thrusted them to fuck you through your orgasm.

“fuckfuckfuckfuck!” you squeal and turn to your side as it gets too much. jaehyun sits up and licks his fingers clean. “i wasn’t quite finished, baby.” you shake your head (and so did your legs).

“i think.. i think im done for the night.” jaehyun uses the back of his hand and wipes his mouth and around. “hm, i think i remember you saying that this week is your ovulation week and that.. you’ve been wanting another mini us. right?”

you turn back and face him with a nod afterwards. “i do but, i don’t think i can have so many orgasms in one night. i mean, don’t get me wrong— it feels amazing but, sir, i am going to be sore before sunrise.” you laugh and jaehyun reaches forward, untying the ribbons from your hands and ankle.

“one more round, baby. one more.” you look at the clock on jaehyuns nightstand— it was almost three in the morning.

you bite your lip to hide the cheeky smile. “i guess another round wouldn’t hurt.” jaehyun softly chuckles and grabs you by the waist.

jaehyun hovers you over his lap and sinks you down on his cock. “w—wow.” you laugh with nerve and adjust to the size.

you swore he grew everyday.

“god, you’re so.. huge.” you and jaehyun both laugh. “take your time, baby. we’ve got all night ahead of us.” you rest your hands on his shoulders and let out a extended exhale.

“that’s it, baby.” jaehyun says as he feels you move your hips in a circular motion. “keep moving your hips like that.” he sets his hands on your hips and squeezes them while your roll them in circles.

jaehyun reaches down and uses his thumb to rub your clit. “i—im sensitive, dickhead!” you grab his wrist and he laughs. “i’m sorry, i am.” jaehyun hugs your waist and presses a kiss on your chest.

jaehyuns hands rest on your ass and pulls you on. “let me help, baby.” jaehyun drops your ass and picks it back up.

you moan and jaehyun smiles. “i love how you sound, baby.” you dig your chin into his shoulder in embarrassment. “you sound so fucking adorable when getting fucked by me.”

jaehyun holds your hips still and uses the wall as a support for his back to push his hips up.

“oh, my god.” you gasp, nails digging into his soft skin while jaehyun pounds into you. “oh, god, im gonna cum.”

“wait for me, baby. i wanna cum together.” jaehyun whispers.

several seconds pass by and you are reaching your climax with jaehyun. his cock pumping his load into you while you attempt to recover from your orgasm.

“can we shower?” you ask with drowsy eyes. “how’bout we take a bubble bath instead?” you softly laugh, lifting your head off his shoulder. “use nanas bubbles?” jaehyun nods and you do as well.

jaehyun holds you close while climbing off the bed and to the bathroom where the pair of you took a bath with bubbles.

you’d fallen asleep which jaehyun thought was absolutely adorable.

A/N: tbh there was no boxing related in here HAHA. but, it was just a cute little thing to write. :)

[allkordelia]

The Funeral pt.2

Daemon and Rhaenyra were walking along the shoreline alone talking, daemon and her talk about what they been doing for the last ten years. Daemon talks about his life in the serpent islands, how he spent his time taking care of his children while rhaelle ruled. He speaks on how he married laena behind rhaelle's back and how along the years they became great friends, rhaenyra listen jealous at the life Daemon and rhaelle built for themselves, daemon mentions his infidelity that resulted in gaela and how he had to be sent away with laena and the children when the war happen in the serpent islands.

He talks about how hard it was when rhaelle left him to fight, how he filled the hole where rhaelle belong with paramours and laena. He regretted it he admitted how he felt a ashame for laying with other people who wasn't rhaelle, and when she came back things change even more when he found out about her injury.

"...it has been a tough few years things have change." He says as he stop to stare out at sea, rhaenyra stood close and agreed.

"Yes, they have uncle." Rhaenyra look at daemon before she look down at his hand, she move her finger touch his making him glance down and touch hers back.

"We have change." He looks at her no longer the young princess he remember long ago but a grown woman.

"Some more than others." He tilt his head slightly to the side, "She has made you weak, uncle." Daemon narrow his eyes at his neice.

"I am still the same man I was years ago." Rhaenyra shook her head step closer to daemon.

"She may make you think that but you are not, she had broken you uncle she has taken everything that made you special and had you lock it away." Daemon look away from rhaenyra, he knew what she said was true but it wasn't entirely rhaelle's fault, "As she rules and fight wars you sit in a castle  waiting for her to return to you like some maiden." Daemon look back at his neice with a dangerous glint making something stir in the princesses chest.

"Watch yourself, neice."

"I mean nothing by it, I am only telling you what I seen and what you told me." Rhaenyra sigh looking down as her hand brush against daemon making him use his finger to brush against her own, "If you had chose me I would have treated you like a king like you deserve." Daemon move to stand in front of rhaenyra, he can not lie and say that he did not miss feeling like he had the whole world in his hand, and at any moment he can easily crush it if he wanted to without any consequence.

"Why did you follow me, sweet neice." Rhaenyra look up at her uncle with a placid look.

And here he was with rhaenyra who after all these years still wanted him, still carved him, who look at him as if he was a living god. But, he still love rhaelle, rhaelle is his whole world along with his children. After seeing what happened to laena, she distance herself from him just like she did when the war was over in the serpent islands, rather than comforting one another she decides to lock herself away and make daemon worry. It feels like she doesn't love him anymore even through he knows she still does, and it makes him so frustrated that they can't talk about it like they use to which is why he been acting like...the rogue prince.

Daemon looks at rhaenyra, maybe he just need to let his frustrated out in a way that he knows how, rhaelle won't know.

"The same reason you couldn't take your eyes off me, my prince." Daemon watch as rhaenyra's hand reach up to coddle his cheek, he move his face into her touch and close his eyes, "Do you still want me, uncle." Daemon open his eyes and look at her.

"Only if you have me, neice." Rhaenyra lift up as daemon bend down to connect their lips,  they held each other as they share a kiss.

"I want you, daemon." Rhaenyra whispered against his lips making daemon move his hand along rhaenyra's gown to unloosen her laces.

—

The five boys walk along the beach dunes toward the resting dragons when suddenly they heard a loud growl stop them from headed towards where they dragon were, they turn to the sound making maekar and baelon who were  familiar to the beastly sounds of vhagar make maekar look worry while his brother wore a smile.

"She followed us." He said moving away from the direction of his dragon and towards where vhagar was.

"Baelon, where are you going, get back here." Baelon didn't listen as he continue on to find the beast soon ronas and romarn follow after with aemond.

Maekar turn to where their dragon slept before looking back at the boys go off, he follow after hurrying to catch up. As they walk further along the beach dune, maekar stop to look out at the shore, it was dark only the light of the moon could make it possible to see. Thats how maekar saw his father and rhaenyra together, he hunch down seeing them walk side by side. Curious. He stayed where he was watching them.

While maekar was seeing what his father was up too, the others found vhagar nesting. They stood far from the she-dragon, baelon look at aemond who gawk at the great beast in awe, baelon took a step back trying not to get notice before he nudge aemond forward cashing the boy to slip on the sand. Aemond turn to glare at Baelon moving to shove his shoulder making the mischievous boy snicker, ronas and romarn shook their head at their uncle's antics.

"This is your chance, aemond." Baelon jest, "Go claim the largest beast to ever live." Aemond scowl him.

"I will have to be an idiot to go near her." The boys chuckle before back to watch vhagar unknowing to them aemond was actually thinking about doing it.

As they stood there baelon finally notice that his brother wasn't with them.

"Where is Maekar." Aemond furrow his brows as he look around with his cousins.

"He must have chicken out and return to the castle," Ronas says looking at his brother who snicker making baelon look at him with a look.

"My brother is no chicken." He said darkly before walking away. 

"Where are you going." Romarn ask.

"To find my brother, don't do anything stupid while I'm away." He stop and turn to look at ronas and romarn, "Can you two idiots do that." Both brothers scowl their cousin, making baelon smirk and walk away to find maekar.

As baelon walk the way they last came he walk along the beach dune to see maekar hunch down looking at something, baelon came closer to his brother before he can say anything his words got stuck in his throat at seeing his father and rhaenyra kissing.

"What." He mutters making maekar look away to look at his brother, baelon stare stun at the display he couldn't believe his eyes.

Maekar got up shielded his brother from their father infidelity, maekar put his hands on his brother's shoulder looking at him when he notices the other wasn't with him.

"Baelon, where's the others." Baelon didn't say anything as tears welled in his eyes, maekar shook his brother making the young boy glare at him, "Where is the others," Baelon sniff blinking his tears away.

"They are waiting–" Before he could finish the sound of wings flapping cause them to look up and hear distant screaming.

They look at each other before dashing back where vhagar was nesting when they did they saw ronas and romarn running towards them.

"He did it...he did it, he climb on vhagar and flew off." Ronas says out of breathe.

"Why didn't you stop him." Maekar hiss at ronas making romarn step forward getting between his brother and uncle.

"What was we suppose to do, he ran off before we even knew what he was doing." Romarn snap back.

"We need to go back to the castle, and get help–" Maekar starts.

"What for? He claimed vhagar they're no need to get help." Romarn says

"We can't just leave him out there."

"He will be fine, unlike us if you go tell, if aunt valaena found out we didn't go to bed like she said, she tell our father and he kill me." Romarn stated.

"That sounds like your problem." Maekar turn on his heels stomping away with baelon behind him, romarn growl and follow after with his brother next to him.

They go through the cave that leads back inside the castle, when they get there they found rhaena, baela, alys, aemon, alyssa, aegor, balaegor, jacerys, daeron, jaenara, and lucerys coming into the cave.

"What are you all doing out of bed." Ronas ask.

"We could say the same for all of you." Aegor said looking at ronas and romarn with a glare.

"We went out for a walk." Baelon lied making aemon look him before looking at maekar.

"It's a long story we need to find mother–" Rhaena look away from her brother to see a long hair boy come in.

"Its him." She accuse making maekar stop to look at her, Maekar furrow his brows and turn with the others to see aemknd walking in with proud smile.

"It's me." He stops just between ronas and romarn.

Maekar watch as his sister accuse aemond of stealing vhagar.

"Your mother's dead. Vhagar has a new rider now." Rhaena was quick to charge at aemond making him shove her away, maekar watch with wide eyes as baela threw at punch at aemond making him do the same.

Aegor grab aemond by the collar of his robe and slam him against the wall.

"What the hell do you think your doing," he hiss to his cousin.

"That bitch hit me first." Aegor slam  aemond against the wall.

"Watch your tongue. Have you loss all sense in your head," Aegor was pulled off of aemond by Romarn making Aegor and Romarn bump chest.

"Leave him alone. She attack him first he was just defending himself."

Baela was help off the ground by jaenara and alys, as rhaena was being held by baelon who look at her to see if she was okay. Ronas stood beside aemond as they watch aegor and romarn.

"Of course you will pick his side." Aegor says.

"Enough. Both of you." Aemon and Maekar pull them apart, "We are all tired and it been a long day." Aegor look at Aemon before back at Aemond.

"He needs to apologize."

"For what? For defending himself or allowing vhagar to claim him." Romarn argues.

"Both." Jacerys says.

"Stay out of this bastard you have no part in this." Aemond says to jacerys, the tension was getting high as all the children went silent.

"Do not call him that." Jaenara hiss at her uncle stepping her away from her cousins, aemond look at jaenara with hint of hurt at her taking their side.

"Why not. You know it's true we all do."

"I said shut up." Jaenara shouted.

"Or what you gonna get your bastard brother to–" Jaenara was fast to slip pass her older cousins to tackle aemond to the ground, she hit him with her close hand repeatedly before she pull from him by Maekar.

"Enough." He says holding jaenara as she kicks at aemond, "It's not their fault that they're mother's a whore." Jaenara stop her struggle and glance up at maekar in shock.

"Yeah, it's not like they chose to be bastards just like they didn't chose to have a whore for a mother." Baelon says.

Aemon look wide eyed at baelon, before he could try to control the situation, all hell breaks lose as jacerys attacks baelon and jaenara elbow maekar in his face causing him to let her go of her and stumble back to knock into lucerys causing him to fall to the dirt. They were fight to the left and right, Alyssa held onto daeron to keep him from helping his brother as balaegor went off to get someone, baela and rhaena along with jaenara jump on aemond and started punching and kicking him, brother fought brother, cousin fought cousin, uncle fought nephew.

In some way, they were taking their anger out on each other, baelon out of jacerys, romarn out of aegor, aemond out of jaenara, ronas put of lucerys and jaenara. Even, aemon started to fight maekar after aemon push maekar causing the younger brother to punch his older brother. The fighting didn't stop, not when Alyssa and Alys scream at their own brothers to stop or when blood and bruises painted their face.

Jaenara jump on aemond back as he fight jacerys, she got him in the chokehold that she seen the knights do in the courtyard whenever they train, aemond got up off jacerys struggling for air. He swing his body trying to get her off him when that didn't work he slam his back into the wall, whe she didn't let go he did it again harder causing her head smack against the wall and let go. Her head throb and everything look fuzzy for a second, aemond held a rock that he grab when he started to fight jacerys. He swing around not knowing that it was jaenara who choke him, and the rock contacted to the crown of her head making her fall on her side.

"Jaenara!" Alys cries, her cries made everyone stop fighting as they watch alys and alyssa run over to jaenara, as they go to check on her, aemond drop the rock in fear.

"Jaenara! Wake up." Alys says as she shakes her cousin but the young girl didn't move, Alys starts crying as she move jaenara so she was holding her in her arms.

The boys watch horrified. Baela and Rhaena held each other while Alyssa still tries to wake her cousin up, lucerys stares at his sister, his big sister his bestfriend. He starts breathing heavy before he tears his eyes away from his sister to glare at aemond who stare at jaenara with misty eyes, no one saw it coming they were so focus on jaenara unmoving body to catch lucerys take out his small dagger and charge at aemond.

"This is for my sister." Aemond look at lucerys before he let out a blood curling scream as lucerys's dagger slit his eight eye causing him to holler and cuddle his eyes.

Aemon and Makear took their eyes away from jaenara to aemond who continue to howl in pain, maekar stalk to lucerys taking the dagger out of his hand and throwing it aside while aemon went to aemond's side.

Balaegor came rushing in with guards, one knight look around at the sight of the children and notice prince aemond and prince aemon, the knight hurries over to aemond trying to get a look at the aemond's eyes.

"Gods be good." The old knight mutters making aemon look at him concern.

"Is is bad." He ask making the man look at him.

"Very bad, my princes."

A moan came from jaenara causing alys and alyssa to turn to her to see her fluttering her eyes open, the young girl's head was pounding and everything was fuzzy again. Alyssa cries out in relief as jaenara slowly sit up with the help of alys.

"She's alive." Alyssa says.

"Thank the gods." Aemon says getting as the knight pick up aemond to take him to the hall. All the knights guided the children to the hall and had a servant go get the the king and queen along with the rest of the adults.

—

Rhaelle was limping down the hall alone when she came from laenor's chamber, she went to go to her and daemon share room only to find a servant there telling her of what happen. Rhaelle burst through the double doors to find everyone there waiting as aemond was getting his eye looked at, she saw valaena and aeron with their children and corwyn's children and baelor was next to aemond, rhaelle turn to her other children and gasp at their faces.

"Mother." Aemon stood up going to her, she set her cane in her other hand and grasp her son's face. He had a bruise cheek and busted lip.

"My gods, what happen to you." Aemon swallow casting his eyes away from his mother.

Rhaelle move to check on her other children, baelon's lip was busted and his nose look broken, maekar's nose was also broken. Alyss and Alys look fine. She went over to baela and rhaena to see them blooded as well, anger flow through her as she look at her children beaten face.

"Who did this?" She hiss to the crowd, she look around as everyone stood there with dumb looks, "I want to know what happen, now." She snap slamming the end of her cane on the floor so it made a loud sound.

"A fight broke out between the children, princess." A knight from house velfrey says, rhaelle furrow her brows and look over at her grandchildren, balaegor didn't have any bruises or blood but aegor did. Ronas didn't look beaten as well but nothing can be said about his older brother who was huffing and puffing as the maester look at his nose.

Her eyes soon turn over to jacerys and lucerys who were both beaten as well, she look back at her sons, she pinch the bridge between her eyes and sigh, this was thr last thing she needed to deal with.

The doors to the hall was open, rhaelle turn to see rhaenyra hurry in and go towards her children. Not a second later daemon stood by the door leaning against the wall, as rhaelle look at him he kept his eyes on rhaenyra and her boys. She look away from him and back to her children, she notice maekar and baelon looking over at their father with a share look.

"I want to know what happen and I want to know now." She said looking at Aemon, who glance over at his brothers, "Hey, I'm talking to you, what happened." Rhaelle put her finger under his chin and made him look at her.

"I...I tried...I..." Rhaelle frown as her son's eyes start to well up making her drop her hand and pull him into her chest.

"Shhh, it's alright, I'm sorry. Your not in trouble..." she said before looking at her other two sons, "...none of you are in trouble–" Rhaenyra's voice cuts through making rhaelle look at her.

"They should be. They all should be punish along with aemond." Rhaenyra said.

"For what?" Baelor ask with his arms crossed looking at his sister.

"All I want to know is what started the fight." Valaena says next to her husband who was scorning Aegor.

"Please, we must calm down. We will get to bottom of thus and move from it," Viserys says.

"I do not think we can, your grace." Rhaenyra says making everyone look at her, "Vile insults were hurled against them and me by your son and nephews." Rhaenyra look to baelon and maekar making rhaelle shield them from her view.

"What insults?" Viserys ask.

"The legitimacy of my sons' birth was put loudly to question." Viserys look to his son who glance away before looking over to his nephews who held no remorse.

"My sons would never do that." Rhaelle defended her children.

"But, it is true, auntie. Baelon called us bastards and maekar called our mother a...whore." Jacerys says making rhaelle turn to look at aemon who glance away yet again before looking at baelon and maekar.

"Baelon? Maekar? Is this this true." Baelon look up at his mother before looking at his cousin before back at her, he shrug his shoulders making rhaelle scowl him before looking to her other son.

"Maekar?" The young boy glance at his mother before looking at his father who stare at him with squinted eyes.

"I said it." He turn his eyes back to mother, "And I'm not sorry that I said it." Rhaelle sigh as she rubs her forehead.

"See. My sons are in line to inherit the Iron Throne, your grace. This is the highest of treasons." Rhaenyra turn her eyes over to her cousins, "Prince Aemond along with Prince Baelon and Prince Maekar must be sharply questioned so we might learn where they heard such slanders." Rhaelle glare at rhaenyra.

"Your not doing shit to my sons." Rhaelle spat angrily.

"Nor our brother." Baelor snap, "It is obvious that things got a bit heated and they repeated words they didn't mean." Maekar roll his eyes along with Baelon who yawn in his hand making Viseys look at him.

"Are we boring you, Baelon?" The king questions making baelon look at his uncle.

"A little bit, uncle, yes. After all it has been a long night." He said with a tired smile making Rhaelle hiss at her son to stay silent.

"He doesn't even show remorse for his actions," rhaenyra says with a scowl making baelon look at her.

"Like father, like son." Rhaenyra swallow as she saw the anger that filled his eyes.

"Enough." Rhaelle says looking at her son before looking back at the room, "It has been a long day, all the children will say their sorries to one another and go to bed."

"I agree." Viserys says.

"What of my son's eye? Will he not get compensation." Viserys look to his wife and try to talk to her as rhaelle rub her face with her hand, she look over at her children before looking around the room.

"Where is jaenara?" Rhaelle ask her children making the others look at her.

"A knight had to take her to her chamber for the maester to look at her, she was hurt bad in the fight." Alys says as she rub her nose with the back of her hand.

"What happened?" Rhaelle ask worried.

"Aemond hit her in the head with a rock and she pass out for a few minutes before she came to again, but when waited for you in the hall she threw up and started seizing up." Alyssa says as she hug herself, rhaelle look over at aemond who stare at the ground before looking at rhaenyra who was staring at Alyssa with a blank look.

"Do try to look a bit worry, rhaenyra. She is your daughter after all." Rhaenyra turn her eyes to glare at rhaelle as she pull away from her son to go closer to rhaelle, rhaelle move away from her children as she glare back at the princess.

"Yes, my daughter. Mine. Not yours." Rhaenys look rhaelle up and down with sneer, "No matter how much you want her to be she is not your daughter, your daughter died because you couldn't take care of her."

"You fucking bitch." Rhaelle slap rhaenyra making the princess stagger back, rhaenyra huff touching her cheek with the back of her hand.

"Cunt." Rhaenyra attack rhaelle makjng them fall to the ground.

Everyone watch with wide eyes as rhaelle knee rhaenyra in the side before pushing her off her, she climbs on the girl and started slamming her against the floor.

"You miserable bitch you just had to open you fucking mouth." Rhaelle mutter as rhaenyra use her hand to push rhaelle's face away causing rhaelle to bite her hand.

"Ahh, you whore." Rhaenyra hiss before snatching her hand away and grabbing rhaelle's hair to pull making rhaelle growl in pain as she took her hands from rhaenyra's neck to pry her hand from her hair.

"Rhaelle! Rhaenyra! Stop this at once." Viseys shouted.

"Fuck her up, mother." Baelon shouted before he was pull away by his grandfather.

Rhaelle and rhaenyra struggling on the ground as daemon watch in amusement, the last time he saw rhaelle this angry was when he had to tell her about gaela's mother. It was making him hot to see rhaelle all angry.

"You pathetic old hag, no wonder he doesn't want you." Rhaenyra says loud enough for only rhaelle to her, "Maybe that is why he rather fuck me than you." Rhaelle stop her attack on the princess and look down at her, she glance up at daemon as he kept the knights from touching his wife before look at rhaenyra.

Rhaelle laugh in her face making rhaenys and everyone else in the room give her odd look, she push herself off rhaenyra as she held a amusing smile watching as rhaenyra gets up as while with the help of her father and corlys.

"What is so funny." Rhaenyra hiss, rhaelle ignore and look to her mother.

"Mother, take the children to bed." Rhaelle says looking at her mother who was surrounded by her grandchildren, "please, mother I do not wish for them to hear what I have to say to this woman." Rhaenys look at her daughter for a moment before she start ushering her childern up the stairs making rhaelle watch.

"I ask you question." Rhaenyra snaps making rhaelle look at the girl.

"You are you stupid girl." Rhaelle laugh again, "You actually think that he cares about you, he doesn't, belive me he doesn't give a shit about you." Rhaenyra look at daemon as daemon look at rhaelle, "You are no more than a warm body no a warm mouth to him," she motions to daemon making everyone in the room look with wide eyes.

"You are just jealous." Rhaelle chuckle rubbing her face exhausted from the day and from these people she call her family.

"You will see. He will use you and come running back to me, begging for my forgiveness." Rhaelle look at daemon with a look, "He can't help but come back to me," Rhaelle smirk looking back at rhaenyra scowl, "so enjoy him while it last, because the last whore he convince he was in love with ended up being discarded like trash after nine months." Rhaelle walks forward making viserys put his arm in front of rhaenyra to keep rhaelle and her apart, but rhaelle was done fighting and walk pass them.

"You all have a goodnight, now." Rhaelle says as she walk up the stairs while everyone watch.

She went to jaenara's chamber looking to see laenor sitting in a chair next to her bed with his hand holding her small one while his body bend forward with his head on the her, she smile at the scene before closing her door, she made it down the hall towards gaela and gaemon chamber to find them still asleep in the same bed.

She didn't want to go back to her own chamber knowing daemon was going to be waiting their with some half ass excuse, so she started a fire in the fireplace before flopping down on the couch with sigh. She been so busy taking care of laenor and being there for him that she forgot about herself, she grab the small pillow next to her and put it against her face before let all the emotions of today seep through her sobs and screams.

The hope of tomorrow being a better day was nonexistent, all she hope is that she didn't have to deal any of her relative again.

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𝐋𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐚 𝐖𝐞𝐞𝐦𝐬 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

New years Joy : New years are always loud and chaotic, but watching her made it peaceful.

Lie when you Cry : Yoy was getting better, and everything was doing fine. but then it all came crashing down. you broke her promise, is she mad about it?

Different Perspectives : She admired the tattoo you got that was engraved with her initials, she wonders why you would do such a thing. To her, she wasn't the standard of a woman, to you, she was a goddess.

Needed to hear : Your mother's visit was unpleasant. Larissa said the things you have been dreading for your mother to tell you.

There for you : Larissa is a strong woman, adored by everyone, and a role model to young students at nevermore Academy. But every strong woman has a limit, even her.

Bravest thing : "What's the bravest you've ever done?" "Asking for help."

Pretty Girl : She gets flustered seeing your body with only your swing suit on a beach,

I found you : You got lost on the train with Larissa, and when you saw her, she was already staring at you.

Would have been the One : Hey can you do a Larissa x femreader where reader insecurities get the best of her (age gap and how she looks maybe) and Larissa being stressed with work just push her more down to that hole and there's no happy ending...... sorry i just want to have a good cry

Deadlines : Larissa x Autistic reader where they have a meltdown & Larissa finds them & comforts them n just a lot of fluff n kisses

Valentine Kiss : I would like to make a Larissa Weems X Fem reader request where r is a teacher at Nevermore and Larissa just has a huge crush on her (the crush is mutual ofcourse). And she decides to get r a bouquet of flowers and a gift (favourite book, coat to match Larissa, piece of jewelry, anything of that sort) on Valentine's day and asks her out.

Que r getting all mushy and giving Larissa many kisses, maybe even a cuddle scene afterwards if you're up for it!

Malfunction : may i ask for a fic where everytime larissa smiles, whether it be directed to reader or to someone else, reader just... malfunctions. like stopping or forgetting whatever she's doing for a moment and smiling like an idiot, who still does her best to compose herself because she needs to do things but larissa's smile is really making it difficult. so, reader decided to take a breather outside but then larissa followed her. cue to reader saying "one more smile and you'll be the death of me" or something. i just want the fluffiest fluff to ever fluff, if it's okay with you.

Confused Feelings : Okay okay so I just read your most recent Larissa x reader and thought “what if it’s reversed?” Where instead of reader malfunctioning, it’s Larissa and it makes her confused at first because she’s usually so well composed but whenever she sees reader she just turns to mush. She later realizes she has feeling for reader but they’re very clueless and thinks they are doing something wrong because Larissa would avoid them whenever they’re alone. But still fluffy ending. Thank you!!

Second Chance : Hi!! can I request a Larissa x teacher!reader with a really shy reader but is also a people pleaser. Basically reader finally asks Larissa out on a date. Reader wanted it to be the best date ever so they planned a lot but Larissa completely forgets. And I mean like maybe a few days have passed and she still hasn’t remembered because of work. Reader doesn’t want to make a fuss so acts okay but also avoids Larissa a little until one day, Marilyn (just Marilyn) who is reader’s best friend who was maybe away for a conference comes back and asks Larissa how the big date went and Larissa panics and apologizes to reader and asks for a second chance. Fluffy ending please. Thank you!!

A Family : Hello i love your job. My request is could you write a fic where Larissa and reader are dog moms🙏🏻

Tolerate : Hey, i wanna thank you for the "Whould had been the one" fic! Seriously it made me cry!! You took exactly what i was looking for, so thank you!! 💞 and i want to request another one if it's not a problem, Larissa x femreader inspired in tolerate it by taylor swift!

Marry me : Any chance you'd write a super fluffy piece Larissa x fem!reader, Larissa has always wanted to go to a ball and loves the classic piece "on the beautiful blue danube" so reader surprises her with a trip to Vienna (can be anywhere, but Vienna and waltz kinda go together) and they have a super romantic evening and dance until morning? I just have this super soft image of Larissa dancing in a super flowy dress to a classic piece of music being regal and all. Thank you.:) If you're not interested it's also cool, I'll just keep dreaming. :)

Trust me again (I will show you) : After four years of separation, now being married to someone, Larissa finally finds out about your relationship with him. [PART TWO OF "WOULD HAVE BEEN THE ONE."]

Heart like hers.

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Return to the Water

Chapter Three: Alone, With Him

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Fighting in a foreign city, tonight will only lead me to a time bomb.— Simple Creatures, One Little Lie

Lea squeaked in horror, flailing her arms. “What the hell—“ she sputtered. “Put me down, and where is my knife? Put me down!”

“I snagged your knife a second ago,” he admitted as he stood up. “It’s in my pocket. Don’t be too mad, please. You said you’d let me help you. I’ll give it back as soon as we’re in a private suite or whatever.”

She wracked her brain, trying to locate the words in the lexicon her mother passed to her from her time amongst the humans, before she’d escaped Lea’s father. After a moment, she asked, “Don’t you need to give them something in exchange for something like that?”

“Ah…” He grimaced. “They’ll let me in. Don’t worry.”

“Why?”

But they were already at the doors to this so-called resort, and he pushed one of them open with his bony, nonexistent hip (why did she want to see it? Why would she be curious about that?), and then…

And then they were noticed.

“Timothée!” gasped a young human woman behind a strange table, looking rather like she couldn’t believe her eyes. She was gazing at him the way Timothée had been looking at Lea earlier: like she wanted to eat him, which was weird. “Can— can I help you?”

He shot the girl a winning smile. “There’s been an accident, I’m afraid. Could you maybe set us up with a room? This poor girl needs to rest.”

The woman blinked rapidly, her gaze flitting between Timothée and Lea, who was in his arms with her lips pursed, her hair draped over her shoulders and pooling on the towel wrapped around her waist. “Does— does she need a doctor?”

“No,” Timothée assured the woman. “She just needs rest. Thank you, though.”

“Of— of course,” the woman said shakily. She hit some buttons on a strange box, and then presented Lea with a small, flat piece of plastic. She bristled at the fact that it was plastic but accepted it nevertheless. “It’s, uh… I gave you our best available villa, of course. I’ll have someone escort you there.”

“Thank you so much,” he said, and she could hear the smile in his voice. 

They followed another human—this one a man—back out the door and along a walkway on the beach. “Here you are,” the man said after several minutes. “Villa seventeen. If you need anything, please call the front desk.”

“Thank you,” Timothée said kindly. “I’ll need someone to do some clothes shopping for the two of us, if possible. Is there a Saks nearby or something?”

“Certainly,” the man agreed. “Please provide the front desk with a list of all required items and any brand preferences.”

“Thank you,” Timothée said again.

The man glanced curiously at her before walking away, and before she knew it, she was inside this… this weird house-type thing.

With him.

Alone.

“Do you know those humans?” she asked, taking in the strange white furnishings; tables and places to sit, it looked like. There was a hole in the floor that was covered with glass, and she could see the ocean beneath them. A wall of glass doors was on the far side of the space, beyond it some outside wood flooring and what appeared to be a fake mini ocean, which didn’t make sense to her, because it looked like if someone just stepped off the wood flooring, they’d be in the real thing.

“Oh, uh…” He stepped inside, carrying her with him. “No, I don’t know them.”

“They acted as if they recognized you.”

Lea could practically hear him grimace. “Never mind that,” he deflected. “Let me put in a request for some clothes for you, okay?”

“Just something more secure for my lower half, thank you.” She shifted slightly in his arms. “My seaweed wrappings are sufficient.”

He looked down at her, a small smile on his lips, as if he were amused. “I’m afraid you’ll need a bit more than that if you’re going to be around humans.”

She frowned. “You know more than I do, I suppose.”

He very obviously fought back a smile. “You, uh… you can’t stand, right? I’ll need to gauge your size for clothes. I think I can manage it if you’re laying down, though, so let’s get you to a bed, alright?”

She frowned again, concerned at the idea of being on a bed around him. Her mother had told her and her sisters that bad things happened when a man—a mate—got you onto a bed. “I want my knife for that.”

Timothée blinked down at her. “Uh… sure. I’ll need to put you down to get it out of my pocket, though.”

She pursed her lips but nodded. 

Directly to their left, there was a short hallway with a door on the left side and at the end. He went through the door on their left, and they found themselves in a strange room with weird tables lining the walls and a tall metal box. “Oh, a kitchen!” Timothée said brightly. “Awesome. Now where’s the bedroom…?” He went through another door, and then he sighed in relief. “Alright, here’s the bed. Let’s get your sizing figured out.”

He didn’t touch her hardly at all while he tried to figure out her sizing, as he put it; just helped her turn her body this way and that, mumbling that she couldn’t be much more than five feet tall. 

He then spoke into a weird thing he held up to his unnaturally beautiful face, giving a very long list of items he said they needed in addition to her sizing information. He mentioned his own body as well, and what things he would need to cover it.

He instructed her on how to put on a robe and situated her with a bunch of pillows behind her, pulling up something he called “Netflix” and showing her how to scroll through it.

“Popular on Netflix,” she read off the screen.

“I’m surprised you know how to read,” he told her, sitting on a sofa to the left of the bed.

Lea fixed him with a look. “We have schools.” She turned her gaze back to the screen. “Only on Netflix,” she read. “The Crown.” She looked at a blonde woman with blue eyes. To the left of the woman, there was… there was a man who Lea could’ve sworn looked just like Timothée, just with shorter hair. “The King,” she read. “That’s weird, this man looks exactly like you. There really are a lot of humans, aren’t there?” He didn’t say anything, and she continued to scroll. “Award-Winning Movies. Don’t Worry Darling. Dune. Lady Bird.” She paused, leaning forward, closer to the screen. “Hey, this one could be your twin—“ Suddenly, something began to play on the screen, presumably what he’d informed her was a “preview”.

“You’re the Imperial Ecologist,” the human who looked exactly like Timothée said from the screen. Just then, the man himself bolted upright, took the remote from her, and turned the screen off. 

Lea examined his features closely. His face was red.

“You’re embarrassed,” she observed. “Why?”

“I— I didn’t think about you… seeing those.”

“That human didn’t just look like you,” she pointed out. “He looked exactly the same as you. His voice was identical to yours, too.”

Timothée sat down on the bed next to her. “I’m… an actor,” he explained, not looking directly at her.

She blinked, thinking of the theatrical performances she’d sewn costumes for back home. “Like in plays?”

“I’ve done plays,” he confirmed with a nod, “but it’s really just movies now.”

She looked at him for a long moment. “Is that how those people knew you? From watching you on their screens?”

He winced. “Maybe. Some, ah… some actors are—how should I put this?—recognized by some members of the public.”

“That… sounds like fame,” she said slowly. “Our ancient sisters are famous, as are our royal families; it was a huge scandal when Princess Riella neglected to return home after she…” Lea grimaced, choosing not to finish the thought. After she had her mate’s child. Instead, she went on, “After she regained the ability to do so.”

“I’m not that famous,” he assured her hurriedly. “Not like royalty or anything like that.”

“But other humans know you.”

“Yes.”

“Lots of them?”

“…Yes.”

“Huh. How odd.” 

My mate is famous.

“Okay,” he said with a sigh, carrying a great many bags and putting them on the couch by the bed. “Let me change, and then I’ll… help you.” Lea nodded, and then he left for a few minutes with a couple of bags and returned, wearing human clothes.

“Okay,” Timothée said, putting several bags in front of her on the bed. “First things first.” He pulled out several pieces of cloth, presumably more human clothing, this time for her. Holding up two articles that were several shades darker than her skin, he began, “Things that look like this—“ He held up something that closely resembled her seaweed wrappings, pink covering his stupid cheekbones— “are called bras. You put them over your, uh…” He swallowed.

“In place of my wrappings,” Lea surmised.

“Yes, exactly.” He nodded emphatically. “And things that look like this—“ He held up a piece of fabric in the same color that was shaped like a weird triangle— “are called panties. You put your feet in each hole and slide them all the way up your legs. The side with the design goes in front.”

She frowned. “Humans are weird.”

“I guess we are, yeah,” he allowed with a small smile. Then, he pulled out a short white dress that had small buttons down the middle and was covered in little black hearts. “This is—“

“A dress,” she finished for him. “I’ve made them for costumes before.”

He blinked. “You… make clothes?”

“Yes, sometimes. I like to help with the theatrical performances the others put on.”

Timothée stared at her. “Interesting. Anyway, uh— this goes over everything else, of course. We can go over jackets and coats and shit later if we have to, but for now, let’s look at shoes.” He pulled out a moderately sized box and removed the lid. Holding up the contents, he said “Okay, so these go on your feet, and—“

“How the hell am I supposed to move around in those?” she demanded.

He looked at her for a moment before seeming to recall something. “Oh, right, shit, you can’t walk. You can move your legs now, though, can’t you?”

She tried—and succeeded at, actually—adjusting her legs. “It would seem I can, yes.”

“Okay, here.” He dropped the shoes on the bed and offered her the bra, panties, and dress. “I’m gonna leave the room, so you put these on as best you can. Once you’ve got the dress on, call for me, okay?”

Lea nodded, and he left, shutting the door behind him. She removed the robe, towel, and her seaweed wrappings as quickly as she could, and then slid the panties on as best she could. The bra was harder, but she did get it eventually, and she was fairly certain she got it right. The buttons on the dress were fairly easy to handle, and, not for the first time, she wondered what she looked like.

“I’m finished,” she called.

Timothée came back in, looking her over with a slight nod. “Okay, so now that you’re dressed, we can get started.”

She narrowed her eyes at him suspiciously. “Get started with what?”

He moved over to her right side. Extending both hands, he said, “C’mon, I’m gonna teach you how to walk.”

Lea grimaced and accepted his hands, figuring this was a skill she would need if she were to function in the human world. “Okay, I guess.”

“Alright, just put both feet on the floor.” She obeyed— or attempted to, anyway; her feet didn’t reach the wooden floors.

“I can’t reach,” she complained irritably. “Your stupid human things are designed for weird, long bodies.”

Timothée mumbled something she couldn’t quite make out; possibly the word “adorable”. Then, he said, “Okay, just scoot forward. I’ll help you stand up.”

He took half a step back, and when Lea lowered her feet to the floor and attempted to shift her weight to them, she immediately toppled forward. 

Timothée caught her as soon as he realized her legs had given out. “Whoa!” He wrapped his arms around her waist, holding her upright. “Gotcha.” 

He grinned down at her before faltering a bit, and she looked up at him with wide eyes, her heart thudding in her chest so loudly she wondered if he could hear it. His gaze was fixed on her face for a few seconds before flitting down to her mouth, and he licked his lips.

Suddenly, as if snapping himself out of a trance, he said, “Okay! Uh, put your arms on my shoulders and your feet on top of mine, okay?”

She did so, though she had to put a great deal of weight on him in order to stand at all. “Feet are weird,” she observed, examining her own. “I prefer my fins.”

“They’re very weird, yes,” he agreed indulgently. “I’m going to walk backwards so you get the motion of walking down, okay?”

“Would you just—“

“No,” she insisted firmly, “I’m not ready to walk by myself, and you’re crazy for thinking otherwise.”

“Don’t be stubborn,” Timothée said, exasperated.

“Well, we wouldn’t be in this situation if you had learned how to swim, now would we?”

He sputtered down at her. “I know how to swim!”

Lea pursed her lips. “Apparently not. If you did, I wouldn’t have had to pull you out of the water. You would’ve done it yourself.”

He frowned. “I was knocked out, alright?”

She raised her eyebrows at him. “I suspect you were also drunk.”

Timothée flushed. “That doesn’t matter. I’d been knocked out. It wasn’t my fault.”

She looked up at him skeptically. “If you say so.”

Several hours later, she was holding both of his hands at arm’s length, gaze on her feet as she put one in front of the other. “I think I might be starting to get this, actually.”

“You’re doing great,” Timothée agreed.

“Why are you being so… so helpful?”

He was silent for a moment. “You saved my life. I don’t think I’ll ever be able to repay you for that.”

Give me a baby, she thought before she could stop herself. Dismissing this, she instead told him, “Oh.” His hands were warm in hers, and she looked down at her wobbling legs.

“Eyes on me, Lea,” he told her gently. 

“I wouldn’t be able to see my feet,” she pointed out helpfully. “Plus, it’s hard to look up at you because you’re so much longer than I am.”

“Uh…” He hesitated. “I think you mean taller, but— just look up, it’s fine.” After a moment, he said, “Eyes on me, lift your leg up and step forward.”

“I can’t!” she insisted.

“Just keep your eyes on me and try. You can do it.”

Her heart stuttered in her chest as she lifted her gaze to his, and somehow—somehow—her legs just… stopped shaking. Which was weird, because his eyes were, like, so pretty; weirdly so. Okay, they were multicolored and iridescent, what the fuck—

It took awhile, but eventually, Lea was able to take a step on her own.

“I’m walking!” she gasped in astonishment and delight. “Timothée, look! I— I’m walking!”

He was looking at her strangely, and if one were to read his mind, one would find thoughts that primarily consisted of, She’s so cute oh god how is she so adorable? I wonder what her boobs look like in that bra, god her skin is even paler than that fabric was, fucking hell—

Lea, of course, could not read his thoughts, which was just as well because she wouldn’t have known what to make of them.

Finally, he cleared his throat and said, “I, uh, I see. Good job.”

She smiled brightly at him, giddy from her success, and didn’t notice when he swallowed.

Big thanks to my beta @lilmaymayy

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Chapter Thirteen

My mother calls me during a late morning walk down by the beach. My ankles are submerged in the salty sea water and I’m blissfully enjoying my alone time when my phone buzzes. I know who it is before I even take it out of my pocket, because nobody calls anybody anymore, only parents. I lift it to my ear, already feeling drained by the pending conversation before she says a word. 

“Hello?”

“Hi Evie, I’m checking my emails here and I don’t see anything from your school yet.”

“School?” The word seems somehow abstract to me. It’s summer, I shouldn’t have to think about school, never mind its looming return date. There’s so much summer left to enjoy. 

“Yes, it’s the first of August, usually they’ll have sent a booklist by now, but I don’t see anything in my emails yet.”

“Maybe they’ll send it later.”

“Can you check if they’ve sent it to you?”

“I’m not near a computer right now.”

I hear her sigh. “Well did they give you a list at the end of May? Is it buried in your school bag somewhere?”

“I dunno, maybe, you can check.”

“For God’s sake.” She mutters, and I feel like rolling my eyes. This is the last thing I want to think about. 

“My bag is in my room somewhere. You can check under the desk maybe.”

“It’s like a tip in there.” She says, and I can hear her move around, opening my bedroom door and shuffling through my things. 

“Mam, do we have to talk about this now?”

“Evelyn, I wish you could clean up your clothes off the floor. The cut of this room. I hope you’re not leaving the Healys’ mobile like this.”

“I’m not.” I lie. “I’m cleaning up my clothes.” 

The beach around me is full of sunbathers and children, all merrilly enjoying their holidays, and I’m certain that none of them are thinking about school. It’s too early to be confronted with this, and I in fact haven’t even been watching TV. I’ve so far managed to avoid the cruelty of the back-to-school ads and live in blissful ignorance, pretending that the summer is endless and September does not loom ominously ahead of me.

In the distance there’s somebody running along the shore, and I absently wonder what kind of self-punishing idiot would do something like that in the heat of the day. In my ear my mother rifles through papers. “I can’t find any list.” She says. “Are you sure you got one?”

“I never said I got one.”

“Then why are you sending me on a wild goose chase?”

I sigh loudly. “You sent yourself on one. I don’t know what I need for school. I’m sure they’ll send the email with everything I’ll need soon.”

“Well, how’s your uniform?”

“There’s a hole in one of the elbows of my jumper.”

“And your skirt?”

“I think it’s fine.”

“Alright well I’m going into town later, I’m going to get a packet of white shirts and a new jumper. Anything else?”

I squeeze my eyes shut trying to think, but the prevailing thought is of how much I hate this conversation, it’s like mental exertion. “Black pens.” I manage. “And A4 notebooks.”

“What else?”

“Maybe some school socks.”

“Do you have a sharpener and eraser?”

“I think so.”

“You think?”

“Okay, will you check my pencil case and see? I can’t remember.” I hear her shuffling around some more and stare out at the sea, vacant little boats bobbing on the surface. The runner is getting closer to me, I can hear his feet distantly hitting the wet sand. 

“Your eraser looks worse for wear.”

“Because I was stabbing it with my pencil.”

“I’ll get you a new one.”

“Thanks.”

“What about a lunchbox?”

“Mam…”

“Evie! I’m trying to make sure that you’re organised this year, and not leaving everything until the last minute as usual.”

“I know, I just, I think I have everything I need. I’ll check my emails when I’m home and see if I have the booklist. I just want to think about summer, not school.”

I hear her sigh. “I know, I’m trying my best. Do you know when you’re coming home?”

“Not really, sometime at the end of the month.”

“Well your first day is the 27th, so if you could arrange to be back before then…”

“I will, Shane is driving back for his debs a few days before that anyway, so I suppose we’ll all be coming with him.”

“Oh, very good. Does he have a date to the debs?”

“I don’t know, probably though. I don’t ask him about that kind of stuff.” 

“Well do you think he’d ever ask you to go with him?” She’s insane. She’s been obsessed with this weird idea she has of me fancying Shane since I was at least twelve. I think I might have once, but only because he was the only boy I really knew. Now, I couldn’t imagine anything more mismatched, in fact, the idea of it sends a shiver down my spine.

“That’s not going to happen, I’m sure he’s going to go with someone who isn’t his little sister’s friend, mam.” I’m halfway through my sentence when I realise that I recognise the running man. He’s got dark brown hair, golden tanned skin and he’s wearing a green t-shirt that’s stuck to his body with sweat. It’s Jude. I immediately panic, believing nonsensically that him seeing me on the phone to my mother is the most embarrassing scenario imaginable and almost fling my Blackberry into the sea.

“Well, you never know.” She goes on. “Stranger things have happened.”

“Mhm, yeah absolutely” I start anxiously flailing and tucking my hair behind my ear, having no idea how good or bad I look. I’m horrified to see that Jude, even while sweaty and jogging towards me, is completely and utterly beautiful. 

“Do you think he’d ever ask you on a date?”

“Hm, what? Shane? No. Never.”

“Ah it’s a shame. And how’s Kelly getting on?”

“Okay.”

“And Claire?”

“Fine. They’re fighting.”

“Really?”

“Yes. I have to go.” I hang up the phone just as Jude reaches me and he slows down, wiping sweat from his face with his upper arm and smiling a wide, white smile. “Hey Evie!”

“Oh hey! I didn’t know it was you!” I try my best to sound breezy and unbothered, even though I can’t stop conjuring up horrible images of how I must look in my head. I imagine myself at my absolute ugliest, nose pink and shiny, hair sticking up weirdly, simultaneously greasy and frizzy. I reach up to smooth it down, and it feels fine, but I can’t be sure. 

“Just out for a walk?”

“Yeah, just enjoying the sun.”

“Same here. Hot, isn’t it? Sorry, I’m so sweaty.” He gestures to himself and I take it as permission to look at his body. I feel like I shouldn’t be allowed to look at him.

“I suppose that’s what happens when you go running in a heatwave.”

“I know, there’s no escaping it though, it’s just been hot all the time lately, even at night it’s the same so if I don’t get out and run when it’s hot I’ll never do it.” He nods towards the sea. “At least I can swim after it, and the water is so nice.”

“Yeah it’s lovely.” I agree. “I’ve been getting in three times a day.”

He nods and looks down at his shoes. A bead of sweat drips from a strand of his saturated hair down onto the sand and he shuffles side to side in a manner that seems impatient. He wipes his upper lip with the back of his wrist. “Hey, I’m sorry I didn’t… I didn’t um, text you after that night we went to the graveyard.”

I’m surprised so I laugh a little. “Oh, no, well I didn’t expect you to, like I wasn’t waiting for a message or anything, it’s fine.”

“I know, I just said that I would when I was free and I didn’t, I’ve been kind of distracted the last couple of weeks.”

“It’s okay, I understand! I get like that sometimes too.”

“I just have a bad habit of saying I’ll do something and then not doing it, like, I’m a flake. I hope you weren’t waiting to hear from me.”

“No way. I didn’t notice.” I say, even though I did. “Don’t worry, I honestly do that all the time, things just get in the way.”

“Well, if you want we can hang out now? Are you busy today?”

“No, I’m free.”

“Okay well, do you feel like a swim?”

“Right now?”

“Why not, yeah.”

I glance down at my shorts and t-shirt. “Oh, well I don’t have my togs with me at the moment.”

“Me neither I was going to go in naked.”

“Wha- oh, um, really?” 

“No.” He grins and grabs the fabric of his shorts “I’ll just wear these, they kind of double up as running shorts. Look, you don’t have to if you don’t have anything to swim in, I just thought I’d ask. Maybe we can hang out later if you don’t have-”

“No!” I say with far too much frenzy. “Just give me a sec, I’ll run up to the mobile and grab my togs, just… just wait here.” I turn and I run away from him down the beach, my feet drumming hollowly on the sand as I go. It doesn’t take me long to get back to the caravan park, just up through the dunes, over a rough-hewn fence, between two overgrown hedges and onto a gravel path that leads all the way through a muddle of holiday homes towards ours. Then I dash up the deck steps and into my bedroom at the speed of light, the PVC doors slamming into the walls, hoping the whole time that Jude hasn’t given up waiting and gone swimming without me. I snatch the slightly damp bikini I wore this morning from the window where it was drying and wriggle quickly out of my clothes. Once my underwear has been ditched among the tangled mess of my sheets I get into my togs, tie the neoprene strings behind my neck and then within thirty seconds flat I am ready to complete another five-hundred metre dash.

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[new-berry]

Screwed up that copy and paste.

NSFW not true. Minor warning under cut .Ange / Jason / Eddie.

I don’t write the consent scenes but there is implied consent with everything. Objectification (minor) over-stimulation (big fan).

Jason wakes up to the feeling of lube slick around his hole and fingers sliding inside of him. It’s disorienting, just being here is disorienting. A flight five times the length of going home to the North, after their last game. Awake when he should be asleep, getting colder when it should be warmer. All the fucking spiders.

He’s flat on his stomach, blankets yanked back, the hotel prints of beaches not local stone buildings. His shorts are still on but pulled down, tight across the top of his legs. His cock is warm between his body and the bed, getting hard already.

Jason’s in the unwilling to wake up moment of a nap, on vacation mode at the end of the season despite the insanity of a friendly match. He’s taking it as seriously as everyone else. The players won’t run, the gaffer doesn’t insist on Jason having his own room, and so he’s not waking up from his mid morning, or mid afternoon, nap without a fight.

He’s still clinging to sleep, dream images still floating through his head. Eddie accused him of dreaming like a dog once, when he confessed his dreams are all blue skies and the impression of motion.

‘Could be waves’ Jason had argued back. ‘I could be a lighthouse keeper. Dreams mean things.’ They aren’t really disagreeing. Jason’s bullshitting of course, knows that Eddie is desperate to make a joke about what the lighthouse means.

‘You a pirate maybe?’ Eddie goes on a different track. “Money at sea with only other men.” It was one of those few and far between lazy mornings when they could lie in bed and share morning breath and dreams. Jason got bored of flirting when they could be kissing, remembers that, how good it felt.

For a moment he wonders if this is a dream as well but the fingers inside him slip around for a second looking for his prostate. It makes him moan, gasp out a wet breath and push back against them.

“Look at this,” Ange says with something slithery and mean, heavier than amusement in his voice. “Taking it like it’s all he’s here for.”

Eddie laughs. It’s a sound Jason turns to, loyal to a fault. “I told you.” Eddie sounds like he’s congratulating a player on making a pass he told him would unlock the defence, “I told you how simple it is.” His voice is moving, not closer out not even really further away. Moving around the outside of the room maybe. “How simple he is.”

The fingers that are thick and slotted perfectly into him slide out, Jason gasps and pushes back again. Eddie tuts from across the room. “Don’t be greedy, I told you not to go to sleep it’s not our fault you missed the fun part.”

It takes a moment for his brain to stop chasing clouds across the sky, Eddie’s voice. He opens his eyes and it takes a moment to adjust. Later than he thought, not sure if it’s nearly evening yet. He have remembers a conversation about this. Eddie saying that should let Ange suggest something for them to do.

Eddie’s sitting on the couch. Arms spread wide, leg casually crossed, ankle resting on his knee.

“What..” Jason blinks again “what did I miss?”

“Oh honey,” Jason turns his head. Ange is sitting on the bed next to him. He’s fully dressed. “Can you really not work it out?”

“Needs everything explained,” Eddie says, Jason looks back at him, he’s fussing with the hem of his pants and doesn’t look up even though he must feel Jason’s eyes. “Do you expect to have something in you all the time like it’s normal?”

Jason blinks to open his eyes wider, and shifts. A hand settles on the small of his back. Yeah his brain gets more online. He can feel the soft tasty burn of being fingered open. Everything about Ange is heavy, the way the bed is tilted toward him dragging Jason with it, the watch band digging into his skin.

He turns to Eddie again who’s tapping his finger on his bottom lip, his hand curled under his chin. “Have you worked out what you missed?” Jason smiles, he wriggles a little on the bed “refresh my memory?”

“You missed it buddy,” Ange pushes his hand down, thumb sweeping across the top of Jason’s ass at the same time Eddie says; “spoiled.”

“Please?” Jason bucks his hips up, encouraging Ange’s fingers down “a little reminder?”

“Any chance to have something in him, he’ll take it,” Eddie goes on. “Should keep a plug in his ass.”

Jason whines but Ange laughs. “Then he’d never sit when he was supposed to,” Jason looks back at Eddie who nods. He tries to work out what that means and Ange shoves his fingers back into him

“Eddie, please,” Jason manages to say, his voice muffled by the sheets bunched up by his face; his body still feels heavy from sleeping, held in place just enough by his shorts that he can’t move freely, trying to move ro get more of the fingers slipping shallowly around his rim, stealing all his attention.

“Please what?” He’s already fingering you.” Eddie sighs and sounds exasperated “you wanted this and now you want something else,” Ange forces another finger inside him next to the other two and Jason gulps around a groan.

All he wants is to get more and lay here and take whatever they give him, it doesn’t stop him begging through; “Eddie, Please.”

“That’s so impolite,” Eddie sounds almost prim. “Why are you talking to me when Ange is the one taking care of you?”

Jason turns his head to the side. “You know,” Ange talks over Jason’s back, “I am quite offended. Maybe I should go.”

“But…” Jason reaches out and Eddie tuts again until he drops his hand. “I apologise Ange,” Eddie’s voice sounds regretful, tinged with a bit of embarrassment. “He really should be better behaved. We can leave him and honestly I’d be more than happy to take care of you myself.”

Ange stills his fingers and Jason whines without meaning to and pushes back. They ignore him. “We’re in your home after all,” Eddie goes in earnestly.

Jason moans again, tries to apologise, but Ange stabs his fingers in a couple of times spreading them in a broad luxurious press and the feeling steals whatever Jason was going to say.

“You’re a real gentleman Eddie,” Ange’s voice is a bit rougher than normal, but there is a thoughtful pause, “and I can’t lie, that’s an extremely appealing offer.”

“It would genuinely be my pleasure.”

“Ange,” Jason gasps out, “I’m sorry I’m sorry don’t go.” He squeezes around the fingers inside him as Ange goes to tug them out.

“So needy.” Jason looks between Eddie and Ange, “it’s why I had to ask Ange to help out. And then you went ahead and embarrassed me.” Eddie is sitting still and calm the chair and Ange makes a hmmmmm sound and shoves his fingers into Jason hard. “I did promise…” he begins. Jason whines and says “yes you did promise,” he backtracks at Eddie outraged huff. “Thank you for this. Please?”

Jason almost feels like he is holding his breath waiting and Eddie talks over the top, “you can make the decision of course Ange,” Jason tries to shift onto his his knees and Ange smacks him on the ass and Jason wiggles with delight.

“Embarrassing.” Eddie says. And Jason slightly hangs his head. But it sounds fond. And he can feel anticipating spiral along his spine when Ange says to Eddie instead, “I don’t think I need to walk all the way to my room when this is here.”

It’s between the burn in his ass and the burn in his stomach from them making a decision over him that makes Jason’s cock feel harder and it almosts hurts as he squirms into the bed.

“Well, be my guest,” the bed moves a little as Ange gets up, Jason turns to look but Ange leans over and twists his face back towards Eddie. “Since you keep talking amounts,” Ange says.

Jason smiles at him but Eddie just raises an eyebrow and picks up his phone. “I really have to respond to this Ange, you understand.”

“We never get a break, but still it’s the best job in the world.” Jason can hear the sound of clothes sliding to the floor as Eddie and Ange chat more about club owners and, without mentioning names, the stress of the transfer window opening.

It feels like it’s taking ages for Ange to get changed and Jason turns slightly. Before he can look there is the crack of a hand across his ass “Jesus Christ.” Eddie sounds disgusted. “It’s been a minute Jason, behave.” It’s on the tip of his tongue to protest but then Ange swings onto the bed aside him and the weighty dip of the mattress matches the dense expectation crawling through Jason.

Ange starts working his cock into Jason’s hole. There’s the soft squelch of lube and Eddie doesn’t flinch, back to typing without pause.

Ange’s hand is curled hard on Jason’s shoulder, stopping him from moving.

The angle is tough, legs held slightly together and Ange’s weight on his body, it makes it better, the heavy slap of Ange’s hips on his ass, the press of his stomach.

“Eddie…” he doesn’t look up. “Ange.” A voice from behind him correcting him. “It makes him dumb having a cock in him.” Eddie says.

“Ange..” Jason moans “oh fuck,” Ange has grabbed both his shoulders, and Jason moves enough to get his knees under him, mouth still pointed down body being pounded. Ange’s breath is as heavy as his body over him. He doesn’t touch Jason any other way.

Jason turns his head to the side he can’t see Eddie anymore, Ange slides his hands down to his hips pulling them higher up, his cock deep as it goes in him. Jason’s almost dizzy, vague memory of a dream, the rain in the pitch and the smell of wet wool from Ange’s coat in his nose. His width he’d felt in the brief chaste hugs of the after match moments.

“I could use one if this these…” Jason has a moment of delight that he’s made Ange sound like that, breathless and pleased and that he can’t get the sentence out without a pause.

“Just use that one,” Eddie says. Jason moans at the thought, humping the air but there’s nothing to rub his dick against. Then Ange shifts enough that he is swiping against his prostate and he goes limp. Ange swearing and hauling him up, fucking him with intent. “This one is falling apart,” Ange huffs. Jason would protest, clenches his muscles so Ange knows he’s sorry and Eddie says silky cruel “you can try and break it, I’ve never managed to. It’ll come crawling back for more.”

Jason chokes trying to hold back begging for Ange to try and they both laugh at him.

The slap of his stomach on Jason is louder, thick fingers digging in. “You’re in …London…” there is a pause in the words, “often enough I.. suppose.”

Jason makes a high pitched whining sound at the thought. Coming home dripping, used first by Ange, on his hands and knees in Ange’s future proofed stadium.

“You’re a good man, Eddie.” Ange digs his fingers into the curve of Jason’s ass then puts his hand on the back of his neck and shoulder, a little light headed trying to spit the cotton of the sheets out. He’s pinned to the bed with Ange’s weight, cock swinging in the air.

He knows Ange is big, and he can feel that weight used against him, eyes sliding in and out of focus, Eddie sitting in the couch arms across the back of the chair. Phone put aside. There’s a stab of pride at the same time at the stab of Ange’s cock inside him. The centre of their attention even if it’s only for their own pleasure.

Jason doesn’t hold any sound back; Ange is fucking him hard, his thrusts shift him on the bed and knock the air out of Jason’s lungs. Ange’s cock is bigger than he thought, deep inside him and lighting him up. Banging into his prostate, but only because he’s thick, not with any intention of making it good for Jason. It’s that, a hole to be offered by Eddie, borrowed by Ange and he’s clawing the sheet and coming messy and wet.

Ange doesn’t stop through his soft whimpers and that’s good as well. His brain goes back offline a little, fingers still hooked into the sheets, a white hot burst of pain that feels like pleasure that feels like pain that he can’t keep up with.

Ange doesn’t stop, doesn’t slow down, sweat from him smeared on Jason’s legs and ass.

Jason still whines when Ange pulls out, not wanting him to stop, not even when he can feel tears forming from the overstimulation the push pull of ache and orgasam and feels the sticky ownership of Ange’s come over his ass and lower back, and he wishes he had come before that he could come now, grinding into the sheets and with Ange painted over him.

There’s some jostling on the bed, fingers prodding at his hole. His shorts are yanked all the way off and his legs shoved apart with him pushed down flat. He gasps as his cock rubs in the sheets, digs his fingers into the mattress, knuckles going white as Eddie slides into him. Ange laughs, cruel this time, Eddie angling his hips to get deep inside him, tears drop out now and distantly Jason can hear Ange mention them. His mind to full of clouds and cotton to reply.

[strawberrtheartsfanfics]

Can you do conrad x reader please?

Fireworks 🎆

Every year you and your family went and visited the Fishers at there beach house and practically spent the entire summer there. You had a close bond to both the Conklin family and the Fisher family so I was not surprising to se that you and Belly Conklin had a sister like bond, best friends. So what happens when you both have a crush on the oldest Fisher boy Conrad? And what happens when he find out?

“-morning” Belly runs into your bed waking you up dramatically. You weren’t much of a morning person but Belly definitely was

“-it’s like 9 in the morning Belly, just 5 more minutes” you say shifting to the other side of the bed holding your pillow.

“-come on y/n, I need to tell you something” she says dragging you up by your arms

You sigh sitting up in your bed holding your pillow.

“-so I might have kissed Jer” she says

“-No”

“-YES” she almost screams as she throws herself down on the bed

“-I need more and what about Conrad I thought you were like in love with him” I say almost regretting that I asked.

“-I don’t know it kinda just happened”

“-Eww so you’re like hooking up?”

“-no but I think we’re dating, and for the Conrad stuff I don’t know I feel like I just have wasted my time with him.”

“-I get that” I answer back trying not to sound as if am relieved that I can now finally actually accept my feelings for Conrad.

We sit there for at least 30 minutes discussing the kiss between her and Jeremiah until we both get hungry and run down stairs.

Nobody’s up only us. The atmosphere is calm and quiet. We make toast and coffee.

Belly takes a bite out of her toast

“So y/n, what’s your situation this summer?” She asks

“What do you mean?”

“- you always have a guy during the summer, what has happened to you lately, I mean you’re acting like a nun”

“-no am not” I laughed off her question

“-am serious what’s going on?” She asks again

It felt as though I couldn’t breathe. She was my best friend and I had I crush on her first love.

“-I do like someone but I don’t think they like me” I say

“-That’s not even a little bit true” she says raising her eyebrow in disbelief

I smile

“-yeah, how would you know?” I say back

“-cause y/n you’re the type of girl that no guy could turn down. So tell me who”

God I hate myself was all I could think. Why there are 8 billion people in the world and I like him!

-“I like Conrad and I know you hate me but please don’t because trust me I hate myself more” I blurt out. It was like word vomit.

Quite… everything is quite.

I look back footsteps are coming in to the kitchen.

We make eye contact it’s Conrad. Shit shit, shit!!

I get up and take off past him I hear Belly yelling back at me to come back but I can’t not now.

I get to the beach and sit down. Somebody had left a fire still on which was kind of perfect for me because it was still a little bit chilly.

But I was quickly drawn out of my fantasy world when a familiar voice spoke up.

Some time had already passed and I was thinking about just digging a hole in to the sand and just lie down and die.

“- hey” he said as he sat down.

“-hey Connie” I say wanting to die on the spot.

We’re quite,

“- god this is a mess. I mean god” I say

“-maybe” he answers

I turn to him as he speaks up

“-are you sure you like me? Cause you have a different crush every two weeks y/n”

“-God I have liked you for so long you wouldn’t believe me” I say

“-You sure?”

“-Yes every time I se you I don’t get butterflies it’s more like fireworks going, I almost feel dizzy because I like you so much” I say word vomiting again.

“-Good because I have felt the same for you but I never really thought you would feel this way about me”

We stare into each other’s eyes for what felt like hours but was probably like 30 seconds. And he kisses me and it felt like fireworks going of in my head I never wanted it to stop.

As we come up for air he says “-we should probably get home”

“-Let’s just stay here you and me, just for a little” I say

“-I like that” he says before kissing me again.

[nicklesbam]

Lost memories

this is a short story of Kuina x female reader

SPOILERS if you haven't watched all of it

fluff, angst

As I lie here on the floor, all I'm thinking is 'please, please be ok'. The king of spades shot me down after Arisu and Aguni blew the store to pieces but somehow the only thing I'm worried about is if kuina is ok

Kuina was the first person I felt like I could trust full heartedly with my life. We met during my third game after she saved me, we haven't been apart after that

One day at the beach a realization struck me, I have feelings for her. We were sitting by the pool as usual and i just couldnt look away from her. Her eyes, her smile, the way her voice sounds so soothing or the way ahe voices her opinion no matter what. I couldn't handle the fear. Fear that she wouldn't feel the same, fear that she would end up hurt or even worse, dead

I couldn't keep my head on straight with her around so one night I packed my things and decided to leave. Before I made it out the door Chishiya stopped me

"Going out a little late are we?" He moved from the shadows making me jolt in panic

"Jesus Chishiya, I told you not to do that again" I put my hand over my heart. His face remained serious

"Are you going to explain?" He raised on of his brows. I stayed silent for a moment before finding the right words

"I can't garuntee my survival with her around" I spoke quietly. He hummed

"Kuina" he confirmed out loud. I sighed and hung my head low

"I... I have feelings for her and whenever she's around I just can't think straight. All I think about is making sure she's ok" Chishiya nodded putting his hands in his jacket pockets

"You aren't going to say goodbye?" He asked walling closer

"I can't, if I do I would change my mind." I grabbed my bag and turned to walk out but stopped one last time

"Just... please tell her I'll be ok" I didn't have to turn to know Chishiya had nodded. After that I went off on my way

In the end it was fates twisted joke that brought us together again. Almost everyone was brought together to take down the king of spades. As we both lay here kn the ground, one with stab wounds and one with bullet holes

I started to chuckle causing me to choke on my own blood. Kuina turned to me with hard breaths

"What's... so funny" she managed to get out. She started to cough up blood

"I left so this wouldn't happen. It happened anyways... funny right?" My breaths were labored. Kuina had a slight laugh

"I didn't want to see you like this, I love you too much" I stared at the sky while kuina's eyes were trained on me

"You... love me?" Kuina asked, I could hear her voice get more hoarse. I looked into her eyes

"Obviously" I smiled, blood now slipping past my mouth. I looked at her like I did the first.time I laid eyes on her

"I... love you.. too idiot" she smiled and reached out grabbing my hand

"Where do you think we'll go after this?" I questioned. She looked to the sky with a tear falling down

"Maybe home.. maybe heaven? Who knows" as she spoke I could feel myself slipping away. I tried to stay just for her but all of a sudden I stopped breathing and my face went stoic

I groaned waking up. I tried to sit up but there were multiple bandages on my abdomen

"What the fuck?" I looked at my surroundings and found I was in a hospital. I looked to my left and there was an empty bed. I decided to grab a wheel chair and find out what happened

It took a while to get into the wheel chair but I just used sheer stupidity and willpower. I wheeled around the hospital until I saw a TV in the lobby, on the news they were saying there was an explosion and I was caught in it. I sighed and rested for a minute

"Miss? You shouldn't be out of bed! You should be resting!" A nurse shouted worriedly

"I just wanted to see what happened, I'll be back there in a minute" I reassured her

"Why don't I help you?" She was about to wheel me back to the room but another emergency came in and she was needed. She told me she'd be back as soon as she can. I leaned back into my chair until I heard a familiar name

"Hikari" I turned and it was a girl with her two parents, looks like she was caught in the explosion too. I couldn't put my finger on it but I swear I know her from somewhere

I waited for the girl to have her time with her parents. I was about to wheel over when the nurse came back

"Alright miss y/n, time to go back to your bed" I didn't bother protesting, she's the nurse not me. Once we got to my room she helped me get into bed, it was a struggle but we got it done soon enough

"I'll be back to check up on you soon, rest now" I nodded. I had this feeling that I forgot something but I just can't remember. I was so stuck on this feeling that I didn't notice when someone came walking in

"Do i... know you?" It was the girl from the lobby, Hikari I think it was

"I don't think we met but.. I feel like I know you from somewhere" we both sat there for a minute, staring. It didn't feel weird for some reason

"I know this sounds weird and you can totally say no but do you want to hang out sometime?" I asked her. She smiled and her face had heated a bit

"Yeah that would be cool"

[hangryyell]

Astarion x Sil

As I relaxed around camp I could feel eyes on me. Ever since I met the vampire elf this feeling had been a constant. It wasn’t annoying, but I wish the man would say something. While we were out traveling, the feeling never faltered either. It was like cold fingers dragging along the back of my neck all the way down my spine. Anytime my gaze settled on him he was reading. Maybe I’m going crazy. I think to myself. I got up from my place by the fire and stretched with a soft groan.

“I’m going to bathe.” I called to the group, picking up my bag to wash some of my clothes that desperately needed to be cleaned. Taking my battle axe with me just in case anything tried me. 

“Alright, be careful!” Came the call from Karlach’s tent. I gave a soft smile and gave her a wave as I left camp. 

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It was late when I got back, a nice cold bath at the lake and a well deserved nap on the small beach. My clothes folded perfectly in my bag. I lean my axe against one of the boulders near my bedroll alongside my bag. I stretch again and sigh softly, now hungry and looking for food. 

“I saved you some.” Came Shadowheart’s voice to my side. I jumped from not hearing her approach me. 

“Thank you. I’m starved.” I chuckle, reaching for whatever leftovers she had for me. “Much appreciated.” I give her a smile. The cleric returned the smile and went back to her tent. I sat by the fire and ate quietly. 

This time I felt the next person approaching, but how can I not? The gaze that bore holes into me for weeks now came up and squatted beside me. 

“Welcome back my dear. Hope you had a good time with your bath.” Astarion purred, the sound sending a shiver down my spine. 

My glowing yellow eyes moved from the fire to the vampire beside me. That smirk was set in place, those hungry red eyes settled on me. I continued to eat, not saying anything else. Astarion’s eyes followed the way my throat moved as I swallowed. 

“It was perfect, got to wash my clothes and take a nap. But I assume you knew. Since you were watching.” I countered, turning back to the fire. 

The snow haired man fell silent for a little before he cleared his throat. “Someone had to watch out for you. What if something happened while you were sleeping?” 

I rose a brow and met his gaze again. “I can take care of myself Star.” I countered with a half smile. The look of disgust over the nickname made my smile full. 

“You are a heavy sleeper, how could you take ca-“ He started.

“Just say what you have been wanting to say since the day I met you Astarion. Or would you rather me say it for you?” I cut him off, finishing my food. Turning my full attentions on him. He looked at me with narrowed eyes, head turning to the side like a cat watching a bug.

“Say what?” He questioned, a half smirk on his face. The white haired man was challenging me.

I lick my lips, his stare always made it hard to talk. I won’t lie, staring at his mouth when he spoke always made it hard to do anything, even to listen to him talk honestly.

“That you are hungry and you’d love nothing more than to sink your teeth into my neck for a meal.” I say quietly, knowing the rest of the team was oblivious.

It was his turn now to watch my mouth as I spoke to him. The lick of his lips before those ruby eyes met mine once again. “Using the tadpole I see?” He asked.

I chuckled at that and shook my head. “It’s obvious Star. The pale skin, the fangs? The wandering off at night, probably to feed. I watch you just as closely as you watch me.” I parry with a knowing smirk of my own. 

The elf scowled at me after that and I couldn’t help but laugh softly. “You don’t see anything.” He huffed. 

“You’re right, I’m so sorry Star. I don’t see anything.” I mock with a frown, allowing my fingers to run down from my throat to collarbone. “Does the big bad vampire want to seduce this Dragonborn so badly?” I question innocently, cocking my head to the side. 

I watch as his gaze follows my digits, the small dart of his tongue along his bottom lip before we were back in that stare. Astarion stood quiet for a few minutes, putting his hands on his thighs.

“You sit so pretty for me.” I praised softly. 

“Now say what you want.” I demanded.

If vampire’s could blush I’m sure Astarion would be right now. He pouted and looked down at the floor. I got to my feet and dusted myself off, standing before him with a pearlescent pink clawed hand on my hip. Those scarlet eyes took their time giving me a once over. 

“Alright, when you’ve thought of what you want to say you know where to find me.” I tell him, giving him another smile. 

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Laying on my bedroll, eyes closed as I enjoy the sound of the fire, the wind in the trees and the water from a pond nearby. It was enough to lull me to sleep. 

My first snore jolted me awake. “Shit.” I hummed before I opened my eyes and saw Astarion over me, teeth bared. I reacted before my brain could process the information. My hand wrapped around his throat and I rolled us so he was under me.

I straddled him right as I finally saw who it was. “What are you doing?!” I whispered to him, hand still secured around his throat. 

The vampire didn’t look mad, he had that pretty little smirk set in place. One of his hands came up to take a hold of my wrist. “Careful darling, you might start something I can’t finish for you.” He purred those blood red eyes stared up at me with more than just the normal kind of hunger.

I shake my head and squeeze. “Speak.” I snapped, taking on the aggression that La’zel takes when talking to anyone.

Astarion groaned softly at the pressure I put on, feeling him squirm under me was such a surprise.

“I wasn’t going to hurt you dear. Never that.” He told me, the hand on my wrist slowly ghosting up my arm and back down. 

“I couldn’t take it anymore, your smell is intoxicating. I need a taste so bad.” He whined, eyes never leaving mine. The snow haired man licked his lips. 

“And you couldn’t say that earlier? Couldn’t I don’t know agree with me when I said that?” I questioned, loosening the right hold on him.

“Oh no, put it back.” He said, almost begging in that breathy tone. 

I raise a brow at him and don’t say anything.

“Please.” He said, hand still on my wrist, his blunt nails trying to gather some purchase on my scales. 

“Since you asked so nicely.” My grip tightens again, this time tighter than before.

The sigh of breath that leaves him, as he closes his eyes to enjoy it. 

“You make such pretty noises for me, Star.” I purr. Looking around to see if anyone was awake

I bend to place my lips at his ear. “Now speak, tell Sil what you’d like and I’ll tell you exactly how I want it played out.” I tell him, my tail wrapped around his leg to tease him as he thought about it. I released his throat so he could talk. 

The intake of breath he got, he opened his eyes and settled his hands on his chest as he looked up at me with that hungry smile. “My, you are the first ever to turn my brain to mush beautiful.” He panted.

“Feeding on animals like I have has left me wanting,  feeling weak. With some humanoid blood I would be stronger. Just a bite.” He said, breathier than usual. “Please.”

I gave a smirk, my tail teasing at his inner thigh now. He squirmed against my tail. “Alright.” I say, getting off him. I used my tail to lift him off the ground and get him to his feet. I grab one of the furs I was laying on.

Astarion leaned toward me with the smallest hint of a smile. I watched him, my tail wrapping around his throat. The soft hum that I could feel on my scales made me lightly squeeze. I led him deeper into the woods by camp, away from everyone. We were shrouded by tall trees and more. The entire time walking here he held my tail, I wonder if it was because my hands were too far.

“Now dear, tell me where you want my fangs.” He purred, licking his lips as I turned to him when he spoke. 

I release him again and he almost pouts. “I will sit on this pretty face.” I raise my hand and run my knuckles along his cheek. My thumb tracing his bottom lip. 

“And you will pleasure me until I am satisfied and then will you feed from me.” I explain. Astarion opened his mouth and took my thumb into his mouth, those pretty ruby eyes on mine.

“For such a mouthy vampire, you listen so good for me.” I hum, watching him. He gives a half smile at the praise.

I began to remove my trousers, those eyes following where new flesh was revealed. I felt Astarion move in closer, to my right side. My tail moves to take one of his hands. 

“You’re allowed to touch.” I tell him, placing the hand my tail held to my hip. 

The vampire all but suctioned to my side, his cold lips kissing along my shoulder. His hands trace my scales across my hip and down my back, across my stomach.

I turn to face him completely, my large clawed hand making him look up at me. I bend a little to meet his lips in a quick kiss. One of my arms go around him to hold him close. His hands slide along my sides and chest before his arms wrapped around my neck to keep me there for another kiss. I moan into it, taking over. My tongue played with his. The soft groans I swallowed as I claimed his mouth made me hungry for more. His noises always had me thinking the most obscene things. If a dragon could get goosebumps I’d have them all the time when Astarion was around.

When I pulled away from the kiss the vampire licked his lips, red eyes on my lips. 

“Now lay down so I can take my seat.” I demand softly. 

Astarion gives me a grin and gets into position, laying on the fur. 

I find my spot over him, his cold hands smoothing over the underside of my large scaled thighs. Humming, I reach down and card my claws through his hair. 

Astarion nips and licks along my inner thighs, causing me to moan softly. He doesn’t wait for me to say anything. Using his vampire strength he pulls me down, arms wrapping around my thighs to hold me still. 

I gasp, biting my bottom lip as he all but devours me. My moans are the only thing I can hear. “Shit.” I curse, closing my eyes to enjoy the way he fucks me with his tongue.

“Yes.” I groan, wanting to rut against his face, but I’m held fast. His tongue assaults my clit, swirling circles around the nub. I tighten my hand in his hair, my claws lightly marking the top of his head. His groans as he feasts on my folds just makes me tighten around his tongue when he plunges it into me.

My first orgasm stole all the air from my lungs. I topple over, hands catching me on the ground. “Fuck me.” I pant.

Astarion still has a strong hold on my thighs keeping me in place. My arms shake and I fold my arms under me, my forehead resting on them. 

The feel of his fingers digging into my scales on my thighs is a delicious feeling. Sitting up so I can see his forehead from here. He moved a little so he could look up at me and I gave him a smile.

“Should grow your nails out. It would add such a nice touch.” I tell him softly. Astarion gives me a wink as he closed his eyes and went back to pleasing me.

I bit my bottom lip and enjoyed everything he gave me. “Yes.” I moan, my hands reaching for his so I could loosen his grip a little and start to roll my hips against his tongue.

“Mmm, a mouth that’s got more any just snide remarks.” I teased. 

My second orgasm hits me faster than the first. I moan the elf’s name, thighs shaking as overstimulation rolls through me.

Astarion moves quickly, I’m on my back before I even know what’s happening. I look up at him, the moon peeking through the treetops illuminating him perfectly. Those ruby eyes seem like they’re glowing the way he looks down at me.

“Hello there.” He breaths, licking his lips. His chin and cheeks covered in my juices. 

“Hmm, good looking and covered in me? Perfection.” I praised, reaching for the front of his shirt and pulling him closer for a kiss. I moan into the kiss, large claws hand glide down his back so I could lightly sink my claws into his ass and press him closer.

Astarion hisses into the kiss. He pulls from it and stares down at me, waiting for the order he’s been wanting all night.

“One more then you can feed.” I tell him with a smirk. Astarion hummed, bending his head to nip and kiss along my hips. He bared his fangs with a hiss. My cunt tightened around air and the thought of having him inside me.

“Just when I’m about to cum, you may take from me.” I tell him, rubbing claws through his hair.

The silver haired man nodded, getting into position. He put his arms around my thighs again to keep me spread and in place. The light kisses to my inner thighs made me hum. That strong hold he had on me just made my head spin. He nipped along the delicate skin there before he returned to pressing his face into my core. 

I gasped, already starting to feel overstimulated. It felt like too much but not enough, I moaned softly at the contact his tongue gave on my clit. My gaze to watch him, those ruby eyes were already trained on me as he made a mess of me once more. Adding his fingers to the mix brought me closer to the edge faster than before. 

“Y-yes. Faster Star.” I moaned, my tail sliding along his chest and torso. My claws dug into the fur under me, the sound of it tearing as he brought me over that cusp. 

I sob his name as I cum on that pretty face once more. He groans, lapping at my mess before I feel the sharp feel of his fangs sink into my inner thigh. I gasp and cum again, thighs closing around him as he drinks. My legs shook as I laid there catching my breath, watching the stars tease me through the canopy.

“Such a good vampyr for me, Star.” I hum, reaching to run my fingers through his hair as he feeds. He has his fill and pulls away panting, some of my blood running down his chin. 

“My dear, that was erotic, thank you.” He moaned, licking his lips as he stares down at me. My eyes are fluttering closed as I just relax. 

“Rest, we’ll go back to camp in the morning.” He told me as he moved to help me get dressed. 

“I will have you inside me soon, don’t worry.” I tease him with a soft chuckle. I fall asleep quickly, hearing the rustling of his clothed feet move around the area, maybe to keep guard. I have no idea.

[its-queenofthesilence]

Part 1: The Diagnosis

The silence around her was deafening, save for the pounding in her ears. She felt as though she were trapped in space. No sound, just her blood rushing to fill the void.

Cancer

She was only 23 years old, and had just managed to dig herself out of the shithole Oliver had gotten her into. But now, she learned that she was terminal.

“H-how long do I have left to live?” she managed once her hearing returned to her.

She sat comatose on the sofa, fingers gripping the phone like a life line as she listened to Dr. Reyes on the other line explain the results of her MRI and blood tests.

"If you are lucky, a year," Dr. Reyes responded gravely, "most likely less."

"And treatment?" she asked, grasping onto any glimmer of hope.

"Treatment may slow it down, but at your stage and the type of cancer you have...remission is highly unlikely." He didn't sugarcoat the truth. "We can try it, if you want. But it will be painful, and some people prefer to live out their final days outside of a hospital."

“Now, I shou-”

Edith hung up the phone before the doctor could continue any further.

Cancer. It wasn’t fair. She wasn’t supposed to have cancer. The only reason why she even went to get tested was for the stupid nosebleeds.

Edith's gaze instinctually drifted to where Mr. Moo was curled up on the couch beside her, purring softly.

Who would take care of him?

She had no family; She had been raised in the foster care system from the age of 3 up until she aged out at 18 years old. She had no friends to lean on, no partner to ask.

Growing up in the foster care had led her not to trust anyone. Anyone who got close would inevitably abandon her, and over time it just became easier to keep anyone who showed interest in her at arms length, not willing to have her heart broken.

What relationships she did have were abusive, rocky affairs that usually ended the same way: the other person leaving because they couldn’t stand her jealous and controlling behavior.

And now? Now, she suddenly realized just how alone she was.

“Meow?”

Dragged from the confines of her mind, she took notice of Mr. Moo sitting up from his nap, head cocked to the side staring at her, as if he was trying to ask her if she was okay.

Edith reached over and gently scratched Mr. Moo behind the ears, managing a weak smile. "I'm okay, Buddy," she murmured, though her voice wavered.

The cat purred and pressed it’s face into her hand, demanding more scratches.

“It will be fine. Everything will be okay.” she whispered.

Too bad she knew it was a lie.

—

Despite learning she was dying, the world still turned and money still needed to be made in order to afford her apartment. The last thing she wanted was to spend her last year on earth homeless. Not after she just climbed out of that hole.

Never again. She wasn’t sure how long she would be able to work until the cancer progressed too far and made it difficult to work, so she wanted to get as much money while she could to ensure she wasn’t living out of the hospital, or worse: on the streets.

And also maybe be able to afford a small vacation with Mr. Moo. Go see the beach. But that was highly unlikely.

She had a bit saved up; it was supposed to be her retirement fund, but well it looked like that wasn’t getting used.

Monday morning, just days after learning she had cancer, she was back at work. Monday meant she was Greentech Labs, one of her clients she had regular contract work with.

Mondays also meant dealing with Brenda.

Edith rolled her eyes as she walked through the familiar doors of the Genentech Labs office. Brenda was already at her desk, tapping away furiously on her keyboard. To the untrained viewer, it would seem like she was working hard.

To anyone who actually knew her, Brenda was most definitely playing online poker on company time.

"Well, if it isn't Miss Edith Briggs gracing us with her presence," Brenda sneered, her beady eyes narrowing as Edith approached. "I was starting to think you'd finally gotten yourself fired."

Edith bit back a retort, reminding herself that she needed this job, at least for now. "Good morning to you too, Brenda," she said flatly, making her way to her own desk.

As she booted up her laptop, she could feel Brenda's judgmental gaze burning into the back of her head. The older woman had never made a secret of her disdain for Edith. It didn’t help that Edith did not put up with her passive-aggressive bullshit, like leaving post-it notes about eating fish in the kitchen lunch or stopping by her desk to lecture her about wearing earbuds.

If she didn’t know that Brenda was cousins with the CEO and the very definition of nepotism, she might have considered bringing up her behaviour to management.

“She’s starting early today, huh?”

Leaning over the desk, the familiar visage of Cheryl from Accounts Payable became visible. Cheryl was a young woman barely older than her with whom she had developed a sort of friendship with.

Well not really, she barely knew Cheryl aside from the fact she had two brothers and a sister and that she lived with two flatmates in downtown London. And was always trying to ask her to hang out, annoyingly enough.

Cheryl grinned at Edith, her brown eyes sparkling. "Figured you'd be here early today. Heard you had a doctor's appointment Friday from John, finally find out what’s up with the nose bleeds?" She leaned in conspiratorially. Edith was regretting even mentioning that to her

“I have terminal cancer.” she replied nonchalant, eyes fixed to her laptop screen. Best to get it out of the way; she would probably have to let people know anyway once she died and stopped showing up for work.

For a second, Cheryl let out a small chuckle, believing it to be a joke between two acquaintances. She quickly faltered when she realized Edith was not bothering to follow up with an “Oh I got you.” Or any sort of indication it was a joke.

Cheryl's face fell, her expression shifting from amusement to horror. "Wait, what? You're...you're serious?" she stammered; eyes wide.

Edith nodded solemnly, still not meeting Cheryl's gaze. "Yep. Doctor said I'm lucky if I make it a year." She paused, letting the gravity of her words sink in. "Apparently the nosebleeds were a symptom."

Silence settled amongst them.

“Please tell me you’re joking.” If Edith wasn’t self-absorbed, she would have seen the loss in Cheryl eyes or noticed she cared for Edith more than a casual acquaintance. She didn’t however. To her, it was just an annoyance.

Edith finally lifted her gaze to meet Cheryl's, her expression somber. "I wish I were," she said quietly. "But the doctor was clear - it's terminal."

Cheryl's hand flew to her mouth, her eyes wide with shock and dismay. "Oh, Edith...I don't even know what to say." She reached out hesitantly, then pulled her hand back, unsure if the touch would be welcome. "I'm so sorry. This is just...awful."

Edith shrugged, trying to affect an air of nonchalance, though the tremor in her voice betrayed her true emotions. "What can you do, right? It is what it is."

“Shouldn’t you be at home? Taking some time off?”

Edith shook her head firmly. "No, I need to keep working. I can't afford to take time off right now." She paused, then added quietly, "And honestly, I don't know what I'd do with myself at home. This is the only distraction I have."

Cheryl's brow furrowed with concern. "But Edith, you must be going through so much. Shouldn't you be focusing on your health and trying to make the most of the time you have left?"

Edith let out a humorless laugh. "And do what, exactly? Sit around and feel sorry for myself? No, thanks. I'd rather keep busy." She turned back to her laptop, fingers flying across the keys. "This job is the only thing keeping me sane right now."

“What about family?”

Edith let out another hollow laugh. "Family? I don't have any of that. I was in the foster care system my whole life." She shook her head, her fingers pausing on the keyboard. "No one to lean on, no one to say goodbye to."

Except Mr. Moo, but she didn’t dare say that out loud.

Cheryl's expression shifted to one of deep sympathy. "Oh Edith, I had no idea. That must be so difficult, especially now..." She reached out tentatively and placed a hand on Edith's arm.

Edith tensed slightly at the contact, unused to such overt displays of affection. "It is what it is," she repeated, shrugging off Cheryl's hand. "I've learned to get by on my own."

"But you don't have to," Cheryl insisted gently. "Let me help you, please. You shouldn't have to face this alone."

“I’m fine.”

—

Telling Cheryl seemed to be a mistake. By lunch time, a multitude of sympathy cards had found their way to her desk, stuffed full of petty cash from various individuals she honestly didn’t know the names to.

‘Thinking about you’ or ‘I will miss you’ were written on cards most likely hastily bought from the bodega down the street. All filled with generic sentiments from people who didn’t know her but felt sorry enough to stuff a five-pound note into a card.

“And whose fault is that?” her mind said bitterly. Maybe if she hadn’t spent so much time keeping people out, she would actually have more than generically filled out cards.

Edith gritted her teeth in frustration as she pushed through the through the thoughts threatening to consume her mind. The last thing she needed was a pity-party. She shoved the cards into the bottom drawer, determined to ignore them for now.

As the afternoon wore on, Edith found herself growing increasingly irritated by the pitying looks and hushed whispers that followed her around the office. It seemed like the entire office was walking on eggshells around her.

She tried to ignore it, burying herself in her work, but the constant reminders of her impending mortality were wearing on her. She just wanted to be left alone, to forget about the cancer for a little while and focus on her coding. Was that really too much to ask?

Apparently so, because as she was preparing to leave for the day, Brenda approached her desk, a fake sympathetic look plastered on her face.

"I heard about your...situation," Brenda said, her voice dripping with a fake sweetness that made Edith's skin crawl.

Edith rolled her eyes, already feeling her patience wearing thin. "I'm sure you did," she muttered, shutting down her laptop and grabbing her bag. The last thing she wanted was to deal with Brenda's faux concern.

"Well, I just wanted to say..." Brenda paused, as if struggling to find the right words. "If there's anything I can do to help, you just let me know." She reached out and patted Edith's arm in what was clearly meant to be a comforting gesture, but only succeeded in irritating her further.

Edith resisted the urge to shrug off Brenda's hand. "I appreciate the offer, but I'm fine," she said curtly. "I don't need your help."

Brenda's brow furrowed in confusion at Edith's cold response. "Oh, come on now, Edith. No need to be like that. I'm just trying to be a good colleague and lend a helping hand."

“Yeah, and I’m the Queen of England. Cut the bullshit Brenda. I know you. You’re a snake. You want something.”

Brenda's expression shifted, the false sympathy melting away to reveal her true self. “I know you're on borrowed time here. And I also know you need the money. So how about we make a little deal?"

Edith felt her hackles rise, instantly distrustful of whatever Brenda was proposing. "A deal? What kind of deal?"

Brenda's lips curled into a sly grin. "Well, seeing as you're on borrowed time and all, I figured you could use some extra cash to, you know, make the most of it." She paused, letting the implication hang in the air. "And I just so happen to have a little side project that could use your particular...skillset."

Edith felt a knot of dread form in the pit of her stomach. She had a pretty good idea what Brenda was getting at, and she didn't like it one bit. "I'm not interested in anything illegal, Brenda," she said firmly. "Whatever 'side project' you've got, count me out."

Brenda clucked her tongue in mock disappointment. "Oh Edith, always so quick to jump to conclusions. Who said anything about illegal?" She leaned in closer, lowering her voice to a conspiratorial whisper. "This is a perfectly legitimate business opportunity. One that could set you up for the rest of your...well, let's call it your 'limited' time left."

Edith felt her stomach churn with unease. "And what exactly does this 'business opportunity' entail?" she asked warily.

Brenda's lips curled into a sly grin. "Well, you see, as I said I've got a little side project going on - nothing too crazy, I promise. Just a bit of corporate espionage, if you will." She paused, gauging Edith's reaction.

Edith felt a chill run down her spine. "Corporate espionage? You mean stealing company secrets by hacking, don't you?" She shook her head firmly. "Absolutely not, Brenda. I don't do that kind of work, especially not for you."

Well, she did do that kind of work, but not for fucking Brenda.

Brenda's lips curled into a sly grin. "Come on, Edith. Think about it - this could be your chance to really live it up, you know? No more scraping by, no more worrying about bills and rent. Just you, living your best life for whatever time you have left." She leaned in closer, her voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. "And I'm willing to pay handsomely for your services."

Edith paused for a second, but only a second as her mouth moved faster than her mind.

"I got a better idea Brenda. How about I go talk to John and tell him what his flat-chested, troll-faced slut of a cousin who fucked his brother, your other cousin I may add, is up to?"

—

If being in a fist fight with a forty-three-year-old woman in the lobby of a highly-trafficked business was not on her bucket list, it was now.

It was also crossed off now, as she sat holding her nose, that was definitely broken, and trying to stop the bleeding.

Sure, maybe using sensitive information against Brenda, that she had discovered while hacking her email was not the best idea, but Edith wasn’t sure she regretted it.

After all, who fucks their own cousin?

The security guard who had pulled the two women apart was now eyeing Edith warily, no doubt unsure of what to make of the situation. Edith winced as she gingerly touched her swollen eye with her free hand, hissing in pain.

"You're lucky I don't call the bloody cops on you, you little bitch," Brenda spat, her clothes disheveled and makeup smeared. "Just wait until I tell John about this. You'll be out on your arse so fast; your head will spin."

Edith rolled her eyes, ignoring the throbbing in her face. "Go ahead, Brenda. Tell John. I'm sure he'll be thrilled to hear about how his dear cousin has been embezzling company funds as well as corporate espionage."

Brenda's face paled, her eyes widening in panic. "You don't have any proof!”

“How do you think I found out about you fucking your cousin Dave? It wasn’t from listening to you bitch to your mobility-cart riding, fat-ass of a mum on the phone during lunch every day!”

Brenda straightened her blouse, glaring daggers at Edith. "This isn't over, you little worm. You have no idea who you're messing with."

Edith let out a humorless laugh, wincing as the motion aggravated her injured nose. "Oh, I think I have a pretty good idea, Brenda. You're a petty, vindictive little snake who's about to get caught with your hand in the cookie jar."

“I think that’s enough.”

Speak of the devil, and he may appear. A bewildered looking John was standing to the side of them, clearly having walked up on them unseen at some point. From the corner of her eye, Edith could see Brenda going pale.

"What the hell is going on here?" he demanded, looking between the two women.

Brenda quickly composed herself, pasting on a concerned expression. "Oh, John, thank goodness you're here! This...this hooligan attacked me in the lobby!" She gestured dramatically towards Edith. "I was just trying to offer her some help, given her...situation, and she just flew off the handle!"

Edith opened her mouth to protest, but John raised a hand, silencing her.

“Brenda. I overheard everything she just said. So don’t lie to me. I will deal with you Edith after. If you would please wait in my office. I need to speak to my cousin for a moment….” he trailed off

“Of course.” Edith power-walked away from the situation, smirking as she overheard John interrogating Brenda.

“What in the blood hell does she mean you’re fucking Dave?”

—

In the end, it was decided they would end their contract with her. John had been both thankful and angry with her. Thankful for unintentionally revealing to him that his own cousin was embezzling funds from the company. Angry because she had not only kept it to herself until it was fodder in her argument but had apparently been hacking company emails. And announcing to the anyone in earshot that his cousin was an incest-driven slut who would open her legs at the first mention of dick.

Well, he didn’t say it like that but he might as well. It wasn’t her fault Brenda wanted to date in her own gene pool.

It was like college all over again, but this time without bullshit administration putting all the blame squarely on her.

Though, it wasn’t so bad this time around. John had slid an envelope towards her as she stood up to leave.

“A gift, I heard from Cheryl about your diagnosis.” he had said when she asked what it was.

Inside was a cheque for a little over twenty-two thousand dollars. Part of it was no doubt back payment for hours billed, but the other part was a gift. It wasn’t life changing, but it would probably at least cover the rent until she kicked the bucket.

And a little left over to go on a vacation; nothing fancy just a road trip with Mr. Moo to see all the touristy crap England had to offer.

“Thanks.” was all she could bring herself to say.

She didn’t have anything to take except for what she had on her, she didn’t work for the company, she was just a contractor and the desk she used was used by three other people when she wasn’t there.

Honestly, she wasn’t expecting to find Cheryl perched against her little Volkswagen Beatle, clearly waiting for her.

“Hey.” she said, picking at her finger nails.

“Hey” Edith replied back, not sure how to respond.

Cheryl pushed off the car and took a few steps towards Edith. "I heard what happened back there. That looked...intense." She paused; her brow furrowed with concern. "Are you okay?"

Edith shrugged, wincing slightly as the motion aggravated her injured nose. "I've had better days," she admitted, reaching up to gently touch the swollen area. "But I'll live."

"I can't believe Brenda would do something like that," Cheryl said, shaking her head in disbelief. "And with your...situation."

“Well, I probably egged her on, to be fair.”

“I heard…in fact everyone heard. She’s apparently fucking her own cousin? Or so I am told???”

Edith let out a humorless chuckle. "Yep. Read it myself, from her emails.”

A silence elapsed the pair, unsure of what to say next. It was Cheryl who spoke first.

“I’ll miss you.” It came so suddenly out of left field that she didn’t even process it at first.

Edith was taken aback by Cheryl's sudden admission. "Miss me? What do you mean?”

Cheryl's eyes grew slightly damp as she looked at Edith. "I mean, I'm going to miss you. When you're...gone." She paused, swallowing hard. "I know we're not the closest of friends, but I care about you, Edith. And the thought of you not being around anymore, it just..." She trailed off, shaking her head.

Edith felt an unfamiliar pang in her chest. She wasn't used to having someone genuinely care about her wellbeing. "Cheryl, I..." She hesitated, unsure of how to respond. "I appreciate that, but you don't have to worry about me. I'll be fine."

They both knew it was a lie.

“What will you do now? I know Greentech was a big contract for you.”

It wasn’t only a big contract it was the majority of her income but Cheryl didn’t need to know that.

“John gave me a parting gift. Not a huge payout, but should be enough to cover me till the end. Might go on a little road trip with Mr. Moo.”

“Mr. Moo?” the confusion evident on Cheryl’s face.

“Oh yeah probably never told you about him. My cat, Mr. Moo. He’s named that cause’ he has black spots on his white body. Looks like a cow.”

Cheryl's face lit up at the mention of Edith's cat. "You have a cat? That's so sweet! I love cats." She paused, a thoughtful look crossing her features. "You know, I've always wanted a cat, but my apartment doesn't really allow for it. Maybe you could take me to meet Mr. Moo sometime?"

“Yeah maybe.” Edith said, lapsing into silence once more.

“Well, I’ll let you go. You probably need to go to Urgent care. Can I give you my number?”

“Uh, can I ask why?”

“Cause I care about you. Maybe we could go to a rave sometime together you know? I know it’s not your cup of tea, but I figure might be the last chance to ask you. When you’re back from your vacation that is” she said smiling.

Edith paused. Cheryl was right, it wasn’t her cup of tea. In fact, she had always said no in the past when asked. She was a homebody, through and through and the idea of going to a rave in some shady warehouse was on the bottom of her list. She wasn’t someone who took risks.

But past Edith wasn’t dying from cancer, or at least didn’t know it yet. She only had the present to work with.

“I think I’d like that.”

[ladyreapermc]

Fic: Closing Time (Johnny Utah x fem!reader)

Summary: You work at a clothing store, you get a last minute customer at closing time and sexy tims happen.

Pairing: Johnny Utah x fem!reader

Author’s Notes: So I’m slowly getting back to writing. I’m not gonna say I’m fully back just yet, but for this week at least, there will be content! Huge thanks to @toomanystoriessolittletime and @meetmeinthematinee​ for being cheerleaders and giving me early feedback on this! 

Wordcount: 3125

Warnings: smut. oral sex (F! receiving); dirty talk; unprotected sex with strangers (don’t do this kids!); sex in inappropriate places.

Most days you quite enjoyed it when there was barely any movement at the store. It gave you the opportunity of just being by yourself, reading a book, or enjoying some music or studying for college, things that you didn’t always have the privacy of doing at your dorm because your roommate seemed to always be around. Even during the summer and what was up with that? Didn’t she have better things to do?

She wasn’t like you, who actually had to work to put yourself through college and took some extra jobs during the summer so you could have some savings for the following term when all you managed to get were part-time jobs that you had fit in between classes and paid shit.

Fortunately, at the shop, you had some peace and time for yourself. It was a tiny, hole-in-the-wall sort of place around Venice Beach where tourists could get some shirts and other knickknacks to take back home and locals surfers could find cheap clothing and supplies for a day out on the beach. Most days, you worked from 9-5 and after your shift, you could head to the beach, spread your towel on the sand and enjoy the gorgeous Californian sunset. However, as the summer winded out and the fall winds blew the scalding hot weather into simmering heat, your boss let you close a little early, especially on Tuesdays, when most tourists had already headed home and the new arrivals hadn’t landed yet so there were barely any customers around.

Your plan today had been to finish your reading for class and start the new crime thriller you picked up at the used books store on your way to work. Except, today you were just too restless to focus. You must have reread the same paragraph of your textbook twenty times before you gave up and set it aside, giving the other book a go, but it was just as unsuccessful at holding your attention.

So instead, you moved around the cramped space, adjusting the decoration items, dusting off shelves, and refolding every single shirt in the display until it was perfectly symmetrical while you willed time to move faster so you could end this day. Maybe it was the heatwave that had made an appearance turning the air in the shop stifling and all you had to help you was an old and slow fan that made more noise than blow air. The A/C was busted and your boss still hadn’t called someone to fix it.

Another possibility was the fact that you had to keep the glass doors opened to help circulate a little air and every time any kind of wind blew or someone walked in, it brought with them the crisp smell of salt and sand that always made you ache for the ocean and fight against the temptation of just abandoning everything and heading for the beach so you could cool off taking a dip in the deliciously cold water. Either way, you kept checking the slow ticking of the clock hands, counting the seconds before you could turn the closed sign.

When the minute hand finally hit twelve, you let out a cheer, jumping off your stool and taking a step towards the door. You always locked the doors first to discourage most last-minute walk-ins while you closed the register, put away the money in the back office safe, and slipped out of the store through the back door, taking any garbage with you to throw in the dumpster outside.

Before you could move from behind the counter, a man stepped into the store and you groaned low in your throat. Of-fucking-course! It was like they stood in wait to come in at the precise moment you were about to head out.

“Hey, you’re still open, right?” He asked, pushing the overgrown dark hair back from his forehead and offering you an unsure smile. You felt the urge to lie and say that no, you were closed and he should come back tomorrow.

“Yeah, sure.” You said instead placing your best and most fake seller’s smile. “Feel free to look around and let me know if you need help.”

“Thanks!” He replied, flashing a wider smile that showed a small dimple, before moving towards the shirts in the display while you made your way to the main entrance, flipped the sign, and locked the door to bar any other walk-ins.

You hung back while the guy browsed the options, taking a moment to assess him. He didn’t look like a tourist, but also not fully like a local. Most Californian guys that you knew had the most horrifying hair cuts or bleach jobs you had ever seen and that was not the case for the man in front of you.

His hair was dark brown, a little shaggy from too much exposure to sun and salt and it flopped a little over his forehead, just above his eyes. He wore a grey cropped t-shirt that had definitely seen better days and struggled to contain his broad shoulders, showing a peek of toned abs. His jeans were ridiculously tight and hung low on his slender hips, the light-wash of the denim accentuating the perfect bubble butt and for the love of God, you needed to get laid. Badly.

“Excuse me,” he called, startling you and you prayed he hadn’t noticed the way you were checking his ass just now. “Do you have this one in black?”

“Yeah, sure.” You moved towards the drawers. “What’s your usual size? Medium or large?”

“I think large should be good,” he replied and when you turned around with the requested shirt, he was just standing there, barechested, his top hanging from his shoulder and you hoped your gasp wasn’t as loud as it sounded in your head.

“Here you go,” you croaked, offering him the shirt. “We do have a fitting room…” you gestured towards the small cubicle to the rear of the store.

“Oh right!” He glanced over as he pulled the shirt on. “Do you mind if I try them out here, though?”

“Not at all,” you forced your voice to sound somewhat normal.

“Awesome!”

Damn! He wasn’t just fucking hot. He was also cute, the wide grin he just flashed giving him a boyish look that was only enhanced by the almond-shaped chocolate-colored eyes. Biting your lip, you watched as he turned side to side in front of the mirror, checking himself out.

“It think is a little too big,” he said, meeting your gaze. “What do you think?”

“Well…” you cleared your throat and moved closer so you could look at him through the mirror. “If you want it more fitted, then yeah, probably a smaller size would be best. Want me to get it?”

“Yeah, thanks.”

Once again, by the time you turned back to him, he was shirtless, the garment he had just tried neatly folded and resting on the shelf as he took a look at some other shirts, his attention snapping at you when he noticed you coming closer to hand him the new shirt, giving you a glimpse of a pale, sunken scar running down his abs that stopped just above his belly button and that drew attention to the small trail of fine dark hairs that disappeared under the waist of his jeans and holy shit! He was bare beneath those jeans.

“Bike accident,” he commented as he took the shirt that you offered and you met his eyes in confusion.

“What?” You asked, mouth suddenly dry.

“The scar,” he clarified, putting on the shirt and his lips were tilted into a slight smirk. “That was what you were staring at, right?”

“Right,” you agreed, feeling your face burning. “I’ll just head to the register and give you some privacy.”

I don’t mind,” he shrugged, turning to the mirror. “This is better. What do you think?” He turned towards you, giving you a full view of the cotton fabric covering his muscles, looking almost as if painted on him.

“Sure...” you swallowed hard, trying not to stare. “If you prefer it more fitted...”

“I do,” pulling the shirt off and once again giving you the glorious view of his torso. “I’ll take it.”

You took the shirt to the register and he followed, pausing only to pick up his own, which he had discarded on a nearby hanger. You were expecting him to put it back on, but he just threw it over his shoulder, reaching for his wallet as you registered the sale and tried not to stare.

“Is that the only camera you have around here?” He asked, gesturing to a point above your left and you glanced at the object before nodding, exchanging the money he gave you for the paper bag with his purchase.

“Yeah, why?”

“So basically...” he started, taking a step to the side, closer to the fitting room. “I’m completely out of sight over here?”

“Basically, yeah,” you frowned a little, stepping away from the counter. “Why? Are you planning to rob the place? Because let me tell you, there’s not much worth...” You trailed off with a surprised squeak as he tugged on your hand, pulling you over to the blindspot and nearly pressed against his strong chest.

“Because honestly, I never really gave a fuck about the shirt. I just thought you were beautiful and wanted to ask your number when I walked in, but you looked kind pissed so I got cold feet,” he confessed with a rueful smile.

“So you decided to just get mostly naked in front of me?” You snorted, shaking your head and he shrugged.

“Needed to make sure you might be interested and considering the way you were eyeing me earlier, it looked like you saw something you liked.”

“You’re really sure of yourself, aren’t you?” You arched an eyebrow at him, not ready to concede just yet. Even if the heat of his body and the smell of sea breeze whiffing off his skin were driving you crazy.

“Only when I’m right,” he flashed you a lopsided smirk and just waited, gazing into your eyes, making it clear that the next step was yours.

Part of you screamed that it was crazy to even consider hooking up with a guy that just walked into your store, no matter how hot he was, but it had been a ridiculously long time since you last had sex and he was so fucking hot, the scent of his golden skin intoxicating and his heat was making you dizzy with want as you looked him up and down, noticing the volume pressing against the denim of his pants.

“We might not have cameras, but the windows are see-through, so get your ass to the fitting room while I finish closing up.”

He flashed a victorious smirk and nodded, heading towards the back while you rushed through the steps of securing the store before joining him.

Your heart was pounding with anticipation as you made your way towards the back, pushing away the curtain that blocked the small space of the fitting room and finding him perched on the low stool that you kept there so customers could put down their things, facing the full-length mirror, legs spread, jeans undone, revealing the bush of dark hairs surrounding his long and thick cock.

You nearly whimpered at the sight, your center pulsing in want as you leaned against the doorframe, watching him as he run his left hand up and down his shaft, head tilted back, breathing hard, eyes hooded. He was such a beautiful and debauched sight that you felt the urge to photograph him, capture that sensuality.

“Are you just gonna stand there and watch?” He asked, eyes meeting yours through the reflective surface.

“You seemed to be doing fine on your own,” you teased stepping into the tight space, fingers itching to touch all that glorious skin.

“I did not just spend most of my afternoon at the corner diner, drinking burned coffee just to jerk off in front of you,” he declared, standing up and turning your way.

“Ohhh, so this was premeditated?” You asked, kicking off your sneakers as he reached for you and you stumbled against his chest.

“A little bit, yeah,” he admitted, large hand hot against your hips and you wanted to feel it against your flesh. “You probably don’t remember, but I was here last week and you had to bend over to get something from one of the lower drawers...” he let out a soft groan, hands moving to your ass and squeezing lightly. “Fuck! I don’t think I ever popped a boner so fast in my life. I had to get out.”

You vaguely remembered that. There was so much coming and going in this place, it was hard to keep track of faces, but customers just taking off after asking to see something usually caused an impression. If you weren’t about to get fucked after six months, you would be more pissed.

“So you decided to come back when I was alone and seduce me?” you asked, running your hands over his chest and abs, scratching it slightly and goosebumps rose in his skin as he hissed.

“Yeah,” he spoke in a low voice as his hands move to the button of your jeans. “I’ve been thinking about you all week,” he slid your fly down and your breath caught in your throat. “I thought about bending you over that counter and fucking you until you’re screaming.” His fingers skimmed over your cunt, just a soft touch, but you gasped and arched your hips forward, holding onto his arms to steady yourself. “I thought about it eating your pussy and your ass until you’re begging me to fuck you.”

Those words were whispered right against your ear, before he changed your positions, crowding you against the mirror and pushing your jeans down to your thighs before he once against skimmed his fingers over covered sex, making you ache for him.

“What do you think about that?” He asked, lips brushing your cheek in an almost chaste kiss, completely opposed to the lewdness of his hand exploring your cunt. “Do you want it?”

“If you’re as good with your tongue at eating pussy like you are at talking dirty, then I maybe I do,” you declared, tired of his teasing and you felt his smirk as he gracefully slid to his knees in front of you.

You didn’t manage to get another word out before he shoved your panties down to join your jeans and his lips firmly connected to your clit. He gave it a sharp suck and you groaned, burying your fingers into his hair to keep yourself on your feet as your brain short-circuited and your knees turned to jelly.

He was very good at eating you out, especially because he was very attentive to every sound you made, every tightening of your grip on his hair, and roll of your hips to nudge him into going faster or slower, harder or softer... It wasn’t long before he reached that perfect alternation of fast flickering against your clit and slower and broad strokes of his tongue over your entrance and lips, a combination that drove you crazy.

You were whimpering and moaning, legs quaking with the alternating urge to close them around his face to keep him trapped there pleasuring you forever or spreading them wider so he could have more space to work, but the edges of your jeans were digging into the lower part of your knees, signaling you that that was as far as they could go.

As if reading your thoughts or maybe he just realized he would need more room, he shoved your pants down and helped you to kick them off so you could be completely free of the garment. And didn’t you two looked like a mismatched pair, with you standing there wearing only your top while he knelt in front of you, his jeans still on.

Once your pants were off, he hooked your right thigh over his shoulder, pressing his mouth even harder against your cunt, flickering his tongue over your clit before dipping it in between your lips, gathering the juices soaking your sex like a starved man.

“Fuck! I’m so close...” you hissed, rolling your hips, seeking more because that tight knot deep inside you was about to snap and from the way you ached and shuddered, your muscles tensing, you knew it would be a hard one.

“Yeah?” He mumbled against your core, his breath against your overheated skin making you shiver as he pushed two fingers inside you. “Gonna cum all over my mouth?”

He pistoled his fingers in and out at a fast pace, crooking inwards with every down motion, his tongue matching his rhythm against your clit and it was that made you snap as you bit down on your fist to stop yourself from shouting as your body was flooded with pleasure and all you knew was the unbelievable bliss that surrounded you. Stars bust behind your closed lids, the air came out of your lungs in short gushes as you fought hard not to slide down to the ground because your legs felt like jelly.

“Ok?” he asked, making you finally snap your eyes open to look at him.

He was sitting on his heels, face still glistening with your orgasm, his lips swollen and red from the abuse. His cock was rock hard, red, and leaking and you really wanted to return the favor.

“Way better than ok,” you replied with a gasp. “My turn?” To your surprise, he shook his head and got to his feet.

“Tonight, the only place I’m cumming is in that pussy,” he announced against your ear and shivered with anticipation. “So let’s get out of this fucking store and go to my place?”

“Fuck yes!” you grinned breathlessly at him as you reached for your jeans and he buttoned his over his hard cock and that couldn’t be comfortable.

“I’m Johnny, by the way,” he said. “Johnny Utah. Just in case you want to know what to shout when I fuck your brains out later.”

You rolled your eyes at his cheeky smirk and moved closer to him, once fully clothed, the only evidence of your recent climax was the sweat cooling on your skin and the stupid grin that refused to leave your face.

���I think I like you more when your mouth is busy with something other than talking,” you declared and before Johnny could manage a reply, you silenced him with a kiss, tasting yourself in his tongue.

xxx

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[spongebob-connoisseur]

There is the link for Flying Dutchman/Patchy theory video!

Thanks!! I watched it! Shouldve replied sooner but anyways. This dude was eating raw meat to feed his muse. Right on brotha!

Tbh there's some holes in this theory but I still liked it. He talked about how the dutchman's episodes are chronologically out of order. Tbh I had a theory about that for the entire show since dates and stuff don't line up and the show always contradicts itself (I mean, its spongebob there is no continuity)

I don't think dutchman is a time traveler by any means. He's got a lot of power but he tends to overestimate himself and exaggerate (lie) a LOT. He lies about how long he's been a ghost, he can barely scare children. He isn't as big and bad as he tries to be. hence why the thing about him saying his beard taking thousands of years to grow back but it grew back in months isn't really surprising. He's a trickster and a liar and I'm sure he just said that to make Sponge and Patrick more terrified than necessary.

I do love how they pointed out that he's pathetic and just wants to be around someone. I can imagine being a ghost being isolating and especially knowing you aren't nearly as terrifying as you once were. He lacks a lot of the ghost clout he used to have. He's just a washed up old man now. I doubt he has any genuine friends and spongebob is the most genuine friend you could get. No wonder he seems attached to him. I always assumed it was because sponge is easy to scare so it's always an ego boost to dutchy. Which, it is. But he really craves honest genuine intimacy and when you're like that, you'll likely crave the most eccentric and liveliest person in the room, which we all know who that is.

I'll be honest it's INSANE that dutchy would be patchy. Nahhh dutchy is a dirty old man with weak pussy game. I just can't see that for patchy. Imagine if they were opposites jk jk but this was too much of a stretch for me. I get Patchy's frustration dedicating his life to spongebob and he has no proper friends either. His house party was filled with people who were indifferent to him at best and loathed him at worst. No wonder he fixates on spongebob so hard. Placing all your the expectations on one person or one thing will make you incredibly sensitive to it. Anything that breaks your idealized perception of them will hit you HARD. and it would feel like everything is crashing down on you, because for you that was your everything. So I'm not surprised about Patchy's breakdowns. Mans needs some milk.

But even then I don't think he'd ever have a true vendetta against sponge for revenge. But who knows, considering the extreme lengths he's gone to see spongebob that nearly killed him. I think it eventually did. But he wouldn't become dutchy from it. They just don't seem related enough.

Besides there is an official spongebob comic that goes into the flying dutchman's true origins! Him and his crew are cursed snd only true love can break the spell. Thus turning them back into humans. He ends up marrying spongebob who's disguised as Pearl but the marriage dissolved because spongebob loves Krabby patties more than he could ever love a person. Wild.

Anyways human dutchy does have a black beard and black hair like patchy.. Wait.. Hmm.. You know what? This could work? Patchy deciding to gather some neighborhood losers so they can become REAL pirates™ maybe got cursed by some forbidden treasure and doomed to become ghost pirates for eternity? Who knows.

Buuuut we do get to see child dutchman in kamp koral. He's a blonde pathetic little boy with no resemblance to patchy. So I don't think so.

But I am willing to accept patchy dying in Spongebob's Big Birthday Blowout. It's funny. I LOVE the idea that patchy's decapitated body violently convulsing on the beach❤ now when I rewatch the episode, I'll think of that. And his final wish in death was to meet spongebob! So he finally does meet him.

Anyways it fills in for an in universe explanation on why patchy is animated in Spongebob's road to Christmas.

By the way, you wanna know why Patchy was animated? It's because of covid. Tom Kenny talked about how it was supposed to be live action but they couldn't go into the studio to shoot. So we get animated patchy.

As for the team saying how "patchy isn't allowed to meet SB" as part of one of the shows rules. Tbh I can see them changing it. Especially for something as big as a 20th anniversary special. They'd definitely make some exceptions or change their minds. And I think it was appropriate too. The 10th anniversary special sucked ass and for all the wasted scenes with patchy preparing spongebob a party only for him not to show up really ruined the special. There's some gags that should die after being stretched out for so long. And especially for the 10th anniversary special, it should have been the moment to break the rule. So it feels satisfying to finally have them meet in SBBB even if it doesn't make much sense in series.

And after that in SRTC, where they meet patchy on the surface, they already met so here's some loose continuity. I'm fine with it. I personally headcanon patchy being officially a ghost in SRTC hence why he's animated. Of course even in the after life, he still has to work. But he CAN use his ghostly powers to his advantage. Like him working as a mall Santa.

I noticed in that episode that in costume he has completely different facial features before throwing out the costume. Even his skin tone changed. He definitely used his ghost powers to shape shift.

So uhh yeah! Those are my thoughts. I like this dude who makes these theories. My favorite is the goofy goober death cult theory. I don't keep up with them much because I barely use youtube because it's been downgrading in quality for a long time. But it's nice to get suggested stuff once in a while. I had fun watching and talking about it.

Also I do 100000% agree with dutchy consuming potty's ghost. I endorse ghost cannibalism👍

[sarcasmandships]

yellow | paul lahote

paul lahote never wanted to imprint on anyone, but especially not on the one girl he couldn’t seem to protect, not even from herself.

word count: 3.8k

angst, hurt + minimal comfort

trigger warnings: eating disorder, death, hospital/medical scene, vomit

paul imprinted on y/n nearly a year ago, it wasn’t something he ever wanted. in fact, he tried so hard to fight the imprint at first that he made himself ill.

paul was only just beginning to learn that he couldn’t fight off every problem he encountered. imprinting on y/n had been a harsh awakening for him, and he knew now that he couldn’t punch and kick his way through life.

that didn’t stop him trying though, he stared at the hole he’d just created in the dry wall of his bedroom. he was going to have to buy another poster.

“paul, are you still there?” y/n’s voice was muffled through the phone which lay face down on his bed, “i heard a bang.”

and paul could hear her concern so he snatched the phone and held it up to his ear, “yeah i’m still here don’t worry,” he sighed, massaging the bridge of his nose.

“okay...” she said uncertainly, “are you alright?”

he was clenching his fists, his jaw, and every other muscle in his body, “yeah, yeah i’m fine,” he said, trying to maintain a light and airy tone as much as possible but the words just came out flat, “i should be asking if you’re okay.”

y/n took several minutes to answer, “you don’t need to worry about me paul.”

if only she knew that his entire life now revolved around worrying about her. about wanting to protect her, from the leeches, from every creep and asshole in this town, from every bout of stress or sadness.

“i never do anything else,” he tried to say jokingly, but his voice broke mid-way through the sentence and he punched his mattress.

“look paul...” he could hear her frowning through the phone as she sighed, “i gotta go to my appointment now but I’ll see you later for the bonfire, yeah?”

tears were burning in paul’s eyes as he croaked out a response, “yeah, do you need me to pick you up?”

“it’s all good, i’m going to emily’s first to give her a hand with the food so i’ll go down with her.”

“yeah, sounds great,” he said flatly, “i’ll see you there then.”

“bye paul,” she whispered and hung up the phone.

he launched the phone at the wall, and it shattered into chunks of useless plastic. he held his head in his hands and before he knew it, his whole body was racked with dry sobs.

paul lahote never wanted to imprint on anyone, but especially not on the one girl he couldn’t seem to protect, not even from herself.

he grabbed a pair of beat-up trainers from under his bed and pulled them on. he thundered downstairs and out the front door, ignoring the protests of his drunken father.

paul ran.

‘you can’t run away from your problems, paul,’ y/n would tease him.

maybe not, but he couldn’t do anything else because she wouldn’t fucking let him. y/n had always been stubborn but in the last few months she’d become increasingly closed off and defensive. if paul made the slightest attempt to ‘stick his nose where it didn’t belong’ then she’d shut him out for weeks on end.

being apart from her was agonising.

he used to think sam and jared were exaggerating when they talked about the pain of not seeing their imprints. but now he knew it was all too real and he couldn’t stand it, so paul had learned to bite his tongue so she wouldn’t give him the silent treatment.

that was something that did not come easy to him, but it was easier than not seeing her, not talking to her, not being close to her.

paul knew on some level it was selfish to let y/n play out her fantasises and pretend that everything was fine, he knew it was wrong for indulging her. but whenever he tried to confront her, to help her, then she would shut him out again and he couldn’t bare that.

it was raining heavily now, the hail stones battered off his exposed skin as he dove out of sight behind the tree line.

staying calm was not something paul was good at, he had to spend so much of his energy focusing on blocking out his anger and sadness and pain and anguish just to make sure he didn’t shift at an inappropriate moment.

but right now, he could smash through that blockade and let every emotion flood through his body as his flesh ripped and his bones snapped, and he shed his human form to leave a large, grey wolf in his place.

paul relished in the release, it felt good to finally let go of every negative emotion he was holding onto and embrace the wolf inside of him. he ran through the trees, taking in the smell of the wet earth and the salty sea air.

‘you can’t run away from your problems, paul’

y/n told him that once after a particularly explosive fight he’d had with his father. they sat on the beach, and she stroked his hair as he laid with his head on her lap. he told her he was going to leave home, she pointed out he had no money, he told her that he’d live in the streets if he had to.

‘you can’t run away from your problems, paul’ she had said, her fingers entangled in his hair.

but y/n didn’t seem to adopt that mentality when it came to her own problems, and paul’s desire to protect her made her problems, his problems. and now he had an overwhelming number of problems that everyone kept telling him he couldn’t run away from, but that wasn’t going to stop him from trying.

he kicked up soil and dead leaves behind him as he ran through the woods, the hailstones has subsided to a light drizzle which still managed to soak his fur. he paused to shake the water off him when he hear someone else’s voice in his head, someone else had shifted.

“hey paul.”

“hey jake.”

paul tried to shut off his inner monologue so that jacob couldn’t hear what he was thinking, he thought he was doing an alright job until-

“rough day, huh?”

paul growled.

“yeah i guess, y/n’s seeing her therapist right now....”

“is she getting better?”

paul could sense the concern in jacob’s thoughts but this wasn’t a conversation he wanted to have right now.

‘you can’t run away from your problems, paul’

well, what the fuck else was he supposed to do? everyone kept telling him that he couldn’t run away but no one was offering any alternative solutions.

it was always ‘calm down, paul.’

‘you can’t fight your way out of everything, paul.’

‘you can’t run away from your problems, paul’

well why the fuck not?

no one seemed to understand that he wasn’t running for his own sake but for everyone else’s. and most importantly, for y/n’s. it was excruciatingly difficult to keep those thoughts to himself and out of jacob’s mind, so he began running through the trees again to provide some kind of distraction.

“yeah, she’s going over to emily’s first to help out so i’m meeting her there.”

“do you think you might finally tell her tonight? it’s been nearly a year and she still has no idea....”

“she can’t handle it; she’s got enough going o,n i can’t burden her with all of this too.”

that was only part of it. paul was worried about how y/n would take the news that he, and all his friends were shapeshifting wolves that existed to protect the town from vampires. and even more concerning, how would she take the news that he had imprinted on her? y/n was too fragile right now, he had to protect her even if that meant keeping the truth from her.

but beyond that, he was worried that she wouldn’t accept him. paul had a crippling fear of rejection at the best of times, but the prospect of his own imprint rejecting him was unimaginable.

‘you can’t run away from your problems, paul.’

maybe not forever, but for right now he was going to sprint as fast as he could.

***

the blazing bonfire crackled just meters in front of them and yet y/n was still shivering; paul wrapped an arm around her shoulders and pulled her close into his chest. she nuzzled into him and paul was filled with a burst of euphoria at their closeness. her eyes were barely open as she leaned into him, he tightened his grip on her frozen frame.

“are you okay?” he mumbled into her hair, it smelled like lavender.

she nodded slowly, “yeah, i’m just tired, today was pretty rough.”

paul frowned. he wished that they weren’t surrounded by so many people, they were sat a little away from the rest of the group, but they didn’t have the privacy he would’ve liked.

“do you want to talk about it?”

y/n sniffled, when paul looked down at her he saw tears slowly running down her cheeks and his heart shattered.

he pulled her in closer and wiped away the tears, “hey, hey what’s wrong?”

y/n just shook her head, “i don’t want to talk about it.”

‘you can’t run away from your problems, y/n’ he wanted to say.

“are you sure?” he asked hesitantly, desperately wanting to help but also not wanting her to clam up again.

she looked away from him; the glare from the roaring bonfire reflected in her glassy eyes. paul enveloped one of her cold, bony hand in his and squeezed it gently but her frown persisted. there was a hollowness in his chest as he stared at her miserable expression; paul knew he couldn’t punch away anyone’s problems but as it turns out, holding hands is just as ineffective.

“dr charles wants me to go to inpatient treatment,” she said bluntly, “he says my physical health is deteriorating too much.”

something twisted in his gut.

“but i thought you were…getting better?” he said cautiously.

paul knew that was a lie.

y/n knew that was a lie, but she was so good at pretending otherwise she had everyone convinced that she was getting better. everyone but him, and he didn’t want her to know that she wasn’t fooling him with the ‘i’m eating again, i’m doing great’ routine she had become so well-versed in.

“well, i’m not better,” she snapped, pushing paul off her as she leapt to her feet.

superhuman hearing or otherwise, everyone else around the bonfire heard y/n’s exclamation, and their heads snapped over to stare between her and paul. emily began to stand up but paul waved her off and she sat back down next to sam. he approached y/n slowly, tears continued to stream down her face but when he moved to place a reassuring hand on her shoulder, she pushed him away.

he held up his hands, “okay, okay – i won’t touch you, why don’t we go somewhere quiet to talk-”

“no,” she snapped, “i don’t want to talk paul, all i ever do is fucking talk about my feelings and as long as i say the right things then everyone thinks i’m better, but i’m not fucking better, okay?”

“i know,” he roared back, “i know you’re not better, in fact you’re getting worse. i watch you get sicker every single day, i watch you withering away, i watch you dying and there is nothing that i can do because you won’t let me.”

y/n bit her lip and looked away from him.

tears were burning in paul’s eyes, “i can’t make you better, i can’t make you eat, i can’t look after you and it’s killing me.”

“i never asked you to look after me,” she screamed back, tears flowing freely down her face now, “i don’t know why you think it’s your job to keep me alive but it isn’t-”

“yes, it is!”

paul was shaking now, he was trying to hold onto his humanity with every fibre of his being, but the pain and anger was overwhelming. he was reaching his breaking point. he tried to focus on y/n; she was his anchor and usually the thought of her, focusing on the sound of her heartbeat was enough to calm him down. but usually, she wasn’t the focus is his anger, and now when he looked at her all he saw was how frail and weak she looked.

she was dying and she wouldn’t let him help her.

everyone was staring now; paul didn’t want to be on this beach anymore, he couldn’t deal with this right now. it was all too much; his head was spinning and his limbs were trembling.

‘you can’t run away from your problems, paul.’

sam leapt to his feet, ready to jump in and tackle paul to the ground as he lurched towards y/n. but instead of shifting and attacking her, he grabbed her hand and led her away from the bonfire and the rest of the pack.

“paul what are you doing?” y/n asked through chattering teeth.

she didn’t try to fight him off but paul knew this was more likely a sign of her lack of energy, and not her willingness to go with him. they were at the edge of the beach now, where the sand bordered with the rough concrete path that led back towards the heart of la push. paul stopped in his tracks and turned to face y/n as he heard her breathing become increasingly shallow.

he studied her intently, emaciated body, pale lips, hollow cheeks. he could hear her heart beating slowly and irregularly inside her chest, he could see her struggling to catch a breath. despite her weakened body she stared back at him, with a clenched jaw and arms crossed across her chest.

“you can’t run away from your problems, y/n,” he finally said.

she snorted, “i’m not you, paul.”

“no, but you’re my impr-” he stopped himself before he revealed too much and ran a hand through his hair, “you’re my best friend y/n i-”

“no, jared is your best friend,” she said pointedly.

“for god’s sake can you stop being difficult for two damn seconds?” he snapped.

she let out a shrill laugh, “right sorry, i forget i’m just an inconvenience to everyone around here, i should just go.”

paul grabbed her hand before she could turn away from him. he towered over her, but when their eyes met it was like nothing else mattered. in every second of his existence, paul was acutely aware that gravity and the laws of nature didn’t bind him to the earth; she did. and when she looked into his eyes like that it only reminded him that she was his everything, before paul knew it, his anger was melting away and there was nothing but pure euphoria flowing through his body.

paul lahote never wanted to imprint on anyone, especially not on the one girl he couldn’t seem to protect, not even from herself. but in that moment, nothing else mattered except for the fact that y/n was standing chest to chest with him, and she was staring into his eyes. nothing else mattered; not her anger towards him, her disease, his feelings of helplessness, his fear of rejection.

‘you can’t run away from your problems, paul.’

“do you believe in soulmates, y/n?” he asked breathily.

“what?” she asked; her breath billowed out of her chapped lips and hung visibly in the cool september air, thick, like cigarette smoke.

he took a deep breath; it was now or never.

‘you can’t run away from your problems, paul.’

“y/n, there’s something i have to tell you-”

she was the first to break eye contact with him, her pupils dilated suddenly, and her eyes fluttered shut. she managed to grip onto his bicep lightly as she collapsed, but her hand turned limp and rolled gently onto the sand as she lay unconscious in his arms.

***

“clear!” carlisle hollered.

paul reluctantly dropped y/n’s hand as carlisle pressed the paddles to her chest and sent two hundred volts of electricity searing through her lifeless body.

he frowned at the consistent flatline on the monitor, “push ten of epi and charge again,” he ordered the nurse, resuming chest compressions as he waited for the next round of medication to be administered.

paul grabbed her hand again while he had the chance, she was already turning cold. the blood had drained from her face, and paul couldn’t focus on her heartbeat to calm him because she no longer had one.

“clear!”

they repeated the routine they had been performing for the last several minutes; paul let go of her hand, carlisle shocked her, the flatline remained.

the nurse shook her head, “asystole,” she said flatly.

“what does that mean?” paul asked frantically, he looked between carlisle and y/n, “why aren’t you helping her?”

carlisle retrieved a neuro torch from the pocket of his lab coat, peeling back y/n’s eyelids he shone the light over each of her eyes, “pupil’s are fixed and dilated,” he said to the nurse.

“why are you stopping? fix her!” paul wailed.

“i’m sorry paul, there’s nothing else we can do for her,” he said softly, “time of death, 19.08.”

the nurse nodded and made a note on y/n’s chart before exiting the trauma room, leaving just paul, sam, and carlisle in the room with y/n’s lifeless body.

paul didn’t cry, or scream, or phase into a giant wolf. he stood by y/n’s bedside, clutching her hand in his and staring straight ahead at the monitor she was attached to. it continued to let out a continuous, monotone beep. sam, who was just waiting for paul to explode, placed a reassuring hand on his shoulder; paul didn’t have the energy to push him away.

“bring her back,” he croaked.

carlisle looked between paul and sam, “i am very sorry for your loss, paul, but there is nothing else i can do, she’s gone-”

“well bring her back!” he roared, falling to his knees as he continued to clutch y/n’s hand, “you fix her, you bring her back, you change her i don’t care-”

“you know i can’t do that-”

“yes, you can. you’ve done it before, change her i don’t care if she’s a vampire just bring her back,” he sobbed.

“paul, we can’t violate the treaty,” sam barked.

“i don’t give a fuck about the treaty,” he turned his head to snarl at sam, “bring her back right now doc or i swear to god i will-”

“i am very sorry paul, but even if i wanted to change her i couldn’t, it’s too late. there are some things even venom can’t fix, even if i tried the venom wouldn’t be able to circulate her body without a heartbeat.”

paul rose from his knees and dropped y/n’s hand. he was robotic as he began chest compressions, despite protests from carlisle. sam tried to pull paul’s arms away from y/n, but he shoved him off roughly and continued to rhythmically administer cpr.

“paul, you need to stop,” carlisle said, “she’s gone – that isn’t going to help her.”

he ignored him.

‘you can’t run away from your problems, paul’.

he wasn’t running anymore.

for once in his life paul was facing his problem head on.

he wasn’t running anymore.

he was doing what everyone always wanted, and yet sam and carlisle were trying to stop him.

‘you can’t run away from your problems, paul.’

sam and carlisle winced as there was an audible crack.

“you’re breaking her ribs, paul,” carlisle said, attempting to remove paul’s hands from y/n’s body but he flinched away from the vampire’s icy touch.

carlisle looked at sam pleadingly; sam nodded briefly at him before reaching forward and attempting to drag paul away from y/n’s body. he resisted, struggling against sam’s grip as he maintained the rhythmic compressions. his vision blurred in front of him, refusing to take on the scene before him.

he never got a chance to tell her about the imprint.

‘you can’t run away from your problems, paul.’

she never regained consciousness after she collapsed.

‘you can’t run away from your problems, paul.’

he never got to say goodbye.

‘you can’t run away from your problems, paul.’

he never got to tell her he loved her.

‘you can’t run away from your problems, paul.’

sam was dragging him backwards, away from y/n; his rigid grip kept paul’s arms pinned to his sides and stopped him from reaching out to cling to y/n.

paul couldn’t breathe.

everything was spinning.

the harsh, fluorescent hospital lights burned his watery eyes; he wanted nothing more than to sink down into darkness till he could awake from this nightmare.

y/n couldn’t be dead.

‘you can’t run away from your problems, paul.’

“someone will need to contact her family, they will need to make arrangements,” carlisle commented quietly, “ i will call them myself if you give me the number.”

“this is my fault,” paul choked out.

“what?”

“it’s my fault,” his voice caught in his throat, “i let her slowly kill herself because i didn’t want her shut me out.”

“y/n was sick for a long time paul-” carlisle began.

“and i could’ve fixed her, but i was too selfish to let her go and now she’s gone forever.”

his knuckles turned white as he gripped the metal pole that ran along the side of y/n’s bed, he couldn’t bring himself to look at her body.

sam placed a hand on his shoulder, “there’s nothing you could’ve done paul, you already did everything you could for her - you can’t love someone back together.”

“what if it was emily?” paul snarled, “would you be so calm and condescending if it was your imprint lying dead in front of you?”

paul’s heart pounded in his chest, he was still unable to look at her. he wanted to remember her alive and breathing, not like this.

‘you can’t run away from your problems, paul.’

“if you’ll excuse me, i should get started on some paperwork,” carlisle said quietly.

‘you can’t run away from your problems, paul.’

paul lahote never wanted to imprint on anyone, but especially not on the one girl he couldn’t seem to protect, not even from herself.

“c’mon paul, you should get out of here.”

‘you can’t run away from your problems, paul.’

his eyes flickered up, and the sight of y/n’s corpse sent acidic vomit bubbling up his throat and into his mouth. he turned sharply on his heel and choked out his stomach contents into a bin in the corner.

after he composed himself paul did what he did best.

he ran.