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TLDR: Tired, Lonely, unhappy with living situation
These past 2 and a half years, especially these past six months have really nailed in just how stifled and suffocated I feel, there was a point where living with my aunt and grandma felt good, I felt loved and comfortable for once, I've lived with them for 8 years of my adult life, but the older I get, the more I realized this is just another restrictive household where I have to walk on eggshells. I have to pretend to be Christian, I have to pretend to be cis and straight, have to pretend I don't have mental problems, and when I'm angry, its always chalked up to be my period, and they always treat me like a child, and its getting more and more obvious as the years go by. I don't get to go out much, in the past two years, the only times I was out of the house for days, was when I was in the hospital, and despite the pain I endured there, I felt sad to leave, and I cried when I was given the OK to go back to work, I hated going back to normal. And the other time, very recently, was when I got to hang out with my best friend for a few days, and it was great! I loved it!! But it was so short lived, it was the only time I was comfortable being myself in public. and I hated going back to normal again. I don't really get to partake in hobbies until maybe when my aunt and grandma fall asleep, and even then I'm too tired to do much of anything. My time is never considered, scheduled for my first PT session? Oh family is coming over and they're going to borrow the car, work? Oh we're going to go eat out with a friend at the Cheesecake Factory, final doctors appointment? Oh I'm getting my hair dyed, Hang out with my friend that was planned for months that I made sure they knew about? we're going on a cruise!!! and many such cases, doesn't matter if I tell them, and put it on the calendar. Sure the house they live in is pretty nice and its good to actually have AC, wifi and my own room for the first time in a long time but, I really only get to exist in my room, if I'm lucky, and they're out of town for a few days, I can finally exist in the living room and I actually don't mind cleaning and I'm able to cook! When my grandma and aunt can't criticize every little thing. I wouldn't mind living by myself, with friends, or even the small chance of having decent roommates, I want to be around people I actually like being around, I want to partake in hobbies at any hour of the day, I just want out, I want to be able to live my life
#its been a very revealing six months#for my sanity and the sake of tumblrs text limit I kept it as short as I possibly could#it makes them sound uniquely 'terrible' but they are just so Retired Old People as they can be#if anything it just gives me more motivation to get out of retail hell and hope I can eventually save up to get out#how and where? idk!! just. eventually#I try so hard to play nice but it always strays back into People Pleaser territory#while I can't hang out with work friends bc we all work front end#I'm gonna try to see if I can hang out with my spl@oon buddies who also live in AZ#if you actually read all this i'm sorry lol. just have so much pent up frustration#and I need to get it out before I go back to work#just angry and tired all the time and not much I can do irl to Not Be Like This#like on one hand. they absolutely deserve their retirement!!! working sucks!! especially with Walmart#but on the other. man. I just don't want to Be Here while they're here All The Time
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Pseudowho's Original JJK Masterlist
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Nanami Kento
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JJK multi-character fics
Nanami Kento Masterlist
Updated: 28th March 2024
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๐ฅ Smut ๐ Angst ๐ Romance
โ Comfort/Fluff ๐คก Clowning
๐ Monsterfucking. ๐ Education (*dirty laugh*)
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1st of December ๐ฅโ๐ -- No-Nut November is over-- but Nanami Kento won't let you get away with it that easily.
7:3 ๐คก -- Nanami Kento never thought about his 7:3 pattern...a fourth wall breaking moment.
"Dad Reflexes" Ask and Drabble ๐คก๐โ-- Nanami Kento can catch anything.
Daylight Robbery ๐โ๐ฅ-- when Gojo asks Nanami to cuckold him and his fiancรฉe, things don't go the way Gojo planned...
Debellatio ๐ฅ๐-- a Nanami x Reader x Higuruma sex-pollen threesome.
Ditch the Party ๐ฅ๐-- Nanami Kento hates parties. But the drinks? The drinks make him bold.
Domain Expansion theory-- Pseudowho's vision of Nanami Kento's domain expansion.
Edging Nanami Kento ๐ฅ๐-- The reader drives Nanami Kento to the edge and back again.
Fire and Iron ๐โ๐ฅ-- AU!Nanami Kento is the town blacksmith, and the reader is forced to stay the night after tending to his wounds.
Full ๐ฅโ๐-- Nanami Kento treats his pregnant wife like the goddess she is.
Glory Glory ๐ฅโ๐-- "Help, I'm stuck!" on a mission with Kento, and he takes full advantage of the compromising position.
Good Boy ๐ฅ๐-- after a bad day, you know exactly what Kento needs to help him relax...
Good Girl ๐๐คก -- a drabble
Grandpapamin โ๐-- Nanami Kento as a grandfather, Headcanons.
Grey ๐ฅ๐๐-- The reader lives a vigilante life; so does Nanami Kento, a changed man after the events of Shibuya. When she is sent to hunt him down, Nanami Kento has a proposition for her.
Grey! Nanami Headcanons Part One โ๐๐-- post-Shibuya Nanami Kento x Reader headcanons.
Grey! Nanami Headcanons Part Two โ๐๐-- post-Shibuya Nanami Kento x Reader headcanons.
Grey! Nanami Christmas โ๐ Headcanons โ๐๐-- post-Shibuya Nanami Kento x Reader Headcanons.
Hanahaki ๐โ๐-- being in love with you is killing Nanami Kento.
Hide and Seek ๐ฅ-- Game night gets spicy.
"How well can you drive?" ๐ฅ -- the reader takes matters into her own mouth so Kento can prove his driving skills.
Infiltration (MULTI-CHAPTER) ๐ฅโ๐๐
(COMPLETE!) --the reader and Nanami Kento must pretend to be married, infiltrating a Curse-user cult to take it down from the inside.
Chapter One: Introduction
Chapter Two: Pillow Talk
Chapter Three: Deadly Games
Chapter Four: The Rumbling Shrine
Chapter Five: Breaking Point
Chapter Six: Exposed
Chapter Seven: The Captive Goddess
Chapter Eight: Unchained
In From the Cold โ๐ฅ๐-- The reader wanders in the snow, lost and injured after a mission gone wrong; will Nanami Kento save her?
Kento Comes Home Drunk ๐ฅ๐-- and the reader handles his advances like a total champ.
And, its sequel... Reader Comes Home Drunk ๐ฅ ๐-- where Kento manages the reader's advances like an absolute champ.
Knismolagnia ๐ฅ๐-- Kento has a somewhat...erotic response to being tickled.
Last Moments ๐โ-- Nanami Kento remembers a childhood holiday.
Nanami Kento, and the Curses of an Unusual Nature (MULTI-CHAPTER) -- Nanami Kento is deemed the only Sorcerer sensible enough to handle some frankly weird Curses
- Chapter 1: Gone Shopping ๐คก -- locals are going missing at a large shopping centre; Nanami Kento is sent to investigate.
Nanami Kento's Massive Squeezable Man Tiddies ๐ฅโ-- the reader being casually obsessed with Kento's chest...repost link HERE!
Operation Babymaker (a new series!) ๐๐๐ฅโ -- Nanami Kento takes trying for a baby very seriously indeed.
A Trip to the Tailors-- the reader reveals she's been off the pill for months, and Kento cannot contain himself.
Benchpress-- the reader interrupts Kento's workout, and is manhandled into submission.
Ditch the Party...again-- tipsy Kento is back, and deadlier than ever.
Wet Dreams-- Kento gives the reader a free-pass for when he's asleep...and he returns the favour
Raising You โ๐๐-- When the reader is de-aged by a Curse, Nanami is forced to raise her like a daughter.
Red ๐ฅ๐-- Nanami Kento, the infamous Curse-user, has been on the run for years...what will you do when he catches up to you?
Resolute โ๐๐-- The reader helps Nanami to accept that he has a drinking problem.
Seasons of Grief ๐ฅ๐๐โ -- The reader supports Nanami Kento through the anniversary of Yuu Haibara's death, and afterwards, when Kento nearly loses the reader
Shirtsleeves ๐ฅ -- The reader steals Kento's last shirt, and receives her comeuppance.
Still Got It โ๐-- The Nanami kids' parents are boring...right?
Stoic ๐๐ฅ-- Kento is furious when Gojo assumes that his lack of PDA towards the reader shows a lack of desire.
The Accumulation of Little Despairs โ๐๐ -- The reader struggles with low-mood; Nanami Kento comes to the rescue
The Chase ๐ฅ๐-- The reader has insisted on No-Nut November; Nanami Kento gets his revenge by hunting her down and taking his reward.
Why I love Nanami Kento
Yet Another Sex Pollen Fic, PART ONE ๐ฅ๐
And...PART TWO ๐ฅ๐ -- the reader has a problem... and only Nanami Kento can help her scratch the itch.
Higuruma Hiromi Masterlist
Updated: 6th March 2024
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Calamus et Gladius (the pen and the sword) ๐ฅ๐๐โ-- slow-burn, enemies to lovers Culling Game smut with Higuruma and a foreign reader
Daddy ๐ฅโ๐-- dating apps are a hazard for men like Higuruma Hiromi...
Debellatio ๐ฅ๐-- a Higuruma x Reader x Nanami sex-pollen threesome
Fellatio ๐ฅ-- the bathtub lawyer receives head in his office.
Fumus et Ignis ๐ฅ๐-- sometimes, Hiromi smokes and ties you up while he makes you ride him.
Glory Glory ๐ฅโ-- 'Help, I'm Stuck!' with Hiromi, two bottles of wine and a compromising position with his gavel.
Hiromi and Nemo โ-- tales of Higuruma Hiromi, and his little black cat.
Hiromi Higuruma Relationship Headcanons โ๐ฅ๐
In Flagrante Delicto ๐โ๐ฅ๐-- Higuruma struggles to adapt to life as a sorcerer, refusing all of your offers to help...until he needs you.
"I've Committed a Crime" Ask and Drabble ๐คก๐-- Higuruma is a ruthless tease
Jus in Bello: A Judicious Domain ๐๐ฅ๐-- The reader throws Higuruma out of their home after they struggle to adapt to his new Cursed power...and the reader must then hunt him down in the Culling Game, to bring him home.
Men with Big Noses ๐ฅ๐-- you reveal a kink for Higuruma's nose, and he shows you exactly what he can do with that.
Milk and Honey ๐๐ฅ-- Hiromi is obsessed with your milk, and loves you while you sleep.
Office Besties โ๐-- Hiromi and you are just friends...right?
Sanguis et Vinum ๐ฅ๐-- period sex with Higuruma
Shower drabble โ๐-- Higuruma comforts you after a bad day.
The Stairwell ๐ฅ๐-- You've been teasing Higuruma all day at the office; he catches up to you, eventually.
Vinum Rubrum ๐ฅ๐-- wine is better when you share a glass...and your mouths.
The Widow's Keeper โ๐๐-- The reader and Higuruma traverse the complexities of love and grief, after the death of Nanami Kento, her first husband.
"Your Honour" Ask and Drabble ๐๐คก๐ฅ-- Hiromi forgets your name as he cums.
Suguru Geto Masterlist
Updated: 23rd February 2024
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Deadly Nightshade ๐๐ฅ๐-- a Suguru Geto "sex pollen" fic.
Kamo Choso Masterlist
Updated: 28th December 2023
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Glory Glory ๐ฅโ-- 'Help, I'm stuck!' on a mission together, and virgin Choso is offered the opportunity of a lifetime.
Snowhere to Go โ๐-- When your date plans are foiled by the snow, you and Choso make your own fun with a stack of old board games.
Aoi Todo Masterlist
Updated: 27th January 2024
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Act of the Soul ๐ฅ-- Aoi Todo uses his Boogie Boogie on the reader during sex.
JJK's Multi-Character Masterlist
Updated: 31st March 2024
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Being gross in long-term comfortable relationships โ๐-- with Gojo, Geto, Nanami, Toji, Yuuta, Maki, Megumi, Nobara, Yuuji and Ino
"Cumfaces" Ask and Drabble ๐คก
Defending Your Honour โ๐-- the JJK boys are sick of the creeps and perverts who harass our dear reader.
Nanami, Todo and Geto
Higuruma, Ino and Yuuji
Gojo, Megumi and Nobara, Inumaki and Toji
Firemen ๐โ๐-- the JJK Crew rescue the Reader, and fall in love at the same time.
Nanami and Higuruma Aesthetics: โ 'Besto Friendos' dichotomies
Neat Suit/Messy Suit
Cold Anger/Hot Anger
"Stay down!" Fighter/"Get Up!" Fighter
City-Skyline Penthouse/Converted-Factory Penthouse aesthetics
IKEA Flat-pack Aesthetics
How They Ejaculate ๐ฅ๐-- a physiological ejaculation study of Gojo, Nanami, Geto, Choso, Toji, Higuruma and TrueForm!Sukuna
Penis Synonym Smutfics ๐คก๐ฅ -- with Nanami Kento, Hiromi Higuruma, Takuma Ino, Gojo Satoru and Inumaki Toge
Penpals (a Panda fic) ๐ผโ-- he didn't mean to Catfish you. Honestly.
Shower Mat ๐ฅ๐-- the reader buys an 'old lady shower mat'...that makes shower shenanigans suddenly possible.
Takuma Ino as a Young Dad โ๐-- when Takuma unexpectedly becomes a father...
The Rebounds ๐ฅ๐-- Yuuta and Maki show you the date of your life, after you're dumped
They Find You Wearing This...Unsexy Monstrosity ๐คก -- with Itadori Yuuji, Satoru Gojo, Higuruma, Sukuna, Toji, Nanami and Suguru
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He-man.org will close in 5 days.
He-man.org has been a staple of the Masters of the Universe community since the early days, originating as an email list that worked to document episodes before anything (not footage, not lists, nothing) was available online. It grew into a sprawling, multi-faceted beast of a thing, including an encyclopedia (an in-house wiki), merch lists, a marketplace, forums, anything you could think of.
Several years ago now, the main site went down for updates/maintenance. For a few weeks, we were told, maybe months. The forums remained open for fans to communicate, and barring a period of downtime earlier this year things were going smoothly.
Yesterday, the owner of the site, Val Staples, announced the site would be closed on November 14th, 2023. Six days later. We are currently attempting to contact him, to see if heโs interested in selling, and if he means closed as in โno new postsโ or closed as in deleted entirely. Regardless of its eventual fate, the archiving of these forums is essential to preserving the history of the franchise, the fandom, and the brand.
TO SHE-RA (and MotU) FANS SPECIFICALLY: I have personally used these forums to answer questions that could be answered nowhere else. Had I not had access to them, I would never have been able to prove that Purrsia was fake, or found so much unpublished concept art, or discovered that Scott โToyguruโ Neitlich personally wrote Catraโs MOTUC bio (even if heโs put off answering my questions about it for over a year now). Forum members have conducted interviews with the likes of Jon Seisa, Cathy Larson, Janice Varney-Hamlinโessential figures in the very foundations of POP, and those interviews revealed and recorded priceless information for future generations (me! you! us!) to find. Did you know Cathy Larson named Adora? That she originally pushed for โDorianโ, after her own daughter? We cannot let this treasure trove disappear into the ether(ia).
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Haaretz did this:
The full thing is under the cut, in case this link is paywalled for other people. The actual text has blocked out portions as well, to highlight what it's like to report on cases of administrative detention.
Highlights:
Like all administrative detention hearings, it was held in-camera, to obscure the fact that detainees' lawyers do their job without access to the facts of the case. Even the few details that are not secret are prohibited for publication. The administrative detention order was approved in full for a period of six months
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In the past, it was considered, at least officially, a measure reserved for the most extreme of cases. This hypocritical position has always been false, but now there is no longer any need to save face. According to the Israeli army's own data, almost 5,000 arrests were made in the West Bank in the past eight months. These are very conservative numbers, as they don't include the many thousands arrested and released without being indicted.
The data shows that administrative detention, this so-called extreme of extremes, is now the norm. According to Israeli Prison Service numbers, Israel now holds 7016 people who have not yet been convicted in its jails โ either awaiting trial or under administrative detention. Of these, 4,299 โ more than 60%! โ are held without charge or trial. And all that is without saying a single word about the torture, hunger and humiliation to which all Palestinian prisoners held by Israel are subjected these days.
Administrative detention is based on secret suspicions, secret evidence and no charges being brought. To conceal its inherent absurdity, hearings are held in-camera and away from the public eye. As such, even the little that is revealed to the defense remains prohibited for publication.
On the morning of October 29, after a short farewell to his wife Nariman and their kids, Bassem Tamimi left his home in the West Bank village of Nabi Saleh, north of Ramallah, and started heading east toward the Allenby Bridge. He was on his way to visit relatives in Jordan he had not seen in a long time. A little after 11 A.M., Nariman received a message saying, "The secret police asked for me. I'll write when it's over." And then, shortly after 3 P.M., a call: "I am being arrested. They're coming to take the phone. Have to go. Bye."
This, unfortunately, was not Bassem's first encounter with Israeli law. His village, Nabi Saleh, has waged a multi-year campaign of civil resistance against land grabs and settlement expansion. As a prominent activist, he was incarcerated repeatedly for his role as a protest leader, part of Israel's attempt to quell dissent.
In the evening, the phone rang again. The woman on the line introduced herself, saying she lived in Silwan and was currently at the Hadassa hospital in Jerusalem. She then went on to say that Bassem was there, surrounded by soldiers. He was taken there after his blood pressure soared dangerously. Nariman could faintly hear Bassem's voice over the line saying, "I'm fine, don't worry, everything's good." After a few more hours, at night, that same woman sent a picture of Bassem in the ER, undergoing a checkup; his hand bound with ziptie cuffs. That was the last time Nariman heard from him. Save for a single short lawyer visit before Eid al-Fitr in April, no one has been in contact with him since.
Four days after his arrest, police โโโโ, โโโโ โโโโ: "โโโโโโโ โโโ โโโโ โโโโโ โโโ โโโโโโโโ, โโโโโโ, โโโโโ? "โโโโโโโ โโโ โโโโโโ: "โโโโ โโโ โโโโโโ." And that was that. Eight days later โ the maximum time afforded to the authorities by article 33 of Israel's military law in the West Bank before a detainee must be presented before a judge (who also is a soldier in uniform) โ a six-month administrative detention order was issued, which did not suggest any specific allegations, but rather only a very general statement regarding โโโโโโโ โโ โ โโโโโโโ .
Eleven more days later, the Kafkaesque proceedings of judicial review over the order took place. Some of it was held ex-parte between the soldier-judge and the Shin Bet. Like all administrative detention hearings, it was held in-camera, to obscure the fact that detainees' lawyers do their job without access to the facts of the case. Even the few details that are not secret are prohibited for publication. The administrative detention order was approved in full for a period of six months, until April 28.
Administrative detention, however, is not really bound by the limits of time, and can be extended indefinitely. And indeed, as the six months passed, a new six-month order was signed, citing the same meaningless cause of โโโโโโ โโโโ โ โโโโโโ โโ โ. This time however, and unlike the state of affairs in almost any other administrative detention case, the defense had a pretty good insight into the details of the case. Administrative detention is such a mundane phenomenon in Israeli military courts, that , , , .
A few hours prior to Bassem's arrest, Israeli forces arrested โโโโโ โ โโโโ โ โโโโโโ โโโ โโโโโ โ โโโโโโโโ โโโ โโโ, Bassem's friend from their days together in Israeli jail at the beginning of the millennium. Then too, under administrative detention. โโโโโโ โโโ โโโโโ โ โโโ โโโโ โโโ โโโ โโโโโโ โ โโ โโโโโ โ โโโ โโโโโ โโโ โโโ โ โโโ โโโ โโโโ, โ โโโโ โโโ โโโ โโโโ โโโ โโโโ โ โ โโโ โโโโโ โโ โโ โโ โโ โโโ โโโโ โ โโโ โโโโโ โโโ โโโ โโโโโ โโโ โโโโ โ โโโ. โโโโโ โโโ โโโ โโโโโ โโโ โโโโโ โ โโโ, โโโโโ โโโ โโโ โโโ โโโ โโโ โโโโโ โ โโโโ โโโ โโโ โโโโ โโโ โโโโโ? โ โโโโโ โโ โโโ โโโ. โโ โโโ โโ โโโ โ โโ โโโโโ โโโ โโโ โโโโโโ โโโ โโโโโ โ โโโโโ โโโ โโโ โโโโโโ โโโ โโโโโ.
โ โโโโ โโโ โโโ โโโ โโโโโ โโโ โโโโโ โ โโโโ โโโโ โโโ โโโ โโโโ โโโ โโโโโ โ โโโโ โโ โโโ, โโโโโโ โโโ โโโโโ โ โโโ โโโโ โโโ โโโ โโโโ โโโ โโโโโ โ โโ โโโ โโโ โโโ โโโ โโ โโโ โโโ โ "โโโโโโ โโโ โโโ โโโโ โโโ โโโโ โ โโโโโโ โโโ โโโ? โโโโโ โโโ โโโโโ โ โโโโ โโโ โโโ โโโโโ โโโ โโโโ โ โโโโโโโ โโโ." โโโ โโโโโโ โโโ โโโโ โ โโโ โโโ โโโ โโ โโโ โโโโโ โ โโโโโโ โโโ โโโ 25 โโโ โโ โโโโโ โ โโโโโโโ โโโโ, long after the administrative detention order against Bassem was reviewed and approved by the court, โโโโโโ was unconditionally released.
On his release, โโโโโโ contacted Nariman and told her what had happened, thinking that his release must also mean Bassem should soon follow. This is how the defense learned the details it knows, and not through discovery by the prosecution. Even though there is no gag order on โโโโโโ โโโโโโ's case, discussing its details in conjunction with Bassem's administrative detention is prohibited for publication. Despite everything that was revealed โ and that is the nature of administrative detention: there can always be more hidden evidence, secret, almost mystical โ Bassem is still being held under administrative detention even now. Almost two weeks after the hearing, โโโ โ โโ โโโโโโ โโโโโโ โโโโโโโโ โโโโโ โ โโโโโ โ โโโโโ, the judge partially confirmed the second administrative detention order against Bassem in violation of military law provisions, โโโโโโโโ โโโโ โ โโโ โ โโโโโโโ โโโ โ โโโโโโโโ.
Like Bassem, thousands more are held captive by Israel under administrative detention. In the past, it was considered, at least officially, a measure reserved for the most extreme of cases. This hypocritical position has always been false, but now there is no longer any need to save face. According to the Israeli army's own data, almost 5,000 arrests were made in the West Bank in the past eight months. These are very conservative numbers, as they don't include the many thousands arrested and released without being indicted.
The data shows that administrative detention, this so-called extreme of extremes, is now the norm. According to Israeli Prison Service numbers, Israel now holds 7016 people who have not yet been convicted in its jails โ either awaiting trial or under administrative detention. Of these, 4,299 โ more than 60%! โ are held without charge or trial. And all that is without saying a single word about the torture, hunger and humiliation to which all Palestinian prisoners held by Israel are subjected these days.
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Rude Awakening
Pairing: Roboute Guilliman x FemReader
Warnings: Sexual content, MDNI
Description: The Reader sends a long awaited message to her home world, only to receive a very unexpected reply.
Plot, lore, and spice in this one folks! (Also, please excuse the very cliched name I decided to use for the Reader's home world.)
This is a continuation of my Guilliman/Reader series. To read the previous parts, check out my Masterlist.
โTransmitting in one minute, Lady Heir.โ
Guilliman watched you sit even straighter than before, if that were possible. Youโd changed out of the light, flowing dresses heโd grown accustomed to seeing you in these past months, and back into the corseted gown youโd worn upon your first meeting. Your hair was pulled back into a severe bun, your hands tightly clasped on your lap.
Every sinew in your body radiated tension. He resisted the near overpowering urge to go to your side.
โNo, Roboute. If Iโm to be seen to be acting independently, in the interests of my world, I canโt sit in your shadow.โ Youโd leaned against him in the Thunderhawk during the flight to your ship, โNo matter how I might wish to.โ
When he made it clear he intended to be present for the event, and therefore his Ultramarine guards as well, Captain Takahashi suggested they move the whole operation to the spacecraft hangar. Glancing around, Guilliman understood why.
It had been ages since heโd existed in a space not built with giants in mind. Even the towering ceilings of this hangar seemed somehow claustrophobic after the sheer massiveness of The Macraggeโs Honor. And that was not the only difference.
Not a candle in sight.
The air still smelled of fuel and chemicals, but the cloying aroma of incense was absent. Captain Takahashi must have driven her cleaning crew hard, for every surface gleamed clean and starkly bright under the artificial lighting.
It all looked soโฆ new. Even the crew, standing at attention in their clean uniforms.
He heard his Ultramarines shifting in their armor and couldnโt blame them for their unease. The differences in culture and technology between your people and the Imperium had never been so obvious. The clash to comeโฆ.
Guillimanโs gaze returned to you.
You feel it too, the mounting pressure. If we are to avoid bloodshed, you must walk a razorโs edge.
Again, the urge to go to you. His jaw clenched.
***
Your heart felt as though it was about to beat its way out of your chest.ย
Strange, how quickly emotions could change. In the days since confessing your familyโs sordid history to Roboute, youโd feltโฆ lighter. Unafraid, for the first time in years.ย
When he held you, all your grandmotherโs torments and scheming seemed insignificant. You were untouchable. Safe.
The folly of such thoughts crashed upon you as you stared at the transmitter. An entire worldโs fate rested on your words, on a diplomatic mission no one thought would succeed.ย
A diplomatic mission some had done their best to ensure would not succeed.ย
Will Grandmother listen to reason? Will the Grand Council? The Military? The Church?ย
You squeezed your eyes shut, fighting a rising tide of panic.
Am I leading my people down the path to annihilation?
โConnection established.โ The technicianโs voice sounded loud in the silence. โTransmitting in tenโฆโ
Light guide me. Protect me against the chaos of the Void.
โ...eightโฆโ
Reveal my path and grant me wisdom to protect my people.
โ...sixโฆโ
Illuminate the minds of those I speak to, that they may see the Truth.
โ...fourโฆโ
I canโt do this! I canโt!
โ...twoโฆโ
Your eyes flashed to Roboute. His burning blue gaze met your own. Strength. Courage. Love.
โTransmitting now.โ
You lifted your chin and breathed deep. โHonored Matriarch, Grand Council, People of TerraNova, I speak to you today of a new dawn for our people. Six standard months ago, I set out upon a diplomatic mission to propose an alliance with the Imperium of Man.โ
Calm settled over you with each word. โI am overjoyed to report the complete success of my mission. Roboute Guilliman, Lord Regent of the Imperium, has accepted our proposal. He has agreed to ensure our continued autonomy in exchange for technology and resources.โ
And now for the bombshell.
โTo seal this alliance, I have agreed to take the Lord Regentโs hand in marriage.โ
***
โ... I await your response so that a meeting between the Lord Regent and our beloved Matriarch may be arranged. May the Light, and the Lord of Light, bless the joining of our people. Thank you.โ
Guilliman felt pride swell within him as the technician cut the transmission. He strode forward, boots thundering on the metal flooring.ย
โYou were magnificent, my dear.โ
You looked up at him, face pale. โI pray it was enough.โ
He reached out a hand, gently taking your tiny fingers in his own, and helped you to your feet. You swayed slightly.
Captain Takahashi appeared at your side, a glass in her hand. โDrink, Lady Heir. You did well.โ
Guilliman made eye contact with the Captain as you drank.
She nodded. โI mean it, my Lord. Our leaders will be hard pressed to deny the logic of such a statement.โ
He placed a steadying hand on your shoulders. โI have seen diplomats with lifetimes of experience fail to make so compelling an argument.โ
โFrom anyone else,โ you murmured, โIโd call that flattery.โ
โI am not accustomed to praising the unworthy.โ
โI know.โ You smiled, face regaining some color, โStill, Void take me! Iโm glad thatโs over.โ
Guilliman chuckled slightly. โHow long before we can expect a response?โ
Captain Takahashi shook her head. โHard to say. The message should have been received almost instantaneously, but our leaders will need time to formulate a reply.โ She hesitated. โThough, the Matriarch is known for her decisiveness.โ
His armored hand tightened on your shoulder at the mention of your grandmother. โI amโฆ eager to meet this woman.โ
He sensed your tension returning. ๏ฟฝ๏ฟฝ๏ฟฝLet us return to The Macraggeโs Honor, my dear. We can-โ
โCaptain!โ A shout from the technician drew everyoneโs attention. โIncoming communication!โ
Captain Takahashi strode to the console. โA recorded transmission?โ
โNegative, Maโam. Live.โ
โOh, Lightโฆ.โ Guilliman watched you wilt once more.
He pulled you against him. โFrom your homeworld, Captain?โ
โWeโre too far for a live message.โ The Captainโs eyes remained fixed on the screens in front of her. โNo. This originates from one of our naval vessels.โ
โLord Guilliman.โ Sicarius spoke for the first time since entering this ship. โTransmission from The Macraggeโs Honor. Long range scanners have picked up contacts exiting the Warp.โ
He faced the Ultramarine. โDetails.โ
โFive ships of similar make to this one. One significantly larger. Numerous smaller vessels. All approaching rapidly.โ
From the scowl on Sicariusโs face, Guilliman knew he expected an ambush. โHave we received any attempts at communication?โ
โNegative, my Lord.โ
โCaptain?โ The technician looked toward Captain Takahashi. โDo I answer?โ
โYes.โ
Guilliman looked down at you in surprise. You reached up and placed your hand over his gauntlet on your shoulder, your expression determined.
โI will answer, Captain Takahashi. Put it on screen.โ
A moment of silence, save for the persistent beeping of the console. โVery well, Lady Heir.โ
You tried to pull away from his grasp. โRoboute-โ
โNo.โ He walked with you, hand remaining on your shoulder. โThis time, we stand together.โ
***
You leaned back against Roboute, partly annoyed, partly grateful. In truth, you felt drained. A mere moments ago youโd wanted nothing more than to return to your quarters on the Imperial ship. Quarters that had rapidly begun to feel like โhomeโ.ย
No time for further thought before a figure appeared on screen. It was not who you expected.
The angular face. Hair that curled to his shoulders in defiance of every military regulation. Eyes that never seemed to rest in one place for more than a moment. All familiar, except for the red scar bisecting one cheek.
โVictor?!โย
โHello, cousin. And, ahโฆ,โ his eyes moved behind and above you, โLord Guilliman, I presume?โ
The lack of decorum brought a flush of shame to your cheeks. You felt Robouteโs hands tighten ever so slightly on your shoulders.
โLord Regent, may I introduce Prince Victor, son of-โ
โAnother prince, who was the son of a Patriarch, who was the husband of our beloved Matriarch, and so on and so forth. Second in line to the throne of TerraNova. Lord of the Fleet, etc.โ Your cousin waved his hand dismissively. โVery pretty, very inconsequential titles.โ
Void damn him! He hasnโt changed.ย ย
โVictor, this is-โ
โQuite possibly the most powerful man in the galaxy, yes I know.โ He grinned, the expression twisted by the scar on his cheek. โAnd your intended! Congratulations, by the way.โ
โAn unexpected pleasure, Prince.โย
Roboute had once explained his multiple organs to you. Now, you felt him expand his third lung, giving his already deep voice an inhuman resonance that sent shivers across your skin.
Even through the screen, your cousin couldnโt remain unaffected. You felt a tiny thrill of satisfaction at seeing his cocky smile quiver.
โUnexpected for me as wellโฆ my lord. My fleetโs interception of my lovely cousinโs message necessitated this intrusion, Iโm afraid.โ
You stiffened. โThe message? Did it-โ
โDonโt fret, my dear. Iโm sure our beloved Matriarch is frothing at the mouth as we speak. Unfortunately, she no longer has the power to act one way or the other.โ
Dread pooled in your stomach. โWhat do you mean?โ
โI mean, that sheโs currently a prisoner in her own palace, cousin. Courtesy of the only other living member of our dynasty.โย
โConrad?โ The magnitude of the disaster struck you hard. โOh, Light.โ
โClear the deck!โ Captain Takahashi snapped.
You heard the retreating of many feet, and glanced up toward Roboute. He stared at the screen, mouth set in a grim line. The Ultramarines likewise remained.
โVictor, perhaps a more private-โ
โWhatโs the point, sweet cousin? Your fiance and hisโฆahโฆwarriors may as well know what kind of mess theyโre about to sail into.โย
***
Guilliman could see why you disliked your family.
The nonchalant mockery dripping from every word this boy said, set his teeth on edge. He showed no regard for the devastation his little speech wrought on you, never once used your proper title. And something in the way he looked at youโฆ.
โSo, there has been a coup.โ He didnโt bother to hide the growl in his voice.
โIndeed.โ The boy avoided his gaze. โGrandmother and whatโs left of her personal forces are holed up in the capital whilst Conrad, bookish little Conrad, and his army lay siege.โ
Guilliman felt you sag against him. โThe Military?โ
โApparently they think heโll be easier to control that dear old Granny, or me, for that matter. And they thought you were dead until a few minutes ago. So theyโve made him their figurehead.โ He shrugged. โI donโt really even blame Connie, locked away in that monastery for so many years, he never did learn how to think for himself.โ
โThe Grand Council?โ
โRan off to the Eastern Continent. Putting up a decent fight, actually.โ
You seemed to gather yourself. โSo thereโs still hope. Wait. They thought I was dead?โ
โOh, yes. Grandmother seemed certain of it. Was almost ready to announce it to the people.โ A grating laugh. โI can only imagine her expression when your message came through. I know it shocked the Void out of me.โ
Guilliman spoke again. โYou called yourself โMaster of the Fleetโ. This implies you have control of your worldโs naval forces.โ
โThose personally loyal to me, yes.โ
โYour mercenaries?โ You shook your head. โVictor, theyโll turn on you as soon as you can no longer pay them.โ
The boyโs expression turned dark. โTheyโre loyal, little cousin. Ever since I saved their asses from Grandmotherโs order of execution. You can count on that.โ
Guilliman didnโt care for his tone. โWhat are your intentions here, prince?โ
He ignored him, darting eyes settling on you. โYou need to come home, cousin. Immediately. With me. The people are confused and divided.โ
โWe need to present a united front.โ You nodded slowly.
Guilliman tightened his grip on your shoulders.
โYou always were the smartest of us.โ Your cousin smirked. โIโll send a transport immediately.โ
Captain Takahashi joined the conversation. โI will gladly transport the Lady Heir on board this ship, my prince.โ
โAh, the ever loyal Captain! You know we all thought you dead too? I appreciate the offer. But we both know my Predator is faster than your little cruiser. And speed is paramount.โ He waved a hand. โYou can follow along at your own pace.โ
โA third option.โ Guilliman tried to make eye contact with the prince, but his gaze kept sliding away. โThe Lady remains aboard my flagship, and we follow you to your homeworld.โ
โCousin, would you like to explain to your fiance why that wonโt work?โ
You gave him an apologetic look. โFor me to arrive with an Imperial fleet-โ
The boy interrupted once again. โIt would certainly look like a conquering horde, now wouldnโt it? Unless, of course, thatโs your intention.โ
โVictor!โ
He leered. โIt would be clever. Take advantage of our weakened, divided state and swoop in to add us to your collection of worlds. Your marriage to my cousin would give you just enough legitimacy to preserve your image. Assuming, of course, that you Imperials care about such things.โ
โI gave my word to the Lady that this would be an alliance, not a conquest.โ Guilliman managed to catch the boyโs direct gaze and hold it. โI intend to keep my word.โ
He paled and, once again, his eyes darted away. โWell, well. How noble.โ
Your hand reached up and grasped one of the gauntletโs on your shoulders. โDo not make such an insinuation again, cousin.โ
A corner of Guillimanโs mouth tipped up at the indignation in your voice.
โStill,โ you murmured, โan Imperial fleet, much less the flagship of the Lord Regent, arriving at this time could cause widespread panic.โ
And undermine any hope of peaceful compliance.
He never desired unnecessary bloodshed, not even in the days of the Great Crusade. The idea of attacking your homeworld appealed to him even less. Still, to send you alone into the hands of this arrogant princelingโฆ into a war zoneโฆ.
โShould she agree to this, the future Lady of Ultramar will be accompanied by an Ultramarine guard.โ
An astounded murmur from the Ultramarines behind him. Your head snapped up, mouth opening in shock.
The boy remained silent for a moment, blinking. โIโฆahโฆ of course. Of course! You want to protect your investment. I understand.โ He made a show of peering at the Ultramarines. โI suppose weโll make them fit somehow.โ
You turned back to the screen. โGive me one standard day, Victor. Then send your transport.โ
โAgreed. It will be ever so nice to see you in person again, cousin. Iโm sure weโll get this mess sorted in no time.โ
The transmission ended.
You pressed your face into your hands. โVoid damn it all. Just when things were going so well.โ
Guilliman looked down at you. Sometimes he forgot how young and inexperienced you were. Youโd learn soon enough.
Nothing ever goes to plan.
***
You stood in the midst of your quarters aboard The Macraggeโs Honor, and tried desperately not to weep.ย
A fool. Iโm a damned fool.
You thought back over the last months. All your life, youโd heard horror stories of the Imperium. Its cruelties. Its fanaticism. How ironic that the best moments of your life so far had been spent here, onboard its flagship.
With him.ย
Youโd told yourself it could last forever. That all would be well.
Damn you, Conrad. Why? Why now?
You bent to pick a piece of clothing off the floor, only for your corset to tighten further around your chest. Sudden rage filled you.
โOff, get off!โ
It had taken two attendants to help you put the thing on. Tears of frustration filled your eyes as you clawed at the hooks and laces to no avail.ย
โVoid damn it!โย
Behind you, the door hissed open. You recognized the presence even before he spoke.
โAre you all right, my love?โ
You didnโt dare turn around, face burning with embarrassment. โIโm sorry, Roboute. I justโฆ I canโtโฆ.โ You sniffled like a child.
โLet me.โ
โYou donโt have to- ah!โ
A wrench and the sound of tearing fabric. The corset fell away. You gasped, catching it against your breasts. Your mind went blank.
A thud behind you made the floor shake. Then, hot breath on your bare back. The heat seemed to spread across your skin, burning away the rage and frustration, until only longing remained.
โRobouteโฆ.โ
Lips pressed against the back of your bare shoulders. Impossibly large hands circled your hips, holding you immobile.ย
โIt seems our marriage will be delayed.โ His deep voice resonated within you. โBut, by the Throne, I will have this.โ
You could only whimper in reply as the lips traced across your shoulders, your neck, and down your spine. The hands on your hips slid upward until they met the corset you still clutched to your chest.
Light forgive me.
You let the piece of clothing drop to the floor, and gasped as the hands covered your breasts.ย
โSo soft.โ He rumbled.
No one had ever touched you like this. You whined as he began to squeeze and knead, calloused skin against your nipples sending shocks of pleasure through your body. Liquid warmth pooled between your legs.
You felt yourself yanked back into a hard chest, only then realizing heโd sunk to his knees. His forehead came to rest on your shoulder. One hand continued to play with your chest, while the other spread down over your belly.
โTell me to stop.โ
โNo.โ
I want this.
He groaned, and the hand on your belly moved lower, fingers dipping beneath the waist of your skirt and underclothes. You suddenly found it hard to breathe.
โI heard you last night.โ He rasped. โI heard you touching yourself, calling my name as you climaxed.โ
โOh, Light!โ You should feel ashamed, but his words only stoked the fire within.
โI almost went to you. Throne, I have wanted to go to you every night since the first. Now you are leaving me, and I cannotโฆ.โ A deep, gasping breath. โI cannot hold back anymore.โ
You moaned his name.
โShow me how to bring you pleasure.โ
You reached one hand behind you, carding your fingers into blond hair, feeling the massive demigod shiver at your touch. With the other hand, you guided his hand lower, until his fingers met your wet center.
Both of you hissed at the sensation.
โL-like thisโฆ.โ
Spreading your legs a little wider, you pushed his fingers until they brushed against your nub. Your back arched at the sudden sting of pleasure.
He caught on quickly, beginning to rub circles. You ground against his hand, revelling in the wantonness of your actions. Enough with decorum. Enough with following the rules. You wanted him.
You wanted your husband.
โRoboute, faster!โย
He obeyed. And you writhed, no longer recognizing the sounds that came out of your mouth. You heard only his deep, panting breaths against your shoulder. You felt only his fingers against you. Nothing else mattered.
As you leaned back against him, you felt something hard against your rear. Youโd felt it before, when he held you down atop his desk. Without hesitation, you rubbed against it, and he let out a strangled growl.
โYessssโฆ.โ
His hips began to move. Even as he rubbed you, his massive hand also pressed you back against him. You felt him hard and hot through his tunic. And big. So big. It should have frightened you.
Instead you felt the tension inside you grow tighter.ย
โRoboute, Iโฆ Iโฆ!โ
โGive it to me.โ He snarled. โOnly to me.โ
The tension snapped. You opened your mouth, but no words came. Your vision went white.ย
Hot and wet and so so goodโฆ!
The sudden sting of teeth in your shoulder. A muffled roar. Scalding liquid against your lower back.
And then all was soft, melting warmth. You went limp, and he caught you against him. You felt the swelling of his chest, the thunder of his double heartbeat.
โMy loveโฆmineโฆ.โ He turned your boneless body until you looked up into his sweat-streaked face. โForgive me.โ
You snuggled into his chest. โThereโs nothing to forgive, my husband.โ
He shuddered at your words. โMy beautiful little wife.โ
For a moment you stayed there, keeping the outside world at bay.
โJust a little while longer, Roboute.โ You whispered. โAnd then Iโll never leave you again.โ
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Guilliman remembered your words as he watched the transport depart. In the end, only one of his Ultramarines had gone with you. The ship your cousin sent simply couldnโt fit any more.
He hadnโt been surprised when Tarchus volunteered for the duty. He believed, in his own way, the Ultramarine had grown rather fond of you in the past few weeks. And the man was capable. Heโd keep you safe.
Still, what I would not give to be the one at her side.
The previous night with you in his arms had been an indescribable joy. Whatever the Ecclesiarchy might have to say on the matter, you were bound to him now. Even if he hadnโt had you fully. Not yet.
He had plans for that. Some customs he couldnโt quite bring himself to disregard. Such as the matter of a ring.
โRoboute, itโs beautiful!โ Youโd gasped as he slipped the gold and sapphire band on your finger.
โAnd long overdue. It belonged to my mother, one of the few things I have left of her.โ
Your eyes had widened. โAre you sure-?
โI am.โ Heโd smiled down at you. โShe would have liked you, I think.โ
โIโll treasure it.โ
โI have added one thing.โ
Heโd shown you the device embedded inside the band. โCaptain Takahashi graciously gave me this. I intend to take my fleet to the asteroid belt her star maps show lies just beyond your system. If you need me, press the largest gem in the ring. A beacon will activate.โ
Heโd grasped your chin, ensuring you looked into his eyes. โAnd I will come for you.โ
He would, he vowed. Even if he had to carry you off like the barbarian warlord your people thought him to be.
โMy Lord,โ one of the baseline crew suddenly spoke up, โsomethingโs happening.โ
His eyes never left the departing transport. โYes?โ
โOne of their fighters seems to be malfunctioning. It is moving erratically.โ
โMore power to the forward void shields.โ Captain Sicarius barked.
A tiny ship, smaller than a Thunderhawk, appeared in the corner of Guillimanโs eye. It twisted and bucked as if the pilot had gone mad. And yetโฆ.
The crewman continued. โIf it keeps its current course, it will not impact any Imperial ships, my lord.โ
A horrible revelation flashed through Guillimanโs mind. โFire on that ship!โ
โMy lord?โ
โNow!โ He lunged toward the hangar opening, as if he could reach out and strike the ship down himself. โNOW.โ
He heard the crewmen frantically issuing vox orders, and yet knew they wouldnโt matter. It was too late.
The fighter screamed toward your transport.
โNo.โ
Your pilot must have seen the threat. He jerked the ship away, but the fighter followed.
โNO.โ
Impact.
Guilliman dropped to his knees as all the light left in his life went out.
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The beds we make
Pairings - Tobias E. Rogers x Reader
Word Count - 5.2K
Warnings - stalker! Toby, non-con/dub-con, murder, mentions of death, violence, choking, implied-somnophilia, knife play, humiliation, bondage(?).
Darkness enshrouded every corner of your mind, like an endless void sucking you into its depths: as it did every night for the last six months. A constant and overwhelming sense that someone is watching your every move at all time, the itch in the back of your mind consuming you in your most vulnerable state.
Suddenly, a loud pounding rapped on the wood of your bedroom door, waking you from your restless sleep. Your heart stopped in your chest for a moment, another wave of anxiety rushing through your body, goosebumps rising on your skin.
Then, a familiar voice called out to you from the other side of it. โAre you still sleeping?โ Tara said, knocking on the door again.
โI'm awakeโ you responded, your voice scratchy and uneven as you slowly disentangled yourself out of the blankets. Begrudgingly, you trudged to the door, unlocked, and flung it open to reveal Tara Allen, your roommate and close friend since your freshman year in college.
Tara is undeniably beautiful, her long dark hair and dark eyes matching the tan complexion of her skin perfectly. She's always been quite taller than you, her slender figure standing at the door looking at you as if you were from another dimension.
โYou look like shit,โ she laughs, examining the dark circles under your eyes, the restless look on your face.
โHahaโ you laugh sarcastically, walking to your bed and plowing down onto the sheets, โVery funnyโ you said, shoving your face into the plush comforter that rested on top.
โWe have to get going,โ Tara said, tugging on your oversized sleep shirt. โTraffic is gonna be awful,โ she groaned.
Looking up through your heavy eyes, you saw that the sun was just barely peeking over the eastern horizon, darkness still settled over the skies. โIt's like 5:00 am,โ you said.
โExactly. It's like 13 hours awayโ She said, almost enamored. turning around and leaving the room.
Tara's parents had given her the keys to a small getaway cabin they owned so you two could have a โgirls tripโ after midterms. With school and the constant feeling of being watched, getting away was what you needed. The cabin was located in the densely wooded mountains far from the city and covered in a thick layer of snow.
Flipping onto your back, you stared up at the ceiling, the room still covered in a sheen of blackness. Your anxiety was beginning to spike up again, washing over you like ice water. You sat up, looking out your window at the streets below, โNo one can see youโ the words rang through your head like a church bell, the small peace rushing the ever-growing anxiety out of your mind for now. A groan left your lips when you stood up and made your way over to your dresser.
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โWake up,โ Tara said, one hand still on the steering wheel, the other reaching over and nudging your shoulder. โWe're hereโ
A long yawn slipped from your lips, your brain slowly coming to consciousness. Looking out of the window, you noticed that the car had come to a complete stop in a parking lot.
The area surrounding it was densely forested. Pines, spruces, and hemlock trees covered the landscape, making it seem like you were hundreds of miles away from another living person. The different kinds arose above the ground, standing tall in thick columns.
A blanket of fluffy snow covered the ground and trees alike, more flurrying down from the clouds in a silent rain.
A little off to the side, you could see a pathway ascending through the trees and up the mountain, one that people used to hunt and trail along. The compact dirty frozen under the thick layer of frosty powder.
โIt's a short hike from hereโ Tara said, slipping the key from the ignition and shoving it into the pocket of her coat.
Nodding in response, you zipped up your heavy jacket and tightened the laces on your shoes. The air was cold and frigid, like thousands of tiny needles puncturing your lungs as you stepped out of the vehicle.
โWe're gonna have to drive to the nearest town for suppliesโ Tara explained, opening the backdoor and sliding her backpack out and onto her shoulders. โBut we should be okay for tonightโ
The weight of your bag was settled on one shoulder, the other hand carrying a small ice chest. The only sounds through the trek to the cabin was the โcrunch, crunch, crunchโ of the snow beneath your feet, the rustling of branches in the harsh winds, along with the chatter of wildlife a whisper through the dense bushels of evergreen shrubs, winterberry, and hostas that littered the path, the gnarled underbrush covered in a pristine layer of sparkling white crystals snagging against the fabric of your sweatpants.
โJust up over this bendโ she said, treading carefully over a patch of ice. The trail was becoming narrow, harder to see the longer you walked on. Approaching the bend, you saw a rustic cabin sitting on top of the hill, a small rickety porch sitting in the front, a large bay window next to the door. Dying vines had begun to reclaim parts of the exterior, crawling up the bricks of the fireplace only to die.
Snow began falling harder, blizzarding around you in millions of little clusters. The cold started nipping at your fingertips, turning them a bright red. โLet's get insideโ you said, a shiver running down your spine.
The house looked uninhabited, an untouched layer of snow covering the porch. The screen screen door looked worn down, the mesh fabric peeling away from it and withering up. The wooden front door opened with a loud squeak of the hinges.
Inside of the cabin was almost completely barren, next to the door was a small dust ridden table. Walking down a short corridor to the living room, the only light coming from the windows lining the walls. At the end of the hall was a pair of double doors, leading out onto the snow doused back deck and into the yard, a winter wonderland.
The interior of the room only held a love-seat with a white sheet draped over the top of it and another end-table. Feeling along the wall for the lightswitch, nothing happened when you flicked it on.
Setting the ice chest down, you called out, โPowers out,โ while walking further into the room.
โI probably have to reset the box,โ Tara said, now walking into the living room. She walked to the fireplace next to which a silver box that hung on the wall, opening the box, she began flipping the circuit breakers. After a couple of silent moments, a low humming coursed through the small space as the light flickered on.
โThe heat should kick in soon,โ she explained, walking to a connected doorway. โKitchen is in hereโ flicking on another light, revealing a small room. An electric countertop stove and a small mini fridge that sat underneath the counter on the wall opposite the threshold to the left was a countertop and a sink to the right, a small dining table.
โThere's only one bed, but we can share it,โ she said, walking back out into the hallway and to a closed room. Pushing the door open showed it was a bedroom.
A full-bed sat against the back wall, another white cloth decorated the mattress, a nightstand on each side, along with two massive windows and a dresser against the same wall. Two doors sat on the opposite sides of the room. โCloset and bathroomโ was all she muttered before ripping the sheet off of the bed, throwing her bag down along with herself onto the mattress. The bed was adorned with pillows and a thick comforter.
Setting your bag down on the floor, you strolled back out of the room and to the backdoor. Stepping outside into the winter-woodlands, the sun was beginning to set, casting an orange and pink glow over the snow.
The wind was picking up, trees being jostled by the strong gusts hitting them. The chatter of animals was now gone, replaced by an eerie silence. Then, somewhere off in the distance, you heard the unmistakable โCRACKโ of a branch breaking underneath the weight of something, someone.
Your heart stopped, dropping somewhere in your stomach. โThere's no one around for at least two milesโ the voice in your head refuted. Then, somewhere out of the corner of your eye, you saw a reflective orange glint, like eyes staring at you. Your body caught up with your mind, and you sprinted back into the house, slamming the door shut behind you.
Tara walked out of the bedroom, and a wary look covered her face. โWhat's wrong?โ she questioned, walking closer to you.
โE-Eyes,โ you panted, your breathing erratic and your heart beating violently in your chest. Taking a deep breath, you looked at Tara and said, โI saw a pair of eyes.โ Tears began to bubble at your lash-line.
โIt's probably an animal. We are in the middle of the forestโ she said in a passive-aggressive tone, her eyes involuntarily rolling.
โShe's rightโ the rational part of your brain thought. Taking long, deep breaths in and out, you could only nod and walk back into the bedroom, sitting down on the plush mattress.
A strong current of warm air began flowing through the rooms, heating up the chilly cabin. โHeats finally on,โ Tara said, the edge in her tone letting on to her frustration.
Again, you could only nod, anxiety flowing through your veins, increasing your heart rate further. You know what you saw, but again the forest is full of different kinds of wildlife. โWe should unpackโ you stuttered out.
This time, Tara nodded and walked out into the hall. You stood up, picking your bag up from the ground and setting it on the bed.
The majority of the bag was just clothes and other miscellaneous items like an MP3 player and earbuds, a thermostat bottle, and a zip knife. The handle is a polished wood with gold colored stainless-steel trimming, the end of the knife curved upwards and into a hook. The sharp blade sheath in a washcloth, sealed with a rubber band. You bought it when eyes began watching your every movement.
You slipped the knife into the hoodie you sported and began putting away your belongings. Looking up, you saw the sun had receded; another bout of darkness consuming the world around you, threatening to eat you whole as well. The snow was falling harder than before, your visibility almost completely impaired. Looking out into the abis, your heart picked up, your pulse starting to quicken as your eyes adjusted to the dark, and what looked like the silhouette of a person became clearer and clearer. Coming closer and closer.
A gasp wretched itself from your throat, your feet scrambling to get away but tripping over each other instead causing you to crash to the floor.
Hastily getting up, you dash out of the room and across the hall to the living space, a hot inferno blazing in the fireplace, Tara cooking something in the kitchen, blissfully ignorant.
Turning around when you clamored into the room, she saw you hunched over, hands steadying themselves on your knees.
โTara, there is someone out there!โ You cried, tears running down your face.
Again, irritation was present on her features. A look of annoyance. โNo one is out thereโ she blew off, crossing her arms over her chest.
โI'm telling you, there isโ you stammered, โI-I saw itโ More tears bled down your face, your entire body trembling.
โThere isn't! I have put up with this for six monthsโ she said, her voice rising alongside her anger, โI'm asking you for a weekend of peaceโ an ugly sneer spread across her face.
Stomping out of the kitchen and passing by you to the bedroom, Tara shoved her shoes on. โSince you insistโ she started walking down the hall, โI'll show youโ
Following closely behind her, you hadn't realized how angry she'd been with you. Rounding the corner, she threw open the door and trudged out into the snow and halfway down the slope of the trail, the snow falling heavier. Then, at the top of her lungs, Tara bellowed, โThere is no one out here!โ anger bleeding through her shriek.
You only went out as far as the last step of the porch, your shoes still on from your last excursions outside. โTara, come back in!โ You called back, voice trembling in uneasiness.
You couldn't see her, the snow falling too heavily from above, the wind hollering through the night, branched clashing together in a ferocious battle, and again she yelled out, โABSOLUTELY FUCKING NO-โ the sentence being cut off with a sickening โthudโ, slicing through the air like a freshly sharpened knife. Nothing but the sound but rushing wind and a distinct โPOPโ could be heard.
Your heart skipped a beat, catching somewhere in your throat. โTara?โ You croaked out, your tongue like a cement brick in your mouth. Stepping slowly off of the porch, you moved towards the apex of the hill to get a better view.
The thick clouds parted enough for a sliver of moonlight to peek through and let you take in the scene before you: Tara's unconscious- no, lifeless body laid face down on the frigid ground, the blade of an axe protruding out of her skull, her beautiful brown hair now black at the roots with blood as it seeped out around the weapon, her perfect tawny beige skin stained with red, painting the snow beneath her with blood. A person stood above her, a man.
Most of his face was hidden beneath a hood, but his lanky build was visible; the grayish-brown hoodie he wore was stained with blood, his jeans as well.
He stepped on her body, his boot-clad foot pushing it further in the snow then gripping the handle of the axe and ripping it from her head; the snow now staining crimson, the crevasse oozing more blood. The man's head slowly rose and through the light peering down from above, you saw a familiar reflective orange glint, and you knew he was staring directly into your fear-stricken face.
Tears crowded in your eyes, your breathing becoming heavy and erratic as you locked into a silent staring contest with the man who just murdered your best friend. The hand holding his weapon jolted in a fast motion, but did not come flying towards you like you had anticipated: still that knocked you out of your initial shock and you began barreling towards the treeline and into the snow-covered woodlands.
The forest was dark, a dense canopy of trees preventing any light from shining down, the thick underbrush cut at your ankles, low-hanging branches catching on your hoodie as you careened through the thickets of trees. Then you heard the thundering sound of heavy footsteps in pursuit, and you forced your legs to go faster to take you further away from this madman.
Struggling to breathe properly, you still kept running since you knew the moment you slowed down, he would be on you like a wolf and its prey. Suddenly the sound of whirling air flying by your head was audible before an axe was embedded in the trunk of a tree, pieces of bark and wood spraying out around it.
โFaster! Fasterโ your mind argued with exhaustion, as your legs struggled to flee. You'd never had to run for your life, not until now. A heavy cloud of fog began to roll in as you ran deeper into the woods, your vision even more impaired than before.
Zig-zagging through trees you soon realized you no longer heard his heavy footsteps behind you, but still you kept going further. The fog was getting too thick to see though turning everything around you into a misty haze, then the exposed roots of a tree caught your foot causing you to collide with the snowy forest floor and before you could think your body began rolling down a steep embankment you hadn't known was there.
Clawing at the solid earth to stop your fall was futile as the semi-frozen snow made getting an anchor difficult. Tumbling down the hill your speed only kept increasing, the steady decline seemingly going on to no end until suddenly your body stuck the trunk of a tree, cracking the side of your head against it; consciousness began to flee from you, the world around you being reduced to darkness but not before you felt the leering presence of someone standing over you.
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The cold winds nip against your skin, a chill runs down your spine while you're rocked further into oblivion, cuddling into the warmth of the person carrying you.
โWait-โ you thought, eyes shooting open, and shoving at the chest of the man holding you before impinging with the snowy ground.
Scrambling to find your footing, a hand reached out and entangling itself in your hair while yanking back. A sob escaped your mouth, a wordless plea to let you go. Gripping at his wrists, you attempted to pull his hands away from you, but that only proved to anger him more: his digits curled further into your hair, pulling your head back as far as it would go.
โY-You done?โ His voice cut through the air like an axe, the sound sending shivers up your spine and more tears to your eyes.
Looking up at him, you saw an upside-down version of the man behind you; his hood was up still, messy chestnut hair spilled out from the top, his orange-yellowish goggles now hung around his neck, and dark soulless eyes stared back at you, a mouthguard hung from ear to ear, concealing the lower half of his face.
Reaching into the pocket of your hoodie, your fingers went and grabbed for the knife only to find it missing.
โLooking for this?โ he jeered, pulling out your weapon, the cool metal of the blade shining in the moonlight.
โLet me go! โ You cried out, your fear now turning to rage at his words. โYou done?โ as if he hadn't chased you through the woods, as if he isn't trying to kill you. โYou're fucking patheticโ you sneered, more tears welling up in your eyes.
โI-I'm p-p-pathetic?โ he chuckled, his voice dropping an octave, the grip he had on your hair tightened. โSays t-the o-one on her kneesโ then he laughed like it was the funniest thing in the world.
โYou're disgustingโ you grimaced, trying to pull away once again only to receive an emphatic tug, dragging you backwards onto the ground forcing another cry from you.
His hand left your hair, footsteps circling until he stood in front of you; crouching down so you were eye-to-eye, he reached out and gripped your chin and tilted it farther back. โYou th-think I'm disgusting? That โfr-friendโ of yours is the the reason you're in t-this.โ he growled, โBut, I'll f-fucking show you dis-disgustingโ he jeered, a deranged look in his eyes.
Uneasiness swirled in the pit of your stomach at the news, the surprise shown on your face.
His hand renewed its grip in your hair, aggressively pulling you up from the forest floor. โHow about a game, hmโ he said, a giddiness in his voice. โYou tr-try and get ba-back to the cabin, if I don't c-catch you, I'll leave.โ
โAnd if you do?โ you questioned, your fear bleeding through into your voice.
โWell, I gu-guess you'll just ha-have to find out,โ he said, the giddiness in his tone now replaced with something much darker, something much more sinister.
Your heart was thundering in your chest, your breathing heavy and erratic. You didn't need to find out, you already knew what he'd do: he'd kill you.
โI don't wanna play your fucked up gameโ you cried, knees threatening to give out underneath you. โYou're gonna kill me anywaysโ now you were sobbing, tears streaming down your face, the cold winds chilling you further.
โHey..โ he cooed, his voice softening as if to comfort you. โI'm not go-gonna kill youโ he said, his grip on your hair loosening โNot yet at l-leastโ then another sick bout of deep laughter filled your ears.
This time you couldn't stop yourself from collapsing to the ground, and sobbing into your hands. โI'm not playing this game, you fucking psycho!โ you screamed, your rage and fear mixing together into a cesspool of emotions.
A sigh left him, almost as if he was disappointed. โF-Fineโ he said, before the end of a blunt object struck you in the head and a familiar void spread around you.
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Cold calloused hands ran up your thighs, giving them a rough squeeze, then to your hips and doing the same. Your mind began waking up, eyes slowly drifting open only to see him in between your now bare legs, hands traveling farther up to the waistband of your panties before receding and repeating the action.ย
His mouthguard was now gone, his eyes staring into yours. That's when you saw his full face; his skin a pale gray, snake bites adorning his bottom lip, and on the side of his face a large gash, one so deep you could see his porcelain white teeth from where you laid.
Your hands shot out, only to be stopped by a thick rope binding them to a headboard. โY-You're finally aw-awake,โ His grip on your thighs tightened, โThought I'd have to fuck your unconscious bodyโ he chortled, a wide grin spreading across his face.
Chills ran up your spine leaving goosebumps in its wake, another bout of sickness swirling in your stomach. Your legs moved of their own accord, kicking and thrashing about, hitting him on several occurrences until his hands gripped the back of your knees and pushed your thighs up to your chest, and held them there.
โWhat are you doing!โ panic was laced in your tone, legs trying helplessly to get free.
โCโmon, I t-thought you were sm-smarter than that,โ he sneered, settling one of his forearms across the backs of your knees, his now free hand sliding down the back of your thigh before traveling to your ass, giving it a harsh squeeze through the fabric of your panties.
Your leg shot out, connecting with his stomach causing him to fall back: in return a sharp slap was delivered to your face, a fiery inferno spreading across your cheek. Then he gripped your hips, his blunt fingers digging into the soft skin and flipped you onto your stomach, the rope cutting into your wrists and the headboard creaking lazily from the force.
His breath fanned against the shell of your ear, hips digging into your behind, pressing the bulge forming in his jeans into you. โI'm go-gonna fuck you s-so good, maybe you'll forget th-that your friend is the one w-who sold you like some wh-whoreโ he said through gritted teeth.
Tugging on your restraints to get free was proving unsuccessful, his hand slid down to your front, fingertips gliding up your abdomen and to the hem of your bra, playfully snapping the band. Your heart sped up, and you tried crawling farther up the bed only to be pulled back down by your hips.
โW-Waitโ you gasped, squirming in his hold. โI-I don't know your nameโ it came out as a whisper, barely audible. Truly you knew it was a dumb question, but you just need him to slow down so you could think of a way out of this situation, to no avail.
A sudden burst of laughter filled the empty space around you, his manic cackles filling your ears. His breath fanned across your neck, โTobyโ he said, his fingers back at your bra: they grabbed at the waistband and pulled roughly, breaking the clasp that held it together, the coolness of something sharp started tracing over your bare back.
โA knifeโ you thought. โMy knifeโ Now you were a crying, blubbering mess; weeps and wails escaping you as the weapon dragged across your back, to the strap of your bra and slicing through it, then repeating the action to the other strap. Your bra fell onto the bed beneath you, freeing your breasts.
The hand holding the knife discarded it, slithering its way across your stomach and up to your chest, grabbing and groping at the fat of your breast, pinching and twisting your nipple. A groan slipped from him, his hips rocking into your rear at an erratic pace.
His hand moved away from your chest, as did the hand on your hip. โS-So pretty, almost a sh-shame I'm gonna have to kill y-youโ his words came out like venom, caused more tears to bubble up, and stream down your face.
โPlease- Iโ was all you could manage, cries and wails racking through your body, you shook with fear, heart stammering against your ribcage.
โPlease what, hm?โ Toby purred, hands now dancing across the band of your underwear, fingertips just barely slipping in before retreating.
โI don't wanna dieโ you sobbed, head hanging low between your shoulders. You couldn't control your emotions any longer, your head was spinning and you thought you might pass out.
He cooed at you, a hand coming up and stroking your hair. โIt's okay,โ he whispered, โIf you do good, we'll see what we can doโ he began kissing and nipping at your jaw before murmuring, โHow's that sound?โ
As much as you hated him, your will to live took over and you weakly nodded. He continued kissing and sucking on your shoulder, his other hand slipping under the elastic band of your panties. He slid a finger through your folds, another deep groan was heard behind you. โFuck, you're wetโ he whispered against your throat.
His digits circled around your clit, rolling the bundle of nerves underneath the pads of his fingers, then sliding his lanky fingers through your wet heat and before long sinking into your slick cunt. Whimpers and uncomfortable whines left you as his cold fingers curled inside of you, before slowly pulling out and sliding back in, the palm of his hand teasing at your clit.
More tears crowded your vision as he drove his fingers in and out of you, โW-waitโ you cried, pulling at the rope binding your wrists. The disgust in your stomach worsened as your walls squeezed around his fingers, the unwanted pleasure lighting your nerves on fire.
His hands retreated, the sound of rustling clothes filled the room. โYou're doing so good, almost good enough to liveโ he said coolly, almost as if he wasn't threatening your life.
His weight settled back behind you, his fingers gripping the elastic band of your underwear, yanking them down to where your knees were planted against the bed. One of his hands gripped your hips, the other pumping his thick , veiny cock, then lining it up with your entrance. Pressing into you, the head of his cock slipped in your cunt, a dull-throbbing spread through your low body.
โStop!โ you sobbed, tugging at your wrists even as the rope began cutting into your flesh. You squirmed in his grasp, your hips trying desperately to pull away from him.
His hips slammed forward, pushing his cock further into you. โNoโ he said through gritted teeth, forcing himself the last couple of inches into you. โY-You made your b-bed, now l-lay in it .โ
Toby pulled out of you until just his tip remained inside, before ramming back into you. โFuck, you're tightโ he groaned.
It was like you were being split open, his cock sinking further into you with every thrust. Pain shot through your legs and up your spine, and sob tore from your sore throat. โStop!-โ you yelled, thighs shaking from his harsh abuse.
His hands disappeared from you, hips stilling as he grabbed at your hair and yanked back. โW-What the fuck d-did I just sayโ he snarled, his other hand coming up to your neck, the knife in it once again. โNow shut up, or I'll slit your fucking throatโ
The hand knotted in your hair left, again gripping your hip and slamming back into you harder than before, the sharp blade still pressing harshly against your throat.
The pain began dwindling, pleasure blooming in its wake and twisting in the deep empty pit of your stomach attempting to consume you whole. A pathetic whimper escaped your throat, leaking into the air along with the lewd sounds of skin against skin.
The blade was withdrawn from the column of your neck, while he slowly pulled out of you, the hand brandishing the knife now clutched your hip along with the other and flipping you onto your back. โIf-f I didn't know a-any better, I'd say y-you're enjoying t-thisโ he jeered, his lips curling upwards into a malicious grin while sliding your underwear the rest of the way off your body.
More tears slid down your flushed face, โNo!,โ you sobbed: shaking your head and tugging at your restraints with more fury than before, your hysteria creeping back in.
One of the hands on your hips snaked down to your cunt, rubbing lazy patterns on your clit. Electricity shot through your core and limbs, euphoria spreading throughout your body like a numbing static.
Then his cock tapped against your entrance, the head slipped back inside of you: a moan slipping free from your lips. His hips drove forwards, his cock stretching you out all over again before he pulled back and brutally slammed back in. More whimpers and moans spilled from your mouth like a degrading symphony.
He used your body like a toy, pulling you onto his length, then sliding you off until your legs were shaking and you were sobbing for him to stop.
A cold hand wrapped around your throat, cutting off your airways. โS-Shut up, and take itโ he groaned, hammering himself harder into you. Your walls squeezed around his heavy cock, the head hitting against your spongy g-spot with every thrust.
Your stomach twisted with guilt and pleasure, guilty for feeling pleasure from this psycho, and for letting Tara die.
A knot in your stomach tightened every time Toby thrusted inside of you, incoherent whimpered and pleas spewed from your mouth as your orgasm raked through your body, eyes screwed shut and legs trembling around his waist. Toby's cock throbbed in your abused overstimulated pussy, hips driving himself into you roughly, then a warm sensation flooded through your walls along with the sounds of groans from the man above you.
His vicious thrusts slowed to lazily grinding into you, his heavy panting mixing with yours was the only thing heard in the small room, while his length stayed snug inside of you.
โI thinkโ his voice was low as he spoke, his tone dark and malevolent. โI'm gonna have to keep youโ and a low cackle was the last thing you hear before the end of something struck you in the head, and the world around you faded.
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Kinktober 2024: October 23rd
Day 23: Licking // Degradation // Breeding
Javi Gutierrez x F!Reader
Rating: Explicit
Word Count: 1.1k
Warnings: Mentions of pregnancy, mention of toxic family, breeding, cum play, breast play, lingerie
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โJesus, sweetheart.โ That smile, sweet and earnest, has an edge of sexy and dark as he stares at you. โIโm going to put a baby in you tonight.โ He groans, taking in the sight of your lingerie wrapped body.
โThatโs the idea.โ You smirk at your husband of six months. Shifting to your knees and sliding a hand across your stomach where you hope to carry his baby soon. โIโm ovulating.โ
Once the two of you had married, and Javi had really put in the work of therapy to work through the familial issues he had been saddled with, he had discovered how badly he wanted to be a father.ย
Of course, you want to give him babies, you want nothing more. Knowing that the sweet and wonderful man will make an ideal father. Eager to see him holding a sleeping baby to his chest. You want it now.ย
โYou are?โ He licks his lips, eyes following your hands and he is already reaching for the buttons on his shirt. Ready to strip down and start trying.ย
โFirst day.โ You nod, keeping a very close eye on your cycle calendar. You had even set an alarm for it, wanting to get started as soon as possible.ย
โFuck.โ Javi hisses, making the word sound so dirty from his mouth as he reveals his smooth chest. โSo you are really craving to be filled up, amor?โ He coos, shrugging out of the shirt and throwing it on the floor to reach for his pants.ย
โIโm wearing crotchless panties.โ You tease, spreading your legs so he can see that there is nothing between him and your pussy, his eyes rolling in pleasure and he makes another sexy sound of need.ย
โYou are perfect,โ He praises breathlessly, pushing down his pants as fast as he can. All that is left is those little Speedos that he wears. He had developed a habit of wearing swimming trunks under his pants instead of underwear since they wrangled his cock better than traditional underwear. You donโt mind, you find it sexy every time he strips off.ย
โYou want to fill me up?โ You have both delighted in the discovery of a whole new world of dirty talk. โWatch me drip your cum and then push it back inside me while we wait for your breeding of me to be successful?โย
Javi visibly shudders from the word, his cock twitching beneath the Speedos. Itโs hard to tell, but your eyes are fixed on the large - and growing - bulge that will soon impregnate you. Flicking back up to his face to see him proudly preen, his chest puffing up as if he has already done it. โFuck yes.โ He agrees, hooking his fingers into the tight waist band and peeling them down to let his cock spring free from its prison and bob heavily.ย
Itโs your turn to curse, shifting onto your back and reaching up to cup your lace cover tits, you squeeze them. โCome fuck me full, Javi.โ You beg. โI want to have you fill me up so much that I have to put on other panties to keep you from leaking out.โ
โI should plug you up.โ Javi grunts, making you whimper in delight at the idea. He can be marvelously dirty, feeling better about revealing that side to his sweet personality now that he knows that there is nothing that you will judge him for.ย
โYesssssss.โ Your eyes close as you pinch your nipples and roll them between your fingers until the ache makes you hisses. โDo it. I want to be pregnant so bad. Filled with your baby. Bred by you. Stomach round, tits sore.โ You moan, opening your eyes and looking at him again. His hand is wrapped around his cock, squeezing the thick girth of the shaft as he watches you. โDonโt you want that?โย
โSore back, weird cravings.โ He nods, shuffling towards the bed. โMoody, even.โ That says a lot about his desire to be a father. How deep this breeding kink of his is now rooted. Javi doesnโt like anyone to be moody, especially towards him. โI want it all, baby. I want to see you swell up, get those little marks in your skin.โ He smiles, squeezing himself again. โTiger stripes?โ He had heard the phrase that some women use to describe their stretch marks and instantly decided that it was the cutest thing in the world. โIโll rub lotion into your skin for you, but I want to see them.โย
Sweet and filthy. You love how invested he is in this. Making plans for how he will take care of you. โYou have to breed me first.โ Reminding him playfully while you spread your legs wider, tilting your hips up. โGet that wedge and you can just keep me like this as you fuck me full.โย
That sex wedge is instantly pushed under your hips, keeping them tilted up. You know itโs an old wiveโs tale, but it is something that both of you love. He kneels between your thighs, stroking your knee as he looks down at you.ย
โWe should film it.โ His eyes widen at the thought and he glances towards the dresser where your phone is, knowing that the cameras in the house are off in the bedroom you are in. You had insisted on it. Even if he no longer has a huge mansion where a security team is watching monitors in a room, you didnโt like the idea of the camera always being on while you are in here.ย
โDo it baby.โ You moan, loving the idea of having proof of the time that you had conceived your first child.ย
โYeah?โ He bites his lip, looking a little unsure of it as he reaches for the device.ย
โWe should have a video of the first time you bred me.โ You agree, making him hiss and quickly rush through turning on the camera through the app. โFuck.โ He tosses the phone away and shuffles closer, moaning again when he finds you already slick and ready for him. โYou have been wanting this, havenโt you?โ He coos, sliding his cock through your folds and pressing against your entrance with the tip.ย
โYes.โ You admit that easily and shamelessly. โBreed me, Javi.โ You beg. โFill me up with your baby. I need to have you inside me, stuffing me full.โย
He had become the luckiest man in the world when you came into his life. Indulging him, loving him, helping him through some of the worst realizations of his life. Now you were going to let him breed you. Javi canโt believe how lucky he is. Itโs almost like itโs a movie.ย
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๐๐ฝ๐ถ๐
๐๐๐ ๐น๐๐๐: ๐๐ ๐๐๐ถ๐ ๐ฟ๐พ๐๐๐๐ ๐ฒ๐พ๐ป๐
CWs โย BALDWIN OILS HIMSELF UP, angst, love letters, themes of war and death, historical inaccuracies, slow burn, she/her pronouns, AFAB reader, eventual smut (once reader and baldwin are both over 18), leprosy, time-period accurate sexism
Wordcount: 3.3k
Note: This might be my favorite chapter. Please let me know your thoughts, and pay special attention to the cross necklace. You'll see what I mean. <3
It was not so dramatic, the way his illness progressed, but progress it did. The Holy Disease was inevitable, and heโd always known that. Six months and he was losing sight in his left eye, his peripheral vision effectively ceasing to exist. Twelve months and the eye was becoming clouded and sapped of its color, like something bleached by the sun, only a baby blue now when it used to be so much deeper. Eighteen months and everything through the eye was covered in an indispersable layer of silver mist. And then there was his little finger, the poor little finger on his left hand which he could no longer feel, and when he commanded it to move, it was as if a phantom were possessing it. If it werenโt for the fact that he could see it moving, wiggling back and forth, he likely wouldnโt have any idea whether or not it was really happening. Often he frowned at it in concentration, exercising his will over it and forcing it to move, desperately trying to feel something. Every time he was forced to give up, frustrated. However, the majority of his skin and all of his features were still perfectly intact, and for that he was grateful.ย
That September he fell ill with fever. Forty-two days and nights he laid in bed, watching drowsily as the sun made its daily voyage across the heavens, warming his too-warm skin and blinding his aching eyes. In periods of occasional lucidity his thoughts lingered only on you. He would see a flash; then the fullness of your lips, the sweet curve of your neck, the shape of your back, and were you wearing your sapphire today? He could picture it clearly, lying against the firm softness of your full bosom, gleaming like a winking eye. Ah, sick mind. Shameful thoughts. He redirected them. What of the kingdom, his kingdom? What of his sister Sybilla, and her son, his baby nephew Baldwin V? They did not come to visit because Sybilla claimed she couldnโt bear the sight of her beloved brother in so much pain. And then his mother was dead, a few months buried. Nobody left to come visit.
He continued to read during this time. He was brought books on war and strategy, classic and ancient tales of love and romance, history, and Greek literature, of which he had always been very fond. Perhaps it was these such books that gave him his next brilliant idea.ย
He sent for ink and parchment, lots of parchment, and when he felt well enough he sat up in bed and took up his supplies and got to work. Pages upon pages he produced, many times rambling and repetitive in nature because of his fever-addled mind, but always strikingly sincere. From his very heart he wrote, hours each day, and he didnโt share his work with anyone. When Raymond visited he would conceal everything under the covers, or else slide them under the bed.ย
It was a woman, always the same woman, that he wrote about or wrote to or described in as much detail as he could. Each time he painted a picture of her with his words, a new facet of her beauty was revealed, a new angle, a new reason to love her. And he knew that he did love her. Completely enchanted. Utterly enraptured. Such tender feelings, such longing! He found himself writing cliches while trying to adequately express the extent of his feelings. And each one of these pieces of writing was addressed to you.ย
โBy chance, I met you in the library. I was playing chess. Raymond likes to cheat when I look away from the chessboard because he says the battlefield is just like a game of chess, and in a real battle you must never look away because your opponent does not always play fair. But I would forfeit all my knights and rooks for you, so I looked away from him and towards you instead.ย
โAnd when you looked at me, my heart leapt in my chest and a feeling like warm water cascading down my shoulders overtook me and I could not speak. I held my hand out to you and did your bidding, and then I could stand it no longer so I went away. The warmth was becoming unbearable. I was overcome. As if I were a cauldron of boiling water, I burned and then softened and turned pink as something bubbled up inside me. I know all this happened for you. And when ever I thought of you and your exquisite beauty for the rest of the day the same feeling came, tingling in all my nerves. I thought then that it was not unlike having a fever.ย
โBut now I know better, and now that I know with refreshed memory what fever is like, I can say that itโs nothing like you. This fever is harsh and unrelenting. This fever is painful, not pleasurable. There is a heat threatening to overtake me so that I never cool down. But what is this feeling that comes when ever I see you? Dearest Lady, I suspect that this must be love.โ
But those were the good days. Those days he could think clearly and articulate properly. So many more of his days were spent too sick to stay awake, drifting in and out of this mortal plane, tangled up in a haze of confusion and stale bedsheets, having long since sweated through them.ย
His birthday passed. Sixteen, finally, but he didnโt know it until days later, when came his next period of lucidity. His sister sent a giftโ fresh, new robes made of silk to soothe his raw skin, embroidered in rich, gold thread. Raymond brought him a quill made from a peacock feather, blue and green and shimmering. It made him laugh when he saw it. Raymond was referencing a joke between the two of them, where the peacocks in the garden often interrupted their conversations with their awful, hideous squawking (for such magnificent looking creatures, their calls were surprisingly grating). And from you, lying on the bedside table, was a parcel of brown parchment tied with a thick white ribbon. He knew that ribbon, for he had seen you wear it in your hair once.ย
He pulled it loose and placed it aside, intending on keeping it on his person at all times so he might always carry a piece of you wherever may go. He peeled back the paper, sliding it off to reveal a mahogany box. It was unremarkable, but his heart was beating wildly in his throat as he flipped up the delixate metal latch and opened the sleek lid. Resting against the silk-lined interior were two things; a large glass jar full of an amber-colored liquid, sealed with a cork; and a delicate chain with a plain gold cross hanging from it. And then, under the jar, he saw something elseโ the corner of a folded piece of parchment. A note! He snatched it up and unfolded it hungrily. It was written in your pretty feminine hand, which sent a fiery gust of heat blasting through his veins.ย
โYour Majesty, happy sixteenth birthday. I know this is but a meager gift for a king, but I fear I cannot match your wealth or creativity. The necklace is one of the only things I brought from home. I wore it round my own neck every day then, and I do believe it has served me quite well, given my current position as queen. I am giving it to you in hopes that, God willing, your condition might improve. The oil is what I use after my baths to soothe dry skin, especially in these coming winter months. Perhaps it will help you in a more practical sense. Many birthday wishes, and prayers for a speedy recovery. Sincerely, your wife, Y/N.โย
He pressed the letter to his chest, almost as if he were trying to become one with it. Then he took the delicate gold chain between his fingers and unclasped it, draping it across his neck and securing it again. It fell against his collarbones and glistened handsomely, feeling very cold against his feverish skin, and yet his heart warmed when he thought of you wearing this very chain, day in and day out. What had touched your skin was now touching his. The very notion was enough to make him shiver.ย
He did not take the necklace off again, not even for his bath that evening, or after it when he retired to his chambers for the remainder of the night.ย
Baldwin shrugged off his bathrobe and layed, completely nude, on his silk sheets, where the jar of oil from you was waiting. He savored the feeling of its cool glass against his hands, still rife with fever, and then pressed his cheek to its surface, deeply inhaling the rich scent of the night air which drifted through the open window. To know that your hands had touched that very jar made him pulse with excitement. That you had thought of him with some amount of tenderness, that you had thought of him at all, touched him.ย
Carefully he pulled the cork from the mouth of the jar with a gentle โpop,โ and set it aside. He brought the jar up to his nose. It smelled sweet and flowery, very fresh. Clean. Comforting. Smelled like you. He sucked in another deep breath through his nose, letting the gentle fragrance wash over him and sink into his pores. Then he dipped two fingers into the jar and spread the thick liquid along his forearm, coating the skin there thoroughly. It was silky and cool and left a gloss in its wake. His dry, parched skin drank it up greedily, plumping up almost immediately. It was delicious.ย
He poured a dollop of the stuff into his hands and rubbed them together, relishing the feeling of his slick palms sliding against each other. Languidly he massaged it into his chest, his arms, and his robust shoulders. He threw back his head and slowly worked the pads of his fingers into his delicate neck, feeling the tendons there roll beneach his touch. A small sound escaped his throat. Then he moved his hands lower, not neglecting a single inch of flesh. He splayed his fingers out over the white planes of his thighs, well-toned as they were, and then slid lower, past his knees and to his ankles. It was pure bliss.ย
Once he was satisfied, he popped the cork back in the jar and leaned over, placing it on the side table, then blew out the candle, laying down finally with a sigh. His body sunk into the cloud of his mattress, his aching limbs met with instant relief. Beneath his pillow was your letter and ribbon. He slid his hand under it to feel for them, just to make sure they were still there, and once he was convinced, he slipped right under into a dreamless sleep.ย
The very next morning, he woke to find that his fever had miraculously relented, leaving his forehead cool and dry. Amelia immediately informed you of his recovery, and though you were relieved, feeling as though a great weight had been lifted from your shoulders, you couldnโt help but wonder how he had recovered literally overnight. It seemed nobody knew the answer, not even the physicians that came to examine him throughout the rest of the day. But perhaps it was better not to question it.ย
Baldwin had but a few days to enjoy his renewed health before he thrust himself urgently back into work. During his prolonged illness, the ever-fickle political state of Jerusalem had become alarmingly unstable. The Saracens were threatening to wage war, led by the wise and formidable Saladin and his army, rumored to be made up of some 20,000 men. So Baldwin was faced with a harrowing decision, with thousands of lives hanging in the balance. Should he send his men to battle despite their meager numbers, where they would inevitably be met with death and destruction? Most of his knights had already been laid to waste, leaving behind largely unskilled fighters, and only 4,000 of them at that. And could he fulfill his kingly duty to fight alongside them, or would his frail body betray him? Such questions made him wonder if he was even worthy of his title.ย
Self-loathing ate at him over the coming week until finally, he was forced to take action. Reynald de Chรขtillon had been pressuring him incessantly to fight, no matter the risk, arguing that it is Godโs will and therefore Jerusalem could never fall. Baldwin wasnโt so sure. But deep in his heart, he knew he had no more time left to waste.ย
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The morning was fair and the early sunlight mild, falling through the trees in pale yellow streaks. The trees had been turning all shades of red and orange for the past month, and now they were withering brown, falling, falling. The smell of smoke and chill was perpetual, and very pleasant. The month of November. Autumn in its prime. You woke up that morning not to the melodic calling of birds, which you had become accustomed to, nor the gentle rustling of leaves stirred by the wind, but the muffled cries of Amelia as she came to rouse you from your slumber. Though she had stuffed a handkerchief against her mouth to dampen the sounds, it was no use, and she could not stop it. You had woken up before she even made it to your bedside.
โOh Amelia, whatever is the matter?โ you asked, sitting up in bed with alarm and looking at her, concern heavy in your gaze. Youโd seen her upset before, and it wasnโt an uncommon thing to see, but never had she been so outwardly aggrieved in your presence. The poor girlโs shoulders shook with every breath she took. As gently as you could, you got out of bed and guided her to sit on the edge of your mattress, where she promptly collapsed.ย
โOh, Your Majesty,โ she wailed, looking up at you through tear-filled eyes, โthe most awful, terrible thing has happened!โ
Her bottom lip trembled, and her cheeks seemed to be flushing darker by the second. In fact, she seemed on the verge of hyperventilating, sensitive soul that she was.ย
โWhat? Whatโs happened, dear girl?โ you urged, wiping a runaway tear from her chin. An anticipatory panic had begun to build up inside you. All you could think was that somebody must be dead. Suddenly you were very worried for Matilda, whose frail, brittle bones would likely not survive an accident, which was a very real possibility. In her line of work, what with all the manual labor, you often feared for her health, though she always insisted on being fine. But those thoughts were soon completely dashed from your mind.ย
โThe Saracensโฆtheyโve come! Theyโre here to take Jerusalem!โย
You were stunned into speechlessness. You did not quite know the full gravity of such a thing, of how dire this could be for your whole way of life, and that of your mother before you and of her mother before her. How much would change, were the crusaders to fall! But Ameliaโs next words gave you a relative idea.ย
โThey say theyโve brought 20,000 men to Montisgard, to match our army of 4,000. Oh, Your Majesty, we are lost, lost!โ she wailed, burying her tear-stained face in your shoulder. For a moment after that she continued talking, uttering those same words over and over again, โlost, lost,โ as if trying to understand the meaning of them. But to you the message had been clear enough, and your heart dropped all the way down to your bowels and all you could think was; Baldwin.ย
Baldwin, the sweet fair-haired boy whoโd kissed your hand like it was a holy relic on your wedding day; the one whoโd known you well enough from a scant few glimpses here and there to know which gifts to buy for your birthdayโ and, for the record, they had been the most thoughtful gifts youโd ever received; the one who, unbeknownst to you, prayed for you every night and every morning; the one who had loved you since the beginning. That one, going to fight in a war he was doomed to lose.ย
And then you were crying too. Great, fat, burning tears glided down your cheeks and into your mouth and onto yours and Ameliaโs dresses as you clutched her to you. Your breath could come only in heaving gasps, ripping through your chest painfully. So great was your pain! You could not see that boy die. Then came an image of his broken body lying alone on the muddy battlefield, indistinguishable from all the others in death. Snot dripped down your nose. You cared not.ย
Matilda opened the door and came in quietly. Your eyes pleaded with her not to deliver to you any more bad news. Her face, drawn into a solid, impassible mask, revealed nothing, except that it looked wan and much older. In her hands was a towering stack of parchment, so tall that it obscured her entire chest from your view.ย
โYour Majesty,โ she called demurely, much softer than usual, โbefore his departure this morning the King instructed me to bring these for you.โย
Rather violently, you wiped the tears from your eyes and wordlessly took the stack into your own hands, taking great care not to drop any. Everything was blurry but you flipped through the pages nonetheless, sinking further and further into a state of hysteria as you did so, realizing with a pang of horror that each and every sheet was a letter from Baldwin, addressed to you. There must have been a thousand of them, enough for one every day since your marriage.
Three years worth of love letters.ย
You clamped a hand over your mouth, trying in vain to abate the new volley of tears welling up inside you. Never had you known such love and devotion from another human being, and you couldnโt even say thank you.
Or goodbye.
As you flipped through the pages, you became grave and still.ย
โMy Dear Little Wife, you were beautiful today. I could smell your rose-scented oil from down the corridor. How I love that good smellโฆโ
โMy Dear Little Wife, would that I could take you out to the city on my horse, that your beloved arms could wrap tightly around me as we gallop across the orange earthโฆโ
โMy Dear Little Wife, as the imminence of war falls upon me, I know that my time may soon come to an end. If I could wish for one thing in all the world, it would not be to cure myself of this accursed affliction, but to have more days to spend living in bliss under the same roof as you. To know you is to love you, my dear. I am sorry if we lose this battle and you are stripped of your queenly title. I am sorry for all that might happen then. Understand that I fight for you, ma cherie. With all the love and tenderness one man can hold in his heart, I bid you goodnight, as your faithful husband, Baldwin IV.โ
Yes, that was it, the last letter in the stack, dated only yesterday, and presumably at night. You promised to yourself, and whatever else was listening, that in the event that he did not return, you would read and cherish each and every letter. But you could not dwell on that thought. He would come back. He must. Because you needed him.ย
โHeavenly father, if you would bring him back to me, I swear I will spend every last day by his darling side.โย
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the cupid project โ 1/2
part two
โฆ pairing: bada lee x fem!reader
โฆ summary: you and your long-term work crush devise a plan to win a company contest. in the end, you wind up going to extreme lengths to commit to the bit
โฆ genre/au: fluff, fake dating, videographer reader, bada's extra sweet here, slight friends to lovers
โฆ word count: 7k
โฆ warnings: isn't proofread. another unrealistic meet cute that doesn't really make sense. smut in part 2
โฆ a/n: another two-parter simply bc my fics are too long. 2nd part is finished and will, again, be posted soon (literally tomorrow). didnt put as much thought into this one as I have with my other stories, which will probably be a pattern from now. still think its fun. enjoy!
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"It's been three minutes. Why are we still waiting on people?" Youngj fusses, running his fingers through his hair, tousling it
"Relax, Jae. You called us here last-minute. People are busy," Minho says from where he is sitting, scrolling through his phone.
Youngj's eyes snap to him. "Too busy for an emergency meeting with their boss?" He retorts, raising an eyebrow.ย
Minho looks at him, then shrugs. "Well, that's what happens when you hire a bunch of ultra-talented, sought-after dancers. We don't need you," He finishes, swiftly turning back around, sunglasses concealing his eyes.ย
Youngj gapes for a second, then seemingly surrenders, slouching back in his chair with a scowl.ย
Meanwhile, you're balancing a camera lens in your hand on the sofa across from them, twisting and turning the machinery in your hand as you stifle your laughter. Still being somewhat new to the team, you weren't sure if you necessarily had the right to take part in Minho's teasing. You became an employee at JustJerk Dance Academy only six months ago, after JustJerk announced that they were looking for new hires. However, you weren't a part of their star-studded lineup of top choreographers and instructors. Instead, you were hired to be a videographer and photographer, working behind the scenes to ensure that every breathtaking move, every impassioned sequence, and every dancer was captured flawlessly.ย
Which, it was not like it was very hard. The people here were phenomenal enough as it was, making your time spent at work nothing less than a blessing for someone who's long watched dancers from the sidelines. Even better, the members of JustJerk Dance Academy aren't just a group of talented dancers, but also a lovely group of people. They're kind and caring, often inviting you out to eat after a long day of filming or helping you with the things you struggled with. Sometimes, you still got awestruck around them because it was such a far cry from what you were used to. But, it was beginning to feel like home. And, as the days went by, everyone started to feel more and more like family.
Well, almost everyone.
Suddenly, you hear the doors swing open and glance up to see who's arrived.
"Sorry I'm late," A voice rings throughout the room, revealing none other than the legend herself, Bada Lee.ย
Even after having passed by her a million times, the woman never failed to take your breath away. She was gorgeous and had an allure unlike anyone else, with a presence that seemed to shift the energy in every room she entered. In other words, she was also intimidatingly cool, which led to you frequently avoiding her because you were, simply, terrified. Though she's always been nothing but sweet and brilliant during your brief interactions, this kindness almost made things worse. It'd be much easier to disregard her if she was an asshole. Unluckily for you, she was one of the most charming people you've encountered in your life, making it nearly impossible to ignore the magnetic pull that's been causing an increasing amount of debauched thoughts and dreams.ย
Bada walks toward the rest of the group with an apologetic smile on her face. Her long, black and blonde hair was tied back in a bun, and her baggy clothes were noticeably wrinkled, suggesting that she came straight from practice. Despite her slightly disheveled appearance, she looked as enticing as ever.ย
You avert your gaze and continue playing with the camera equipment in your hands, attempting to appear nonchalant.ย
"What happened? You're never late," Youngj asks, sitting upright.ย
"I was helping one of my students out with a routine and got a little distracted. Sorry," Bada explains with a pout, sitting down on a separate couch next to yours. You keep your eyes on the camera in your hands.
"Don't worry about it, I just need everyone's attention for a few moments," Youngj says, scanning the room. "Is this everyone?"
"No, Redllic should be coming in soon. She was right behind me," Bada says, looking over at the door.
Your eyebrow inadvertently quirks up at the sound of Redllic's name escaping her lips.ย
"Good enough, then. Let's get started," Youngj leans forward in his seat, clapping his hands together. "I want to first apologize to all of you for calling you here so abruptly. Unfortunately, this was the only time I had to get you all here together.โ
Everyone eagerly waits for him to speak, the air thick with curiosity as Youngj takes a deep breath, his gaze shifting from one person to another.
"So, to clarify, I didn't call you guys here for anything particularly important."
Minho laughs bitterly. "I fucking knew it."
Youngj gives him a pointed look before continuing. "There's a special event that the company is holding and I wanted to inform all of you about it in-person, because even though it isnโt anything to worry about, it is admittedly a bit...unusual for us."
"What is it?" Redllic asks, appearing out of thin air. Everyone, except for Bada, jumps slightly, surprised by her sudden arrival.
"Redllic!" Youngj says, placing a hand on his heart. "You scared the hell out of me."
"Oh, sorry," Redllic shrugs, plopping down next to Bada, throwing her feet onto the coffee table. "What's going on?"
"Right, um," Youngj clears his throat. "As I was saying, there's an event that we're hosting for Valentine's Day. We're calling it the 'Cupid Project.' Basically, you're all going to get into pairs, and you'll be doing a variety of activities together," Youngj explains, his eyes scanning the group, watching the reactions on everyone's faces.ย
Ew, is the immediate word that pops into your head. This reminded you of the group projects your teachers forced you to do in school. You can already see how this project will play out, and it's probably not going to be pretty. Based on the skeptical expressions you can make out, you are at least relieved to see that you aren't the only one feeling hesitant.ย
"What kind of activities?" Bada asks softly, tilting her head.
"Just activities to get to know each other. Doing things you wouldn't normally do," Youngj replies, shrugging his shoulders. "Jho and I have some planned activities, but the point is for you and your partner to find things to do voluntarily. If we plan everything out for you guys, then it'll be completely forced."
"Wait, wait, wait," Minho interjects, pushing his sunglasses onto the top of his head. "So, you're telling me I have to go on a date with someone here?"
"No," Youngj shakes his head. "We're not forcing you to fall in love or anything. This is purely platonic, just a fun way to bond with each other. And there'll be a prize," Youngj says, wagging his finger.
"A prize?" Minho echos, raising an eyebrow.
"Yes. You and your partner will compete against the others and the pair who does the most activities and seems to have actually become good friends with each other will win a reward."
"How are you measuring that?" Hoyeon, another videographer, asks.ย
"We'll conduct anonymous votes and collect them at the Valentine's Day party we're hosting," Youngj explains. "But, it's not supposed to be all that serious, everyone. We're just trying to do something fun and, you know, team-build since we've gotten a lot of new hires recently. And, we'll get a good video out of it. We're planning on making a highlight reel of the Cupid Project for our Youtube Channel, which will be nice promotional material, too."
So that's what this was really about: content. Truthfully, you wouldn't have an issue with this if it were not very likely that you'd be the one filming or editing this highlight reel. You internally groan, realizing you'll have to deal with an increased workload because of this clusterfuck.ย
"I think it's a great idea," Redllic says, a mischievous smirk on her face. You watch her glance at Bada, who is staring at nothing with an unreadable look in her eyes.
"Well, what's the prize?" Minho asks.ย
"600,000 KRW"
Others around the room whisper in excitement. You almost drop your camera. Out of shock, yes, but also because that was exactly the amount of money you needed to buy a brand new camera that you've been eyeing for ages. You've been wanting to record more complex videos, wanting to work on actual music video sets, but your current setup is limiting you. If you were able to get your hands on that camera now, you'd be about a year or two ahead of the original timeline you had in mind. You bite the inside of your lip, hoping Youngj doesn't see the desperation in your eyes.
"Holy shit," Hoyeon mutters.ย
The two of you make eye contact, and you already know that the two of you are working together. You were close, having joined the company at the same time and being around the same age. This would be an easy win.ย
"Alright, so it's settled, then," Youngj says, a confident grin forming on his face.
"Are we choosing our own partners?" Redllic asks, moving a blonde strand of hair away from her face.ย
"No. That would lead to a bunch of people asking to be paired with people they're already friends with, which would make the whole thing pointless. We're drawing names out of a hat," Youngj says, gesturing towards the baseball cap resting on the coffee table.
Everyone collectively groans. You try not to cry.ย
"Stop, come on, don't make this difficult," Youngj frowns. "The sooner you choose, the more time you have to prepare. Now, who wants to go first? I already have your names written,"
"Wait, let me go first," Hoyeon volunteers, jumping up and grabbing the hat. She reaches her hand inside and picks a small slip of paper out, then reads it aloud. You bite your lip, praying.
"Howl," Hoyeon declares, holding the piece of paper out for everyone to see.ย
Your name is not Howl, but you nearly howl right then and there. Realistically, the probability that you would get who you wanted was unlikely considering the number of people in the room. Nonetheless, it hurt.ย
The man with the wolf-centric name quietly stands and moves away from the corner he was situated in. He had been quiet the entire meeting, and most did not really notice he was there until Hoyeon mentioned his name.
"Guess it's you and me," Hoyeon laughs, smiling at the tall figure beside her.
Howl gives her a slight smile, shakes her hand, and they sit back down.
"Alright, Bada. Why don't you come over here?" Youngj says, gesturing to the coffee table.
"The one that everyone wants, I'm sure," Redllic comments with a bemused smirk, causing a clamor of chuckles.
Bada scoffs, and heads over to the table. She reaches into the hat, rustling through the papers. You hold your breath, reminding yourself of the unlikelihood that you'd be the name she pulled. However, as the woman's fingers curl around a single sheet of paper, your heart skips a beat. You feel as if you were the one reaching into the hat.
Bada pulls the paper out and unfolds it, her eyes scanning the sheet. Then, her eyes lock with yours, and your heart leaps.ย
"Y/N," Bada calls out, holding the paper up.
You freeze, the room spinning around you. There's no way.ย
Bada cocks her head to the side. "It's you, right?"
"Oh! Um, yeah," You sputter, quickly gathering the camera equipment around you.
You hear whispers and feel a hundred pairs of eyes on you as you walk over to the girl. You ignore the feeling of your skin burning.ย
"Hey, Y/N. It's nice to officially meet you. I've seen you around a lot," Bada says, eyes warm.
"Yeah, nice to officially meet you, too," You say, extending your hand.
Her hand is warm and soft, enveloping yours like a blanket. Your hand feels cold and sweaty.ย
"Interesting," Redllic quips, eyes darting between you two, a glint in her gaze. Bada tears her eyes away from you, giving the blonde woman a questioning look as she retracts her hand.
You take the opportunity to step away, returning to your seat and letting the other dancers pull names. The rest of the pairings are revealed without much commotion, except for Minho's, who loudly complains when he has to partner up with Jaeyong, a good choreographer, but awkward man.ย
After all the names are drawn, everyone is dismissed. You're quick to leave the room, eager to return to the comfort of your familiar space behind the camera.
"Y/n! Slow down! We need to talk!" Hoyeon calls, catching up to you.
You turn around, side-stepping out of the way of people walking past you in the hallway. You wait for her to stop in front of you before you speak."With all due respect, I don't really want to talk right now. I just want to record. Then go home, and eat some ramen."
"With Bada?" Hoyeon sings, a cheeky grin forming on her face.
"Shut up," You mumble, rolling your eyes and continuing down the hall.
"Wait, why are you so bummed?" Hoyeon starts, following behind you, "Bada's cool?"
You sigh. "Exactly. She's cool. I'm...not."
"What? Yes, you are. Why would you think otherwise?" Hoyeon scoffs, her eyes narrowed.
"I just," You pause in the hallway again, trying to formulate the words. "I'm a little scared of her, is all."
"Scared?" Hoyeon questions, her forehead wrinkling. "She's nice though. You don't have anything to worry about."
"Yeah, but she's so pretty, and talented, and again, I'm not. Not in the way extraordinary way that she is, I mean.โ You explain, shoulders slumping.ย
A look of realization dawns upon Hoyeon's face, and she laughs menacingly. "Oh, I see what this is. You think she's hot, and you're a scaredy cat who's afraid of rejection. Case closed. I understand."
"That's not how I would phrase things but, essentially, yes," You concede, turning the corner.
"You're being silly. She's not a god. She's literally just a human being...a very sexy human being but a human being nonetheless. Just talk to her like one," Hoyeon suggests, shrugging her shoulders. "I mean, are you not going to try to get that money? I know you want it. I saw that crazed look in your eye once Youngj made it to that fifth zero."
You laugh, "I mean, yes, I really want that money. I don't know if it's possible though. Even if I wanted to reach out to her, sheโs so busy I doubt she's planning on actually committing to this. Especially because she's already loaded."
"You don't know until you try you wimp," Hoyeon says, nudging you in the arm.
"Ow," You groan, rubbing the spot in a manner that probably proves her point. "Aren't you going to try for the money too? Where's Howl, huh?"
"We're friends already, it'll be chill. I don't know if we'll necessarily win the money, but, like, we'll have a good time," Hoyeon states, grinning.
"Ugh, gross," You say, sticking out your tongue.
She ignores your immaturity. "What do you wanna do with the money anyway?" Hoyeon asks, leaning against the wall next to an entrance to one of the dance studios.
"Remember that equipment I told you about? So I can start working on sets?"
"Oh, right," Hoyeon says, crossing her arms. "You said that you've been wanting to do that for a while, y/n. Are you really not going to talk to Bada? Iโve recorded with her a few times now and I mean it when I say that she's nice as hell. I feel like she'd probably be down, or, at the very least, will understand if you explain things to her. "
"I'll try. Maybe. At some point. It's not going to be today, though," you mutter, reaching for the studio door before you are stopped by Hoyeon jabbing her french-tipped fingernail into your chest.ย
"You better. Or else," Hoyeon threatens, a dark expression coming over her.ย
"Move your finger, please," You say, swatting her hand away.
Hoyeon rolls her eyes. "Whatever. Good luck filming. I'm gonna go find Howl. Love ya,"
"Yeah, yeah. Have fun," You wave goodbye to her as she walks down the hall, pulling out her phone.
Once she's out of sight, you release a deep sigh and push open the door, only to be met with the sight of a familiar face.ย
"Oh," You breathe.
Bada turns, a surprised expression on her face. "Y/n, hi. Were you coming in?"
"Um, yeah," You reply, slowly entering the room and closing the door behind you. "Are you rehearsing something?"
"Yeah," Bada answers, glancing at the mirror.
"Sorry. I can go-"
"No, no, don't worry about it. If you need to film in here, that's fine. I'll just go next door," Bada says, waving her hand.
You pause, taking a breath. Nowโs your chance. "Actually, forget the recording, could I talk to you real quick? About the...cupid thing?"
"Yeah, of course. I was actually hoping we'd get a chance to talk," Bada grins, sitting down on the floor and patting the spot beside her.
You hesitantly walk over and sit down next to her. You take a moment to compose yourself, running your fingers along the smooth fabric of your pants.
"So," Bada prompts.
"Uh," You stammer, wracking your brain for what you were supposed to say. "Um, well, I just wanted to say that, uh, you are really, um, talented. And-oh, this sounds really weird." You finish, running a palm down your face in embarrassment.ย
"No, no, it's not," Bada chuckles, a gentle smile on her face. "Thank you, though. But, um, that's not what you wanted to say, right?"
"Right. Sorry," You apologize, a rush of blood filling your cheeks.
"Don't worry. Take your time. We have a lot of it," Bada reminds you, studying the expression on your face. Her voice and words are calming, but her staring is freaking freaking you out further.ย
You take another deep breath, hoping to quell your nerves. "Okay. I'm sorry. Uh, I'll try again. What I really wanted to say is, I know that itโs a stupid contest, and that you probably don't care about winning, but I actually really want to participate in that project and win that prize money. And, I was hoping you'd, maybe, help me win?" Before she can respond, you launch into another tangent. "I'm sorry, you're probably busy, which is okay, but I just want to upgrade my equipment so I can get more opportunities outside of-"
"Hey," Bada says, gently laying her hand on top of yours. "Of course I'll help you. You don't have to apologize. I think it'll be fun."
You nearly spiral, but Bada's touch is surprisingly soothing, and you calm down despite your anxiety.ย
"Oh, wow. Thank you, so much," You breathe.
"It's not a big deal, seriously. I'm looking forward to it," Bada insists, squeezing your hand.
You stare at her, and her kind, sparkling eyes. What have you gotten yourself into?
You both sit there for a second, a pregnant pause in the air, before you quickly pull your hand away, remembering how sweaty they were.
Bada smiles, unphased. Then, she begins tapping her fingers rhythmically against the ground, a contemplative look on her face as she stares at the space where your hands were previously intertwined.ย
"So," Bada suddenly looks up. "If you're just in it to win it, and you really want a fair shot, I think we need to do something a little extreme."
You blink, scared. "What do you meanโฆextreme?"
She bites her lip and you have to resist the urge to stare. "Youngj said this was supposed to be platonic, so that's how most people are going to approach it. How do we seem better or stronger than other platonic relationships? Whatโs more intense than that?"
You must be misunderstanding where she's going with this. "Um, a romantic one?" You say, furrowing your eyebrows.
To your shock, she nods. "Exactly. Y/n, I'm saying that we should make our Cupid partnership a romantic one," Bada states, her expression serious.
Your head is spinning. She is taking this much more seriously than you were anticipating. You were expecting to just go out for coffee a few times, and maybe post a picture of your twinning lattes on instagram to sell your friendship. You have no idea how to process this more intense proposition.
"Are you suggesting that we pretend to date each other?" You confirm.
A beat of silence. She leans back slightly, her eyes flickering. "I mean, yeah. Sure," She pauses. "Unless you're not comfortable with that."
"I am," You respond, the lie escaping your mouth with ease.ย
Bada's eyes widen and she sits up, a smile growing on her face. "You're sure? If you're not cool with that, we don't have to. I know the idea is a little bit out there. I just, uh, want to help," She babbles, her fingers tapping against the floor again.ย
You laugh. Was Bada Lee nervous? "I'm not uncomfortable with it. I trust you. As long as it helps us win,"
"It will, I promise. I'll make it worth your while," Bada vows, her expression determined.
"I can't wait," You laugh again, feeling the butterflies in your stomach flutter.
"Cool," She breathes, her body relaxing. "Well, I should go. I'll talk to you tomorrow?"
You grin, nodding. "Yeah, that'd be great."
"Awesome," She smiles, standing up. She reaches her down and grabs your hand, pulling you up. "I'm not gonna be able to actually meet-up with you tomorrow because I have something scheduled, but I already have your phone number. I'll text you."
You nod, distracted and unable to speak as her soft fingers brush against your palm.
"Bye-bye," She waves cutely, her long legs swiftly carrying her across the room. You wave back, her departing smile etched into your brain as you watch the door click shut behind her. Then, you're alone.ย
You stare at the floor, processing the interaction. You had just agreed to pretend to date one of the hottest and most intimidating women you had ever met. You had no clue why you did it. Maybe the promise of money and fulfilled dreams had blinded you. Still, the whole thing seemed a little too ridiculous. Too dangerous.ย
But there was no backing out now. You already went through the trouble of telling Bada about your desperation, and you told her that you trusted her. You'd have to commit.ย
"Well," you whisper, hugging yourself in a soothing motion. "Here goes nothing."
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You fidget within the plush confines of your seat, hesitantly glancing around your dimly lit surroundings as you twist a gleaming piece of silverware between your fingers. Your other hand remains in your lap, afraid to touch the red linen covering your table. Your gaze settles on a couple a few tables away from you, clinking their wine glasses together with pompous grins. It crosses your mind that the wine they're drinking is probably worth more than the money you're doing all of this for, and you make the executive decision to reach for the bottle of wine the woman sitting across from you generously bought.ย
When you drop your fork to outstretch your hand toward the bottle, the woman in question seems to notice, hurriedly grabbing ahold of it before you can reach it, and pours the liquid into your glass, herself.ย
"Thank you," you murmur, retracting your hand and finally allowing it to fall on the table.ย
"No problem," Bada replies, her voice warm and velvety, like the wine. She pushes your drink toward you, and you hurriedly snatch it up to take a large gulp, allowing it to trickle down your throat. The heat of the alcohol soothes your anxiety, and you exhale deeply.ย
Your relief lasts for approximately one millisecond. Because, in the next, you're putting your drink down and are being reminded of the predicament you've gotten yourself into. Bada's preoccupation with her menu gives you the chance to observe the way the soft glow emanating from a nearby lamp illuminates her features. The light traces the curves of her face, accentuating every perfect line. Her eyebrows furrow in concentration, compelling you to consider reaching over the table to smooth the lines over with your thumb. When you try to look away, your gaze locks on the pouting of her lips as she focuses on whatever she's reading.ย
"I'm thinking of getting the Frutti Di Mare," she voices, snapping you out of your trance. She sets the menu down and looks up, a gentle smile on her face.
"I don't know what that is," you respond dumbly.ย
She laughs, the sound light and airy, causing the skin near her eyes to wrinkle adorably. "I thought Italian was your favorite?"
"It is," you confirm, feeling flustered. "I just-the Italian places I go to are super watered down. The fanciest thing you'll see there is fettuccini alfredo,"
"That makes sense," Bada nods, her smile turning playful. "Then, I'll let you know what it is. It's basically seafood. I think it's usually served with pasta."
"Ah," you reply, nodding slowly. "Tasty."
Bada laughs again, and you feel like a scratched CDโunable to get any words out, twitching in place, devilish sounds threatening to enemate from you at any moment. "I'll make sure to order an extra portion for you to try. Unless, of course, you don't want me to."
"No, that works. I'm fine with that," you respond, quickly.
"I figured." Bada smiles knowingly.
Your hand clutches your chest. "Hey, is that a little shade? Did I miss it? Please, elaborate," you joke, leaning forward.
Bada giggles. "Maybe. You've been drinking a lot of that wine. And I think you ate most of the breadsticks."
You glance at your breadcrumb filled plate, then at the half-empty basket of breadsticks. "Oh. Wow. I did."
"You did," Bada affirms, her expression amused. She scoots her chair closer and takes a sip of her own drink, her tongue darting out to lick her lips once she's done. You have the overwhelming urge to mimic the motion, but resist, choosing to instead stuff another breadstick in your mouth.
You swallow the last bits of the breadstick, wiping the crumbs off of your mouth, only for a new, smaller, crumb to appear. Bada notices, and when she raises her arm, your breath hitches. You feel her soft hand graze the side of your face, the pad of her thumb rubbing the crumb off your lip.
"There we go," Bada smiles, satisfied. You can't help but lean into her touch, the warmth of her skin a pleasant contrast against the cold room.
You're startled out of the moment when the waiter appears, setting a basket of warm bread down. You jump, moving away from Bada.
"Have we decided what we'd like to eat?" he asks, his accent thick.
Bada nods, seemingly unaffected by the exchange. "Yes, we're ready. I'll have the Frutti di Mare."
"Great choice," the waiter says. "And, for you, miss?"
"Um, Spaghetti," you answer, your voice strained.ย
The waiter scribbles down the order. "Anything else to drink?"
"Iโm good, thank you," Bada answers, her tone sweet, smiling gratefully at the man.
"I'll be right back with your food," the waiter bows his head, his ponytail bouncing, and swiftly leaves the table, leaving the two of you alone.ย
Avoiding eye contact with Bada, you grab ahold of your glass and drink. The air crackles with something subtle, and you find yourself stealing glances at Badaโs pretty face in between sips, your cheeks warming.
But you needed to get down to business. Itโs already been two days since you discussed fake-dating, and this is the first time youโve done anything together. The clock was ticking.
You placed your drink down on the table and swallowed loudly, causing Bada to stop fiddling with the napkin in front of her in favor of looking at you.ย
"So," you start.
"So," she copies.
"What's the plan?" you ask, drumming your fingers against the table.
Bada's eyebrows furrow again. "The plan?"
"For the whole Cupid thing," you clarify.
"Oh," she says, blinking. "Right. Well, I was thinking, that this was sort of the plan."
"This being..."
"Dinner. At a fancy restaurant," she responds, gesturing to her surroundings. "People will see us hanging out together here, and it'll get the rumor mill running. I wouldn't be surprised if the media picked it up, honestly. I think it's a pretty solid first step. We're just planting the seeds,"
You nod. "Yeah, okay. That makes sense. How do we get from here to actually dating?"
She leans back in her chair, pondering the question. "Hm. I don't know. An Instagram post, maybe? A soft launch?"
You consider this. "Okay, sure. But, what would the picture be of? This is all so, vague."
Bada shrugs, nonchalant. "We'll figure it out as we go. We're gonna be spending a lot of time together for the next few days so there'll be plenty of opportunities for pictures. For now, I think we should just enjoy dinner. We're supposed to look like a couple in love right now and I don't know if trying to scientifically plan a soft launch is really giving romance."
"Right," you sigh. "Sorry."
"Don't apologize," Bada says, reaching across the table to give your hand a quick squeeze.
You're interrupted by the waiter returning, bringing the food. He carefully sets the dishes down, and a delectable smell fills the air.
"Bon appetit," the waiter bows his head and disappears again.
"Thanks," you call after him, taking a moment to observe the meal.
"It looks great," Bada comments, reaching for her fork.
"It does," you agree, grabbing your own utensils. You take a tentative bite, moaning loudly as the flavors immediately explode in your mouth. "Holy fuck."
Bada stares at you, wide-eyed and frozen, a piece of pasta still stuck on her fork.
You blush, covering your mouth. "Oh my gosh, sorry."
She gulps, snapping out of her stupor. "No, no, it's fine. That was just, a, uh. It seems like you really like it!"
"It's really good," you confirm, your words muffled by the food.
"I can tell," Bada chuckles, her voice low and her eyes twinkling.
"Sorry. I'm gonna try not to embarrass myself any more," you say, chewing more delicately.
She laughs softly. "There's no need to apologize. You're funny, y/n," Bada says, the sincerity of her words and the fondness in her tone making heat rise to your cheeks.ย
You eat the rest of your food quietly, listening to the bustling noise around you, the sound of Bada's utensils clinking against her plate unusually relaxing.
As you're finishing your last bits of pasta, a group of loud voices and giggles pass by your table. One of the girls, a brunette, notices the two of you and stops.
"Oh, my god," you hear the girl not-so-discreetly whisper, clutching her friends' arms. "Is that who I think it is?"
You glance at Bada, and she's looking at you. You raise an eyebrow.
"Bada Lee and...I don't know who that is? Who is that?" The brunette's friend replies.
You look down, pretending not to hear the conversation.
"I don't know either. You think that's her girlfriend?"
"Girlfriend?! No way. They're probably just hanging out or something."
At this, Bada drops her fork and reaches across the table for your hand, grabbing it gently.
"You okay, baby?" Bada asks, her tone sugary sweet.
You're taken aback by the pet name. But, you decide to play along. You smile at her, placing your other hand over hers. "I'm fine, sweetie. Just a little tired."
"Do you wanna leave, honey?"
"I think I'll be fine," you grin.
"If you're sure," Bada smiles, stroking the back of your hand with her thumb.
"I'm positive, honey bunch," you affirm, biting onto your bottom lip to contain your laughter.ย
"Aw, they're cute!" the brunette sighs. "I've gotta tell Sooyoung about this."
"Yeah, we should leave them alone, though. Let's go."
You and Bada watch the pair walk away. As soon as the women are out of sight, the two of you burst into laughter, dropping the facade.
"Did you see their faces?" Bada giggles.
"'Who is that?'" you imitate, your voice high pitched and nasal.
"Baby," Bada says, smirking.ย
You laugh, but the endearment sends butterflies to your stomach. "Sweetie."
"Honey bunch," Bada grins.
"Honey bunny," you fire back.
"My love," she replies, tilting her head with a smirk, her voice playful.ย
"Lovebug," you answer, raising an eyebrow.
"Is this foreplay?" she jokes, laughing.ย
"I mean, if you want it to be, I'm not stopping you," you say, the words slipping out before you can stop yourself. Bada's eyes shoot up, and you feel slightly mortified and shocked by your own brazenness.ย
"Do you mean that?" Bada asks, her voice dropping down an octave.
You open your mouth, then shut it. This is odd. You were regretting your lack of filter at first, but Bada seemed a bit too intrigued by the idea of consensual foreplay with you. She could just be joking, or really committing to the fake-dating bit. The look in her eyes was telling you otherwise, though.
However, you're cut off by the waiter reappearing. "May I interest you in dessert, or shall I bring the check?" he asks.
"Just the check, please," she says, not breaking eye contact with you.
The waiter bows, leaving the table once more.
You opt to stare down at the table. "I'll pay half," you offer, avoiding her earlier question.
"It's on me," Bada says. "I brought you here."
"Thank you."
"It's no problem," she says, a small smile on her lips.
Once the waiter comes back, Bada gives him her card. When he returns to your table with the receipt, Bada locks eyes with you, your heart thumping loudly.
"Let's get out of here," Bada says, and you nod.
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You stand at the entrance of the restaurant, a gentle breeze caressing your face. Your hands are stuffed in the pockets of your coat, and the chilly air nips at the tip of your nose.
"Are you ready?" Bada asks from behind you. You turn around to look at her, and the way her eyes reflect the light of the streetlamps above you causes your chest to tighten.
"Ready," you confirm, a hint of a smile on your face.
"Alright," Bada says, shoving her phone, which you don't remember seeing her pull out, into her coat pocket. She leads you to her car, opening the passenger seat door for you.
"Thanks," you smile, and she responds with a nod.ย
After the door is closed, she goes around to the driver's seat, starting the engine and driving out of the parking lot. You're both silent as she navigates through the streets. You peer out the window, watching the city lights flicker and blur as you replay tonight's events, attempting to ignore the now obvious tension.ย
"So," Bada breaks the silence, causing you to whip your head toward her. "You still haven't fully explained to me what plans you have in mind for that camera you're wanting so badly."
"Well," you begin, relieved that she took the conversation in this direction. "I love what I do at JustJerk. Seriously, watching you guys dance is amazing, and the people are the best. But, I don't want my career to end there. I want to do more on top of that, diversify my portfolio and all. What I really want to do is get onto a music video set. Maybe start directing, too. One day."
Bada hums and smiles. "That's amazing."
"Thanks," you grin, scratching the back of your neck.
"With all due respect, though, do you really need the new equipment for that? You do such a good job with our choreography videos. I don't know anything about videography, but I'd be surprised if that alone couldn't get your foot in the door."
"Well," you draw out, considering your words. "That's probably true. But, I don't think I'm that lucky. The equipment will help, the camera will be useful...the lenses will be nice to haveโฆโ
Bada frowns. "Have you given it a shot yet, though? As much as I'm going to try my hardest to help you win this money, realistically, there's a good chance that we still won't win. I'd hate to see you postpone your dreams just because of this camera, or because of this project."
You pause, staring at the car's interior, listening to the sound of the engine running, lost in thought. You weren't sure if it was because you admired Bada so much, or if it was something about her tone, but you were actually starting to rethink things. Perhaps you were holding yourself back a bit.ย
"Maybe," you simply respond, unable to say much else.ย
"I mean, the equipment will probably help," Bada concedes. "But, not having it won't stop you, I'm sure. Our videographers really don't get enough credit. But, you're all great and you're especially amazing at what you do, y/n. The only reason why I haven't gotten around to working with you is because the other dancers keep getting to you first," she admits, bitterly.ย
"Wow," you breathe. "Thank you."
"Of course. You're awesome," she says, the confidence in her words filling your heart.
"So are you," you say, turning away from her, trying not to blush.
"I know. Youโve said it already," Bada smirks, and you simply roll your eyes.ย
A more comfortable silence envelops the two of you, and the tension from before dissipates. You lean back in the passenger seat, a smile on your face, feeling content.
Soon, Bada pulls up outside of your apartment, and you're disappointed.ย
"This is you," Bada announces.
"Yep," you nod.
"I had a lot of fun tonight," she says, smiling.
"Me too," you reply with a matching smile. "Thank you for dinner."
"It was no problem," she states, waving her hand.
You step outside, but, before closing the car door, you hesitate. "Um," you say, unsure.
"What is it?" Bada asks, a hint of worry in her tone.
"Can I give you a hug?" you blurt out.
Bada looks startled, but her expression softens. "Sure," she nods, turning the engine off and stepping outside.
You meet her on the sidewalk, and pull her into a hug, wrapping your arms around her torso and pressing your cheek against her chest. She hugs back, and you swear that you can hear her heartbeat.
"Goodnight," Bada whispers into your hair.
"Goodnight," you echo, pulling away, already missing her warmth.
She opens the car door again, ducking inside. "Text me when you get upstairs," she instructs.
"I will," you promise.
"Great. Goodnight, y/n," she smiles.
"Goodnight, Bada," you reply, watching her drive away. Once her car disappears, you sigh.
As you trudge up the stairs to your apartment, a single question repeats in your mind: What the fuck am I doing?
You finish cleaning up and getting ready for bed approximately two hours later. As you lay in bed, scrolling through social media, a post from a JustJerk fanpage catches your eye. It's a picture of Bada and you together at dinner, with the caption, "Caught on a date?!"
You laugh at the predictability of the situation, and just as you're about to turn off your phone, you think to check Bada's Instagram, curious. She posted a new story.
You tap it, and it's a picture of you, taken from behind, standing outside the restaurant. There are no words attached to the picture. Just one, pink heart.
You smile, saving the picture, and fall asleep with the image burned into your mind.
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Three days later, you are stationed near your camera, watching Bada teach. The day after your fake dinner date, she sent you a text describing the next stage of the plan, which was attending each other's events and collaborating in public whenever it seemed right. This initially felt like an excellent idea. You'd been dying to watch and record one of Bada's classes since you started working at JustJerk, and it brought you guys one step closer to convincing everyone you were seriously dating. What could go wrong?
The actual execution of this idea turned out to be much more distressing than you previously imagined. It started this morning when you were filming Minho's class. You kneeled in the front of the room, prepping your camera as Minho made rounds around the studio to talk to his students individually. Engrossed with your equipment, you didn't hear the sounds of the door opening and closing, or the following eruption of loud murmuring. It was not until you saw a pair of sneakers stop in front of you and caught a whiff of a now-familiar sweet aroma, that you bothered to glance up. When you did, you found yourself making eye contact with Bada, holding a bouquet.
"These are for you," Bada said, a proud smile on her face.ย
Your jaw dropped and you scrambled to get up, almost knocking the camera over. They were roses, vibrant and beautiful against the dull gray of the dance studio. No one had done this for you before.ย
"They're gorgeous," you whispered, accepting the flowers.
"I'm glad you think so," she replied, her smile deepening as she observed your reaction. You cradled the bouquet in your hands, inhaling the smell of the roses with a pleased hum and missing the endeared expression on Bada's face. You certainly didnโt see the way she started to lean forward to press a soft kiss to your forehead. Shocked, you loosened your grip on the bouquet, feeling nothing but the rush of warmth spread through every inch of you as a result of her tiny peck.ย
She shifted back, as relaxed as ever. "I gotta go, but I'll see you later?"ย
"Definitely," you nod, clutching the bouquet once again, head spinning.
"Great." She nodded, then made her way out of the studio.
After she left, you turned to face the room, only to be met with everyoneโs staring. Right. That is what this is about. Getting attention. Nothing else.ย
You glanced at Minho, who had a teasing smirk on his face.
"What?" you asked him, scowling.ย
"Nothing," he laughed, then restarted his class.ย
Now you are recording Bada's class. Or at least, thatโs what youโre supposed to be doing. But, having to observe her so confidently lead her students through a routine, hearing her call out corrections with a simultaneously gentle yet demanding tone, noticing how hard her abs are when she lifts her shirt to wipe the sweat from her brow for the last hour? It's been painful. You're so busy trying not to swoon you've nearly forgotten to press record a couple of times.
She suddenly looks at you, flashing a small smile at you accompanied by crinkling eyes. You give her a thumbs-up and quickly shift your gaze toward the camera as if you were busy setting the frame, even though the shot is already perfect.
Bada returns her focus to the class, and the lesson continues. Every once in a while, Bada walks over to you, checking in and asking how everything is going. Each time, she offers a smile, a wink, or some form of encouragement, and every time, it takes everything in your power not to blush. She's clearly playing it up for the audience, but the effect she has on you is no act.
Her students are buying it, though. The moment she gets near you, the girls (and a few guys) start whispering amongst themselves. It's working.
"Alright," Bada claps, signaling the end of the session. "That's it for today. Good job, everybody."
"Thank you, teacher!" they all exclaim, bowing and gathering their things.
You're packing up your camera when you feel a pair of hands grasp your waist. Startled, you drop your tripod.
"Gotcha," Bada giggles.
"Shit, that scared me," you say, placing a hand on your heart.
"Sorry, sorry," she laughs. "How'd the recording go?"
"Pretty good," you say, bending down to pick up the tripod. Bada immediately crouches, beating you to it. "Thank you."
"No problem" she says, straightening up, extending the tripod towards you.
"Thanks," you say again, taking the device from her. "Anyway, you did good. It's not going to need much editing."
"Really?" Bada smiles. "Thank you. That means a lot, actually."
"Itโs no problem," you grin, suppressing the fluttering in your stomach. "And, uh, thanks again for the flowers, by the way. They were beautiful."
โYou are very welcome. Just fulfilling my fake-girlfriend duties," Bada beams, and you have to look away.
"Well, anyway, I should probably head home," you say, avoiding eye contact. "Gotta get started on the footage."
She tilts her head. "Uh, I donโt think so. Thatโs gonna have to wait for tomorrow,โย
"Huh? Why?" you ask, confused.
"Because, y/n, we're going bowling with Youngj and them? Don't tell me you forgot," she chides, raising an eyebrow.
"Oh," you say, remembering. "I thought that was supposed to be later."
"It's 7:30," she says, a slight frown on her face.
"Fuck," you curse, running a hand through your hair. "Sorry, I'll get out of here."
"We have to go there together," Bada reminds you.
"Shit. Okay, yeah, let's go," you sigh.
"Are you okay?" she asks, concern etched onto her features.
"Yes. No. Ugh. Sorry, I just had a lot on my mind today. Didn't get much sleep," you say, rubbing your eyes. It wasnโt a complete lie. Ever since your date at the restaurant, youโve been getting bombarded with messages from friends asking about the two of you, giving you little time to rest alongside your work for Justjerk. There was more going on today, though.ย
"That sucks," Bada sympathizes. "Do you wanna talk about it?"
"Not really," you answer, bluntly.
"Okay," she says, softly. "But, if and when you do, Iโm all ears."
"Thanks, Bada. I appreciate it," you reply, and a part of you is telling yourself not to get attached. But the bigger part of you, the part that wants nothing more than to fall into her arms, tells that smaller part to fuck off.
"Of course. Anyway, we should really get going," she says, and you follow her out the door, leaving your thoughts and feelings behind.
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Truly, Madly, Deeply โ
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pairing: max verstappen x oc!fem
summary: โwhen you know she is the one, nothing else mattersโ
warnings: nothing, just pure fluff
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Max watched her as she slept, her peaceful expression casting a serene glow in the dimly lit room. It was the sixth night she had spent in his bed, though he had long lost track of the count. Each night with her felt like a gift, a precious moment he never wanted to end.
Their paths had crossed six months ago during the winter break, a chance encounter at the train station. He had been captivated by her from the moment he laid eyes on her, her presence drawing him in like a magnet. And as he discovered her routine of visiting her grandparents in Monaco, he found himself falling deeper into fascination with her.
It took him a week to gather the courage to approach her, but when he did, it was as if the universe had aligned their paths perfectly. Every moment spent together was a breath of fresh air in his otherwise hectic life, filling him with a sense of pure bliss and happiness he hadn't known before.
As the season picked up its pace, Max couldn't help but worry about the possibility of losing her amidst the chaos. What if the pressure became too much for her? What if she decided to walk away?
But she stayed.
Through the highs and lows of his life, she remained by his side, a steady presence amidst the whirlwind of his career. She was there when he faced criticism, there when he achieved milestones, there when he needed someone to simply be there for him.
She never left.
And to Max, that meant everything.
โSchat?โ Max called softly, his voice breaking the stillness of the room. He watched as she stirred from her slumber, her eyelashes fluttering open to reveal eyes filled with sleep and warmth. A soft smile graced her lips as she greeted him.
"Hey," she murmured, her voice a melodic whisper.
"Hey," Max replied, his heart swelling with love at the sight of her. He reached out to gently brush a strand of hair from her face, his touch lingering against her skin. "Did I wake you?" he asked, concern lacing his words.
She shook her head, her fingers intertwining with his. "No, I was just drifting. What's on your mind?"
Max hesitated, his thoughts swirling in his mind like a whirlpool of emotions. "I was just thinking about us," he confessed, his voice soft yet earnest. "About how we met, and how much you mean to me."
A flicker of uncertainty danced in her eyes, but she remained attentive, waiting for him to continue.
"It's just... I can't shake this feeling that I'm falling for you, deeper than I ever thought possible," he admitted, his gaze locked with hers.
Her expression softened, a gentle smile playing on her lips. "I feel the same way," she whispered, her voice barely above a breath. "I didn't expect to find this kind of connection with you, but I'm grateful for every moment we've shared."
Max felt a rush of warmth wash over him at her words, his heart overflowing with love for her. Leaning closer, he pressed his forehead against hers, savoring the closeness between them.
"I love you," he breathed, the words a promise etched into the very depths of his soul.
A soft smile tugged at the corners of her mouth, and she leaned in to meet his lips with hers, a tender kiss sealing their love. "I love you too, Max. Truly, madly, deeply."
At that moment, surrounded by her love, Max knew that he had found something truly special. And as they held each other close, he couldn't help but feel grateful for the serendipitous twist of fate that had brought them together.
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This is an excellent article by astrophysicist Dr. Adam Frankย andย theoretical physicist Dr. Marcelo Gleiser about how information from the James Webb Space Telescopeย is changing physicists' perceptions about the standard model of cosmology. ๐ฑ
Since how we understand the universe seems rather important, the link above is a gift๐link to the article, so that even if you do not subscribe to The New York Times, you can read the entire article. Below are a few excerpts:
Not long after the James Webb Space Telescope began beaming back from outer space itsย stunning imagesย of planets and nebulae last year, astronomers, though dazzled, had to admit that something was amiss. Eight months later, based in part on what the telescope has revealed, itโs beginning to look as if we may need to rethink key features of the origin and development of the universe. [...] But one of the Webbโs first major findings was exciting in an uncomfortable sense: It discovered theย existence of fully formed galaxiesย far earlier than should have been possible according to the so-called standard model of cosmology. According to the standard model, which is the basis for essentially all research in the field, there is a fixed and precise sequence of events that followed the Big Bang: First, the force of gravity pulled together denser regions in the cooling cosmic gas, which grew to become stars and black holes; then, the force of gravity pulled together the stars into galaxies. The Webb data, though, revealed that some very large galaxies formed really fast, in too short a time, at least according to the standard model. This was no minor discrepancy. The finding is akin to parents and their children appearing in a story when the grandparents are still children themselves. [...] Working so close to the boundary between science and philosophy, cosmologists are continually haunted by the ghosts of basic assumptions hiding unseen in the tools we use โ such as the assumption that scientific laws donโt change over time. But thatโs precisely the sort of assumption we might have to start questioning in order to figure out whatโs wrong with the standard model. One possibility, raised by the physicist Lee Smolin and the philosopher Roberto Mangabeira Unger, is that theย laws of physicsย canย evolveย and change over time. Different laws might even compete for effectiveness. An even more radical possibility, discussed by the physicist John Wheeler, is that every act of observationย influencesย the future and even the past history of the universe. (Dr. Wheeler, working to understand the paradoxes of quantum mechanics, conceived of a โparticipatory universeโ in which every act of observation was in some sense a new act of creation.) [...] The philosopher Robert Creaseย has writtenย that philosophy is whatโs required when doing more science may not answer a scientific question. Itโs not clear yet if thatโs whatโs needed to overcome the crisis in cosmology. But if more tweaks and adjustments donโt do the trick, we may need not just a new story of the universe but also a new way to tell stories about it. [color emphasis added]
Image caption: "These six galaxies may force astronomers to rewrite cosmology books. (Image credit: NASA, ESA, CSA, I. LABBE)"
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College AU
Reader, Kaveh and Alhaitham are roommates in the same apartment and reader sometimes has the moment where they just sit/stand across the room from Kaveh while he is busy with something and yknow stare at him with that lovestruck look cuz they pining hard on that beautiful, amazing, gorgeous bbg.
And Alhaitham had caught on the fact that reader had been crushing on Kaveh for months (a very massive crush) and he just bluntly tells them one day to just say it. And reader freaks out a bit like "Whaaa? Pffft noooo, I dont...dont see him like that, ahahahaha, pls dont spill the beans...."
The rest is up to you ๐คญ
โIf Only You Knewโ | Part 1
Summary: You share an apartment with Kaveh, the charming and passionate architect, and Alhaitham, his blunt and logical friend. You've developed a massive crush on Kaveh, and sometimes, you just canโt help but stare at him with lovestruck admiration. Alhaitham, having caught onto your feelings, encourages you to confess, but you brush it off, panicking at the thought of Kaveh finding out. Though you remain the quiet admirer for now, Alhaithamโs words linger, and maybe someday, youโll gather the courage to reveal the truth.
Tags: College AU, Modern AU, Fluff, Unrequited (but Mutual) Pining, Roommates, Love Confessions (eventual), Slow Burn, Alhaitham Being Observant, Kaveh x Reader, Humor, Light Angst, Crushes
Warnings: Mild language, secondhand embarrassment, unrequited pining (for now), Alhaithamโs blunt honesty
A/N: OMG ITS MY BEAUTIFUL ARCHITECT WIFE KAVEHHH ๐๐คญ๐ and his roomate... ๐
Part 2
You sat on the edge of the couch, textbook open on your lap, but your attention was decidedly not on the words. Instead, your gaze was fixed on Kaveh, who was sitting at the dining table, his messy sketchbooks and architectural plans spread out around him like the aftermath of a storm. He was fully engrossed, his blond hair falling into his eyes as he leaned over a drawing with that intense, focused look youโd come to adore.
For a moment, you just watched him. His hand moved in practiced strokes, a small smile appearing every so often, as if he was admiring his own work. You didnโt blame him; everything he created was beautiful, a reflection of the way he saw the world. You loved watching his passion, how he became so absorbed in it. Maybe one day, you'd tell him how he looked like an artwork himself, surrounded by ideas that only he could bring to life. For now, though, youโd just stare across the room, hoping he wouldnโt notice the soft, lovesick expression you probably wore.
Unfortunately, someone did notice.
"You're staring again," came a low, matter-of-fact voice from beside you.
You jumped, realizing that Alhaitham had somehow materialized in the living room without you noticing. His usual unreadable expression was tinged with a faint smirk, like he was privy to some secret.
"Iโuhโwhat?" you stammered, trying to act casual as you quickly turned back to your textbook. "I was just...thinking. About, uh, architecture! Yeah. Architecture is...fascinating."
Alhaitham didnโt look convinced. He simply raised an eyebrow, glanced over at Kaveh, who was still oblivious, and then back at you. "You know, you could just tell him," he said bluntly. "Your crush on him isnโt exactly subtle."
Heat flooded your face. "Whaaa? Pffft, nooo, I donโt...I donโt see him like that," you protested, sounding embarrassingly unconvincing even to yourself. "I just...heโs an inspiring person. A friend (okay Adrien-). I admire his...dedication and stuff."
Alhaitham stared at you, unimpressed. "I see," he replied, deadpan. "Admiration. Is that why youโve been looking at him like heโs the best thing youโve ever seen for the past six months?"
You buried your face in your hands. "Alhaitham, please, donโt spill the beans..." you whispered, mortified. If Kaveh found out...you didnโt even want to think about it. You were sure heโd laugh it off or worse, get awkward about it. The thought alone was enough to make you want to disappear.
Alhaitham sighed, sitting down next to you. "You know, you might be surprised. Kaveh isnโt as dense as you think," he said, voice softening just a little. "Youโre giving him too little credit. Besides, the worst heโll do is make an emotional speech about unrequited love and how tragic it is."
You could almost imagine it. Kaveh, in all his dramatic glory, would probably get poetic about it, turn it into some grand tale of forbidden romance. You chuckled, even as the nerves twisted your stomach.
But then Kavehโs voice broke through your thoughts. โHey, whatโs so funny?โ
You looked up, startled to see him looking at you, curiosity lighting up his bright red eyes. The blush that had only barely started to fade returned with a vengeance. "Oh! Uh...just something silly." you mumbled, trying desperately to avoid Alhaithamโs knowing gaze.
Kaveh chuckled, his attention back on his sketches. โWell, Iโm glad Iโm not the only one around here with a sense of humor. Alhaitham is no fun.โ
โThank you.โ Alhaitham said dryly, glancing at you with a small smile.
You spent the rest of the evening nervously trying to play it cool, but every so often, Alhaithamโs words would echo in your mind, making your heart beat just a little faster. Maybe one day, youโd find the courage to tell Kaveh how you really felt. For now, though, you were content to stay right here, as his silent, hopeless admirer.
Honestly this just reminded me of MLB ๐
I should really go study for my exams and finish my homeworks...๐๐
And now I want to write something suggestive but idk what ๐ช๐๏ธ๐๏ธso send in your requests with what and who you want to do your fantasy with
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I NEED HONGJOONG AND A READER WHO'S IN SUBPSACE FOR THE FIRST TIME, HOW WOULD THE AFTERCARE GO (its okay if u dont write for that, you can just ignore my request <3)
warnings: nsfw under the cut, dom!hongjoong, slight dumbification, sub space, use of pet names (pretty, baby, babydoll, sweet girl), protected sex (yay!!!), soft sex, doggy style, 0.9k wrds author's notes: im not uncomfy but im just not very into it so i have no idea if what i wrote acc is enjoyable to people j,ndfcgvh, and also the fact that idk anything about the kink, so this whole thing might be wayyy off topic masterlist
the sea sparkles brightly as the waves sway in a mesmerizing dance. you can hear the gentle sounds of the sea ebbing and flowing against the sandy shore. soft light spills into your summer house, illuminating it, while the balcony is open, allowing the ethereal white curtains to sway in the breeze.
you would coo at the little crabs if you could, as they reveal themselves on the shore. however, the insistent pounding noise behind you forces you to roll your eyes, blurring your vision. cries escape your lips as his hands settle on the small of your back, causing you to arch involuntarily. pressed onto the bed, your hands stretch out in front of you, grasping at nothing, your forearms hovering out of the mattress.
hongjoong's thighs slap against yours, propelling you forward with each motion. he's intense, his painted fingertips exerting firm pressure on your skin, leaving marks behind.
"my pretty baby," he sighs, a bead of sweat trickling down the side of his face. his gaze remains fixated on the way your ass moves on his. biting his bottom lip, he suppresses his moans, not wanting to drown out your sweet whimpers. those whimpers, so delightful, drive him to thrust harder, fueled by pure desire. "you're so good for me, so adorable. i love you so, so much. do you love me, babydoll?"
it takes a moment for the question to register as you melt under his touch, but you manage to slurr out a response, "love you too," causing him to moan aloud. he smiles, enchanted by the slow pitch of your voice, finding you utterly endearing.
"good girl, always listening to me, takin' me so well, so good," he mumbles, feeling his climax building. he senses yours approaching too, as you tremble and writhe, succumbing to a mere state of wet neediness beneath him. "are you close, pretty? i can feel your pussy suckin' me in. such a greedy girl."
simultaneously, you both reach the peak of pleasure, your bodies giving in to exhaustion. you would slump onto the bed, were it not for hongjoong's strong hold on your waist. he withdraws, quickly discarding the condom, tying it off and tossing it aside. he turns you around, carefully examining your face with tender concern shining in his eyes.
immediately, he notices the dazed look in your eyes, your pupils fully dilated, and the post-orgasmic haze reminds him of his past experiences with ex-partners and their subdrop. he never expected it from you. your relationship has been going well for the past six months, the sex relatively vanilla, but hongjoong doesn't mind. not when you look so irresistibly cute beneath him. your inexperience led him to tread lightly with his more dominant side, but it came naturally to him, and unconsciously, you submit to him during intimacy. so, when he sees that familiar unfocused gaze, his body instinctively reacts.
"baby, look at me," he leans in, positioning his face right in front of yours. you offer him a lazy smile, playfully scrunching your nose, and he reciprocates with a gentle smile. "how do you feel, babydoll?"
you mumble something inaudible, attempting to provide an answer. anything will do when your tongue feels too heavy, too clumsy, too uncoordinated in your mouth. you blink slowly, the contact of his hand against your forehead creating a warm, fuzzy sensation in your brain. it blurs the periphery of your vision, allowing you to focus solely on his pretty face.
he's smiling, his teeth gleaming brightly. they seem sharp in the golden light. you feel like you're floating, detached from your own body, much like when the alcohol becomes too much. in both scenarios, hongjoong is always there to ground you.
"can't use your voice right now mmh pretty, tongue feels heavy huh," he remarks knowingly, and your eyes gradually widen as the information seeps into your brain, wondering how he knows. he smiles at your expression and murmurs a soft "cute."
"baby i need to clean you up, can i go get the towels," he asks, adjusting the pace of his words, ensuring they align with your clouded mind's comprehension. you take your time to process, your thoughts still hazy and elusive. but when you realize that his suggestion involves him leaving you alone, even for a minute, a visible sadness etches itself onto your face. you manage to release a small whimper before he soothes you with a hushing sound.
his voice lowers, deep and resonant, as he whispers promises of not leaving you alone. he settles down beside you, his arm forming a comfortable support under his head, and draws you into his embrace for cuddling. he guides your head to rest on his bare chest, the stickiness of your sweaty skin unimportant to either of you. you begin to feel drowsy, but you still crave his attention. so, you maneuver your head to get a glimpse of his face, only to find his chin in your view.
sensing your gaze on him, he tilts his head down until your droopy eyes meet his, shimmering with light. a smile forms on his lips as he raises his eyebrows, questioning you wordlessly. he runs his free hand through your hair, gently massaging your scalp, as if coaxing your brain back into action.
you open your mouth, but no words emerge, and hongjoong can't help but coo at your slightly frustrated expression. he leans closer, his lips descending upon yours, delivering a tender kiss, while softly suckling your bottom lip.
"my sweet girl, fucked you so hard you forgot how to speak."
#sade.requests#need him 2 fuck me dumb#so bad#hongjoong.thirsts#ateez#hongjoong#thirst#x reader#fluff#x y/n#x you#imagines#scenarios#brain rot#smut#prompts#blurbs#headcanons#timestamps#sub space
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Pairing: Bruce Wayne x gn!reader
Tags: Angst, divorce, losing a child, graveyard, reference to child neglect, reference to canon typical violence, grief
Notes: so Iโm very new to this fandom and havenโt actually read the comics yet but Iโve been reading a lot of fanfics and couldnโt get this out of my head. Also I tried to keep reader gender neutral but I did write and edit this in the middle of the night on my phone so please let me know if a rouge pronoun that isnโt โyouโ made its way in. Thanks for reading and please enjoy!
Word count: 1.9k
Summary: Falling in love with Bruce had been foolish. Marrying him was an act of down right insanity. You knew it would end one way or another but you had deluded yourself into believing your husbandโs crusade couldnโt come at the expense of Jasonโs life. Gotham needs Batman and Batman needs Robin. But why did Robin need to be the boys you had come to see as sons?
Or a one shot of the events leading up to your and Bruceโs divorce after Jason Toddโs death
Officially, you and Bruce had divorced only six months ago. Truly though, your relationship had ended nearly three years ago when Bruce came home without Jason. His Robin went off to do the one thing Batman wouldnโt, and the next thing you know your son is in the ground.
The grief was all consuming. You fell to your knees when Bruce told you. Alfred said the scream you let out would haunt him for the rest of his life but the memory of it was lost to you. Those early days after Jasonโs death are blurry still. The only tangible feeling being the heavy hole Jason left behind in your chest.
Youโre not sure where Bruce went after that. He grew so distant the only time you saw him was to discuss funeral arrangements. After the funeral you donโt really see your husband for the next month. When asked, Alfred informed you Bruce was staying in the cave believing you needed space. Alfred had clearly disapproved of that but Bruce was right. She did need space from him, from Batman.
Itโs not a point of pride that you grew to hate him in the early months after. Thoughts of revealing his extra curricular activity plagued you. As much as Gotham needs Batman, Bruce needs Batman too. He needs to protect his city and build towards a future where his parents' deaths wouldnโt ever be repeated. But how could that future exist when Batman wonโt even kill Joker? How could it exist without Jason?
The idea is tempting but you never act on it. Revealing Batmanโs identity wouldnโt only endanger you but Alfred and Dick as well. You couldnโt stand losing them too. Dick decided to come back to Gotham for a while after the funeral, just to be there for you and Bruce. Bruce tried to send him back to Bludhaven but you had put your foot down. โWe just buried one son and now you want to push another way,โ you had yelled at him, his face as stony as ever. He acquiesced.
Dick and Alfred tried to get the two of you to talk to each other. Dick would often try to essentially parent trap you and Bruce in various rooms around the manor, inviting both to watch a movie or asking for help with something but not tell you that heโd asked you both. By the second week Alfred refused to bring Bruceโs food down to the cave, forcing him to eat with you. By the end of the month the two just threw out the cot in the cave and Bruce took a bed in a guest room. Their efforts made it seem like Bruce was imposing his absence on you, and maybe he was but there was no comfort to be found in his company, not anymore.
Their antics went on for another month after that until you sat them down and told them to stop. They had for a few days. When Alfred โmistakenlyโ served Bruceโs food upstairs one night, you cornered him afterwards to tell him you were considering leaving Bruce. โI cannot fault you but heโs the closest I have to a son and Iโm afraid another upset would cause him to spiral more. Itโs too much to ask but can you please stay until the grief isnโt so raw.โ
Thatโs when you noticed Bruce had bruises and cuts in places he was normally careful to keep clear of thugโs fists and knives. Dick told you he was fighting so much harder; The criminals had started to whisper fears of the bat starting to kill soon. You didnโt think he would go that far, and Dick agreed but he could tell his father wasnโt far off.
So your marriage continued. You woke up alone, went about your day, had dinner with Bruce before he left for patrol, then went to bed. Galas and various other functions for Wayne Enterprises or Bruce's charity events were the only time you two truly acted like there wasnโt this vast distance between you. Most of the time it made your skin crawl to act like things were fine, but occasionally you could pretend - Jason wasnโt dead, he was just trying to find where the servers smoked to join them. Then someone would offer condolences and the facade would break.
It was around this time when you began to visit Jasonโs grave. It had been too painful to see it before. The words โJason Todd: Beloved son and brotherโ etched in stone had followed you into nightmares for months. But you needed to get out of the house and Jason had spent too long without a visit from you. At first, they were short somewhat sporadic outings - tiptoeing in about once every other week to leave flowers, often leaving them next to a bouquet or two some else had already gifted. After a while, you warmed up to a quick hello and some highlights from the week before, then had graduated to speaking at the tombstone for hours about life after him every week. It was cathartic and maybe a little sad but those one sided conversations became the one place you could talk about the complexity of your familyโs situation without having to sugar coat it or be reminded of how staying was helpful to Batman.
For two years this went on and Batmanโs anger didnโt cool. Bruce still came home with black eyes, bleeding knuckles, and the occasional gunshot. The hate in your belly for him had dulled considerably to the point where you had begun to patch his wounds up again out of respect for the love you once had. You might be angry with him but you didnโt want him to get himself killed.
When the neighbor boy, Tim Drake, had knocked on your door, you couldnโt have guessed that he came to express his worry for Batman, for Bruce. You and Alfred listened as he waxed poetic about how Gotham needs Batman but Batman needs Robin. The hole in your chest that had since grown less noticeable ached because he was right and it made you want to spit. As Alfred excused himself to get the Robin uniform for the boy, you grasped his thin shoulders and looked into his face, colored in righteous determination.
โThe last Robin was murdered, Tim.โ
โI know Jason died, but -โ
โBruce will try to push you away. Donโt let him.โ
Watching Tim run out the door in the red and green suit made your stomach turn. It wasnโt what you wanted but you had never had a say in that side of your husband's life. The two of you thought more with your heart than with your head when you decided to get married, but you werenโt so love drunk to think that the marriage wasnโt nearly guaranteed to fail. You even expected it to end because of his crusade. You just wished it didnโt come at the expense of your son.
It was foolish to think this new Robin wouldn't worm his way into your heart just as the two before did and maybe it was selfish but you couldnโt do it again. There was no way Bruce could just stop, but you didnโt need to stand by his side while he did it. It was a miracle that only Jason had died.
Despite your efforts to keep Tim at arms length, he was a sweet kid and it was impossible to ignore him. Plus you knew his parents werenโt paying nearly enough attention to him so he needed someone looking out for Tim and not just Robin.
Bruce had been better at keeping the boy out. He let Dick do most of Timโs training and really only spoke to him about vigilante things. But the armor slowly but surely cracked. It didnโt escape you or Alfred when Bruce began to request foods that you knew Tim liked or when he had Alfred set up a guest room that was meant for Tim to use when needed. A year in and Bruce had long stopped coming home from patrol with careless injuries.
You knew it was coming. You anticipated everyday that Bruce would come home from patrol and tell you Tim had accepted the mantle. When it actually happened though, it still sent ice through your veins.
โTimโs passed every test Dick and I have given him. I offered him Robin and he said yes.โ
โI knew he would.โ
โI donโt want him to be.โ
โI know.โ A moment passed and then you said โI donโt think I can do this anymore.โ
โI know.โ
The divorce was quick. Neither of you wanted anything from the other. Bruce offered alimony but you refused. You kept your job after getting married but you never touched your salary, leaving you with a nice nest egg to start your new life with. Alfred and Dick were sad but they understood. They knew you sacrificed a lot to stay with Bruce even before Jason died, but after you gave more than you had.
Tim didn't really know what your marriage looked like before but he took on its demise all the same. Your heart broke when Bruce told you Tim had tried to give Robin back in an attempt to make Bruce reconcile with you.
โTim, if I had it my way none of you would be going out every night fighting thugs and criminal masterminds but you were right; Gotham needs Batman and Batman needs Robin. Unfortunately, itโs become too much for me but Bruce wonโt stop. He canโt but he needs someone like you there to make him remember himself.โ
Tim just nodded his head and went back to the manor.
Dick and Tim visited you at your small apartment in Gotham as often as they could. Though between Dicks commute from Bludhaven, Tim still being in school, and both of their budding vigilante careers, they didnโt have much time to visit. Occasionally, theyโd stop by during patrol for a rest or some first aid. Mainly you kept in touch with phone calls and texts.
You never really saw Alfred anymore, unless it was when he opened the door for Tim after dropping him off at him from school or some outing. He does call occasionally, just to say hi and chat. Itโs nice, not feeling completely cut off from your old life.
It was surprising how unchanged your relationship with Bruce was after you left. It probably shouldnโt have been - your marriage was one in name alone and had been for awhile. Still, realizing your conversations only revolved around if Dick or Tim needed anything made it clear just how true it was that divorced life with him wasnโt far off from your married one. He never did make an effort to really speak with you after things went to hell but then again neither did you.
When you finally signed the divorce papers, it felt like you could breathe for the first time in years. No more sticking around because you were afraid leaving would push him over the edge. But the hole in your chest still plagued you, and it most certainly would forever. The divorce wasnโt what was best. What would have been best would be Jason being alive and Batman not needing to put your kids in danger constantly. But Jason was and Batman did. So the divorce is better.
#angst#oneshot#bruce wayne#bruce wayne x reader#bruce wayne x you#no y/n#batfam#batfamily#batfamily dynamics#gn!reader#divorced!bruce Wayne x reader#dc comics#dc fanfic#dc x reader#batfam x reader#batfam x you#reader adopted Bruceโs children
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The Daily Mail has helpfully listed all the times Meghanโs rebrands and relaunches have failed.
Archived Link
Here, FEMAIL reveals the Duke and Duchess' projects that, for all the carefully constructed razzmatazz of their launch, have so far come to little.
ARO/Roop:
[L]ittle more has been officially revealed about the brand, with no Instagram posts on the firm's official account since March and the website simply offering fans the chance to join a waitlist. But what exactly are potential customers waiting for? Jam and dog biscuits? A source told The Daily Mail in June that the priority is instead the launch of a rosรฉ wine. It's unclear when exactly American Riviera Orchard products will be available.
Archetypes:
The Duchess, who produced only one series of her podcast Archetypes for Spotify before parting ways with the company, had signed with Lemonada to develop and host a new series. However, a source told Eden that there is not expected to be any work broadcast this year. 'The relaunch of Meghan's Archetypes podcast got pushed back to 2025,' the California-based source saysโฆ.Lemonada is said to be concerned that there would also be 'scheduling conflicts' between the launch of its podcasts and that of Meghan's lifestyle brand, American Riviera Orchard.
40x40:
It was unclear at the time as to exactly how the project would work, or whether there would be any way to measure its success. But according to The Sun, less than 10 months on, there was no follow-up on the campaign and royal expert Angela Levin said she thought the 40x40 project had been 'cancelled'. She said: 'I think it's very quietly gone into the dustbin,' added that it was an idea of the royal's that 'didn't come off'. There also doesn't seem to be any mention of the 40x40 project on the Duke and Duchess' Archewell website.
Spotify:
Last January, [Bill Simmons, Spotifyโs head head of podcast innovation and monetization] blasted Prince Harry, saying it was 'embarrassing' to be affiliated with the same company. 'Shoot this guy to the sun,' he said, according to sports website The Big Lead. 'I'm so tired of this guy. What does he bring to the table? He just whines about s*** and keeps giving interviews. Who gives a s***? Who cares about your life? You weren't even the favourite son. You live in f****** Montecito and you just sell documentaries and podcasts and nobody cares what you have to say about anything unless you talk about the royal family and you just complain about them.'
The couple produced less than 13 hours of content during the three-year partnership: 12 episodes of Meghan's Archetypes show, and a 30-minute Christmas special featuring both the Duke and Duchess.
Pearl/Netflix:
Harry and Meghan signed a five-year agreement with Netflix* in 2020 worth an estimated $100million (ยฃ80million) but earlier this year there was speculation that their contract renewal was under threat.
The couple's first launch on the streaming giant was their six-part documentary 'Harry and Meghan' which was released in 2022 and caused controversy with its series of swipes at the Royal Family. โฆ But in May, Netflix dropped Meghan's planned animated series Pearl as part of a wave of cutbacks prompted by the streaming service's drop in subscribers. All references to her doomed animation were wiped from her Archewell website after the series was axed by the streaming giant. A prior description of the series under the Archewell Productions subsection was nowhere to be found after it was cancelled.
*Thereโs been a lot of speculation over the years about their Netflix deal, but this is the first official confirmation in writing (that Iโve been able to find) that itโs a 5-year deal. This supports my theory that the new push for content (Meghanโs lifestyle show, her cooking show, and Harryโs polo documentary) is a final โdo or dieโ effort to be able to renegotiate their contract and renew their deal.
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Paschal Moon 2.0 -1/2
Summary:ย Jensen finds love the second time around can be bumpier than an armadillo-laden roadway in Texas.
Pairing:ย Jensen Ackles x Fiancรฉ!Reader
WC: 2120
Warnings:ย fair amount of drinking and flangst, relationships are hard, insecurities, cursing, sexy teasing, arguments, family issues, reader still saying shit like me IRL
*Please read Paschal Moon first. This story is a continuation of it.
A/N: It's been a minute since I've been up to writing after Covid kicked my arse, but I had this sequel idea bouncing around and splitting into two parts.
A/N II: I based readers home on this property Iโd love to live on in Utley, Tx
A/N III: This is a work of fiction, and no intentional disrespect to the real-life persons contained within.
Square Filled: @jacklesversebingo -โIโll always take care of you as long as you need meโ in bold @j3bingo -Foreplay
*Moldavite
*divider by @firefly-graphics
*no Beta-all mistakes are mine
*photos found online
The screen doors creaking made Jensen look up from the sheet music he was working on and saw his fiancรฉe couldn't help but smile. Six months ago, he was so deep in divorce drama that it was providence meeting this nerd-hot astronomy professor who lives in the boonies.
โHey, sweetheart,โ he said, sitting his guitar on the couch, expecting her to reciprocate, but she just walked through the kitchen door. Okay, thatโs not good, Jensen thought. Crossing the main room, he found Y/Nโs messenger bag lying on the floor, her jacket carelessly tossed on top, and shoes kicked in opposite directions.
Jensen heard a cabinet door slam shut in the shoebox-sized kitchen as he gathered the items and placed them in their usual spots before entering the kitchen to find Y/N leaning against the old butcher block countertop with a finger crooked in a bottle of Fireball Whiskey's handle, chugging it like an old moonshiner made him remark, โGuess you've had a day.โ
Pulling off she bitterly responds: โItโs been crapdamntastic. And how was yours, dear?โ This shocks her fiancรฉ. Y/N never called him that, once saying the endearment had a negative connotation from her childhood when she suddenly stomped off. When the hundred-year-old farmhouseโs pipes rattle, it snaps Jensen out of it, and, like the last time Y/N had guzzled that much alcohol too fast, he sees the trail of clothes left in her wake.
Now concerned, he gathered the articles and deposited them in the bath hamper. โGonna tell me what set you off this time?โ
A very unladylike snort came from behind the shower's glass door, โCheck your phone.โ He retrieved it from the charger in the bedroom and plopped on the large bed, thumbing through multiple missed text stops at the one from his manager marked urgent opens the included link. โWhaโฆMotherfucker!โ
In an exclusive interview, OTH star Danneel Ackles reveals the real reason her ex-husband, Supernatural's Jensen Ackles, deserted his family.
A bath sheet-wrapped Y/N sat down cross-legged, facing Jensen as he continually tugged a hand through his long hair while reading the article full of falsehoods. Jensen suddenly dropped his phone and reached for the bottle copied her earlier chugging, โYou know those paparazzi that've been harassing since Inks Lake?โ
Jensen acknowledges, remembering the night a few weeks ago when Y/Nโs astronomy class took a field trip, secretly arranging to take her camping instead (something he wouldnโt normally do on a dare) and proposed during the celestial event.
โWell, today, they got into the auditorium during my lecture and began shouting those derogatory accusations from that piece when several of my students took it upon themselves to intervene. Long story short, Iโm on unpaid leave until the school finishes its inquiry.โ His following words this is my fault made Y/N snap. โOh, the hell you say! Youโre absofuckinglutley not at fault here! Danneel acting like a snake in the grass!โ
โDanneels pissed because,โ but Jensen didnโt finish, instead guzzling on the last of the bottle.
โBecause beg-a-bitch badly miscalculated youโd come crawling back and trying to save face! Peaches, I knew being together would have bumps, but this?โ She points to his phone, โFace facts, Jensen. Your ex is a Regina George whoโs gone too damn far covering her swamp ass!โ Jensen sputtered on the cinnamon whiskey burning down the wrong pipe, โSwamp ass?โ
โUrban Dictionary, page two, definition four.โ
Jensen began to speak, but Y/N placed her fingers against his plump lips. โYouโve always been inclined to let a lotta crap slide to keep the peace because sheโs the mother of your children. But Jensen, itโs time to redraw the boundaries of what is acceptable and whatโs not โcause I donโt want your kids to grow up with resentments like I have towards mine.โ
โOhhh my god! Keep giving it to me just like this Peaches!โย
Y/N, sucking on her fingers, moaned in ecstasy, then pulled them out with an obscene pop before reaching for another slab of the ribs Jensen fixed in the outdoor smoker. โGood thing weโre not in public; otherwise, youโd get an obscenity charge.โ
โIt was one time, and I got off with a warning.โ She cheekily remarks, โBesides, my meat man deserves props.โ Jensenโs fair skin flushed; his tell when embarrassed but also when aroused makes Y/N grin and tease him by sucking the bones clean.
โY/N, I wanted to talk about something, and donโt take this the wrong way.โ Jensen takes a long swig of his beer before tackling the tricky subject. โSince weโre staying with my family for dadโs birthday, could you tone it down? Your personality can be a bit much.โ Y/N got that expression, which he still wasnโt sure how to interpret.
โCalling me extra, thatโs rich, considering your profession is full of fake people.โ Jensen suppressed his automatic response. โY/N, itโs just my parents; theyโre very conservative.โ She dropped her uneaten ribs and sat back.
โI mightโve grown up po-dunk,โ her tone signals heโs close to stepping over the line. โBut I know how to act around those types; otherwise, I wouldnโt have my position at UT Austin, let alone be headhunted by SpaceX for their new facility coming to Texas!โ The flash of surprise crossing Jensenโs face didnโt slow Y/N down. โWould working for Elon Musk be acceptable to the high-fluttering Ackles clan? Or do they consider his personality a bit much?โ
Hitting his limit, Jensenโs near-perfect features morphing into Iโm done with your shit expression irked her more.
โYou know what? Weโre a couple of liquorlip loaded guns and better table this conversation till capable of being civil. Thank you for dinner, it was delicious.โ Y/N gets up and grabs the rest of the six-pack. โIโm gonna polish these off in the guest house.โ
โThis is your house.โ
โI know.โ Y/N says, twirling her engagement ring around her finger. โKinda hoping sleeping alone in my bed will clarify whether you had a holy fuck, Iโm over forty and single again moment and jumped the gun proposing or really ready for this life with me.โ She laid the ring on the table before Jensen, and staggering slightly down the porch steps, disappeared into the moonless night.
Jensen was sitting on the kitchen banquette, watching the ancient oak leaves dance on the breeze through the window, when Y/N padded in barefoot, clad in one of his T-shirts, damp hair hanging loosely down her back, and no makeup.
God, he loved how she rocked the all-natural look, so different from Danneel, who always had to be camera-ready, watches Y/N sleepily fumble around, realizing the kettle was already heated, she added the tea diffuser, steeping it before pouring it into an oversized mug.
She shuffles and plops across from him, leaning on an elbow, waiting for Jensen to speak. โIt wasnโt a knee-jerk reaction. You are the person I want to be with for the rest of my life.โ
โWhy?โ
That one-word question hung in the air because Jensen knew what Y/N wanted.
It wasnโt the usual platitudes of I love you or canโt live without you. She wanted him to be open, raw, vulnerable, something he always had trouble with, exposing his innermost self.
โFigured after a decade in the industry, I had a grasp of how to tell fake people from real ones. I believed I knew Danneel because weโd been friends. Then she kissed me in Ten Inch Hero and we,โ Y/N quirked an eyebrow as he ran a hand through his long hair, โI knew her boyfriend but did all my thinking with the wrong head. It wasnโt my finest moment.โ
Jensen picked up the mug heโd already drunk and refilled it. โLooking back, I realized there were signs; our normal banter changed at some point. It was stupidly easier to ignore our issues in Vancouver or at cons.โ Y/N remains quiet, so Jensen wouldnโt stop opening the hurt box and acknowledging the truth.
โI let Danneel manipulate me, thinking she supported my career by encouraging me to take on more roles. After getting pregnant with JJ, said she wanted to move back to Texas to be closer to family. Then pushing for more kids, ignoring what I wanted, to secure her position. And the other duplicityโs to get financial support for whatever project interested her.โ
Jensen didnโt notice Y/N sliding across the seat beside him as he buried his face in his hands, โI've been her lifelong meal ticket. How could I have been so fucking stupid?!โ
โJensen, you arenโt stupid, you were in love. And some marriages work better with a bit of separation. Whatโs making me hella pissed is Grade A Cunt going around acting like butter wouldnโt melt and blaming you for her cheating!โ
Y/N softens her approach, โThose weeks you didnโt call, figured you lost my number cause youโre another Hollyweird dickwad who didnโt wanna get caught with Ms. one-foot outta the trailer park.โ Jensen shook his head, โI wouldnโt have taken you bar hopping to the ones I frequent if being seen together was the real problem. Why didnโt I call,โ he shook his head again. โI didnโt know how to respond to you crashing through my insecurities like aโฆโ
โTwo by four in a tornado?โ
โPretty accurate and disturbing description.โ
โPeaches, wanna know what I see when I look at you?โ Jensen turned toward her, eyes loaded with apprehension. โA guy who feels too much, so he hides behind this reserved veneer and Da Vinci perfect face, kinda like his alter ego.โ
Jensen pushes the mug over and takes her hand, placing the ring back on her finger. โI donโt know how to be without you anymore, so do me a favor. Donโt take this off again, okay?โ
โOkay,โ she reaches up, cupping his bearded cheek, "Peaches, Iโll always take care of you as long as you need me. So, we done with this emotional colonic?โ Jensen laughs and kisses her. โThatโs my girl.โ He then licked his lips, โHow about heading back to bed? We have a few hours before picking up the kids.โ Y/N got up taken both mugs to the sink.
โI guess, since my propensity to get laid is about to greatly diminish staying with your parents, the con, then you heading off to finish up The Winchesters afterwards.โ
โYou have the weirdest technique for enticing a guy, sweetheart.โ Jensenโs T-shirt smacks him in the face, and he's about to give her what for is gobsmacked at a completely naked Y/N standing in the doorway striking a seductive pose.
โThis technique work for you, Peaches?โ
Jensen glances in the SUV's rearview mirror to see which of his kids are acting up. But Clif, without looking, knows whatโs happening and loudly asked, โDo the adult children need a timeout?โ The noise abruptly stops as Jared and Y/N point at each other and simultaneously say, โHe/She started it!โ
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The trip ended up taking a lot longer due to road work slowing traffic on the way to dropping Jared and Clif off at the hotel, and Jensen was relieved to pull into his parents' driveway. Getting out, twisted his torso to loosen up tense back muscles froze when the squeals of mommy rang out, and heard Danneel say she was also staying for the weekend.
Y/N grabs Zeps's backpack before stomping to the vehicle's rear, and when Jensen rounds the SUV, he is greeted with obscenities that would make a sailor blush and luggage hitting concrete. โSweetheart, I have no idea why Danneel is here...โ
โBecause I invited her,โ Donna Ackles says from not three feet away, and Jensen becomes frosty.
โMom, we discussed this. You knew I was introducing Y/N to the family this weekend.โ Donna comes back with, โJust because you abandoned your marital oath doesnโt change the fact that Danneel's family. And I had assumed your friend would be staying at that hotel, too.โ
โWell, you know what they say about assumptions, Mrs. Ackles.โ Donnaโs eyes widened at Y/N's flippant remark, โYou are a very impudent!โ
โNo, maโam, inviting your son's lying whore ex to stay in the same house without his knowledge, thatโs impudent," Y/N retorts. โIโd bet the farm your intentions are to demonstrate to everyone how dime in a dollar store I seem next to Danneel, hoping Jensen will be embarrassed enough to send me packing. Hate to disappoint you, but I donโt intimidate easily. So,โ She stepped into Donna personal space and, with hands on hips saysโฆโBring it on, Grandma.โ
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Sam/Jared: @idreamofplaid
Dean/Jensen: @thoughts-and-funniesย @stoneyggirl2 ย @beabutterfly987 ย @smoothdogsgirl @deans-spinster-witch
#paschal moon 2.0#jensen ackles#jensen ackles x reader#jensen ackles x y/n#jensen ackles fanfiction#jacklesversebingo#j3bingo#spn rpf
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