#jenna has it coming and i do not blame her

[maxine-fucking-minx]

1x08 // 7x20

[marvelfilth]

Break your heart in two

Pairing: Jenna Ortega x f!reader

Warnings: no warnings

Summary: She had obligations, a contract she couldn't break. You were ready to wait for her. Ready for sleepless nights just so you could hear her voice for a few minutes. Ready to fly across the world for a few days in her company. You were ready for it all. But it wasn't enough.

A/n: it's short and a bit painful :)

Masterlist

“It's good to see you.”

The words are barely audible behind the faint buzz of the crowd of Emma's Christmas party, but you catch them nonetheless, clinging to the familiar voice like it's a lifeline - you've dreamed about hearing it again for so long, after all.

You stop breathing for a second, closing your eyes and savoring the moment, your heart hammering in your chest. You can feel her eyes on you, wide and earnest and so, so unsure, so hesitant. It makes your entire chest burn.

Yet you can't speak a word. You can't even turn around, can't make yourself look at her, because you'll fall apart if you do.

She steps closer, releasing a deep breath, and stands behind your shoulder, shuddering from the cold. It's only then you realize your fingers have grown numb from standing on the porch for too long, with snow clinging to your lashes and landing on your shoulders.

You nod slowly, shoving your hands into the pockets of your coat, and lean against the railing. “You, too,” you whisper at last, wincing at the scratchiness in your throat.

“You won't… you won't even look at me?” Her voice wavers, and you want to kick yourself for being a coward.

But you can't blame yourself for protecting your heart.

“Why are you here?” you ask, and she tells you that Emma invited her, tells you how long it took her to accept the invitation, how hesitant she was because she knew you'd come. She didn't want to hurt you. More than she already has, at least.

“No, Jenna, why are you here?”

She falls silent at that, and you see puffs of steam from her breathing as she inches closer. She finally stands beside you, and it's only when you realize that she's not even wearing a jacket that you turn - whip around, really - to face her, shaking off your coat and putting it over her shoulders.

You notice the tears right away.

“I wanted to see you,” she sniffs quietly, blinking away the glistening in her eyes.

“Why?”

“To tell you how sorry I am.”

You sigh deeply, finding grip on the wooden beams of the railing, grounding yourself. “Jenna-”

“I know,” she interrupts, all choked up, “I know.” She takes a deep breath, gathering herself. “I know, but I can't- I can't go on like this. I thought… I thought I was doing the right thing, I thought it would be better like this. Easier for us, for you, so I-”

You want to scream, but all that comes out is a croaked whisper. “Left me. You left me.”

She lets out a shuddering breath, looking impossibly ethereal in the warm glow of fairy lights, so fragile and broken. “I did. I left even though I didn't want to. I thought- I thought you'd be better off.”

“Jenna, I don't- I don't want to talk about it.”

This is too much, all of this - her voice, her tears, the words you've yearned to hear from her for months. You need to get away. You turn around sharply, ready to run for your car.

“Please don't go,” she sobs, “I love you. I love you so much it hurts.”

Love is not supposed to hurt, you want to tell her.

Your heart aches, thundering in your chest. She left you. She chose her career. Her face was carefully blank that fateful night when she broke up with you, not a tear in sight, only resolve. She had obligations, a contract she couldn't break. You were ready to wait for her. You were ready for sleepless nights just so you could hear her voice for a few minutes. You were ready to fly across the world for a few days in her company. You were ready for it all.

But it wasn't enough.

You square your shoulders. “You've said you're sorry, now what?”

You hear snow crunching under her feet as she takes hesitant steps to you.

“I want you back,” she breathes out, and you can hear the strain in her voice, knowing how much effort it takes her to keep herself from crying.

How ironic.

You dip your head, looking at your trembling hands. “You want me back? How long until you have another project that's more important than this?” Your tone is biting, making her flinch.

She thinks she deserves that.

You hate the way your torn heart yearns for her touch. You hate the way it screams for you to take her in your arms.

You suppose it makes sense - she owns it, after all.

“It might not seem that way, but nothing is more important than you,” she says with a conviction that makes you face her again. “That’s why I left. Because you deserve so much better than a girlfriend who can't even answer your calls. You deserve someone to be there for you, by your side, and I- I'm on the other side of the world for the better part of the year. You deserve everything that's good in this world and I…” she trails off, and you see the telltale shadow in her eyes that tells you more than her words ever could.

“Jenna…”

“I know I'm selfish and fucked up, but I can't do this anymore.” She hides her face behind her palms, sobs wrecking through her body. You close the distance between you in three steps, pulling her into your chest, letting her bury her face in the crook of your neck, her cold lips brushing against your skin. She clings to you, nails digging into your sweater as she pushes herself into you. “You're my life, you're all that matters,” she cries, shaking in your arms. “I'm sorry, I'm so, so sorry.”

You let out a shuddering breath, blinking back tears. “It wasn't your decision to make. It was supposed to be us against the world.”

“I'm sorry,” she sobs, “I don't deserve your forgiveness, but I- I'll do anything, whatever it takes to get you back.”

You take a deep breath, and for the first time in months you let hope blossom in your chest. She whimpers, soaking you in her tears. You swallow, looking up at the dark sky.

There's a shooting star. You think it might be a sign. A sign of something good.

“Please don't leave,” she whispers, her breath hot on your neck.

You shush her, pressing a kiss to the crown of her head. “I won't. We'll figure it out. Together.”

[miizuzu]

sorry for the long delay, but its finally here! again, not prove read, MDNI...

Part 6

Waking up in Rafayels' bed, your body feels heavy and aching. You were rolling around uncomfortably, Rafayel woke up from your toss and turned. He lets out a yawn “Good morning, princess. What's going on?” You sat up, wanting to go to the  bathroom to wash your face. “Let me use the bathroom.” Rafayel moves aside so you could get off the bed. He stretches his upper body as another yawn comes over him. Suddenly he heard a loud thud, he ran to the bathroom only to find you on the bathroom floor, clutching at your stomach. “Y/N!!! What happened?? Are you not well??” He was in full panic mode. 

“I think… my period just started…” you said shyly, hiding from his face as you blushed. Rafayel lets out a sigh, at first he thought he was to blame, he thought he was being too rough with you last night. “Do you mind helping me get my bag?” You asked Rafayel. “Of course, wait here.” He rushed out of the bathroom and found your bag and handed it to you. “Thanks…” you were relieved that you had a few sanitary pads left. “Do you need me to help with anything else?” Rafayel wants to make sure you have everything you need. “I should be good for now, can you… wait outside…” you were still shy about using the bathroom with them here. Rafayel walks out and closes the door behind him.

He decided to go wake Xavier up, he walked towards the side Xavier was sleeping and began nudging at him. “Hey Xav, get up. Y/N isn't feeling well. Hey!” Rafayel shook Xavier's shoulder. Xavier unconsciously grabs Rafayels’ hand thinking it was yours. (Rafayel does have soft hands too…) Rafayel had goosebumps running up his arm as he quickly pulled away from Xavier. “Grab my hand again and I will punch you.” He says as he blushes. Xavier finally gets up and realizes he grabbed Rafayels' hand instead of yours and felt disgusted. Xavier gets off the bed and walks into the bathroom, only to have you screaming at him again and you threw your bag at him, driving him out. He was still clueless why you thought it was a big deal. Rafayel watches Xavier in disbelief.

It took a while for you to come out of the bathroom, you were still feeling so weak you could hardly walk. Rafayel was standing by the door and was ready to swoop you off your feet, carrying you back to the bed. You were relieved you didn't stain the bed, not that Rafayel would care. You told Xavier you will most likely not be able to go into work and you tried looking for your phone to let Jenna know. You texted her and she thought it would be fine since you cannot return to the field until you get your doctor to release you. Xavier didn't want to leave your side, he got used to being able to stay with you for the past 5 days and he thought it was unbearable not being able to see you. Even for a few hours. 

Rafayel brought back your uniforms and Xaviers' unwillingly put it on. He leans into you for a goodbye kiss, dragging it on not wanting to let go, he had you panting for air. Rafayel tugs you back in bed, “you spoil him too much.” He pouts as he glares at Xavier, following him to close and lock the door behind him. Rafayel comes back into bed with you, you still look like you are in discomfort, “Is there anything I can get for you to help you feel better?” He wants to do anything he can to help you feel better. “Just lay with me.” As you curled up into a ball. Rafayel puts one arm under your head and he spoons you from behind, placing his hand on your lower belly. “Feels good…” you mumbled with your eyes closed, looking more relaxed. Rafayel could feel his face turning red, he was happy he could help make you feel more comfortable. 

Rafayel was checking his phone for more information about the menstrual cycle. He checks the calendar, and he sees his birthday is just around the corner. He was hoping your cycle would be over before that since having birthday sex has always been on his bucket list and he was lucky enough to have confessed before his birthday. 

He decided to head out to buy you supplies while you sleep soundly in his bed. Rafayel went to the closest store, wanting to rush home and be there when you wake up. The people in the store watched as his shopping cart filled with feminine products yet his face still showed his regular confidence. He overheard a female talking to her boyfriend, “His girlfriend must be super lucky, you won't even help me buy my stuff no matter how much I beg.” Rafayel smirks as he walks towards the check-out. The cashier lady helped Rafayel ring up his order and saw he had everything prepared, from pads to hot water bottles to painkillers. And she had a nod of approval. 

Rafayel got home and rushed back to your side. He saw you were still sleeping but your brows were furrowed and your face was pale. He climbs back in bed and wraps his arm around your belly once more and notices your facial expressions finally relaxed again. He started smiling as he blushed, he loved that you felt better just with him around. 

You finally woke up, feeling a bit better than you did in the morning. Rafayel was still with you just laying beside you warming your belly with his hands. “Good morning again, princess. Are you feeling better?” Rafayel asks as he gently pats your head. “A lot better, thanks to you.” You turned towards him and hugged him around his waist. His face instantly turned red, he lovingly embraced you. “You should get up and eat something. Is there anything you want to eat?” He was prepared to get anything you wanted. “I don't really have anything in mind.” You couldn't think of anything you especially want to eat. “How about I make you some soup? I can whip up a wicked clam chowder.” Rafayel suggested confidently. You've never expected him to know how to cook, since he has personal chefs and all, you were excited. “Yes please!”

You lean by the counter as Rafayel prepares for lunch, his hands working swiftly while he hums a melody that puts you at ease. Your stomach cramps are still bothering you but it wasn't enough to keep you bed bound. “You don't have to wait here if you're uncomfortable, go lay in bed, I will let you know when it's ready.” Rafayel suggested. “No, I'm good. I want to watch you more.” His ears started turning pink. “Well, it's hot in here so why don't you wait outside?” He was getting shy with you watching him. “Fine… I'll wait outside.” You pout as you walk out of the kitchen. 

You wandered around the studio, you saw that Rafayel had painted a few more paintings since the last time you were here. “How come there are so many more paintings? Is there another exhibition coming up?” You asked Rafayel as you kept looking at the paintings. “Yea… Thomas said it would be a good idea to have an exhibition on my birthday.” ‘Oh right! Rafayels' birthday is coming up next Friday.’ you thought to yourself. You wanted to give him something, but he pretty much has everything already, what can you possibly get him?

You get on your phone and start surfing, an idea strikes you and you begin searching, you find the item you were thinking of and instantly purchase it, it will arrive in 3 days, perfect. You wanted to keep it a surprise until the day of his birthday, so you deleted the history just in case he looks in your phone. 

“Lunch is ready.” Rafayel beckons you to the dining table. He pulls out a chair and you sit and he tucks you in, sitting himself across from you. You were looking down at the clam chowder he prepared, it smells heavenly and you can't wait to try it. He sits cupping his cheeks, waiting for your appraisal. You grabbed the spoon and skimmed the top and brought it to your mouth, your eyes widened and stared at him, sparkling. “Delicious!! I never knew you could cook!” You look at him with newfound admiration in your eyes. “Well, I don't cook for just anyone, you know?” he turns away blushing. 

“How did someone like me end up with someone like you?” You look down into your bowl, “What do you mean by someone like you, Y/N, you are an amazing person. Sweet, gentle, beautiful, I am lucky YOU chose me.” Rafayel reassures you. “Rafayel… I love you. Thank you for everything you've done for me.” You were on the verge of tears, your emotions were all over the place. He comes to you, lifting you up effortlessly from your chair and sitting down placing you on his lap. He embraces you, burying his face into your bosom, you could see his ears are red. “You've made me the happiest man alive, don't you ever belittle yourself. I love you.” You were straddling him and you could feel a wave of arousal hit you, you were frustrated because of your period.

“You should finish up your food before it gets cold. Here let me help.” He takes the bowl and spoon as he feeds you, you wanted more of his touch, you would open your mouth each time he brought the spoon close, while keeping eye contact. Rafayel felt flushed with you staring at him, but he loved the feeling, he was getting turned on. He scoops another spoonful of chowder and was moving it towards your mouth but he missed, the spoon hitting the edge of your lips and now the content is dripping down your chin. He puts the bowl down and leans in to lick up the spill, his lips kissing yours then he started licking your lips. You moaned and let his tongue enter your mouth. You both sat there for another 10 minutes just making out.

After finishing up with lunch and cleaning up, Rafayel got to work in his studio, he moved his easel by the love seat he had as you sat there with him. He loved your company, and you loved how he works. He has this charming aura around him when he's painting. You love how he can create something beautiful from nothing, you were curled around him without realizing. His warmth made you so comfortable around him. You wanted to touch him more, your arms snaked around his waist, sneaking up underneath his shirt. Rafayels' face is red as he smirks but his eyes are still focused on his painting. 

You could tell he was turned on, his bulge in his pants was all the evidence and encouragement you needed to keep going. Your hands moved down to his pants, you could hear him breathing heavier, but he isn't stopping you. You unbuttoned his pants and pulled his boxers low enough to set his length free, already hard and dripping. You got down to your knees between his legs, you wrapped both your hands around his cock and he moaned. You were captivated by his voice and wanted to hear more, you placed your lips on his beautiful pink tip, as he rewarded you with another moan. You kept your eyes on Rafayel, wanting him to meet yours but he was still focused on the painting.

Your tongue swirling around his tip and then turns to the side of his length, licking up and down the shaft, you sucked on one of his balls and release it with a pop. Your eyes still glued to his and realized his eyes finally met yours. You looked absolutely gorgeous to him, your lips around his dick, looking all sinful. He bites his lips as you continue, angling him downwards so you could see his face better when you start taking his cock in your mouth. You slowly inching closer and closer to the base of his cock. Your eyes started to get watery and you started to gag, when your lips finally met the base, “My love, always s-so good hah… so good at MMM making my cock rock hard.” His cock now twitching inside your mouth and his tip hitting the back of your throat. 

He bucks his hips and you moan loudly, sending vibrations back at him through his cock, he loved it. “Can I ha… fuck… can I please fuck your mouth?” Rafayel was restless, he wanted movement, he wanted release, he wants to fuck down your throat and have you swallow every. Last. Drop. 

“Mmhmm-” you hummed. He had placed everything down, he put his hands on your head. “Let me know if it gets too much, tap on me and I’ll stop. Got it?” Rafayel wanted to make sure you understand. “Mmhmm” you answered. “Such a good girl.” He coos, he was at his limits, he couldn’t wait another second. Rafayel stood up from his spot, he drags himself out of your throat only to thrust himself back in. It was so hard to keep your eyes focused on him, you caught a glimpse of his feral smile before he opened his mouth wide, panting heavily as he pounded your throat. It was starting to get a bit much but you could feel that he’s close from him twitching and throbbing, “Oh love, I-I’m cumming! Gonna… cum!” Rafayel cums right after. 

Thick cum runs down your throat, making you choke and cough. He pulls out of your mouth and gets on his knees to give you loving kisses all over your face. “Thank you my love, that was fantastic. I could never get enough of you.” He carried you off the ground, placing you back on the love seat, and kissing your slightly red knees. 

Rafayel watches as you keep rubbing your legs together and pulling down the shirt you had on, you wanted your own release. You look at him with half lidded eyes, panting with want. He could feel his blood rushing to his face and back to his cock. He carries you into the bathroom, “Would you like to take a shower?” He was asking but was already unbuttoning your shirt. You were feeling a bit skirmish about it, you've never felt this way before. 

Rafayel helped you into the showers and you turned the water on. You were just standing under the water for a few seconds but you started to relax already, until Rafayel decided to come and join you. “Wh-what are you doing?” You were confused, you thought he was just helping you get in the shower. “I'm here to help my princess of course.” He had such a gentle smile on his face. You stood there with your back facing him, he started running his hand on your shoulder and back, he took a couple of steps closer to you and his chest is now against your back. His hands now move to your chest as he kisses and rests his head on the crook of your neck, placing tender kisses while his hands rub and squeeze your breasts. 

You were already panting, he could feel your heart beating out of your chest, his hands started traveling lower again. And your whimpering crys turn Rafayel on, making his cock rock hard again. When his hands finally made it to your clit, he nudged his leg between yours and parted your legs, making you gasp as your upper body leans forward, your hands now on the shower walls and your head tilted up so water doesn't drip down your face. 

You tried turning your head back towards Rafayel, “Rafayel… I… we shouldn't…” before you even finish your sentence, his hand already snaked its way to your fold, rubbing at your entrance as you whimper and moan some more. Rafayels' breathing starts to get faster, his fingers feel how warm and slippery your entrance was and he wanted to plunge his fingers inside you right away. His free hand now at your clit, rubbing small circles as his other hand just played with the delicate skin beside your entrance. Your flow wasn't as heavy as normal and you thought maybe it was okay. You bucked your hips a bit and Rafayel took your hint and started sliding his finger inside. 

“Mmmmh~” you started moaning, “Holy… it's so warm and wet inside your pussy, and your walls are squeezing my finger so tightly. It feels like heaven, can I stick my cock inside?”  Rafayel asked as he rubs his cock between your butt cheeks trying to find comfort. You started shaking your head, ���fine, stingy…” he lines a second finger and inserted into your soft, overheating, wet hole. “Ahhhh~!” He had you moaning as he stretched you open more, echoing in the bathroom. It was when he entered a third finger which made your knees shake, Rafayel grabbing your waist to keep you up. Drops of red, mixed with your arousal drip out of you and onto Rafayels' hand, down your thigh and onto Rafayels' leg wedged between yours. He wanted to thrust himself inside of you so badly his hard cock kept twitching and throbbing on your ass. His hand started sliding in and out of you again, trying to find your release. “Raf~ nnng I-Im gonna…” you whine, it was hard for you to catch your breath, “that's right my love, cum for me, give me everything.” He encouraged you as his hand thrust faster. His hand was so fast, water was shaking off of him and you came in the matter of seconds. Your walls squeezed and pushed his finger out. 

He brought his hand up, admiring the red stain and your arousal dripping down his arm before rinsing it off. You were still hanging on by his arm around your waist, your arms still against the wall holding yourself up. You felt Rafayels' hand on your butt cheek, squeezing. He moves his thumb to your ass and rubs at the little pink bud. “!!!!?? Raf-Rafayel???” You squirmed as one arm left the wall to grab onto Rafayels' wrist. 

It was as if he couldn't hear you or feel you gripping on his wrist, his thumb trying to push through into your back entrance. “NO!!! Rafayel! Please!” You finally snapped him back, he quickly retracted his hand. “I'm sorry my love… you looked so pretty… I lost control for a second.” He lost his hard on, thinking he had hurt you as he frantically apologized. “Let's get you washed.” He helps wash your body and hair, and you help him. He thought you would be angry at him for trying to play with your ass but you forgave him, saying you are not ready for it but didn't say you weren't willing to try, some day. 

He brought you back to the studio and placed you back on the love seat as he got back to the painting. He started mixing a new color, you looked, “Oh no you don't!” You tried to grab it from him, but he stops you with a kiss and smirks, he just found his new mix of red. “You really need to stop doing that…” You said as you pout. “I also would like to make our own white some time soon.” Rafayel confidently suggested. “I can’t believe you…” you turned your head from him and he kissed you softly behind your ear, making you giggle. You 2 spend the afternoon in the studio, while he finishes up with the painting. 

You’ve fallen asleep in the love seat as Rafayel finishes up the painting, he turns to you watching you sleeping peacefully, rubbing your cheeks gently wanting to let you rest. His thumb brushes your soft lips and he couldn’t help but lean in to kiss you gently. You were still asleep, but your lips parted welcoming Rafayel. He chuckles softly to himself, just as he was about to give you a more passionate kiss, the doorbell rang, Rafayel knew exactly who it was and was not surprised, just a bit annoyed. 

Rafayel walks quickly to open the door for Xavier to prevent him from ringing the doorbell more, he wants you to rest. Xavier walks in and takes off his boots and starts looking for you. He was about to call out your name but was stopped by Rafayel, “She is sleeping, don't wake her.” Xavier nodded and was about to walk to the bedroom when he saw you peacefully sleeping on the love seat. He quickly but gently lifted you into his arms before sitting down, the hours apart felt like eons and he needed you in his arms again. 

Rafayel pouts then lets out a sigh, I'll let you get away with it, this time. He thought. Rafayels' phone started to ring, it was Thomas calling, he knew Thomas wanted to go through details for his birthday exhibition, he decided to go outside so he wouldn't be too loud. He glared at Xavier who still had you wrapped around his arms as he walked out, leaving the 2 of you on the love seat.

Xavier had a somewhat stressful day, since he didn't get to be close to you, but now that you are securely in his arms, he can finally relax. He didn't like how he could smell Rafayel off you, he wanted you to smell like him, bringing you closer to his chest but accidentally waking you up. You slowly opened your eyes and saw his soft fluffy blonde hair and your hand was there running through his hair. “Welcome back, Xavier.” You said sleepily, he has you straddled on his lap, your head resting on his shoulder and his head in the crook of your neck, placing kisses on your neck, making you giggle. “Hehe, it tickles.” you told him while still not fully awake. Xavier softly chuckles but decides to give you a more passionate kiss, he had you moaning in seconds.

“When can we go home?” Xavier asks you, he just wants to bring you home and spend the rest of the night together with you and only you. He was grateful that Rafayel was there to watch after you while he was at work but he wants alone time with you. “Where is Rafayel?” you're now fully awake, wondering where Rafayel went. “He received a phone call and is outside on the line.” you tried to turn to peek outside but Xavier turned your attention back towards him. “I finally get to see you after a long day, but your focus is still on him.” Xavier pouts. You cupped Xavier's pouting face with your hands, “well he DID look after me this whole time.” You smile softly, giving Xavier little pecks on his cheeks and nose. 

Xavier leans his lips onto yours and starts kissing you passionately. You didn't notice Rafayel coming back inside as you and Xaiver made out on the love seat. “Ahem!” Rafayel tried to get your attention, you looked at him but Xavier wouldn't let go of you. “Geez, could you control yourself for a minute, you horny dog.” Rafayel starts ripping Xavier away from you and sits down beside you once he was able to see you without Xavier being in the way. 

“Thomas told me to start prepping for the exhibition next week, there were a few more things he wanted done. It will be held in one of the hotels here in Linkon, but I think I will be busy until next Friday.” Rafayel says as he makes a pouting face. Xavier had his arms wrapped around your waist, “We should go home so he can work.” He suggests as he tugs at your waist. “Well actually I was wondering if you would want to stay another night.” Rafayel was reaching for your cheeks. “Xavier is right, you should get back to work. I'm sure there is a lot to do. We will just be a distraction if we stay…” you grabbed his hand and cupped it to your face. “I will watch over her, you don't have to worry.” Xavier ensures Rafayel. “Do you want me to drive you home?” Rafayel didn't want to separate from you, just the same as how Xavier felt this morning. 

“I'm feeling a lot better thanks to you. We should be fine getting home. Xavier is here with me.” you said softly. “Just take it slow, don't rush home. And make sure you text me when you get home.” Rafayel is pouting again. You grabbed his cheeks and kissed him on his lips, making him blush. “Ok, I promise.” 

You went upstairs to get changed as the 2 of them sat and waited for you. “You better not make her uncomfortable. Or I'll come and take her back.” Rafayel glares at Xavier, “I know how to take care of her too.” Xavier said annoyed. “Just don't forget our agreement, she belongs to ALL of us, you need to control yourself more.” Rafayel reminded him. Xavier didn't reply and just sat there silently.

You are now changed and ready to go, you went back down to the studio where the 2 of them are waiting, you could see there was some tension going on since they were looking away from each other and not speaking. Xavier saw you and came to your side, helping you carry your belongings then grabbing your hand. Rafayel walks over shortly after and gives you a hug. “Remember to text me when you get home, ok?” As he gently kisses your forehead. “I will. See you next week.” you tiptoed and kissed him on the lips, he blushed and sent you off. 

You and Xaiver mounted on the bike and headed home, you could feel Xavier acting weird, he kept his hand on the seat instead of wrapped around you. When you got home, he got off the bike and helped you off and grabbed your things for you again,  you got to your front door and went inside and he was just hovering outside. “Xavier? Is something wrong?” You were starting to worry, he hadn't said a word after leaving Rafayels' place. Xavier wouldn't even look at you, his eyes kept staring at the floor. You walked over and took his hand, trying to look at his face. “What's going on? Come on, you can tell me.” You reached your hand on his cheeks. 

Xavier finally looked at you, he had a painful smile on his face, “If I step foot inside… I am not sure if I could control the urge to touch you. I know we’ve only been apart for half a day but that already felt like forever…” “Then touch me? I don't mind?” You had a confused look on your face, thinking that he has been touching you already, you thinking of simple touch while his ‘touch’ meant something else. Xavier couldn't help but chuckle at how innocent you were, he steps inside and closes the door. 

“How are you feeling now, you should rest for a while.” Xavier could see you were starting to feel discomfort again. He walks you over to the couch and sits you down. “Do you need anything? I'll get it for you.” Xavier brushes your hair away from your face. “Maybe some water and pain killer, it's in-” before you could even finish speaking, he had already walked into your kitchen and grabbed everything you needed. “Well I see you've figured out where everything is kept.” You jokingly said as you raised one brow looking at him. “Just a lucky guess.” Xavier smiles back at you. “Hmm, sure…” you were still skeptical. “Get changed and take a nap, I have to shower, we can decide on dinner after.” Xavier brought you the fluffy hoodie and shorts you like wearing for you to change into. “Do you need help?” Asking while having a mischievous grin on his face. “No, I can handle myself. Go take your shower.” You said flustered. Xavier grabbed his own clothes and walked into the shower and you changed into your comfy clothes.

The painkillers were working, you felt more relaxed and decided to get on your phone to text Rafayel to let him know you've arrived home while waiting for Xavier, he is usually quick with his showers. You picked out dinner and ordered it, scrolled through some messages on social media but nothing seemed interesting, Xavier still has not come out which you find odd, you thought he fell asleep in the shower and decided to check on him. 

You sneaked into the bathroom and was hit by the cold air, saw him standing there in the shower, head down and he wasn't moving. You are always surprised how he can take cold showers, it seems like he was lost in thought with his eyes shut, letting the water drip down his face, he still hasn't noticed you. You could see everything clearly behind the usually fogged up glass, his body bare, standing in front of you. You finally decided to let your present be known and tapped on the glass. Xavier opens his eyes and looks towards you, making you blush, “Someone is a hypocrite, what happened to not allowing others to be in the bathroom while it is being used?” he jokingly scoffed. “I just wanted to check on you! I… I thought you fell asleep!” you nervously reply. “I’ve ordered dinner and it will be here soon, will you be done soon?” you asked while turning away. 

“I’m heading out.” Xavier said as he turned off the water. “Could you pass me the towel?” you nodded and went and grabbed his towel for him, he walked out of the shower and opened his arms, waiting. “Huh?” you were confused why he didn’t take the towel. “Can you help me dry up?” Xavier smiles at you softly. “I guess I could help you…”  Your face heats up as you drape the towel on him and pat him down. You wrapped the towel around his torso and continued to dry him as he started to giggle. “That tickles.” “Then you should do it yourself!” you tried to get him to grab the towel but he refused. “Just keep going, you’re almost done.” he encourages you to keep going. You lowered the towel to around his waist and paused, you could feel him stiffening and you almost dropped the towel. Xavier caught it and was about to get you to finish what you started as your doorbell ring. “That must be the food! Hurry and dry yourself then come out to eat!” you were saved by the delivery person and ran out to receive the food. 

You had the table set and ready as he finally came out with topless with his sweatpants, you couldn’t help but stare at him longer than you should. “Like what you’re seeing?” he fondles the t-shirt in his hands, debating if he should put it on. “Xavier, put on your shirt and let's eat before the food gets cold.” 

“You should come help me.” Xavier hands you his shirt, you playfully sighed and grabbed the shirt, looped it through his head, and held the shirt up for him to loop his arms into the sleeves, he put his arms through one by one then wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling you in for a hug. You hugged him back, you thought he was adorable acting like a spoiled child. “Does my cutie want me to feed him?” you took the food out of the bags. “Yes please, my arms found the perfect spot and now I cannot let go.” You giggled at his silliness, you reached for the food and opened the container and scooped a spoonful and brought it to his lips. “Ahhh…” Xavier opens his mouth for you to feed him, you playfully pull away just as he was about to bite down. He smiles at you then gently smacks your ass, making you blush as he slowly rubbed the cheek he spanked. “Come on, my star, I’m hungry.” as he opens his mouth again. You finally stopped teasing and gave him the spoon, “It tastes good.” Xavier pulls you in closer to him, “If you hug me so tightly, I won’t be able to feed you.” you said as he turned you around and sat you down between his legs as he also grabbed a container and started feeding you. “Your turn.” The 2 of you fed each other and cleaned up the table. 

“Are you going into the office tomorrow?” Xavier asks as the two of you are getting ready to lay in bed. “I should be able to manage, since I will be stuck doing paperwork.” you glared at Xavier again. “Sorry, I will try to control myself more from now on.” he leans in to give you a kiss on your temple. “I also have an appointment to go see Zayne at 4, once he checks up and provides a note to Jenna, I will be able to go back on the field with you.” you rolled over to him and snuggled up to him. “Do you want me to go with you?” Xavier asks as he gently plays with your hair. “I can handle myself, plus, if he finds out the real reason why my heart rate has been acting up like this, YOU will be the one getting an ear full from Zayne.” you jokingly giggled. “That does sound scary. Ok, I will wait for you at home.” He smiled warmly, he was getting sleepy and so were you, the two of you drifted into dreamland in each other’s embrace.  

“...ey, my star, it’s time to get up.” Xavier combs his fingers through your hair, trying to wake you up. You tried to get up but the pain in your lower abdomen forced you back down onto the bed, “argh!” you moan in pain. Xavier rushed to the kitchen and grabbed you some water and painkillers, he gave you the pills and you took them. “Maybe you should stay home. I will let Jenna know you can’t make it. Do you want to use the bathroom? Do you need help getting there?” he wanted to make sure you were taken care of. “Could you help me to the bathroom?” you asked shyly. Xavier pulls the covers off of you and carries you into the bathroom. “Thanks, can you wait outside?” you asked while he stood there not wanting to move. “Can you even stand? I can help you, you know?” He wanted to make sure you knew he was willing to do anything for you. “Yes, I know, I just can’t help but feel embarrassed with you here staring at me. So could you please just wait outside. I will call you when I'm done."He was still skeptical about the whole thing, but went to wait outside anyway. 

You sat down and realized your flow was heavier than yesterday, which was why you were feeling more uncomfortable. The painkiller was helping a bit but you were still feeling woozy. You called for Xavier to let him know you were ready, “Xavier, could you come help me back to the room?” He quickly came in to help you out and carried you back to the bed. “Should I take a day off and stay with you?” Xavier doesn't want to leave you when you're not feeling well. “No, you should go. What if there are wanderer attacks when we're both here? Just promise me you won't go overboard like last time. “Fine… but make sure you call me if anything changes, I will be by your side right away.” Xavier confirms before giving you a kiss before heading out. 

Xavier left the building and remembered that you have an appointment with Zayne. He called Zayne and informed him of your current situation, of course Zayne already knows you are on your cycle, he had everything about you marked on his phone calendar. “Since she is my last appointment of the day, I will just leave the hospital early and see her so she wouldn't have to leave the apartment.” Zayne told Xavier over the phone. “Ok, thank you.” Xavier said to Zayne. “No need to thank me, we are all responsible for looking after her.” With that Zayne returned to work and Xaiver headed to work. 

You were laying back in bed, still feeling uncomfortable and trying to go back to sleep. Xavier surrounded you with a bunch of plushies before he left, so you grabbed a random one and hugged it close to you. You fell asleep for a long time, when you woke up and checked the clock, it was already 3:30pm. You panicked and tried to call Zayne, since you were supposed to have your appointment at 4 and you know you will not be able to make it there in time, especially when you couldn't even get off the bed. You pushed yourself to get up, you managed to get to the edge of the bed and collapsed on the floor when you attempted to stand. You were clutching at your abdomen and must have blacked out from the pain.

You were tugged back into your bed by the time you woke up, you looked at the clock to see that it is now 5:12pm, you quickly sat up, frantically looking for your phone. A sharp pain from your abdomen had you grunting. “ARGH!!” You curled back into your fetal position as the pressuring pain crushed you, and had you sobbing. Zayne walks in with a glass of water and painkillers, he sees you all curled up and rushed to your side. “Y/N, take these, it should make you feel better.” You looked up and was relieved to see Zayne, you reached out for him instead of the medication he provided and hugged him tightly into your embrace. “Come now, my sweet. Take your medicine so I wouldn't have to worry, alright?” Zayne softly coos you as you hold him tight. 

When you finally let go of him, he gave you the pills and had you drink the whole glass of water he had prepared. Since he's sure you haven't drank enough water today. “Do you want me to bring you anything else?” Zayne asks as he grabs the empty glass from you. You shook your head, “No… just stay by my side…” you grabbed onto his arm. “Let me put this away and turn off the stove, I will be right back.” With that, he walked back into the kitchen and placed the glass in the sink and turned the stove off before rushing back to your side. 

You got Zayne to sit on your bed and climbed over his leg, placing yourself between his long legs and had his hands on your abdomen. He rested his chin on your head and held you tight, smiling to himself. You were starting to relax more with his hands around you, it was not as warm as Rafayels’ hands but it was enough to give you comfort. You were both quiet for a while, just enjoying each other's company. 

“So, what is this regarding your irregular heart rate while you're on the field?” Zayne broke the silence. You got flustered, Zayne could see your ears starting to turn red. “It's… it's really nothing! I'm very healthy!” You tried to brush through the topic. “But yet your Captain is concerned, what are you hiding from me? Y/N, tell me the truth” Zaynes' voice sounds more serious now, he wants you to tell him what has been bothering you. Just as you were about to speak, Xavier came in. Zayne took one look and instantly figured out what has been causing your irregular heart rates.

“Xavier.” Zayne stares straight into Xavier's eyes with his deep voice, sending shivers down both your spines. “... Yes?” Xavier answers, trying to make the most innocent face he could. “You are the reason for her irregular heart rates aren't you?” Zayne raised one of his hands to pinch the bridge of his nose. “... Yes, it could have been me.” He tried turning away from Zayne's eyes. “Sigh…… will you be able to control yourself from now on, or would you need me to request a new battle partner for Y/N?” Zayne wants to make sure he knows how serious he was. “No, Iaa will behave. Please don't separate us…” Xavier's face looked like a kicked puppy. “Zayne, he's the best partner one can hope for! He is always making sure I'm safe. I trust him with my life, please don't request for a switch.” You looked up at Zayne with your big doe eyes, begging. “You both will be the death of me. Just make sure you don't do it again” Zayne said as he sighs and pinches his nose again. 

You and Xaiver frantically nod. “Xavier, come switch spots with me so I can finish with dinner.” Zayne suggested. Xavier gladly accepted. Zayne gave you a kiss before returning to the kitchen as Xavier sat down behind you, wrapping his arms around you, giving you warmth. You felt like you needed to use the bathroom again so you had Xavier help you. Once you got out you decided to sit on the couch and wait for dinner. 

Xavier liked having you in his arms, he felt relaxed and comfortable from your scent, he placed his chin on your shoulder and closed his eyes, he was starting to doze off. Zayne caught both of your attention when he announced dinner was ready. Xavier carried you over to the dining table and sat you down beside him. You stare at Zayne as he eats his dinner, he noticed you weren’t eating as fast as you usually would and decided to give you a glance with one of his brows lifted. “Something on your mind? Or are you not feeling well enough to eat what I made you?” “I was just wondering… if you would release me back to the field.” you look at Zayne with begging eyes, you really dislike doing reports and would rather be out killing wanderers. “If you finish your dinner like a good girl, I might consider it.” Zayne answers as he starts eating again. 

You started stuffing your face, you were eating so fast that you accidentally choked on your food. “I didn’t say you have to rush. Take your time but finish everything.” Zayne pushed a glass of water in front of you. Xavier pats your back gently as you catch your breath, he couldn’t help but chuckle at your reaction. Your eyes darted to him and he turned away looking guilty. 

Once dinner was finished, Xavier went to do the dishes since Zayne cooked. You are now sitting with Zayne on the couch, you sitting on his lap and looking up at him with your big puppy eyes. Zayne sighs and pulls out his phone and typed out an email, it was addressed to Captain Jenna to confirm that your condition is fine and could get back onto the field. You excitedly grabbed his cheeks and kissed him, his face turned pink from your sudden affection. “Ahem, make sure you take your medication on time, since we’ve been pretty active… We do not need another situation getting out of hand.” Zayne reminds you as he blushes and turns away, trying to avoid eye contact. He was talking about your birth control pills, he had them prescribed to you to reduce pain for your menstrual cycle, he wanted to make sure you keep taking them on time since being pregnant will cause extra strain on your heart. 

“It's ok, I won't forget.” You snuggled comfortablely in Zayne's arms, you felt a lot better with food in your belly, you felt drowsy and decided to go to the bathroom and brush up and get ready for bed. You checked with Zayne and Xavier to see if they were staying the night, and they both said they would. Xavier decided to take a quick shower before laying in bed with you and Zayne got his change of clothes ready, also wanting to shower before heading to bed. Zayne kept you company while Xavier took his shower and once he came out they swapped places. You could hardly keep your eyes open when Xavier came out of the shower, Xaiver climbs into bed with you, scooting closer to you, his cold skin makes you quiver, you still cannot fathom how he could take cold showers. He wrapped his arms around your waist and gave you gentle pecks on your neck.

Zayne came out of the shower and got onto the bed as well, he felt warm from the shower and he placed his arm down, you decided to rest your head on it as he wrapped his arm around your shoulders. You told them to tell you about their day at work, and they each took turns telling you the details of their day but you weren't really paying attention anymore, you were falling asleep to their soothing voices, you fell asleep with a sweet smile on your face and they both felt glad to be around you.

You felt a lot better waking up the next morning, still a little discomfort but not enough to keep you from doing anything. You noticed Zayne still asleep, which was pretty rare for you since he had always gotten up before you. You tried to inch closer towards Zayne but was held back from Xavier's arm around your waist, like you were his personal plushie. You reach for Zayne's hair, brushing the stray strands to the back as you admire his peaceful sleeping face. You were watching as he slowly opened his eyes, when he finally got used to the brightness of the room, he saw you looking at him and couldn't help but blushed. He quickly returned to his regular self and asked “How are you feeling today?” He moves his other arm to brush your hair behind your ear. “I’m feeling a lot better so far, is there anything you would like to do today?” You took his hand and placed it on your cheeks. 

“You can decide, I'm up for anything.” He gave you a slight nod as he ran his hand slowly down your jaw. You moaned quietly and suddenly felt a tug around your waist. Xavier reacted to your whispering moan and pulled you close to his chest. You thought to yourself, ‘not again!’ as you grabbed onto Zayne, trying to get him to pull you away from Xaiver death grip. “Xavier!! Let me use the bathroom.” You tabbed on his arm that was around you. He sat up, eyes still closed but he was about to carry you to the bathroom. Both you and Zayne couldn't help but laugh at him, he was finally waking up, brows furrowed as he slowly opened his eyes. He let out a yawn and then said, “I thought you needed to use the bathroom?” “So you were awake?” You asked him, raising one of your eyebrows up. He seemed like he was still half asleep and looked at you with his innocent sleepy face. You decided to let it slide. 

You got to the bathroom and brushed up and freshen up. When you got out, you noticed Xavier had laid back down with his eyes closed. Zayne was sitting on the bed, going through his phone. You decided to go towards Zayne and sat down leaning on him. He wrapped one arm around you while his hand rested on your head, giving you gentle pets, almost had you purring. 

Your phone vibrated and you took it to see the notification, it was from Captain Jenna, giving you the approval to go back on the field. You thanked Zayne again and kissed him on his cheeks, “Is that all I get for helping you out?” he asks as he pouts a little, almost unnoticeable. You climbed between his legs and stayed on your knees, as you leaned in to kiss him on the lips. You could feel the corners of his mouth lifting. He wanted more, he lightly bites on your lower lip and his tongue finding yours as you both swirl together, letting out soft moans. When the 2 of you finally separated from each other, trying to catch your breath, Zayne suddenly jumped from his spot, shivering. While the 2 of you were kissing, both of you failed to notice a sleeping Xavier inching closer towards the moans, and when he finally got to the source, his hand started running up Zayne’s thigh. 

You thought it was hard making Zayne jump, so when it actually happened, you couldn't help but burst out laughing. Xavier opened his eyes only to find out he's been touching Zayne instead of you, he couldn't have but widened his eyes and backed off so fast that he almost fell off the bed. Zayne just sat there, pinching the bridge of his nose but you could clearly see his ears are red. There was an awkward silence between the 2 of the men while you sat there laughing, trying hard to control yourself but somehow you just couldn't stop.

Just as Xavier was about to lunge at you, his phone started ringing, you tried your best to keep quiet, covering your mouth with both your hands one on top of the other. Xavier answers the call, and you and Zayne just watch him, as he finishes up with the call he lets out a sigh. “What was it?” You were concerned, “My friend was asking me to help watch his store as a favor, his wife is going into labor and his replacement got into an accident.” Xavier sighs again, he was hoping to spend time with you but this happened. 

You tried to comfort him, “Tell me the location and I will drop by with lunch later.” You crawled away from Zayne to give Xavier a light peck on his cheeks and pet his head. You could tell he didn't want to go but had no choice since his friend begged him to help. He gave you a long hug before saying his goodbyes and heading out. He thought leaving you in Zayne's care was better than leaving you with Rafayel.

You were shocked when you were suddenly caged in by Zaynes' arms, “So you thought that was amusing? Someone had a hard time containing her laughter just now.” Zayne's head leans close, whispering into your ear, making you instantly flushed. “Why so quiet now? Cat got your tongue?” Zayne continues to tease you as his hands gently caress you from your neck to your hips, making you moan out sweet, soft whines. “I’m sorry, Zayne. But you have to admit that was quite funny.” he spun you around and looked you in your eyes. “I would rather not experience that again. But I’ll allow it if you were the one doing the touching.”

Your hands started wandering around his thighs as he said it, but he wasn’t expecting you to be going at it right away. You tilt your head down but kept your eyes upon him, he had been trying hard to hold himself back, knowing you were still on your cycle. “Y/N, behave yourself.” he furrows his brows, slightly shaking his head. “And what if I don't behave?” you had a mischievous smirk on your face. He tugs you in impossibly closer, “then someone would need to be punished.” You let out an exaggerated gasp, as your hand continues to travel up his inner thighs at a sluggishly slow pace. 

Tsk, was the last thing you heard from Zayne as he lifted you off your feet, plopped you over his shoulder before giving your ass a playful smack and walked towards the bathroom. You had a hard time trying to hide your smug grin, since Zayne had fallen into your trap.

He sat you down on the sink counter as he started taking off his own clothes, painfully slow as he kept his eyes on yours. Your eyes wandered into his chest, down his abs and locked onto his crotch as he tugs his pajama pants lower. You started buying your bottom lip and legs knees kept rubbing against the other, your own heat was unbearable. Zayne finally takes off his boxers and walks into the shower turning on the water, just as you were able to jump off the counter and remove your own clothes, he activated his Evol and froze the shower door shut. “??? Zayne??? What are you doing?” You were confused, you thought he brought you in to punish you, which he was intending to do, but not letting you get your way. 

“I am about to take a shower, just thought you might want to watch to cool down that head of yours.” He knows for sure that this would have the opposite effect of cooling down, but since you teased him, he wanted to get you back. He was watching your facial expressions, from the happy, excited look you had when the two of you entered the bathroom, to the shocked and now pouting face when he denied what you wanted. He had a smirk on his face, eyes still on you and you watched him from the other side of the glass wall of the shower. 

He ran the water on top of his head before pushing his hair back, eyes traveling back to you. Damn he looks so good right now, you thought to yourself, wanting to touch him but couldn't. You are pulling the hoodie down to cover your shame so hard that he could almost see your cleavage from the neck of the hoodie. He took some body wash and smeared it across his chest seductively, making you grunt for not able to be in there with him. His hands moving down his perfect torso, before his hand reached for the base of his cock, slowly rubbing his length, thumb rubbing the slit. 

He could see you rubbing your legs together and hear your muffled moans, but he continues stroking his length slowly while you impatiently watch, being so close yet so far away. “You’re so mean!” You finally called out, on the verge of tears. “It wouldn't be a punishment if you got what you wanted.” He teasingly smirked, as his hand kept going up and down his hard cock. “... I'm sorry, Zayne… please, I want you… I want to touch you!” You finally said as the tears started rolling down your face. 

Zayne hates seeing you cry, he melted the ice that bars the shower doors and opened the door, you looked up at him with your big watery eyes as he pulled you into the shower and closed the door. You were still fully clothed, your hoodie and shorts are now starting to get soaked, he started to help you out of your wet clothes, throwing them into the bathtub from the opening between the glass wall and the ceiling. 

“I haven't fully forgiven you yet, but if you are a good girl you will get rewarded.” Zayne whispers into your ear, sending tingles down your spine, as you nod your head. “Put both your hands against the wall and spread your legs.” You obliged. Zayne leans into you, spooning you from behind as his arms snake around your torso, one reaching upwards towards your neck while the other travels down, inching closer and closer to your clit. His hand on your neck reached for your chin and tilted your head up so he could see your face, “My sweet girl, being such a good listener, what would you like me to reward you with? Hmm?” he continues to use his low tone voice to whisper into your ear, sending waves of pleasure from your now red ears to the rest of your body. 

“I-I want your fingers, Zayne. I want… I want them inside me.” You said shyly, you were so bold earlier when you were teasing him a while ago and now you're just a whimpering mess, wanting to be filled. “If that's what you wish.” He stuffs his index and middle finger into your mouth, pressing down and rubbing your tongue, while the other hand reaches between your folds, teasing your entrance. 

“Mmmm~” as your moans were silenced by Zaynes' fingers in your mouth, your hips starting rocking, wanting him to enter your cunt with his long fingers. “No moving.” Zayne demands, and you froze in your spot right away, not wanting him to find an excuse to stop. His middle finger lines up with your entrance as he pushes inside one a quick motion. You were already dripping wet, there was no resistance for his finger to reach for the deeper end of your cunt. “You are swallowing my finger right up. She’s so needy, and hungry for me.” You are not used to Zayne talking like that, your pussy clutching his finger harder as you let out heavenly moans. His finger kept sliding in and out of your hot, wet hole as you tried your hardest not to buck your hips. 

“Zayne… I want MMM want m-more~” you were trying to look him in the eyes to bag him to stuff your more. “I guess you could have another.” He lines his ring finger along with his middle and plugs you back up, making your eyes roll back as he enters. The stretch felt nice, but it was still not enough, you wanted his cock. You remembered the image from a moment ago where he played with himself and it made you moan just from the thought of it. 

“Zayne, gimme… I want, no I need your cock. Please, please, please, I'll be a good girl. Gimme, gimme, gimme!!” You were so loud about it, if your neighbors were at home you would get a noise complaint. In one quick movement, he pulled his fingers out, your slick covered his fingers, still with a hint of red, you looked at his hand before rinsing it off. He moved both his hands to cup your breasts, both thumbs and index finger pinching at your pebbled nipples as he squeeze and massage them, rubbing them in circles as his hips moved in, his cock between your folds, twitching. Your lonely pussy wanted him, he could feel your walls clutching together with our being inside you. 

“Of course, my love, since you asked so nicely.” Zayne moved one hand now to help push his cock inside of your hot dripping hole. You could feel the stretch, so painfully good, your whimpering moans were music to his ears, he wanted to spoil you, but also wanted to tease you for teasing him earlier. Your pussy was so wet he was able to bottom out in a couple of show thrusts, his tip kissing your cervix. He was just rolling his hips without pulling out and you already felt like you were about to cum. He could feel you squeezing him tighter and he knew you were close. He pulls his hips away, leaving only the tip, as he slams himself back inside with one strong thrust. “Ahhhn!! Yes!! More!!” You were so ready to cum, yet he pulled out again, this time he waited for a couple more seconds before ramming back into you. “Gimme more!! I want to cum! Zayne, let me cum!!” You begged while tears started to fill your eyes. 

You hear another ‘tsk’ as he moved both his hands onto your hip, now thrusting into you at a rapid pace, he had you rolling your eyes back to your head again and seeing stars. Your head tilted back so far he could see your face twisted with pleasure, making him swallow hard from how sexy you look, drool coming at the corner of your mouth as you clutch your teeth together. You couldn't think anymore, words cannot be formed, just the constant whiny moans escaping your mouth. Your walls were squeezing him so tight he thought it would hurt you if he pushed too hard, but he kept at his pace, trying to send you over the edge, “mmMmmz aahhhh!!” You came so hard your whole body was shaking uncontrollably, Zaynes' thrust slowing down a bit but still thrusting into you as you come down from your high.

He could see a pink creamy ring near the base of his cock, he smirked as he felt your body shaking, being overstimulated. He wasn't going to stop though, since he was also close to his own high. He leans in closer to you, his one arm around your waist as the other lands on the wall in front for support, he was actually holding your body weight since your legs have given out after your orgasm. One of your arms left the wall and you hooked it onto Zaynes' while trying to support yourself on his arm. He thought you were adorable trying to cling to him. 

His hips started to move again, first started slowly, trying to have your overstimulated pussy get used to him again, once he felt you starting to ease up, he started picking up the pace. “Zayne!! It’s too much! Nnngh!” you could feel another wave about to hit you. Zayne was getting close as well, he had been soaking up all your sweet alluring moans and was so very close to his own release. “I’m close, my sweet. Do you want me to pull out?” he was being considerate since you were still on your period. “Nononono, I want you inside!” you squeezed his arm tighter, as if you thought he was going to leave you. “Mm….” Zayne moaned out softly as he felt your pussy getting tighter, clinging onto him like your life depended on it. “Ha… as you wish my sweet.” he started thrusting impossibly fast, and when he finally hit your cervix one last time, his hot cum filled your walls, both of you let out moans of satisfaction. 

When he finally pulls out of you, you could no longer stand. He slowly lowered you to the floor of the showers, carrying you in his arms while you rested on his kneeling thigh. He lifted one of your legs up onto his shoulder and slowly slipped his index and middle finger into your cunt, “Huh??? What are you doing??” you tried grabbing on to his arm but you were too weak. The warm shower still trickling down the 2 of you, his fingers move slowly, guiding both his and your spent out of you. “Just wanted to get you cleaned up, unless you have something else on your mind.” he smirks at your flustered face as you bite your lips together as he cleans you up. 

“Can you stand?” he asks once you were all cleaned up. You tried standing up but you couldn’t as you sank back onto the floor. Zayne lets out a chuckle and you slightly glared at him, “This is your fault, you know?” you said as you pout your face. “If I recall correctly, YOU were the one that rattled me up, and asked for me to be inside you.” Zayne patted your head, as you finally remembered what you said in the heat of the moment. “Stay here, I will go grab you some clothes.” He got out of the shower and slightly dried himself, wrapping the towel around his waist and headed out to your closet. 

Zayne picked out a set of light blue lingerie along with a t-shirt and shorts. He comes back into the bathroom and puts the clothes on the sink counter as he puts a pad onto your panties before helping you out of the shower. He got you out of the shower and dried your body and helped you with your clothes before attending to himself. He brought you back to the living room, he remembers your promise to Xavier about bringing him lunch. “Better rest up if you still want to bring Xavier lunch later.” he says as he starts massaging your legs.

@huuvu @juliettebbgamer

i promise p7 will be better, and hope it doesnt take as long >.>

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Call of Duty OC: Samantha "Scarlet" Wright 🦋

Finally, after ages, I came up with Scarlet's biography sheet! So in case you guys are curious about her, you can go through this post, hope it helps! (⁠◍⁠•⁠ᴗ⁠•⁠◍⁠)⁠✧⁠*⁠。

If you want to see any artwork or fics on her, go to the #samantha scarlet wright tag for her content!

GENERAL

Name: Samantha

Full name: Samantha Wright

Codename: "Scarlet", Hotel Two-Six, Butterfly

Age: 29 years old

Gender: Female

Nationality: British (UK)

Languages spoken: English (native), Arabic (conventionally), Russian (for intelligence purposes)

Date of Birth: March 9, 1984

Place of Birth: Cambridge, England

Sexuality: Heterosexual

Martial Status: Single (married in 2017 to John "Soap" MacTavish, her childhood friend — diverging canon AU)

Occupation: British SAS (Special Air Services), member of the Task Force 141

Status: Active

Rank: Sergeant

Universe: Original timeline (2011-2017), reboot (alternative AU)

Faceclaim: Jenna Coleman

Song: Tangled Up by Caro Emerald (Lokee Remix)

Biography: Samantha Wright, under the codename "Scarlet" followed her dream in joining the most elite forces of the British Army, after hearing about her father's experiences in the military. As her hard work pays off, she finally gets selected for the SAS, and then for the Task Force 141, for her skills and strength. There, she meets a very old friend, that she missed and deeply cared for..

AFFILIATIONS:

Task Force 141

Captain John Price

John "Soap" MacTavish

Kyle "Gaz" Garrick

Simon "Ghost" Riley

Hannah "Sparrow" Clayton (@revnah1406)

Sergeant Annabelle "Kit" Pham (@applbottmjeens)

Charlotte "Jade" La Jardin (@sleepyconfusedpotato)

2nd Commando Regiment (@kaitaiga)

Sergeant Damien Whitlock

Captain Lachlan Jones

Los Vaqueros

Colonel Alejandro Vargas

Rodolfo "Rudy" Parra

Alyssa "Aly" Martinez (@alypink)

SKILLS AND ABILITIES

Weapon induced: M4A1 Carbine, M4A1 Grenadier w/ Red Dot Sight, M14 EBR Scoped

Fighting style: Hand-to-hand-combat, martial arts, a bit of jiu-jitsu

Special skills: Has good agility, wits and strength from intensive physical and mental training.

Talents: Is able to strategise a plan for greater impact.

Shortcomings: Is a bit sensitive and confused when it comes to choosing a decision which leads to life or death.

PERSONALITY

Myers-Briggs Type: ISFP (The Adventurer)

Is a positive presence among everybody: Yes, a soldier sure is a tough-hard individual who is determined to follow their duty, but Scarlet is the opposite. She maintains her duties and also motivates and cheers others up to keep moving and never surrender, as taught by her father. The reason why others notice when Scarlet is present with them, they feel calm and encouraged.

Emotional, but also dangerous: Sure Scarlet looks like she's a sweet presence among everyone, but at the same time, we shall not forget she's SAS-trained. When things get serious, she gets serious. During some missions (1 and 2), she has shown remarkable strength and courage by eliminating enemy soldiers in combat, as if she's a different person. The cheerful presence Scarlet holds among others has another dark side inside that she never reveals, but towards her enemies.

Can indulge with anyone, and is respectful: She'd love to make friends or teammates! It doesn't mean she doesn't give importance to anyone, but she especially bonds a lot with Soap. They two have been childhood friends since the start and everyone notices how close they both are and thinks if they two are a couple. Even if Soap is her best friend and he has a superior rank, she'd still respect him as her Captain. But sure, personally, they two engage like they used to.

Very empathetic: Whether it's a random person or not who is dying in her arms, it breaks her. It happened once when she tried to save a person who was losing their life and in the end they couldn't make it. It makes her want to blame herself a bit, thinking she didn't do her duty right, even if everything wasn't in her power. Also, if she sees anyone in distress, she's able to console and help them in time of need, the reason why Scarlet is able to sympathise and understand others well.

BACKGROUND STORY

Born as Samantha Wright, she lives in a small town in England with her father, Albert Wright, who is a former SAS-soldier under the codename "Bolt", and mother Elizabeth. When Scarlet was a toddler, she used to hear stories from her father about him working in Special Air Services, an elite special forces unit, and retired the day when his one leg was brutally injured that made him unable to walk or run.

Those stories gave Scarlet an idea to also join the SAS like him, but her father chuckled and said that right now she was too young to do so. Sometime later, she met John MacTavish, who recently moved into her neighbourhood from Scotland, but wasn't happy that he shifted away from his homeland. She wanted John to be her friend, and make him familiar with the surroundings so he'll get used to everything and love staying at his new home. And soon, they two grew closer, and became best friends.

They two had a similar goal — to join the defense. And one day, that day had to come between the two, when John had to leave for military school. Bidding her best friend a bittersweet farewell, unsure what future has for them in between, John encouraged her to follow her dreams. Taking that as a motivation, Scarlet kept John close to heart, while continuing her aspiration to join the SAS.

Her father got to know about her plan, saying that it won't be easy, since the SAS had the toughest selection processes. That sure unsettled her for a while, but didn't make her back off from her decision respectively. Instead, she learnt a couple of exercises, tips and tricks on self-defense from him that mentally and physically prepared her fully at the same time.

When she recruited herself in the selection process, it was an absolutely different experience for her. The way her mind drastically changed during the training quite traumatized and scared her, knowing what it feels to be in the SAS. But, keeping her father's words by her side, she didn't let the weakness and fear sink her in and moved on further. At times, she was ridiculed by others that she'd never be able to complete the process, but chuckled it all out instead.

The day came, when her hard work paid off, and she finally became eligible for the special forces. It was a blessed feeling for her, as if luck always stood by her side. And this is where, her journey begins..

[trulymadlysydney]

Wait For Me in the Sky: Twelve

Mars lingers, looking at Harry before, at the exact same time, they come back to earth and realize they’re being watched.  Mars clears her throat.  “Is there anything else I can get you, Mr. Styles?”

Harry’s cheeks quirk at the formality, and he hopes Mars doesn’t notice the deep gulp.  He can’t help it, hearing her call him “Mr. Styles” does something to him. 

“Actually,” he says, lowering his voice, “there is one thing.”

Mars blinks, not quite catching on. “Mm?”

“Although,” Harry says quietly,  “Now that I think of it, I’m not certain this airline offers the type of services I’m looking for.”

Mars lets out a loud breath when she realizes what he’s getting at, and Harry beams at her reaction. She glances around her to make sure no one else has caught on, before turning back to Harry. “Well,” she says slowly.   “I’m sure something can be arranged.  All you have to do is ask."

Harry grins, eyes darting down Mars’ body very briefly.  He reaches up to absentmindedly play at his bottom lip.  “I’m not even sure I have to ask, given the way you’re looking at me.”

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MARS

It’s 3:55am, and Mars barely slept a wink.

Not that she was expecting to get much sleep anyway.  After hanging up with Harry, her mind had run wild with a thousand different things she’d wished she’d said, or at least said differently, and she’d had to physically stop herself from picking up the phone to send him a text of useless clarification that she knew he didn’t need but god, it would just make her feel better if she could only--

“How was dinner with Franco last night?”  The voice of her fellow crew member- Abby- pulls her from her thoughts. “You never told us.”

Mars gets a sinking feeling in the pit of her stomach when she thinks about that very dinner with Franco.  And up until now, she’d done a good job not thinking about it- although her anxiety hadn’t let her forget that something bad had happened.  When she’d woken up for good this morning (after tossing and turning the entire night), she’d given it one thought and told herself to knock it off.  She’d forced herself to shove it deep into her heart to unpack for another day, along with the strange and unwarranted guilt that had overcome her when she thought about calling Harry.  She shouldn’t have called him.  She should never have even thought of him.  Why is she still thinking of him now?  Why can’t she forget him?

“It was fine,” is all she can say. “Food was mediocre.”

The three flight attendants walk slowly through the near-empty airport-- their heels clacking against the slick floor as they make their way to their gate.  For the most part, people in the airport seem to be either asleep or half-awake, and no one so much as looks up as the girls pass.

“You know she’s not asking about the food,” Jenna, the third flight attendant on the crew, speaks up.  She giggles.  “I half expected you to be late to the crew van today, girl. Did you stay with him?”  She wiggles her eyebrows, insinuating something that makes Mars nauseous.

The girls don’t know any better, so Mars puts on her best smile.  “I didn’t,” she says back, with as lighthearted a laugh as she can manage.  “Too early of a start today.  Plus he’s not really my type.  We were just catching up as old friends.”

“Not your type?” Abby snorts.  “Are you blind?”

“You cannot tell me that you don’t have any type of attraction to that man,” Jenna chimes in.  “Have you seen him?”

This time, Mars’ giggle is genuine.  “I have,” she says.  “And there was, I guess you could say ‘a thing’ back in the day.  But his personality ruins it for me.”

Abby frowns.  “Don’t tell me he’s a shit human.  Don’t ruin this illusion for me.”

“I mean,” Jenna says,  “Can you blame her though?  Girl’s had Harry Styles in her bed.  I’m sure it’s hard not to compare.”

Mars swallows the lump that arises in her throat at the mere mention of Harry.  She knows this is all well-intended, harmless cheek-- but it does make her sad.  “That was a long time ago,” is all she can come up with. 

The girls approach their gate and walk up to the counter.  “Don’t tell me he’s a shit person too,” Abby says, and Jenna responds with something snarky that Mars can’t hear.  Mars, instead, busies herself with speaking to the gate agent.  

“Good morning!” she says, flashing her badge.  “Mars Tyler. Are the pilots here yet?”

The gate agent, who’s name tag reads “Walter” offers her an almost apologetic smile.  “No pilots yet,” he says.  “And no plane either.  Got delayed in Milwaukee this morning for some weather.”

“Love that,” Mars says sarcastically, causing Walter to chuckle.

“The good news is, they’re on their way.  They’ve been able to make up for a bit of time in the air and they’re expected to land in about thirty minutes.  So in the meantime, if you ladies want to hang out around here.  Grab a coffee maybe.  Just relax.”

The girls speak with Walter for the next couple of minutes, solidifying paperwork and guesstimating a potential boarding time, before Walter excuses himself to deal with something at another gate.  Stashing their bags behind the ticket counter, the girls linger in the area, chatting quietly about their layover plans.

The layover in Dallas is long tonight, and Mars has had it before, so she knows exactly how she’s going to be spending her day.  She figures she can nap for a few hours, then head out to her favorite little cafe near the hotel for lunch.  Briefly, she debates inviting the girls-- because although she wants to be alone with her thoughts right now, she knows the company would be a welcome distraction.

“I’ve never been to Dallas!” Jenna says.  “I didn’t know it was fun.  My roommate had a layover there the other day and she told me about this one bar.  Apparently it’s right down the street from the hotel.  It has like, four dollar margaritas and stuff. So, if you guys are down…”

“Oh always,” Abby says.  “Literally never not down for a margarita.  I also--”

“Excuse me,” comes a voice behind them.

The girls turn around to see a little old woman, holding a crumpled boarding pass in her shaky hand.  She looks right at Mars. “What time is boarding?”

“Oh, sorry, we’re not the gate agents,” Mars replies.  “We’re the flight attendants.  The gate agent will be back soon to answer any questions!”

“Oh,” the woman says, somewhat annoyed.  “You can’t tell me what time boarding is going to be?”

Mars tries her best to keep her annoyance at bay.  “We’re still waiting on our plane to get here, so once that arrives and the other passengers deplane and the plane gets cleaned, then the gate agent will have a bit more of an update for you.”

“What time will that be?” the woman asks.

Mars swallows down a snarky response and gives her best flight attendant smile.  “I don’t know.  The gate agent will be able to give you more information when he comes back.”

The old woman squints.  “You’re not the gate agent?”

Mars takes a breath, then just blinks for a moment, trying to compose herself.  “No, ma’am I’m one of the flight attendants.”

The woman points her shaky hand at Jenna and Abby.  “Are they the gate agents?”

“No, ma’am.”  Mars clears her throat and raises her voice ever so slightly so the woman can hear her better.  “Again, we’re the flight attendants.  The gate agent will be back soon to answer any questions you have, okay?”

“Will the gate agent be able to tell me when boarding will be?”

Mars hesitates, trying to stifle a laugh of disbelief.  “I--” she begins, then lets out all of her remaining air.  “Yes.  The gate agent will be able to answer your questions once he gets back.”

“Oh okay.”  The old woman nods.  “Thank you.”

“My pleasure,” Mars says, with as sweet of a smile as she can manage.   As soon as the woman is out of earshot she sighs and turns back to Jenna and Abby.  “God.”

“I could never be a gate agent,” Jenna says.  “I’d lose my job so quickly.”

“I would just go home crying every day,” Abby agrees.  “I wouldn’t be able to handle it.”

Mars snorts.  “We deal with some interesting people up in the air, too,” she says, “but yeah.  I think they have it way harder down here.”

The girls fall back easily into their conversation about tonight’s events in Dallas, and Jenna continues to discuss the bar with the four dollar margaritas that is slowly moving to the top of Mars’ to-do list.  She still has a sense of guilt and embarrassment regarding the way her night went, but she figures a cheap margarita and a few laughs with Jenna and Abby will be just the cure that she needs.

As she’s laughing at something Abby said and trying her best not to think about how tired she is, someone approaches from behind once more.

“Excuse me,” comes their voice.

This time, Mars can’t help but to hide her annoyance.  “We’re not the gate agents,” she says quickly, turning around.  “The gate agent will be back soon t--”

And when she sees who’s behind her, she falls completely silent. 

There, looking sleepy and nervous and still just as delicious as ever, stands Harry Styles.  A duffle bag slung haphazardly on his side, a cap hanging loosely on his head, and a lopsided grin on his face.

“I just wanted to know if I could upgrade my seat to Mars’ Tyler’s section,” he says. 

Mars stands frozen, unsure if she should fall into his arms or take a step back.  He scans her face anxiously, waiting for some type of reaction, and for a brief moment she forgets that anyone else is around her. 

“Harry,” she says quietly, ‘What are you--”

“I love you.”  It comes out of his mouth so calmly, so effortlessly, that Mars isn’t even sure she’s heard him correctly. 

She blinks a few times, completely taken aback by his words.  There’s an intense sincerity in his eyes, and as she scans his face, he never once looks away from her.  “What--”

His voice is quiet, but charged, “I miss you.  And I love you.  And I know that this--” he gestures vaguely, “this setting isn’t really ideal for… for either of us but… Mars, I miss you and I need you more than anything or anyone in the world.”

Mars continues to scan his face, tears pricking her confused eyes as she struggles to hold back from leaping into his arms. “I don’t understand.” She shakes her head, fighting the smile tugging at her cheeks.  “Why are you--”

She glances nervously around them then, suddenly aware of the eyes that have begun wandering and lingering on her and Harry. A few cell phones are pointed in their direction.For once, Jenna and Abby are speechless.  She takes a cautious half-step back then laughs nervously. “Harry--”

“Can we go somewhere?” he asks.  “Please?”

She glances slowly behind her at Jenna and Abby, who have both heard his question and immediately nod while shooing her away.   “Uh--” she starts.

“I know you probably don’t have much time,” Harry cuts in, and Mars can tell that his panic is rising the longer it takes for her to get out a full sentence.  “And we don’t have to do this now.  I just--”

Somewhere in the crowd, a flash goes off, indicating someone’s attempt to take a stealthy photo, and Mars cringes. Her entire face grows hot.  “Yes,” she says.  “Please.  Let’s go”

Harry steps to the side, gesturing for Mars to lead the way, and she begins walking.  Her ears are ringing, and even though there aren’t many people here, it feels as though almost every single pair of eyes in the entire state is on her.  She doesn’t look back at Harry, but she can hear his steps behind her-- not too close, but not so far back that it feels like he’s not with her.

She needs to say something.  She wants to say something.  But she can’t risk people hearing.

They continue walking, Mars scanning the airport for an empty gate that's far enough away, and Harry’s voice comes from behind her.  

“I wanted to come with you,” Harry explains, quickly.  “I’ve booked the flight.” He swallows thickly, shaking his head.  “I can’t live without you any longer, Mars.  I can’t do it.”

Mars walks quicker, not because she wants to get away from Harry, but because she needs to jump into his arms immediately and kiss his sweet face, and if she does it now she’s worried it will end up on the cover of every magazine in the globe.

“I know you hate this,” Harry says, keeping .  “I’m sorry.  I know public declarations and displays of affection aren’t really your thing.  They aren’t exactly second nature to me, either.  And I know this is a less than ideal way for me to tell you this but I-- I couldn’t wait.  I’m sorry.”

“Harry--”  Mars reaches up to wipe at a rogue tear that rolls down her cheek, and Harry officially closes the gap between them, jogging until he’s right beside her.  He doesn’t touch her, but it’s obvious he wants to, and his nerves flicker across his face.  

“I didn’t mean to—“ he starts.

“It’s okay,” Mars says, without turning to him.  “You didn’t.”

“If you don’t want to—“

“Harry, it’s okay.”  She turns into the empty gate beside them, almost throwing Harry off.

“But Mars, I—“

Mars, finally unable to stop herself, cuts him off, whirling around to grab his face in her hands.  She pulls him in, fastening their lips together in what feels like the most passionate kiss she’s ever experienced in her life.

Harry’s hands immediately hold her, one hand pulling her in by the small of her back and the other gripping the bottom of her head under her neatly secured bun.  By his breathing, Mars can tell he’s relieved, and a tear of his own drips down his cheek and onto hers.

She licks into his mouth, holding his face as if she could lose him if she let go.  Harry matches her energy, holding on to her as tightly as possible and kissing her so passionately that half of the time it’s just the corner of her mouth or her chin.

Mars pulls away after a few moments and breathlessly smiles up at her teary-eyed man. “I love you, too, Harry.”

The relief that washes over Harry’s face is so beautiful it makes Mars want to cry harder.  “You do?” He asks, voice shaky.

Mars nods.  “I do.”

“You do?”

Mars laughs again.  “I do, Harry.  So, so much.”

Harry hesitates for only a beat before tugging Mars into his arms.  She sniffles and laughs, and Harry lets out the breath that’s been cramped in his chest for hours now.  “Oh, I love you, Mars.  I love you, I love you.” 

Mars giggles, enjoying how it feels to be held like this again before speaking.  “But, I--”  She trails off, breath hitching.

“What?” Harry asks, pulling away.  “You what?”

“I just… Harry, it’s…”  Mars sighs, voice lowering.  “Is it always going to be like this?”

“Like what?”

“You don’t deserve to be with someone who doesn’t get it.  Who isn’t used to this.  You need to be with someone who--”

“Just be with me,” Harry says, almost pleading.  He takes her shoulders in his hands and looks deeply into her eyes.  “Just Mars and Harry.  Like we were in Cancun  That night in your hotel room.  At my house in London.  Don’t pay anyone else any mind.  Just be with me.”

Mars swallows around an enormous lump in her throat, her bottom lip quivering.  “Are you sure?”  Her voice is barely above a whisper, as if she’s daring to even be hopeful.

“I’ve never been more sure of anything in my life, Mars.”  He gives her a moment to absorb his words, and he doesn’t break eye contact with her.   He wants her to understand, to really feel what he’s saying.  She laughs in jubilant disbelief, reaching up to wipe a stray tear from her eye, and Harry truly has never been more sure of anything than what he’s about to say.  He clears his throat. 

“Listen to me. Life is far too short to let things pass you by.  Moments, people, opportunities.  But I’m someone who has a bad habit of letting his own pride get in the way.”  He chuckles.  “In fact, someone once told me I’m an arrogant son of a bitch who can’t admit when he’s sorry and… well, that holds true, I think.”

“No!” Mars tries.  “No, you’re--”

“But I’m tired of being that way,” Harry continues.   “And I’m tired of letting moments pass me by Mars.  Because I am sorry.  For everything.  For all of it.  And I should have told you every single day since the moment I knew it…” He takes a deep breath, and squeezes her hands for emphasis.  “I love you.”

Mars lets out another teary laugh of disbelief and reaches up to wipe at her eyes as Harry continues.  “I love you, Mars Tyler. With all that I am and all that I have, I love you.”

Mars shakes her head, laughing again and speaking just above a whisper.  “I love you, too, Harry.”

Harry beams at her.  “Yeah?”

“Yeah.”  She giggles, swinging their hands a bit, before slamming her lips back into his. It’s clumsy and they’re both crying and laughing into one another’s mouths, but it’s perfect.  With a chuckle, he puts his hand on her lower back and guides her closer into him once again.  “I love you,” he repeats against her mouth.  “I love you.”

They stay like this for a few moments longer before Mars pulls away.  With a giggle, she glances nervously around them.  When she’s relieved at the sight of how empty the gate has remained, she clears her throat.  “God, Harry,” she says,  “You sure know how to make an entrance, don’t you?”

“I suppose I do,” Harry says, laughing.  “I just… I had more than enough chances with you.  And I blew them all.  I’m so fucking stupid but I…”  He shakes his head.  “I figured a grand gesture would be the best way to go about this.”

“You could have come to me in the parking lot of a gas station,” Mars laughs.  “You could have done literally anything and I would have folded.”

He smiles lightly, feeling like the weight of the entire world has been lifted from his shoulders. They stare giddily at one another, neither of them wanting to move from this movement.  After another beat, Harry brushes the hair off of Mars’ face and speaks.  “I don’t want to keep you from your job or anything,” he says,  “So I’ll let you go board the plane… just know I’m not letting you go ever again.  And when we get to… where are we going again?”

Mars snorts.  “Dallas.”

“Dallas.  When we get to Dallas I am going to spend every single second loving you the way you’ve deserved from the beginning.”

“And when we’re on this flight?  In the air?”

“I’m going to spend every single second asleep,” Harry teases, pleased with himself when he gets a cackle from Mars that echoes softly through the quiet airport.  “No, I’m going to spend it talking to you.  If I can, that is.”

Mars smiles.  “I’d really enjoy that.”

“It's a date,” Harry nods.

He envelopes her in his arms once again, her head resting perfectly against his neck.  He presses a quick kiss on the top of her head, wishing to stay in this exact moment forever.  

She finally speaks, breaking him from his thoughts.  It’s a bit muffled against his coat, but he hears her just fine. “You know there’s no first class on this plane.”

Harry snorts, pulling out of the hug and shaking his head.  “That doesn’t matter, Mars.”

“I’m just saying!” She raises her hands defensively, a smile tugging at the corners of her lips.  “I hope you know that with me, you’re signing up for a lifetime of flying standby and probably ending up with shitty middle seats.”

She’s joking, of course.  She knows he could buy an entire private aircraft for them if he wanted. But still, he laughs.  “They could tie me to the wing of every plane you ever work on.  Just as long as I get to be with you.”

She rolls her eyes and says nothing, but there’s a glowing, undeniable grin on her face as she shakes her head.

They say a rushed, half-hearted goodbye during which Mars giggles through several tears (and complains about Harry ruining the makeup she’d lazily put on in order to look decent at this hour) and Harry watches her walk away with every step.  Although her back is turned to him, he knows she’s smiling just as hard as he is, and it’s a good feeling.

Even though he can feel eyes on him from the few people in this airport who are actually awake right now, he genuinely doesn’t care as much as he knows he probably should.  

Mars is back.  His sweet Mars. 

---

During the entire boarding process, he scans the plane for Mars.  He gets a brief glance of her in the back of the aircraft, helping an older woman with her bag, and he smiles to himself before taking his seat. 

The gate agent had been kind enough to give Harry an entire row to himself-- despite Harry’s protests and insistence that it wasn’t necessary.  After shoving his duffel under one of the seats in front of him, he pulls out his phone and shoots Mars a quick text.  “I’m in 16D.  An entire row to myself.”

He settles himself in the seat, tucking the things he might need (like his airpods, a good book, and his phone charger) into the seat back pocket in front of him, and tries every now and then to get a good look at Mars in her element.  Unfortunately, the passengers boarding make it a bit hard for him.

Finally, however, he’s able to get a nice long look at her once the main boarding door is closed and Mars finds herself standing right in front of him, performing the safety demonstration.

She tries not to giggle the entire time, pretending not to notice the way he’s smirking at her and snapping photos of her in her demo life-vest.  As she makes her way back to her galley after the demo, she leans into his row and says, quietly, “Sir, don’t bother the flight attendants.” 

It’s another 40 minutes or so before Harry gets to see her again; this time they’re in the air and she’s pushing a beverage cart down the aisle.  He watches her as she interacts with her passengers, effortlessly pouring drinks and making small talk. 

She’s just so good at her job.  The way she speaks makes it sound as though whoever is on the receiving end is the only passenger on the entire plane, but there is a casual and friendly tone to her voice that could put even the most anxious of flyers at ease.  She almost always sounds just on the verge of a giggle, but not in a patronizing way-- more so in a comforting, friendly way.

And he fucking loves it. 

Finally, it’s his turn.  She remains her sweet, professional self, but for Harry it seems she turns it up several notches.  She flashes him a flirty smile, batting her lashes at him as she leans into his row.  “Can I get you something to drink, Mr. Styles?”

He smirks. “I’ll take a vodka soda, darling.  If you don’t mind.”

Mars hums, setting to work immediately.  “Interesting,” she says.  “I thought you didn’t drink on flights.”

“I do when I’m celebrating.”

Mars’ shoots him a look as she scoops ice into the little plastic cup.  “And what are you celebrating, if I may ask?”

“Love.”  Harry doesn’t miss a beat in his response, and the two share a knowing grin before she turns back to the cup.

“I see.”

She hands Harry the cup of ice, placing the napkin on his tray table with expert precision before reaching into a drawer of her cart for a soda water.  “I’m not supposed to do this,” she says, reaching back into the cart,  “but I suppose if you’re celebrating you deserve two.”  She hands him two vodka minis, and he smirks.

“Well,” he says.  “Thank you.  What a sweet girl you are.”

The way her eyes briefly light up does not go unnoticed.  

Harry opens the can of soda and begins pouring, and she drops her professional act.  “I hope the seat isn’t too uncomfy.”

He laughs.  “Not at all.”  He watches his soda bubble up and waits for it to settle.  “It’s actually quite nice.  I didn’t know your airline had such comfortable seats back here.”

She laughs.  “Well.  It isn’t quite first class, but it gets the job done, doesn’t it ?  I’m just glad no one’s bothered you.”

Harry opens one of the minis and begins pouring it into the cup of soda.  “You’re a peach.”

She sighs dreamily, and it makes Harry giddy.  It feels good to make her feel good again.

There’s a moment of silence as Harry finishes pouring the first mini, but it isn’t awkward.  Harry wishes she would stay by him forever.

“By the way,” he says, cutting the silence and stirring the vodka soda delicately, “Vincent sends his regards.”

Mars snorts out a laugh of disbelief.  “What?”

Even Harry can’t help but to chuckle.  “M-hm. Turns out he was working the flight here. Small world, eh?”

“What did he say?” Mars leans in closer, and Harry swears he can feel her embarrassment.  “Oh my god, if he—“

“Nothing bad,” Harry answers nonchalantly, raising the cup to his lips.  “He only mildly threatened me.”

As Harry takes a sip, Mars shakes her head. “Oh my god.”

Harry wants to tease Mars for longer, but he can’t keep up with the act.  He laughs, setting the cup back down and making a brief mental note of the way Mars’ eyes fixate on his fingers for a good three seconds.  “Joking,” he says.  “Although we did talk about you.”

“And?” Mars raises her eyebrows slightly, as if daring to be hopeful that nothing bad was said. 

“Nothing really,” Harry says, and despite his relaxed tone when he speaks, he does mean it.  “Honestly, Mars.  He just asked me where I was headed.  He told me how he knew you, and then we discussed what a great person you are.”

Mars scowls. “I don’t believe you.”

Ignoring her words, Harry continues.  “He told me that losing you would be the greatest mistake of my life. And I said “‘I know.’”  He chuckles. “He also told me how stubborn you are. To which I also said ‘I know.’”

Mars looks away from Harry, seemingly too embarrassed to hold eye contact. “Oh my god,” she repeats.

“In any case,” Harry continues, picking the drink up once more, “he’s a great guy.  And it worked out didn’t it? I made it here.”

Mars finally looks at Harry again, a smile threatening her lips.  Harry smirks. “What?” He asks.

“I just can’t believe it,” Mars replies. “I mean, it’s insane.”

“Not really.” Harry shrugs.  “A man is supposed to do anything for the woman he loves.” 

Mars bites her bottom lip, as if doing so will suppress  the enormous smile on her face.  “You really love me, huh?”

Harry nods sincerely.  “More than I can say.”

Mars lingers, looking at Harry before, at the exact same time, they come back to earth and realize they’re being watched.  Mars clears her throat.  “Is there anything else I can get you, Mr. Styles?”

Harry’s cheeks quirk at the formality, and he hopes Mars doesn’t notice the deep gulp.  He can’t help it, hearing her call him “Mr. Styles” does something to him. 

“Actually,” he says, lowering his voice, “there is one thing.”

Mars blinks, not quite catching on. “Mm?”

“Although,” Harry says quietly,  “Now that I think of it, I’m not certain this airline offers the type of services I’m looking for.”

Mars lets out a loud breath when she realizes what he’s getting at, and Harry beams at her reaction. She glances around her to make sure no one else has caught on, before turning back to Harry. “Well,” she says slowly.   “I’m sure something can be arranged.  All you have to do is ask.”

Harry grins, eyes darting down Mars’ body very briefly.  He reaches up to absentmindedly play at his bottom lip.  “I’m not even sure I have to ask, given the way you’re looking at me.”

 “I’m a very intuitive flight attendant, Mr. Styles.”

“So it would seem.” 

After a beat of charged silence, Harry darts his eyes pointedly to the forward lavatory then back at Mars, wordlessly asking her the question he so desperately hopes she’ll say yes to.

She nods her head so softly, Harry would have missed it if he’d blinked. “I’ll be in the back galley, Mr. Styles.  Come find me once I’ve finished service and we’ll see if I have what you’re looking for.”

The way she says it is very clear and pointed, and she ends with a nod of finality before unlatching the break on her cart and continuing down the aisle.

Holy shit.

Harry squirms in his seat, doing a terrible job of hiding the smirk on his face.  He turns in his seat, eyes lingering briefly on Mars’ backside as she serves the row behind him, before scanning out just how far away that back lavatory is.  He’s going to have to be discreet making his way back there, even though it’s really not even half a plane’s length.  He prays that most people are asleep or otherwise engrossed in the films on their seatback TVs, because he really isn’t quite in the mood (or mental state, to be frank) to take photos and hold small conversations.

Not when Mars looks like that. 

He turns back in his seat and absentmindedly tugs at his now tightening trousers.  Taking another breath to steady himself he pretends to surf through the channels of his TV.  He can’t just up and wait for her in the back, and besides, she still has the whole back half of the plane to get through. 

He squirms uncomfortably as his pants grow tighter and tighter around his groin, and he has to force himself to wait a full 15 minutes before, finally, the soft rumble of a beverage cart being pushed back into its place  up front alerts him that service has been completed. 

He glances around him, and for the most part no one pays him any mind.  He looks up at the non-illuminated seatbelt sign and decides now is as good a time as ever. 

Unbuckling his seatbelt, he rises to his feet.  

He stumbles just a bit when the plane jolts ever so slightly, and he reaches up to hold on to the overhead bins the same way he’d watched Mars do.  Of course, she’d made it seem so much more effortless. But still.  

It feels like the longest walk of his life, especially when he and Mars lock eyes. She can’t hide the grin on her face as she watches Harry make his way to her.  He smiles when he approaches, closing the gap between them as quickly as possible without looking obvious.

“Well,” he says, “hello again.”

Mars giggles.  “Hello.”

Harry subtly reaches forward to touch her arm, brushing his fingertips lightly against her wrist.  “Feels familiar, doesn’t it?”

“I think we’ve done this before,” Mars says, nodding her head with a glimmer in her eye.  “Although I’m not sure I have an apple to offer you this time, Mr. Styles.”

Harry snorts, stepping closer to her and further out of the eyes of passengers.  “How will I manage?”

“Right.  That nervous tummy of yours doesn’t like turbulence, so you don’t like to drink on flights.  Except for today.  When you’re celebrating love.”

Mars’ back presses against the galley counter and Harry smirks, closing in on her. “You remember everything, don’t you?”

Mars shrugs, giggling as Harry places his palms against the galley on either side of her.  “I’m good at my job.”

“Mm.”  Harry leans in, nuzzling against her neck.  He takes in a deep breath, reveling in her scent.  He loves that fucking scent.  She shivers, subtly squirming when his stubble tickles her neck. He kisses just below her ear, and he can feel her gulp.

“We have to be careful,” she says-- so quietly Harry almost misses it. 

“I know,” he mumbles, fingers grazing her hips.  “You’ll tell me if anyone’s coming?”

“Harry,” she says quietly as his fingers dip lower,  “wait.”

He glances over his shoulder immediately, expecting to see someone taking a photo of him or something.  He sees nothing, but he soon feels Mars reach around him.  She takes the curtain of the galley and slides it closed, a little too eagerly.

“Now we’re alone,” she says with a grin. 

Harry hums, resuming where he left off with his fingers teasing at her hips and lowering themselves to the hem of her dress. “But you can still see, yeah?”

Mars cranes her neck a bit, then nods.  “Yeah, I can see.  I’ve got you.”

“Good.” His fingertips trail gently up her thigh, reveling in the way her skin feels warm beneath the fabric of her nylons. “God, I want you.”

Mars hums lightly, head falling back and hitting the bins of the galley lightly.  “I can’t tell you how hard it’s been--” she sucks in a breath when his fingertips graze her center-- “without you.”

Harry doesn’t answer her verbally.  He sucks into her neck, applying pressure with his fingers and beginning to rub little circles against her core.  Whether she realizes it or not, she begins to rock her hips against him, and Harry tightens his grip on the galley behind her.

It’s difficult, doing what he’s doing through the layers of fabric she’s wearing, but neither of them seem to mind.  Mars gasps quietly, then swallows wetly, humming quietly to herself and enjoying the way he’s touching her.

“You know,” she muses quietly, her voice a bit breathless.  “I’ve always kind of had a fantasy about this.”

“Yeah?” Harry breathes, picking up the pace with his fingers.

“M-hm.  Always-- fuck, Harry--  wanted to do this.  In the galley—“ she trails off in a half-moan half-sigh before continuing, “the… the threat of being caught…”

“You like that do you?” Harry whispers quietly in her ear.  He curls his fingers against her clit and she jolts, humming impatiently and continuing to rub herself against him.

“God,” she whines quietly.  “Feels so good.”

“You make the prettiest noises when I touch you,” Harry comments.  “Have I ever told you that?”

Mars swallows, eyes fluttering lazily open. “No one has ever touched me like you do,” she replies.

Harry smiles, leaning in and fastening their lips together once more.  “I’m very sorry to hear that,” he says between kisses, “although I’m pleased to be the only one.”

“It may just be because you love me.”

Harry speaks against her lips.  “I do love you.’

Through a giggle, Mars kisses him once more.  “And I love you.”

Harry pulls away just enough to tilt his head in order to press a wet kiss to her pulse point.  “One more time?” he teases, pulling a loud giggle from her lips.  “Didn’t hear you.”

“Harry--”

“Plane’s too loud,” he mumbles against her neck, before pressing another kiss just below her ear.  “Think you’re going to have to speak up for me.”

“Harry you’re so--”  Mars trails off into a sigh that sounds strangely annoyed in contrast to the sweet giggles pouring from her lips seconds before.  “Hold on.”  She gently pushes Harry off of her, and  he furrows his brows.

“What’s--”

“Passenger.”  She’s peeking through the slit on the edge of the galley curtain, and it’s the only explanation she gives him, but he immediately understands.  He steps away from her, turning his back to whoever is about to enter the galley in hopes he’ll go as undetected as possible. 

Seconds later, someone slowly opens the curtain and enters the galley, and even though Harry’s back is turned he can feel what’s going on.  The person stands there, unmoving, until Mars speaks up.  “Can I get you anything?”

Her professional Flight Attendant voice makes him laugh quietly to himself; such a stark contrast to how she’d sounded seconds before.  

“Uhh…” the person says, and it’s obvious that they’ve just woken up from a deep sleep.  “Bathroom?”

“Bathroom’s gonna be right here!”  He can’t see Mars, but he knows she’s gesturing with an open palm at the fold-out door leading to the bathroom.  He almost wishes he was watching, because this specific type of interaction is one that he’s heard Mars complain about hundreds of times.   “I just don’t understand,” she’d say,  “What is so hard about pulling a door that literally says “PULL” in two different languages?”

Sure enough, seconds later her voice comes again.  “Just pull… nope just… no, see the little slot there? Yeah just pull… no that door… yeah pull that…. No, see where it says pull?... there you go.”

Harry can’t even contain the snort that comes out of his mouth, and when he hears the bathroom door close after finally being opened, he turns around to face Mars.

She seems annoyed, but she’s still got her customer service face on.  “See?” she giggles. “Every time.”

“Don’t know how you do it,” he says, his hand finding its way right back onto her hip.  He pulls her closer into him.  “Would’ve lost my job by now.”

Mars giggles louder, willingly leaning into Harry and allowing him to kiss her cheek.  “You’d be a fantastic flight attendant, Harry.”

“You think so?  Should I apply?”

She snorts.  “Yeah, actually. I think we’re hiring.”

“Mm.”  Harry pinches Mars’ side lightly.  “Only if I can work all of my trips with you.”

“Then no work will ever get done.”

“Sure it would.”  Harry lowers his head to kiss her neck.

Mars rolls her eyes, but she’s unable to hide the smirk on her face.  “Harry…”

They stay like this for a few extra minutes until the loud sound of the lavatory toilet flushing startles them both.  Harry steps away from Mars, giving her bum a playful and light pinch before turning away from her, and the passenger emerges from the bathroom seconds later.

“I figured out why you look so familiar,” comes the passengers' voice.  Both Harry and Mars’ hearts sink immediately.

“Do I?” Mars asks, trying to keep her tone professional and light hearted as possible.

Even Harry turns around slowly to listen.  The passenger nods his head in Harry’s direction, gesturing at him.  “Yeah,” he says, “You’re the girl that’s dating him.”

Harry and Mars share a look of panic, although both do an excellent job to try and hide it.  Mars laughs.  “Well--”

“My sister hates your guts,” the passenger says with a laugh.  “But you’re pretty cool.”

Mars laughs again, awkwardly.  “Well…. I mean… I… sorry to your sister.”

Harry steps closer, a bit protectively, and he opens his mouth to say something, but the passenger speaks again.  

“I’ll have to tell her that I ran into you guys! Can I get a picture?”

“If you don’t mind,” Harry cuts in, “I’d prefer you didn’t.”

The man frowns.  “Oh.  Seriously?”

“Yeah,” Harry replies.  “Trying to keep a low profile and all that.”

“Oh.”  The passenger takes a moment, and Harry feels horribly awkward.  Mars is visibly tense, and Harry hates it.   This is exactly the thing he wants to avoid, for Mars’ sake, and now here it is-- happening at her job.  For fucks sake, maybe he shouldn’t have come here…

“Well that’s okay!” The man seems surprisingly chipper, and Harry glances at Mars, who seems to soften.  “Totally understand.  I didn’t mean to bother you guys or anything.  I just wanted to say like, seeing you guys together is actually really sweet.  You guys have an undeniable chemistry.  I’ve never really been a fan--” he turns to Harry quickly, “--no offense dude.  But like… you two together… I dunno.  My sister’s devastated but, even in all the pictures she showed me, you can see that you guys are happy.  You know what I mean? You seem like cool people.”

Harry smiles as politely as he can manage, wishing he could read Mars’ mind right now.  “Thanks man.”

“Anyway,” the man turns back to Mars.  “Can I get some pretzels?”

Mars can’t help but laugh at his sudden request-- so different from the conversation they’d just been having seconds before.  “Yeah,” she says.  “And just for how cool you’re being, I’ll give you two bags.”

The conversation between the three somewhat fizzles as Mars retrieves the passenger’s snacks for him, and Harry is in complete awe of her.  He has to say, he’s relieved that she’s taken the passenger’s words so well, and he’s even more relieved that the guy seems cool about it all.  Harry apologizes again for not taking a picture, but the man seems cool about that as well, which lifts a massive weight off of not only Harry’s shoulders but Mars’ too, no doubt.

Mars’ anxieties only seem to show themselves the second that the man is en route back to his seat and out of ear shot.  She straightens the galley curtain behind him and lets out a long sigh, her customer service smile dropping so quickly it makes Harry chuckle to himself.  He steps towards her, nudging her hand with his own.  “Are you okay?  Know that was kind of weird…”

“Um…”  Mars takes in a slow, deep breath through her nose, then smiles at Harry.  “Yeah.  No, yeah I’m… that was fine.”

Harry links his pinky subtly with Mars’.  “Yeah?”

“Yeah.  Like… it’s inevitable.  I know that.  And it sucks but it's…” She takes his hand in hers and gives it a reassuring squeeze.  “It doesn’t matter.  None of it matters, as long as I have you.” 

“Gonna do my very best to protect you,” Harry says earnestly.  “I mean it.  Gonna do everything I can to--”

“We’re a team, Harry” she says. “It’s you and me. That’s it.  That’s all I care about at the end of the day.”

Harry smirks down at her, hesitating for a moment.  He glances over his shoulder out at the plane of mostly sleeping passengers before taking Mars hips in his hands and yanking her harshly towards him.  She squeals, stumbling into his arms, and he kisses all over her face.  “I love you,” he says against her cheek.  “I fucking--” against her ear -- “Love you.  So--” her chin “-- fucking--” her nose “--much.”

She giggles against his kisses, fingertips lazily trailing along his sides and his back.  She manages to keep a constant watchful eye on her passengers at all times, even when the kisses become more and more heated.  Harry’s hands hold their tight grip on her hips and he angles them slightly, until her back is pressed against the galley countertop.  She opens her mouth to allow him to lick his way inside, and she grins when his fingertips tickle lightly at the hem of her dress.  

“Gotta be careful,” she warns again, softly.  One arm reaches behind her to steady herself against the counter, while the other wraps around Harry’s neck.   Angling his body so that he’s fully out of sight of the passengers, he ducks his head down to kiss along her neck.

“S’why you’re gonna keep an eye out, isn’t it?”  He gives her thigh a soft pinch.  “God, I wish we had more room on this counter.”

Mars snorts.  “Well, these galleys weren’t exactly made for fucking.”

Harry pulls away smugly, raising his eyebrow slightly.  “Oh, you want me to fuck you?”

“I mean it seems only fair, does it not?”  She grins, leaning back and running a hand through his hair.  “Have you ever joined the mile high club?”

Harry smirks.  It’s a fair question, of course, but he can’t even begin to count how many times he’s “joined the mile high club.”  She senses his thoughts, because she averts her gaze and immediately backpedals.  “That’s probably a dumb question,” she mutters.  “Sorry. I just--”

“Of course it’s not,” he says.  “Don’t apologize.” He clears his throat.  “Yeah, I have. But I don’t know if it counts.”

Confused, she blinks up at him.  “Why would it not--”

“Because it wasn’t with you.  My very own little flight attendant.”

Mars shakes her head, clearly growing flustered under his gaze.  She giggles.  “But surely you’ve been with another--”

Harry kisses her mid-sentence, stopping her in her tracks before her mind can run wild.   She is the only person on his mind, the only one he ever wants for the rest of his life. 

The kiss grows naturally heated, as expected, and Mars’ back bumps against the galley counter again.  Harry reaches up to hold the back of her neck, careful not to mess up her perfectly styled hair, and he smiles against her mouth.  She lets out the tiniest hint of a sigh that, if Harry wasn’t listening, he would have completely missed.  

Mars reaches her hands around his hips, pulling him impossibly closer into her and angling herself subtly so that his knee is gently propped between her legs.

“Darling,” he says, grinding gently against her and lowering his hand.  “Shall we go somewhere more private?”  Mars subtly arches into him, kissing his neck, and his voice shakes when he speaks again.  “I don’t want to--”

“Let’s go.”  She pulls away, her eyes glazed and hungry.  “Please.  I know the lav isn’t that big but--”

Harry smirks.  “Lead the way.”

Mars peaks behind the curtain one last time to ensure no one is coming, then double checks both lavatories.  When she’s certain no one is coming, she opens one and slips cautiously inside.  Harry follows close behind her, struggling to squeeze into the tiny room the moment he takes a step.    He reaches behind him to help Mars close the door, and she fumbles around him to try and reach the latch.  She finally catches hold of it, slides it all the way to the right, the lavatory light brightens just a smidge--

And they are truly, truly alone.

Mars shifts awkwardly.  “I know its tight quarters,” she says, “But if we--”

Harry doesn’t give her a chance to finish her sentence before he’s right back on her.   He presses his mouth to hers, pushing her gently against the sink.  There’s an awkward shuffle-- god, it really is tight quarters-- but he’s hardly thinking of that as Mars angles her body to his. 

The sound of elbows and knees hitting walls can be heard over the wet, kissing noises, but neither seem to care.  Mars half sits-- as best she can-- on the counter and spreads her legs for Harry to stand between them.  His hands slip beneath her skirt, and he can already feel her heat before his fingertips even touch her core.  The nylons she’s wearing add to the sensation-- clearly-- because her head arches back the minute he touches her.  He takes the opportunity to press an open mouthed kiss to her neck.  Even through the added layers of both her nylons and her panties, he can feel her dampness.  He smirks.

Mars jolts, kicking her still high-heel clad foot against the wall and startling them both.  She gives him a sheepish look and giggles.  “Oops.”

Harry pulls her closer so he can get a better grip on her  before hooking his fingers into the waistband of her nylons.  

“Let’s get these off,” he says quietly, lips pressed against her throat. 

Mars shuffles a bit, reaching down to help him pry them off.  She kicks her heels haphazardly off and giggles when she accidentally elbows the mirror behind her.  “This is insane,” she mutters, more to herself than to him.

The minute her nylons are off, Harry shoves them in his back pocket.  He goes right back to kissing her, but is distracted when he notices she’s stepping right back into her discarded heels.  Puzzled, Harry pulls away  briefly, and it takes Mars a few seconds to notice-- obviously too busy with her heels.  When she finally does look at him, she furrows her brows.  

“What?” she asks.  “You don’t think I’m gonna stand barefoot in a lav do you?”  Harry snorts, but she continues.  “You don’t even know half the shit I’ve seen in these things, Harry.  And I mean literal shit.  Among other things.  Lavs are gross.  I can’t even believe--”

Harry’s lips are on hers once again, before she can finish the rest of her sentence. “I love you,” he says, “stop talking about shit.”

They continue kissing, Harry pressing himself as closely to her as he can possibly manage.  His fingers graze the dampness between her legs, rubbing circles that have her shuddering and sighing into his mouth and her nails digging into his shoulders.  She’s grasping desperately at the small surface area of the sink, trying to give herself some leverage, as Harry pushes further against her.

“We don’t—“ she gasps as Harry’s fingers dip into the waistband of her panties. “We don’t have much time.”

“I know,” Harry mutters against her lips, gulping when his fingertips come in direct contact with her wetness.  His other hand wraps loosely around the side of her throat before he curls his fingers around her neck scarf.  “Fuck, you’re wet.”

“Fuck me.”  Her voice is just above a whisper, and she licks her already damp lips, which ghost against Harry’s. “Please.  Please fuck me.”

Her fingers fumble with his trousers, and he lets go of her neck— reaching down to help her remove his pants.  He accidentally elbows the wall for what seems like the hundredth time, but neither of them have time to acknowledge it. Mars jolts, gasping loudly when Harry bites at her neck.  “Careful,” she says, “I’m—“

Harry tugs at her scarf, bringing her lips to his own and pressing a hot, sloppy, open mouthed kiss.  He licks into her mouth, his nose pushing against hers. 

Mars reaches down to grasp at Harry’s dick and his breath hitches in his throat, lips curling into a half-snarl as he tries to keep his balance.  He steps closer to her.  “I haven’t—“ he breathes, gulping mid sentence when she presses his tip to her entrance.  “I haven’t got a condom.”

“We’ll be careful,” she says, but then pulls away with dreamy, half-lidded eyes and an amused smirk.  “You didn’t bring any condoms?”

Harry laughs. “I did,” he says. “They’re in my bag.  Under the seat. I wasn’t exactly planning for—“ he gestures with his hands and Mars giggles. 

“I see,” she says.  She pulls him closer by his jacket, kissing tenderly at his chin and up to the corner of his mouth.  She runs her hand up through his hair, lightly removing the cap from his head and scratching at his wild curls with her free hand. “It’s okay.  We’ll just--” she gasps when he unintentionally brushes her clit,  “We’ll be careful.”

They stay like this, kissing and fumbling in the incredibly tight space.   She takes his dick between her pretty, polished fingers and he shudders when she gives it a squeeze and a few light yanks.  He gulps, letting his mouth hang fully ajar and hanging his head lazily against hers.  

“Fuck,” he mutters.  “Fucking hell.”

“Want to suck your dick,” Mars mumbles.  “Want it in my mouth so bad.”

“No room,” Harry stammers out, eyes rolling back as his head lolls backwards towards the wall.  “Fucking hell, Mars.”

“I know,” she says, picking up the pace with which she tugs and swiping at the precum collecting on his tip.  “Just wishing I could.”

“I wish you could, too,” he says with a chuckle.  “God, baby, when we get to that hotel--”

Mars presses her lips to his again, effectively shutting him up and smirking ever so slightly when he groans into her mouth.  She gives him a squeeze and gently teases the tip of him against her entrance. 

“Gotta be quick,” she reminds him, although they both seem to hate that little fact.

Harry puts one hand on the mirror behind Mars’ head, then wraps his other arm around her lower back for support.  He leans closer to her and pushes himself slowly inside of her.  They both gasp, adjusting to the sudden difference, and although Harry selfishly wants to get right into it, he knows he needs to give Mars a moment. 

“Are you okay?” He breathes. 

Mars, who’s face isn’t visible to Harry, nods. “M-hm.”  Then, she sighs melting against him.  “Fucking missed this.” 

Harry lets out the breath he’s only just now realized he’s been holding, and gulps.  He makes eye contact with himself in the mirror, and he’s overcome with a weird feeling of shame and arousal.  He notes pathetic desperation  in his own eyes that he hadn’t noticed before,  and he has to look away from himself before he starts thinking too hard about how he looks during sex.  “Missed it, too,” he mumbles.

Mars sinks her nails into his back, pulling him closer.  She bites into his shoulder and he grunts, subconsciously jolting at the sharp sensation.  “Fuck, Mars.”

She jolts when his thumb brushes against her clit again, and she rests her forehead on his shoulder.  She half-heartedly rolls her hips, and Harry can’t help it… he makes eye contact with himself once again in the mirror.  He notices the way her hair has begun to fall out of the bun she has it in, and it’s the sexiest thing he’s ever seen.. The arm he has around her tightens its grip, and she jolts again when he unintentionally squeezes at her side. 

“I love you,” Mars says, voice whiny— as if she’s on the verge of tears. Harry gulps, because fuck— if she’s crying he’s definitely done for.  He sloppily brings his hand up her back, before hooking his fingers into her scarf again and giving her a gentle tug. 

She lifts her head and he turns his immediately, open mouth kissing over her cheeks and halfway on her lips before pulling away to once again marvel at the reflection in the mirror.  The way her body moves with his every thrust.  The way she’s leaning into him and loving on him as best she can in their small space. 

“I’m so—“ she starts, mouth opening more as he kisses her. She lets out a loud breath that teeters on a moan, and she has to suck in a gasping breath.  “I’m close.”

Harry can’t even muster up the energy to say anything back, he just gulps and picks up the pace. He revels in the way her breath is hot against his neck, and he only halfway notices the gentle banging of her feet against the cabinet below the sink. 

His orgasm comes quicker than he’d been anticipating, but it starts low and slow at the base of his belly.  He lets out a groan much louder than intended, and he has to inhale sharply through his teeth. “Fuck,” he says, as quietly as he can muster. “Fuck. Fuck.”

His thrusting slows ever so slightly as he cums, and Mars lets out a little hum as she digs her nails further into his back.  “Come on baby,” she whines, so desperately it sounds like she’s about to cry. “That’s it, fuck!”

It’s unclear who is saying what as they both curse against one another’s mouths and necks and shoulders.  And although Harry’s pace has slowed to an almost full stop, his fingers waste no time finding their way to Mars’ clit.  He runs in a few circles, quick and in the exact way he knows she likes, and she gasps. 

“Yes,” she says, louder than intended, and she has to bite into his shoulder again to keep quiet.  He picks up the pace with his fingers despite the small ounce of energy he has left, and he’s almost startled when her orgasm comes.  

It comes with a jolt, and her head is thrown back against the mirror.  She groans, taking her bottom lip between her teeth and squeezing her eyes shut.  It’s taking everything in her to be quiet, and Harry is loving it.

“That’s it,” he mumbles softly.  “That’s my fucking girl.”

Her fingers involuntarily clench and unclench around his hair, and when he once again catches sight of himself in the mirror he’s almost shocked at how disheveled and filthy he looks right now.  His knees nearly buckle when he sees, from the corner of his eye, Mars’ eyes rolling practically to the back of her head. He’s about to ask if she’s okay, but she’s still mid orgasm. And when her eyes open again, he can see she is more than fine.  

She sloppily searches for his mouth with her own, and lets out a sigh of relief when she finds it.  Her legs shake and her walls flutter around him-- slowly coming to a stop.  Her body gradually goes limp against him, and they’re so close to one another that he can feel her heart pounding in her chest as she tries to catch her breath.

Harry’s hand makes its way up her back to cup the back of her head, scratching gently at her scalp as they both try to come down.  Her walls flutter residually around her and he swallows before finally mustering up the strength to ask her, with a raspy voice,  “Are you okay?”

Mars doesn’t answer at first, she just sighs again.  Then, he feels her move slowly, pulling her head back as far as she can to look at him without banging it against the mirror.  She’s smiling, eyes red and cheeks flushed.  Her hair is a mess, and she’s never looked more beautiful.  “I’m okay,” she says, voice hardly above a whisper.  She drapes his cap lazily back on top of his head.  “Are you okay?”

Harry chuckles, reaching up to brush some of her hair off of her face.  “Yeah, I’m okay.”  There’s a brief but comfortable silence, then he speaks again.  “You should see yourself right now.”

She giggles, coming back to her normal self.  “I’m glad I can’t,” she says softly.  She pulls back further, scratching affectionately at the back of Harry’s head.  For a while, they just sit there, smiling at one another.  No words are spoken, but no words are necessary.  They just admire one another’s faces, speaking without words. 

The plane hits a slight bump, causing Mars to fall forward a bit onto Harry.  He stumbles slightly, catching himself, and they both laugh as the seatbelt sign comes on with a ding.

They watch as the symbol of the stickman walking to his seat illuminates on the wall, then Mars clears her throat.  “You should probably return to your seat, Mr. Styles.  The seatbelt sign is on.”

Harry laughs, slowly pulling himself out of her and trying not to pay much attention to how good it feels.  “That it is,” he says.  He clears his throat, awkwardly shuffling to tuck himself back into his boxers and pull his pants back up.  “Well I do hope you’ll return to my seat again soon, miss.  I believe I need a refill.”

Mars laughs, a playfulness behind her eyes.  Once Harry is zipped back into his trousers, he bends as best he can to help Mars back into her nylons.  Sliding them slowly up her leg, he never breaks eye contact.  His lips quirk up into a smirk. “You know how easily I could rip these again?”

Her eyes widen. “No! Don’t! They’re—“

Harry puts up a hand to stop her, a twinkle in his eyes.  “I wouldn’t!” He says.  “Just remembering.”

Mars hesitates, then softens when she decides to fully trust him.  She jumps off the counter and pulls her nylons completely up, adjusting her skirt awkwardly with what little room she has.  Harry tries his best to move around her; a task made difficult with the slight rocking of the plane.  

“Okay,” Mars says, smoothing her hair in the mirror and readjusting a few bobby pins.  “I’ll go out first and see if there’s anyone out there. There shouldn’t be but.. you know.  If there is, I’ll say someone in here was sick and needed my help.  Do I look okay? How’s my hair?”

Harry’s lip quirk up and he opens his mouth to speak, but Mars cuts him off.  “Don’t answer that. I can’t handle another cheeky remark from you.” 

Harry snorts.  “Alright.”  He gestures at the door.  “After you.”

Mars lingers for a moment, just watching him, then shakes her head.  “God, I love you,” she says, more to herself than to him.  She gives herself one last quick look in the mirror, then takes a deep breath.  “Okay.”

With careful hands, she unlocks the lavatory door, causing the lights to dim ever so slightly.  She steps in front of Harry, as if her whole frame can block him from view, and slowly begins to open the door.  Subconsciously, she leans into Harry as she moves, and he has to fully stop himself from taking her hips in his hands and yanking her back into him.

They both peek out at the same time, and are relieved to see that there is no one waiting outside of the bathroom for them.  They both let out a quiet breath, and Mars sneaks out the door before Harry can even react.  

In the silence that follows after Mars closes the bathroom door behind her, Harry lets out a sigh that turns into a chuckle.  He looks at himself in the mirror, and he cannot believe what he’s just done.  

Of course it wasn’t the first time he’d had sex on a plane.  But damn if it wasn’t the best.

He reaches up to run a hand through his tousled hair, trying his best to fix it, and straightens out his cap. Though the lavatory still feels tiny, it’s remarkable how much of a difference he feels now being the only one in the room.  He takes a deep breath, enjoying the way his entire body feels a bit cramped and sweaty.  

After a few more moments that feel like hours, he presses his ear up to the bi-fold door of the lavatory.  When it doesn’t sound like anyone is speaking on the other side, he decides the coast is clear and exits.

The air in the galley is much cooler than in the cramped bathroom, and subconsciously Harry takes a deep breath.  There’s Mars, standing at the galley and restocking soda’s into a galley cart.  She looks unphased, and beautiful as ever.  It’s almost laughable to think what she and Harry just did.  

Mars glances at him, a smile playing on her lips. “Can I get you anything, Mr. Styles?”

“I’m all set,” Harry says.  “Thank you.”

They linger once again for just a split second, and Harry has to physically pull himself away with a laugh and a mutter of “shit” under his breath.  As he walks away, he hears Mars giggle behind him.

He cannot wait to get her alone tonight. 

——

Mars feels giddy when she hears a knock at her hotel room door.  For security reasons, Harry hadn’t been allowed to share the crew van with her and her fellow flight attendants, and he’d sworn it was fine.  He said he had errands to run anyway, and although Mars knew that was nonsense, she let it happen.  They’d said a hurried goodbye, and Mars sent Harry off with a promise to send him her hotel information and room number as soon as she had it.

The wait had felt like ages, but now that he’s here, the anticipation is forgotten. 

 With one last glance in the mirror she giggles to herself and scurries over to the door.  She peeks through the peephole, smiling when she sees Harry on the other side.. 

“Who iiiiiis it?” She sings.

“Special delivery,” Harry responds.

Mars giggles, flinging the door open and practically falling into Harry.  He wraps his arms around her, kissing the top of her head and scratching affectionately at her back.

“Hi,” Mars says, muffled against Harry’s arm.

Harry takes a gentle step into the hotel room, careful to take Mars with him and not trip her.  “Hello,” he says, pressing another kiss to the top of her head.  The door closes behind them with a little help from Harry’s foot.  “Long time no see.”

“Mm.” Mars looks up at him, her chin resting on his chest, before pursing her lips.  

Harry chuckles, leaning down to comply with her silent request for a kiss and continuing to push them further into the room. “You look so good.”

Mars had tried her best with what she’d had in her suitcase.  While she’d opted to leave her fanciest lingerie in her drawer at the crashpad, she had packed a nice lacy thong and bra for this trip in case any opportunities arose.  She wears them now under a long tshirt that grazes her thighs.

Mars laughs, separating her lips from his.  The back of her legs hit the bed.  “Sorry I didn’t pack anything better.”

“What are you talking about?” Harry picks at Mars’ tshirt sleeve.  “This is fantastic.”

“Mm.” Mars says nothing, kissing him again then squealing when he pushes her down on the bed. 

He drops down to his hands and knees, crawling up a very giggly Mars’ body. He stops every now and then, dropping to press kisses against her skin.  When he reaches her neck, he lingers, and she sighs, tilting her head to grant him easier access.  

Her fingers find their way into his hair, and she scratches affectionately at his scalp. “I love you,” she says, hardly audible.

Harry lifts his head and smiles. “What?”

“I said I love you. I wasn’t sure if I would ever get the chance to see you again.”

“That’s silly.” Harry leans down and presses a kiss to her nose. 

“But I was so… I mean when we…” She trails off in a sigh. “I was so mean to you.” 

“Well I wasn’t exactly an angel to you either,” Harry chuckles, lazily drawing a circle on the spot where her tummy meets her hip and smirking when she quivers a little.   “And I will spend every single day of my life making it up to you.” He leans down and kisses her cheek.  “I promise.” 

“You don’t have to,” Mars says. “Harry, I am so sor—“

“Mars.” There’s a bit of a more serious edge to his tone, although he stays smiling. “It happened. It’s over. I love you. That’s it.”

“But—“

“I love you,” Harry repeats.  “That’s it.”

Mars hesitates, then closes her mouth with a giggle. Before she can even think about speaking again, Harry’s kissing her, soft and gentle. There is intention behind his kiss, but it isn’t charged. It’s sweet, and it’s a way to communicate with no words.  Mars smiles, opens her mouth to grant him access, and communicates, as best she can, the feelings swimming around in her heart. 

And as they kiss, what she wants to say is “you’re my soulmate. I don’t think I’ve ever known anyone as special as you. I don’t think I ever will. You’ve transformed my life in ways I didn’t know were possible.  I didn’t know I was capable of being so happy in this lifetime, and I will try every second of every day to show you the same love you have shown me.”

But what she says is, “I love you.”

And when Harry smiles, his hand raising to lovingly cup her cheek, she knows he understands exactly what she means.

[psychic-refugee]

I don’t want to claim that Wenclair as a ship doesn’t exist. Again, I’ve always been a big proponent that fandom is a) supposed to be fun and b) it’s up to interpretation and opinion. The latter makes your ship valid because that’s how you feel. Perhaps it doesn’t make your reasons rational or anchored in canon, but again we go back to a) where it’s supposed to be fun.

I don’t have a problem with Wenclair the ship. I have a problem with Wenclairs the people who have a well-documented history of harassment on non-fandom sites such as Instagram and Twitter of the celebrities in question.

Here are some of the reasons why I don’t specifically see Wenclair/I see a platonic relationship.

Gough and Millar framed Enid and Wednesday as a “sisterhood” and “friendship.” (NME, 24 Dec 2023) This is in DIRECT reaction to being asked about Wenclair. They are the authority of canon as they are the authors of Wednesday and Enid as we know them from this iteration of the Addams Family.

The fact they said its “possible” in the future means Wenclair is not currently true. I also think they were simply being polite and did not want to offend the Wenclairs. Given how badly some react to the possibility of Wenclair not being canon, I don’t blame Gough and Millar for trying to remain neutral about it.

Again, this is Millar and Gough, the true writers and authority of Wednesday.

Secondly, Jenna herself proclaimed no romance. She made an effort in an interview to stress Wednesday had no SO and would have no SO. This is right after joking about Wenclair being a possibility. I believe this is a direct consequence of Wenclairs harassment when they took her words too far and harassed anyone who disagreed with them or threatened the possibility of the ship. (Digital Spy, 8 June 2023)

Emma also wants Wednesday to be single. (Variety, 30 Jan 2023)

There has been no talk, joking or otherwise, of Wenclair being a possibility in almost two years. They in fact seem to be making an effort to not a) talk about it and b) distance themselves from it.

As of this post, none of the cast or writers have done promo for the novel nor have acknowledged it in any way. They also do not follow Meija on socials.

I don’t think it’s a coincidence that a) they completely avoid mentioning it anymore in interviews, b) stressing no romance, c) Jenna quit Twitter because of what I suspect a Wenclair sending her AI porn. (Entertainment Weekly, 25 Aug 2024), and d) Jenna won’t ever come out with who she’s dating. (Vanity Fair, 6 August 2024)

I think all of this ties into Wenclair harassment. (Tumblr, 29 August 2024)

Thirdly, one of my litmus tests of whether something could be platonic is if you switch out person A with a known family member of Person B.

This would be pretty gross, right? To have a “fizzy” feeling for your father? Not to mention the addition of kissing full on the mouth in such a way, TWICE. To me this is a clear sexual reaction on Wednesday’s part and could not be construed as platonic.

Here, if Morticia had saved Wednesday and had this moment, it could still work. It wouldn’t be weird, so this scene is not necessarily romantic.

I think pretty much every interaction with Enid could be replaced by Morticia or Pugsly, and it wouldn’t make it as off putting as the Tyler example.

Meija could have at any point described Wednesday’s feelings while in Enid’s presence as “fizzy” or anything remotely romantic and they chose not to.

If they meant for it to be romantic regardless, they don’t have the confidence to stand by their work and say it outright.

So, unless it’s Game of Thrones where sibling/family incest is the norm, then seeing Enid and Wednesday as platonic is a fair interpretation.

[negligentbabysitters]

Random thoughts on the trailer under the cut (mostly just me saying whatever)

Ha. They actually killed Brooklynn. Apollo gave us all the gift of prophesy.

Yasammy "wanna make a little chaos?" (Another win for the sapphics)

Can we take a moment to appreciate how slay Brooklynn looked in her last moments.

The best designed character shows up for a grand total of eight seconds. Wow.

Also, I personally do not think she's coming back because, like, Jenna Ortega is probably busy, so I really think Brooklynn is dead and gone. Maybe I'll be wrong, maybe she will pull a Ben Pincus in the last episode, but we'll see.

DARIUS BLAMING HIMSELF CAUSE OF COURSE HE WOULD (get this man some therapy, actually, get the whole camp fam to group therapy, they need it)

BUMPER CAR!!! SHES BACK!! MOVE OUT OF THE WAY SAMMY! (That's a joke, I will not tolerate any anti-Sammy propaganda)

Also, look at my boy. Look at him.

Honestly, the new character designs don't look half bad. They're not perfect, but they're nice.

Looks like we get to see Sammy's ranch! (Pretty sure that's where this scene takes place)

Also, the tone is very clearly darker than Camp Cretaceous, which we already know, but it's cool to like see it, yk

PACHYRHINOSAURUS!!!

Call Dino Nerd!

Does that say "over 3x?" ???

Brooklynn and the Allosaurus just making eye contact for a good few seconds before Brooklynn actually starts running.

No, but what's up with that she just stood there???😭😭😭

???

I don't think the audio that plays in this scene belongs to this scene. They're probably trying to throw us off, and that's actually Brooklynn's phone or smth.

I watched the trailer like 80 billion times slowed down and without audio. It's practically engraved in my brain at this point. Someone send help.

Anyway, it looks like there's some sort of shipping... is facility the right word? Idk, they're shipping dinosaurs or moving them off to somewhere I'm assuming illegally??

I've hit the image limit- okay then- will I ever continue this post? Unlikely, I don't have anything interesting to say anyway lmao

[hislittleraincloud]

“You care more that she doesn't fit your perception of a young woman with a possible influence on her fans who doesn't "use" that power…..”

“Leave the girl alone and stop insulting her intelligence, integrity and take on the world.“

“She's just doing what she loves as her job. She lives her life and is not hurting anyone.”

Meanwhile she let her fans destroy her supposed “best friend” career and reputation and basically said he and his character wouldn’t be missed in her Vanity Fair interview or how she ignored their romcom they had together.

(I know OP is talking about her influence on politics and rightfully so, she could have a big impact on politics, just like how Taylor Swift’s influence and endorsement did.)

But she also has a big influence on how her fans act. And the fact that she doesn’t say anything on how they treated him and STILL treat him? And how they continuously insist that she’s gay even though she hasn’t said so? It’s disgusting and she rightfully deserves to be called out for her behavior.

I don’t give a flying fuck if all she does is care about her job, is a workaholic. The way you handle things in times of crisis or serious situations is a poor reflection of your character and self and she desperately needs to work on that, fire her PR team or both.

It’s truly changed the way I see her and I’m starting to not like Jenna as much as I used to. She’s become someone she isn’t.

If I recall, she said it is a "weird redirect" and that "with so many new characters, it will get lost", re: Xavier's absence. Which to me — again, I'm not a White stan, but I'm preeeeetty sure you are — just tells me they're pulling the whole DISTRACTIONDISTRACTIONDISTRACTION! game with that shitload of new characters, and Ortega is playing along. As EP she didn't seem too concerned about saving Ogawa's or the Watsons' jobs either, so...her powers much more likely than not don't go that far. She may be The Face and Burton might love working with her, but not all celebrity EPs are given that much power. Sometimes it's in name/title only, or are lighter in responsibilities than the ones who have to do all of the gruntwork.

But let's talk about those politics. Ortega comes from a conservative Roman Catholic background. Her book has a whole ass faith (religion) section. She was indoctrinated good, because that's how it is in a lot of Latino families. Her father is a cop, too...not just a businessman, as some websites love to say. He's still a cop, as of 2023.

Do people think Jenna's real wide on the left and subscribes to #ACAB? The girl was posting pro-cop/cop sympathy on her Facebook when she was a Disney teen. The Ortegas will always be on that side of the blue line, as well as on the side of Euro-colonization Jesus.

There's always some faith-based language saturating her mother's captions and comments, and Ortega has consistently stated that her mother is a very important figure in her life. Don't people who don't have faith or are non-believers comprehend those that do/are? I'm not sure that they do.

Well. We still have a few years to watch as she grows into real adulthood. I suppose we'll see how she continues to handle fame and the power that comes with it. Until then, I don't think we can blame her for anything surrounding the White situation, or the letting go of the others. She was more than likely told how the studio, the main showrunners, and the other actors should be handling it, since she's the big star of the show and can't be pissing off anyone else at the moment/souring people on such a lucrative IP (like Cynthia Erivo recently did).

[thenextdawn-temporarilyclosed]

SOOO I was thinking it could either be a Wednesday or Jenna fic.

Reader has anger problems maybe like I.E.D and R and Jenna are arguing and R has been at work or something bad happened that day and they are just getting worse. Anyway maybe R did do something awful and Jenna pushes them(little shove) and they continue shouting at eachother, getting in eachother faces and R is quite a tall and big person so they like tower over Jenna, but they full on lose it and slap Jenna round the face.(R takes a step back)Jenna starts crying silently with a shaky hand on her cheek and looking up at R tears in her eyes and just in disbelief, meanwhile R is just paralysed and maybe tries to touch Jenna and steps closer to her but Jenna flinches back and tells R to get out and R just silently nods tears in their eyes and manages to kiss her forehead whilst she is tense. R has gone somewhere just thinking over and over( R may have or still does have an abusive dad and they keep thinking they are like him) .Later they come back and Jenna is asleep on their bed and R slowly walks in and sees a big bruise on her face and just breaks down and slowly strokes her cheek and kisses her forehead and bruise. R knows that they can't sleep in the bed because they don't want Jenna to wake up to them so they sleep on the floor next to her. In the morning she wakes up and sees R on the floor and just sits up in bed and sits on the end of the bed looking back at them. Eventually R wakes up and sees Jenna and they quickly get up and just is speechless(mouth opening and closing like a fish) and Jenna just says "why" and R walks closer to her and asks permission to hold her hand and when they do they kneel down in front of her and just continues to apologise and you can decide what happens. Also maybe when R leaves earlier that morning after slapping her Jenna calls a friend idk who or family and R is close by and that friend or family could see R and confronts them and is angry and R is still crying and that friend or family could punch them but R just allows it yk. Sorry this was so long.!!

Not My Fault

Word count: 1.5K

Summary: request above

Warnings: angst, swearing

Pairing: Jenna Ortega X Fem!Reader

I loved writing this so much! I love writing angst in general but this? Ughhh😍🤍✨

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That day had been extremely tiring at work, everyone was blaming you for doing stuff wrong while you were doing your best. Sure you weren’t the best person for that job but you tried your hardest. Everyone knew yet everyone refused to accepted because they just needed you to get the job done. This has a particular effect on you, having been recently diagnosed with I.E.D (intermittent explosive Disorder) you tried your best to stay calm in these situations, but nothing was working. You’d end up building up emotions and have really bad episodes, but with the help of your girlfriend, Jenna, you always managed to suppress your rage.

However this was not quite the day. As soon as you got home you were breathing heavily, you just wanted to calm down in your girlfriends arms but she wasn’t having any of it as she was working on her laptop. “Jen, please I really need to calm down-“ you said as you walked around the room trying not to go on full rage mode, but it was getting hard. She knew about your disorder and she didn’t seem to care at the moment.“would you just listen to me for a few seconds?” You raised your voice, and she got upset, standing up as she pushed you back. “Can’t you see I’m working? God just leave me alone for a few seconds!” She raised her voice at you. You tried your best not to break and give into your rage but it was getting hard.

“J-Jen please don’t do this to me right now. I need you-“ she was quick to interrupt you. “Yeah, that’s the fucking problem, (Y/N)” she started, you looked at her with tears in your eyes. “You always need me. I can never get a freaking moment alone!” You started breathing heavily again as she yelled at you. You scratched on your own skin trying to control yourself “you need to give me my fucking moments alone!” She continued on full screaming, but at this point you couldn’t even control yourself. With no control over yourself you ended up slapping her hard across her face, making her stumble back.

Suddenly the room went quiet, you froze on your spot and Jenna looked at you, tears in her eyes as she brought a hand to her cheek which stinger a lot right now. ‘What did I just do?’ Was your first thought as you looked at your own hand in utter shock. She was shaking. Jenna was shaking probably with fear and it was all your fault. You had to make up for it. “Jen I’m sorry I didn’t mean-“ you walked closer to her and she flinched back in fear, tears living her eyes as she kept her hand on her cheek, other hand in front of herself to prevent you from getting any closer to her. “Don’t touch me” she stated, with a stern tone. “Babe please, it wasn’t my fault you-“ she interrupted you once again. “Get out.” She said without looking at you.

“W-what?” You asked her, tears staining your own face as well. “I SAID GET OUT! (Y/N) GET THE FUCK OUT OF HERE” (let’s be honest, this part reminded me of the scream movie) she yelled at you, hand still grasping her own cheek as she cried and looked at you, you could see nothing but fear in her eyes. You put on your coat and left, going to a nearby park no one ever went to. You knew what you did was wrong, and you didn’t want to, but you had lost control of yourself. Jenna knew that you could lose control, but she never expected you to throw yourself at her.

Here you were, kicking trees in that abandoned park as you kept on thinking you were like your father. ‘Am I like him? Is this why I have no friends? Is this why I might be loosing Jenna?’ Your head was filled with these questions to which you had no answer as you kept on kicking trees. Then suddenly, you heard a voice. “Taking out your frustrations huh?” You turned around, Percy was standing close to you as you stopped punching your tree. “Did you talk to Jenna? How is she?” You immediately asked him, puffy eyes from crying, he looked at you with an expression that was a mix of disgust and pity.

“Well how do you think she is? Her girlfriend just slapped her across the face, she’s shocked. You should be ashamed of yourself” he stated, and you knew he was right. He couldn’t have said something else. “I wasn’t myself Percy! I lost control, I didn’t want to but I did, I didn’t realize what I was doing!” You stated as you walked closer to him, which only got him to throw a fist at your face in return, which made you fall backwards. You didn’t fight back, you knew you deserved it. “She knows about your disorder, she has always told you to go to therapy because her help wasn’t enough. Now if you end up losing her, that’s on you” he said and left, leaving you there. The punch had hurt your jaw, but you knew you definitely deserved it.

You stayed at the park for the whole day, waiting for night to come so that you could go back home and sleep on the couch, without waking Jenna up. It was after midnight when you came back home, each light in the house was turned off which made you sigh of relief. You walked in what should be your shared room, as you walked to Jenna’s side of the bed. Her eyes were swollen, nose tip red and dry lips. You saw that the slap you gave her caused a huge bruise to cover her whole cheek, which only made you disgusted in yourself that you hit her with so much force you didn’t even know you had. You knew she had a deep sleep so you took advantage of the moment to kiss her bruised cheek and forehead, before going to the living room and sleep on the couch.

You didn’t sleep the whole night and you were up at first lights, but you stayed laid down on the couch. You kept thinking about Percy’s words. ‘If you end up loosing her, that’s on you.’ You knew he was right, and deep down you hoped that you wouldn’t loose her. You would break if you did, even if it was indeed your fault. You were up making coffees for you and Jenna after a couple hours when you heard Jenna come out of the room. You looked at her, hood over her head, eyes puffy and swollen still filled with tears. You wanted to talk to her, say something. Yet none of the words you had in mind came out. She looked at you and you could just say she was on the verge of tears.

“Why…?” She asked you with a raspy voice, you knew it was because of all the crying. She hadn’t specified the subject of the conversation, but you knew she was asking you why had you slapped her. “Jen, I’m so so sorry” you started again, tears making their way up to your eyes. You stepped over to her, but she flinched again so you stepped back again. “Babe I’m so so sorry” you started crying as you looked down. You knew now that she was gonna push you away from her. “I could blame my disorder, but I don’t really know if it’s that anymore… all I know is that I fear that I’m becoming more like my father..” she knew about your father, but she also knew that you were nothing like him. However she said nothing.

“I never meant to hurt you. I didn’t do it on purpose Jen I swear-“ by now you were sobbing and you got to your knees. you just wanted to hold her in your arms, but now you were scared to hurt her. “Please give me another chance-“ you said in between sobs and looked at her. She was quiet for a while until she wasn’t. “…come here” she said, her voice making you stand up. “Are you sure?” You asked sniffling. “Yes, I’m sure… hug me please” she said, you could see she was about to break again so you pulled her in your arms. You hug was loose at first, you were too afraid to hurt her. But she was the one to tighten the hug. You tightened it as a consequence and soon enough the two of you pulled back slightly, though still remaining in the hug as you brought a hand to her cheek, gently caressing the bruise. “I’m sorry…” you whispered and she smiled slightly at you.

“It’s okay honey… but promise me that you’re going to therapy now” she said and you smiled slightly. “I promise.”

[katherineholmes]

Many Caroline fans are always calling Elena a "bitch" for falling in love with Damon even though (according to them) Elena was aware of the sexual abuse Caroline suffered when she was under Damon's compulsion. However, I see virtually no Caroline fans complaining about how fucking selfish and cruel Caroline was to have sex with Klaus, even though he was responsible for making Elena's life a living hell. Not only did he kill Jenna in front of Elena, but he also tried to kill Jeremy, KILLED ELENA in the ritual, forced Isobel to kill herself in front of Elena for the sheer cruelty of doing so, and also made Tyler his slave and then killed Carol.

And in fact, Elena is ALSO another r@pe victim of Damon. I have nothing against Caroline, but her fans are extremely sexist and even misogynistic when it comes to Elena or even Bonnie.

Trigger Warning : Discussions of non-con, abuse.

Okay, first of all, hello, I got this ask such a long time back, and I'm really sorry about how long it has taken me answer it.

So, I wanna break this down before I answer this. All three of them - Bonnie, Caroline and Elena are victims of the vampires on the show. And pretty much everyone on the show has been wronged by someone or the other, even Klaus. All I'm trying to say is that the show itself pits a lot of victims, especially female victims, against each other. Mostly in order to prop up men, which is why I think that TVD is rooted in misogyny.

So I'm not going to blame either Caroline or Elena, but the message you sent is very compelling, and I want to dissect it a bit.

The 'Delena' of it

Let's get to the root of it - is Elena selfish for loving Damon? I recently saw a similar question on Reddit (two minutes of silence for the time I waste lurking on that site), and I honestly could not even read it, because of some of the takes I saw. But the root of it is this - Elena is traumatised teenager trying to hold on to every last person she has left.

I saw a meta about Elena having prolonged grief, and I agree, it feels as if her grief and her survivors guilt, is almost pathological. Within the show, she seeks one particular thing from her parter - immortality. Her entire family, with the exception of Jeremy, is dead. Of these she has seen her parents, Isobel and Jenna die in front of her. It is not only grief that she feels over these losses, it's also helpless, desperation, and a lot of trauma. In these situations, she essentially a person watching a train crash - on the sidelines, desperate to help them and save them, but helpless to do so.

Because of this trauma, she seeks to include people in her life that are immortal, and hard to kill. Be it Stefan, Damon, Caroline and Bonnie who's a powerful witch, as opposed to sending away Jeremy - someone who's mortal and can be hurt. She actively keeps an inner circle of supernatural beings around her because it's hard to lose them, and tries to distance the mortal ones - like Matt and April.

So it makes sense, that when she feels that she can't be with Stefan any longer, she is drawn towards Damon. Damon who takes the notion of death lightly, and plays with it, and has survived a lot. (A lot of this has to do with the sire bond, but we'll get into that some other day). But as it is, Elena feels safe with Damon because he is tough to kill, and it isn't selfish for anyone, let alone her, to seek security within a relationship. And to her, security is to not go through that grief or pain again.

Damon and his abuse of Caroline

Having said what I just did about Elena feeling secure with Damon, that's mainly according to her priorities and her specific trauma. Because yes, watching someone die, or being a spectator to trauma is also traumatic.

But, Damon isn't really safe, for anyone. Not even Elena. But he was particularly unsafe for Caroline. When we first see Damon meet Caroline, we see him charming her (because a seventeen year old girl is easy to charm), we see him flirting with her and going back to sleep with her. The scene then cuts to Damon biting Caroline and feeding on her - in the middle of sex. And she is traumatised, at which point he compels her and presumably this goes on. In the morning, she tries to run, he compels her again and then they go back out, behaving like a couple.

Now, the show runners themselves have never, ever acknowledged this as rape but it is rape. And we can see that, but Caroline never calls it rape - because she can't, and every time, Damon's abuse of Caroline is brought up, it is called abuse. It's said that Caroline is Damon's 'blood bag', she herself says that and calls herself his errand boy, but nobody ever calls it rape.

When Elena asks Stefan what Damon is doing to Caroline, he says that Damon is compelling her to feed on her. And we never see Elena and Caroline talking about it. So, in terms of the material that we have been presented with, we can conclude that Elena doesn't realise that Damon raped Caroline, because here's the thing, nobody on the show ever calls it rape. Not just in regards to Damon and Caroline, but in regards to Damon and Andy as well. Or Katherine and Stefan.

In a nutshell, TVD has a lot of consent issues, and straight up non-con, but it never addresses that, the narrative itself doesn't, and so we cannot hold a single character responsible for not seeing it. And if we can, then where is this energy when it comes to holding Stefan responsible for enabling Damon? Or Alaric - the grown man who hangs out with a rapist?

The 'Klaroline' of it

Klaus is the worst. He's a killer, he enjoys physically and psychologically torturing people, he literally enslaved his hybrids, then killed said hybrids just because they wanted to be free, killed his mother (who admittedly isn't mother of the year either), carted his siblings in boxes, and laughed when Finn expressed his trauma from being daggered for nine hundred years. Klaus is horrible, but he's arguably one of the best characters on the show, and is probably the best villain.

But he showers Caroline with affection. A lot of it, I think at least at the beginning, is love bombing. And while Caroline isn't amused by it, she is a little enamoured by it. She really is attracted to him, and doesn't like it. The thing is, Klaus is a lot like Damon, but he also cares about Caroline, and saves her life. Caroline is also traumatised, and has this belief that she'll never be anyones first priority - and I'll be absolutely clear on this, I'm not saying that Caroline isn't anyone's first priority, I'm saying that Caroline thinks so, and whether it's true or not isn't relevant to this particular conversation.

But Klaus at certain points, prioritises Caroline. And she's enamoured by this. When they fuck in the woods, he is only there for a day, and she wants to fulfil her desires, and maybe, get it out of her system, see what it's like. But, and I'm not sure of this, I haven't seen it discussed anywhere nor do I know Caroline's character enough to know if this is true, but I think sleeping with Klaus is Caroline's way of feeling in control.

Klaus is a lot worse than Damon, and she wants to feel in control with him, the kind of control she never had with Damon, as part of a trauma response. I'm not saying it's only a trauma response, but that part of it is. It's okay if anyone disagrees with this, or anything in this post, but this is my opinion. But, in either case, I'm not going to call it selfish.

There is a larger discussion here about what is selfishness, and it's always bad to be selfish, and whether or not a character being selfish should be a hindrance to liking them, but I digress. That's for another discussion.

Damon and his abuse of Elena

In episode 1x03 or 1x04 of TVD, Damon compels Elena to kiss him, but she's wearing vervain, so she doesn't get compelled. But honestly, Damon was so in love with Katherine, that he could've done anything to Elena simply because they look alike. In s2, he tries to break her hand, and physically abuses her, and throughout her relationship with Stefan and s3, he continually hits on her. In the end, she has no choice but to accept his behaviour.

In s4, he tricks her into blood sharing, and sleeps with her when she's sired to him. It's definitely sexual abuse, dub-con at best, but it isn't discussed because that clusterfuck of a plot point, the sire bond, is fucking weird. Elena is basically enslaved to Damon, like the hybrids are to Klaus, and no consent in this situation can ever be freely given.

So, I agree, Damon abuses Elena but it is never addressed, because the sire bond is presented, according to narrative, as a romantic thing.

In conclusion, a lot of TVD is rooted in misogyny, in fact the entire concept of 'who deserves Elena' is highly misogynistic because it treats Elena as an object to be coveted rather than a person. And so, it makes that quite a few fans are also misogynistic, but there's nothing we can do about it. Like I understand your frustration, and I'm right with you about Elena being hated for the most ridiculous reason, and I wish there was something we could do about it, but there isn't.

Thank you so much for sending this ask, it got me thinking about a lot of things, especially cause I'm neither a Klaroline nor a Delena shipper.

[adidegmez]

spn s11 spoilers

s11 ep1(out of the darkness, into the fire)

crowley isnt dead he cant be. yes he is still alive. old dean is back. i love him he might be tough but he is sweet carina and kind and funny… sam is sick. baby has the mark!!and the darkness which makes sense.

s11 ep2(form and void)

A demon(king of hell) came for exorcism, perfect. poor jenna i liked her. im glad sam find the cure. cas will be better, hopefully.

s11 ep3(the bad seed)

Rowena is very short compared to Sam. Actually, everyone is much shorter than Sam, but I don't know, the height difference between the two is too much. Next to Sam, I would be like Rowena. he is too tall. Cas survived, finally.

s11 ep4(baby)

baby. baby is their home. baby is their happy place. i love seeing them happy. i needed seeing them happy, it was nice. john! werepire, i love dean so much. i would want to ride baby. if dean knew what she did he couldve killed her. this ep made me feel like i was with them in the baby. He shot the sheriff's deputy. ghoulpire:). The baby suffered as much as Dean and Sam. i thought we would see Chuck.

s11 ep5(thin lizzie)

finn wolfhard. I've never seen anything with him in it before but I know he's in Stanger Things and Ghostbusters. I didn't know we'd see him here. Len is a good guy. what happened to crowley?

s11 ep6(our little world)

cowley became an uncle but he acts like a father. dean and crowley they were bff's(in crowleys eyes). i hope they could still be friends. why didnt sam kill demons?

s11 ep7(plush)

i love donna. Sam is right to be afraid of clowns, by the way. is Charlie really dead? i still cant believe she is dead.

s11 ep8(just my imagination)

i knew about sully (because i saw spoilers,again). i thought this ep was going to be funny. and dean blames himself, again. dean is the best big brother. i kmow sam is dealing with something but all i can think about is dean. lucifer is coming, god isnt. The boys never found complete peace. They probably won't be able to access it until they die. I really want them to be happy but it seems impossible. Sometimes they have small happiness but it is not enough.

s11 ep9(o brother where art thou?)

amara finally became the darkness. if lucifer is in the cage where is michael/adam. hi luci. lucifer might be the most terrifying thing in this Show(especially in this episode). Dean should go to Sam as soon as possible. Did Rowena cast the spell wrong on purpose? Dean has to be there if Sam is going to say yes to Lucifer. If God comes, he will deserve every bad thing that happens to him. How many times was the world destroyed? He did not interfere with anything. he still doesn't interfere. Amara may be a little right, her brother betrayed her after all. Of course, there are parts where Lucifer is right. It's better if he doesn't come from now on. Where and what was he doing all this time?

s11 ep10(the devil in the details)

voicemail was funny. well, lucifer is not that terrifying now. but in cage he was. im not sure the darkness is the bad guy. i knew cas would be the vessel to lucifer someday but i didnt know it was today. wow. cas will be back(hopefully). rowena is dead im not upset. she really hates crowley. i hope lucifer can beat the darkness.

s11 ep11(into te mystic)

They had an deal but never followed it. But once Sam complied. Why? I still can't understand this. Dean was in purgatory. If he was in heaven, I would understand, sam would say Dean is in a good place and leave it, but Dean was in purgatory and suffered a lot. Why didn't Sam save him? dean is the vulnerable one. the darkness threw him off balance. and cas(lucifer) misha is so good. and jensen and dean he is georgeous. I can't take my eyes off him, most of the time I just look at Dean in every scene he is in. There are 4 seasons left and I want to see as much of him as possible.

s11 ep12(don't you forget about me)

jody and alex they deserved to be happy and they found eachother and now they are happy. and claire. dean and his love for food. claire is like a sister to winchesters, they are hilarious together. I miss the old plate, I still can't get used to the new one. I can't even say it's new anymore, but KAZ 2Y5 was different, idk. It was used for about 2 seasons, but I liked it more.

s11 ep13(love hurts)

dean has a death wish. what is he doing. why is he risking his life for others? well thats because this is who he is. still i want him safe. i didnt think dean would tell the truth to sam.

s11 ep14(the vessel)

i still cant believe Charlie is dead. misha is amazing. im scared. lucifer makes me anxious. well, at leat they kearned about lucifer. boys went through so much they still suffer, when can we just see them happy? i want cas back.

s11 ep15(beyond the mat)

dean was deppesed at the home but when he is on case, he is in a completely different mode. he sure knows how to hide his feelings. he does this perfect. Still, it makes me happy to see him happy. i love dean so much. sometimes he acts like a little boy(These scenes are one of my favorite scenes). i dont trust the demon who helped crowley. im glad he is out but i think lucifer wanted him out. did crowley really believed her? he looks disappointed. well, in the end he got away. dean:). The good characters on this show have all done something bad at least at some point in their lives. but they always tried to fix it. And that's what I love about this show.

s11 ep16(safe house)

i missed the old guys(They'd definitely be mad at me if they heard me call them old). i loved them so much. Why did the woman hide the scar on her daughter's leg and didn't tell the Winchesters? its really nice to see bobby and rufus again. dean is bobby, and sam is rufus it fits. sam and dean, of course they are bobby's boys. Dean was very confident that he would win rock paper scissors. but he still lost. Both of their facial expressions were perfect. dean is soft with kids. I love this side of him so much. i know winchesters will be safe, they'll beat the monsters but what if they cant this time. I assume bobby and dean saw each other since they were out of time in the nest. I'm glad bobby and dean were able to see each other again.

s11 ep17(red meat)

When we jumped to 48 hours ago, I thought we would only continue with that time. This time they chose a different narrative style. and i liked it. im gonna kill corbin. he killed sam. he cant be dead i know but still he killed him, well mabe he is dead, but he will come back. they always do. sheriff shot dean. sam how are you alive? i knew he wouldnt die that easy but dean checked he thought he was dead. how is he alive? i thought dean would try to contact crowley or even lucifer. wow sam was amazing. He killed 3 werewolves despite being seriously injured. and ran. dean didnt talked about billie because he knew sam would kill him for that. winchesters really do anything for the other one(exvcept one time sam didnt and i really cant undertstand why).

s11 ep18(hell's angel)

Why did Crowley kill that man? ruth conell! i knew we would see rowena again. but she is with the darkness. misha is amazing. lucifer is funny. Jimmy carries a demon, an angel and the devil inside him. he is really strong. of course you'll bring cas home. he'll come back. he has to.

s11 ep19(the chitters)

i thought jessie saved his brother in 19.. . at first i thought they were dean and sam. i think dean thought about john. when he was talking about revenge. I have many things to say about John, but I'm lazy right now. I can only say that I still don't hate John right now, I see that people in the fandom hate him a lot. revenge broke him. But he still tried to do good things for Dean and Sam. Most of the time he couldn't make it happen, but he tried and wanted it to happen. And I think that's enough not to hate him for now at least.

s11 ep20(don't call me shurley)

hi Chuck:) . i knew he would be god someday. but i don't know if he was God from the beginning or if God took his body in later times. i thought he would come in later seasons. i didnt think he would come this season. He spills beer on his shirt and irons it. perfect dean, perfect. metatron was good then power corrupted him. now whe is trying to convince god to save people. he is right. i think i like him more than chuck(god). Was Chuck just an act from the beginning? This is what I can understand from here. Metatron defends humanity. I guess he always loved humanity. especially their work. Was Sam having the amulet from the beginning?!! i dont know what to think about chuck. He could have done so much, he could have prevented so many bad things, but he didn't. only now intervened When there is no hope left. and again dean and sam was suffering. they almost died again. i think metatron saved the earth.

s11 ep21(all in the family)

kevin!!!!! the pain in deans eyes… donnt cofuse me with your dad … at least john winchester tried to protect his kids. Chuck did nothing and He still wouldn't have done anything if it wasn't for Metatron. He would let everything disappear. Did Chuck's hand shake when Sam was talking about Amara fog, or was it just me? yes, the mutant Ninja turtle:). i love dean so much. i know i say this a lot but these scenes make me so happy. I wish Dean treated Chuck the way Percy Jackson treated Zeus. There is Poseidon to protect Percy, but no one can save Dean from Chuck (except Amara, but Dean prefers Chuck to Amara), so he tries to show respect. rip metatron. he sacrificed himself for the universe. i knew Chuck would save them. Because who else could save them? father son Reunion.

s11 ep22(we happy few)

Chuck and lucifer I can't stop laughing. Chuck know his son well. boys dont know what to do. I think the Winchesters are reviewing their lives right now. From simple monster hunting, they fell into the middle of the drama between God and Lucifer. lucifer is a teenager. Of course, Crowley is trying to take advantage of the situation. Chuck is acting like a mom. The apology scene is so good, especially the part where Dean and Sam explain the apology is my favorite. lucifer is happy now. he got his apology. Of course Sam is trying to sacrifice himself. It was going to be either Dean or Sam anyway, but since Amara and Dean had a bond, this job was left to Sam. i dont think ucifer s permanently dead. he'll retur probably. did she just kill god?! what happened to crowley? Did he only hit Amara once? i cant think anyone that could save them now.

s11 ep23(alpha and omega)

carry on gains more and more meaning every season. i love it so much. cas is back! cas is their brother and i like it. Did only the Man of Letter members in America die? Are there still other members in other countries? Dean's imitation of Rowena was very good and funny. amara is just confused. her brother betrayed her because of who she is. this really feels like the end. i know its not but still it was never like this. this Show is always about family, especially siblings. there is always dean and sam then Michael and lucifer now god and the darkness. its really beautiful. i like this ending. i knew mary was coming back(i saw spoilers, again) and i know that this isnt good. she should've stayed dead(like dean and sam remebered her). sam isnt dead. he cant be. Charlie didnt come back i still cant believe she is dead. I don't think I will ever believe it. even mary retuned why cant she.

[cobaltperun]

The new EF chapter?? hello??

i want to go on a rant again and maybe I'll probably do that , so again if you don't like it just tell me and I'll stop cause this is just a jumble of feelings that i felt after reading this.

The whole unscripted kiss? i am still fucking reeling from it cause jenna felt a tender moment between them and went straight for it😂

the whole feelings regarding the kiss was amazing too.loved it. Imagine them doing an interview in the future and just going , "Yeah , our first kiss was actually an unscripted one and it never made it in the movie💀" and their fans going absolutely crazy over it.

Reader having insecurities?? At this point i am ready to read a fic abt Reader × reader😂😂 doesn't even makes sense, but you write your Y/Ns totally amazing and badass and i know in the EF Universe, almost everyone is in love with her .

Barbara has officially won me over and i fucking love her. To sum up my entire feelings for her in a single line - I WISH WE ALL HAD A BARBARA IN OUR LIFE.

The whole event thing after that? that had my mind racing as fuck. i read up until that part and had to leave cause my lunch ended. My mind was filled up with thousands of different theories. it went from reader having a girlfriend to reader going to do drugs to reader having a child and god i don't even know what i cooked up in the span of 4 hours😭😭😭

Jenna stopping her from going to the said event? Just the bond that they have formed over the span of 2 months and being so comfortable and in sync with each other is absolutety beautiful to read and i need you to know that your writing is absolutely amazing like i am lacking the necessary words to describe it.

The whole balcony scene that you changed from the originals🥺 Mikey teasing the absolute shit out of reader and jenna😂😭 loved that as well..

I think you elaborated on the scene where jenna falls asleep on reader during filming cause i know in the original EF there was a line regarding the same so i can definitely say i am all here for the extended version!!

And reader going to underground fights?!? You weren't lying when you emphasized on the giving reader unrelentless trauma😭😭 I can't wait to see how she navigates through it.

This turned out to be way too fucking long and you can absolutely ignore it. i would not blame you. Seriously.

Anyways, hope you are having an amazing day!

Please take care of yourself and drink enough water!! ❤️

Love you❤️

-👾

If I don't like it? Way too long? My friend, I feel confident saying you are every writer's dream come true! I LOVE THIS! I LOVE YOU! 😁😁💙💙

This could be the very last interaction I get for EF and it would be enough to keep me writing this story until I get it done, that's how much I fucking loved reading this! I swear, if your next ask was you requesting me to write an x reader story for a character I knew nothing about my question would be: Where do I learn about this character? I would not hesitate to jump into a story the size of One Piece!

If I ever ignore or get bothered by an ask/reply/message/anything like this know I have either gone crazy or that isn't me.

And you're still not back at full health! And... and... I love you, I 100% love you. How are you, by the way? Any better?

Now, guess I should actually respond to this. Jenna absolutely did just go for it, hell, she nearly went for it again 🤣🤣 what can I say, she's got it bad. Speaking of fans, should I, once say Wednesday comes out, start including fans in the story? Because yeah, I imagine they would be going crazy over that information.

Stop! Reader x reader would be so damn funny? How would that even work? 🤣🤣 like, at that point I'm just writing a second point view original book 🤣🤣

Yeah, we all need a Barbara. I'm really happy with how she is turning out and you can bet you'll be seeing more of her in the future, especially between projects.

Look, I have never paid much attention to Mikey's interviews, but somehow I feel like she would tease them. And it feels funny considering the roles they play 🤣

Yeah, that scene was mentioned in EF originally, and considering what happened in this chapter I felt like that was needed, for more than one reason.

And finally, the trauma, oh, my dear 👾, you didn't see anything yet, that's just the tip of the iceberg.

Once again THANK YOU SO MUCH! I LOVE YOU!!! 💙💙💙

Edit: I did not just miss answering two whole paragraphs 😅🤣 that's what I get for doing it on my phone. Yeah, having to stop at that point where Reader goes: "I'm in" is unfortunate but you really went wild with the theories. A child? Damn 🤣🤣🤣

Jenna stopping her scene went through so many versions in my head, but I'm happy with the one I wrote, and from the looks of it you love it, so thanks! 😁💙💙

[eaglefairy]

Back to finish Chapter 2!

"Noah! I thought you were a girl at first, I'm sorry." Well, technically she still does (via N)! She just doesn't know it!

She loves Noah's moves in the flashback cutscene of how he got the red sword

Oh wow, I can already see traces of N in even the early cutscenes. Riku accuses Noah of cowardice for only thinking of himself and yeah!!! That's N!!!

Manana: "What friends afraid of, hmm?" Roommate: "Ethel. She's coming to kick our ass."

"Did they bring the whole fuckin robot out? Oh they--OH they brought the WHOLE robot to us huh."

My roommate has been lovingly ragging on Ethel and Colony 4 for not questioning anything about the weird black fog monsters but now she's really going off next to me because Riku and Manana still just look normal next to the party

I forgot how awesome the whole fight with K and the other Ouroboros awakenings are. We're just having a great time

And then after the battle Noah shows how different he is from N already, by sending on the Consul

Sena's description of the Agnian Queen just made my roommate think that she's Gormotti, but like. Yeah I can't blame her for that one. Now if she actually sees the Agnian Queen and doesn't suspect anything, then I'll be very entertained

Roommate, entirely unprompted: "I would write self-insert fanfiction with Taion."

Yeah lmao she just realized that the Kevesi Queen is wearing a mask

She saw the Agnian Queen and NOW she's gotten the plot. One single word out of her mouth and she was like "Wait, NIA?!" and then whirled around and said "Does Jenna Coleman, perhaps, voice a particular character in this game?"

"I did not spend 100+ hours maining Nia through xenoblade 2 to not recognize her from the first word!"

And she's immediately like "so they're brainwashed or something, right? They'd never do this willingly" which was also my reaction when I played lol

(Oh yeah fun fact: I absolutely forgot that the Agnian Queen is on-screen at this part because I hadn't played 2 when I played 3, so I just. didn't recognize her.)

In a single moment of self-awareness from me across these three playthroughs, I caught myself and refrained from explaining my headcanons about how exactly Nia would rise to a position of political power like Queen because there are a lot of assumptions in there that my roommate has not quite come to yet!

Roommate: "I love how they said their Queen is regal and graceful and poised, and then it's supposed to be Nia. Like that of all things is tipping me off that it's not the real her, Nia is a gutter rat."

J walked up in the cutscene and my roommate just laughed and called him short. (This twist is so well-done, I had no idea it was coming my first time through.)

Lmao I forgot that Ethel recommends the central ocean as a route to Swordmarch. They could just speedrun the game if they don't get ripped to shreds

Oh I forgot to mention it earlier but Consul K says "coup de grace" so we decided that France is real in xenoblade. Do with that what you will.

[mulderscully]

I need help processing my dislike of River. At first I thought it was because I loved Rose/Ten so much that I couldn’t accept any other relationship, but then Clara showed up and I instantly loved her and the Doctor.

I don’t understand why I find River/the whole thing so off putting?

man, i really don't want to shit on doctor/river bc i have a lot of mutuals who ship them but i will explain why i don't like their relationship in a respectful way.

so personally, for me, it was never about ten and rose because i always loved tentoo and rose, and felt like they got the best ending possible. i felt (and still do) that the version of the doctor who loved rose so much died when ten regenerated. so, i was actually pretty excited to see their relationship and watch the doctor fall in love again.

then, i just did not like them.

i have various reasons for this:

1. i don't feel like matt and alex had very good chemistry. which makes sense, they didn't do chemistry reads. i think they are both fantastic actors, but there was no spark between them for me which i think is in part because how eleven is written as completely differently from how he is described by her when she meets ten for the first time.

2. i really cannot get invested in their relationship when i feel like the doctor is not invested in it either. i just... don't feel like he loves her. and i don't really blame him because he doesn't actually know her, or he doesn't known that he does know her. or who she really is at any given point. we don't see them fall in love so how can we believe it? we're just TOLD instead of shown, which is my #1 turn off when it comes to ships. they may be married, but he is not devoted to her. and he TRIES. like he asks her to travel with him, but of course she can't so how can their relationship ever be organic? it can't.

3. the overall premise is weird. i feel like he was essentially manipulated into marrying her. he meets her, he knows they're married so now he is trapped into this fate. it doesn't matter if he loves her, it doesn't matter who she is: she knows his "real" name so that means she's his wife. river loves him as almost this god like figure, when the whole point is that the doctor is just Some Guy. and bc of this he has power over her. that, to me, is icky. it's also icky that he married rory and amy's daughter, who he knew as an infant but moffat does this with every love interest the doctor has. has him meet them as kids, and i hate it every time. i hated it with rose and clara too, but with melody/river it's weirder bc it's not a passing thing: he KNOWS them. like why 🤢

i have other issues but those are my main ones.

it sucks because i actually like river as an individual character when she gets to shine on her own. i think alex kingston put her everything into it and i think she deserved a better and more empowering storyline.

i am also a doctor/clara shipper, and while i do feel that there are some issues in how their relationship was written when i met clara i felt this huge sigh of relief because i felt like THIS is the doctor actually falling in love again. this is in part because jenna had great chemistry with both matt and peter, but also because while their relationship becomes toxic and dangerous to them and everyone else because of their love and devotion to each other, that is explicitly addressed and handled appropriately imo.

anyway. that's my pov. i'm excited to see what lays ahead for the doctor now that rtd has the freedom to make him explicitly mlm tbh!

[visualnovelzombie]

Furry Visual Novel Book Club: Echo Week 17 Spoilers

Hi everyone, here is the SPOILER discussion post for “Echo - TJ’s Friday”

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A short update today, as the finale is about our usual reading length. And I did not want to do a 3k line update again because it takes WAY too much time. 

Chase wakes up around noon, learning that Tj had left on a hike without him, from Jenna whose been working on her homework. Chase brings up not being sure who set up the scavenger hunt to her, but Jenna says if it helps Tj she doesn’t mind doing it either way. Chase goes to grab lunch from the diner, only for Julian to invite himself next to the otter after his shift is over. Chase isn’t sure why Julian is talking to him, when the only times they’ve ever spoken before was because Julian was with Tj at the time.

Julian reveals he was best friends with Tj after Carl and Chase graduated, which relaxes Chase, whose upset with how much he feels like Julian is trying to ‘get with’ Tj. The two have an agreeable conversation until the music quiets as Julian says…

Chase recalls the account of Sydney’s death as When Your Arms Were Around Me begin to play. In August 2003, the gang went to Lake Emma to cool down, a usual occurrence. The group split off to skip rocks, leaving Tj behind at their usual spot. Sometime later, and even though Sydney had went with them, the larger group returns to the spot after hearing yelling, with Tj standing by the shore and Sydney floating face down in the water. Chase goes to grab him as the rest of the group splits off to get help.

Chase conveniently fails to mention the part where Flynn forced him into the water to help... If events did play out like this, it also means Chase sneaked back to the group after drowning Sydney too, which probably helped a LOT for people not blaming him.

Chase recalls in his head that Tj’s explanation doesn’t make sense, that something ‘pulled’ Sydney into the water... Because deep down, even if he’s suppressing it to himself, he knows what really happened. The diner’s theme begins to play again as the story finishes. Chase remembers he needs to finish his project and Julian offers to drive him to locations to film. The two head out to the mine to film. When they arrive, they find Tj sitting in front of the mineshaft opening. The lynx’s eyes are rolled back in his head and he’s unresponsive for a few moments. Chase eventually gets him back to reality and Tj says he was just napping. Tj realizes Julian is there and goes to hug him, Come Over begins playing as the two make contact.

We definitely get evidence that Tj has some supernatural entity involved with him, and I think it’s very easy to read it as an Echo of Sydney, in some sort. We know AN Echo of Sydney is out wandering the town in Flynn’s route, and that AN Echo of him is still around five years later... Maybe in this isolated hysteria incident, it decided to attach itself to Tj, or that AN entity is attaching itself to Tj to ‘feed’ it, and brought him to the mines to facilitate that.

Chase notices that Tj’s broodingness is gone from the day before, and chooses to embrace it, ignoring the situation he found the lynx in.

Chase’s willingness to overlook the supernatural again and again for Tj’s sake is very interesting. How much of his shattered self is going along because something is wrong in general, and how much is Mirror-Man influencing these decisions as well...

(We’ve played Leo’s route so we know but OOF…)

Chase ignores how ridiculous it is that Tj of all people would go on a several hours long hike in the weather by himself… but ignores it because Tj is happier today. Chase asks why Tj didn’t wake him up to go hiking, and Tj responds saying he didn’t want to drag Chase around anymore. Julian offers to go with Tj next time, and Chase responds with jealously, not wanting Tj to be alone with the buck. Tj and Julian discuss the bible study club Tj ran in highschool, Chase being jealous he didn’t get to share that experience with Tj while Julian did. Julian reveals that Tj would always say that he wished Chase would show up, embarrassing the lynx. Chase gets his shots of the mine and the group head out, picking up Carl and Jenna… though Chase is a bit jealous along the way. 

...MMhh, i wonder who else we’ve seen do stuff like that after an encounter with something in a mirror...

Flynn texts something mean to Tj again, Chase getting a glimpse of the message. He decides to to have Leo handle Flynn for Tj…

The group arrive at Sydney’s old home, where is Carl apprehensive about bothering the current resident to go inside, with Tj insistent that they do.

He know’s because he almost certainly planted it the night or two before, which Injy  brings up a bit later. The dark edge to Tj’s voice is back and everyone else is uncomfortable and unsure of the plan as Tj rings the doorbell anyways. Tj is… extremely blunt about what they’re currently there for.

Injy, the Red Panda and current resident, is understandably extremely creeped out by the requests and goes to shut the door. Tj offers to just go in himself, with Injy still being apprehensive. Injy offers to look for it himself if Tj tells him where it is and Tj agrees. Injy returns with an old shoebox, the very item the group was looking for. Chase is incredulous that they’re finding clues somehow still. Injy is sympathetic towards the group but tells them…

The group open the box and read the note, the paper old and identical to the others. It reads:

"I hope that you're all having fun,

"Soon you'll know what Chase has done,

"Figure it out, it's a piece of cake

"If you can't, look by Carl's drawing at the lake.

Carl throws up, and the group return to the motel room while they wait for him to recover. Chase is convinced that Sydney didn’t set up the hunt and that someone ‘has it out for [him]’. Chase is upset and tries to call the scavenger hunt off. Jenna comments that Chase is acting like his OLD self again. Chase then blames Carl and Flynn for setting it up. Tj is sure it isn’t Flynn... because again he is almost certainly the one who set it up... (Along with his ghost boyfriend whose possessing him ~)

I think Chase acting like his old self at times is a very interesting line. Maybe it represents just how he was brash and rude, and Mirror-Man is causing him to be so obsessed AND hide his secret, he’s being brash and rude again. Maybe it’s because Sam is so repressed, a bit of Chase is able to shine through? I think there’s a lot of little stuff to gleam from this line.

Chase sneaks out of the motel room at 3am. Reckoning begins to play as Chase drives towards the lake. He creeps out to the shore at night by himself, the sense of being watched by the lake itself enveloping him. After some … choice words about Carl

A tarantula sits on the rock, staring Chase down, and one twink moment later and it’s gone. Chase digs up the final note, an old lunch box. He destroys the note inside after reading it, the audience unaware of what it says.

More evidence that tarantula’s/spiders are manifestations of guilt and not ACTUALLY there. Would explain why they’re ‘hanging around’ Janice’s house, and why Tj and Chase are the only ones to see them...

Chase leaves a fake note inside the box and takes the scraps of the ripped up note. 

Oh honey... it IS the stars... but also the extreme manifestation of guilt that feeds a cosmic entity that makes faces of spiders in the stars. It’s multiple things <3

Chase returns to the motel, and stands over Tj, watching him sleep…

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That’s all for this week. Next week (assuming I don’t forget again...), we’ll be finishing Tj’s route, so keep playing till your kicked off to the main menu. There’s only one ending this time around...

Till next week everyone ~

[fluffypotatey]

and another one bites the dust!

Summary:

"I blame Sesame Street.” David snorted. “I do!” Jenna moved to sit up from the couch, staring determinedly at him as she began her case. David just stared. “I blame Sesame Street, and you wanna know why?” “Why?” David’s cheeks began to hurt but nothing else mattered at the moment. Not when Jenna had her brows furrowed just so, not when her hands flew around with such majestic fluidity, not when her voice reminded David of all of his favorite narrators. ~ Spring semester has come and people are going missing! David is trying to acclimate into this new world that is the supernatural of Beacon Hills, but will he fare better for it?