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messers-moony · 3 years ago

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One in the Same | R.B

Paring: Regulus Black X Wife!Reader

Summary: Reader notices Draco going through the same pain as her ex lover and desperately wants fix her faults.

“Mr.Malfoy, can you stay after class, please?”

“‘Course, Professor Black.”

An average day in second year. Professor Black - Y/n - taught History of Magic after Professor Binns decided his time was up. Too long of teaching sleeping students who could care less about his lessons. However, once Y/n took over the position, kid's grades improved and people were no longer sleeping. She made things fun and inventive.

After class time was up, everyone filed out of the classroom aside from the blond Slytherin boy. Draco has always been on the good side of Professor Black. She was always extremely kind to him despite his rather sour attitude at times. But Draco was always hesitant to initiate a conversation to really speak his feelings to her. But this was the first time she had him stay after class.

Y/n pulled out the chair in front of her desk as he sat down. His white-blond hair and gleaming blue eyes. His young face, not yet defined. Y/n with her h/c hair and curious glinted e/c eyes.

“Draco, I want to start this by saying I don’t know what your home life is like.” Y/n began, “I went to Hogwarts with your parents, though, and he wasn’t always kind. Your mother was cordial with me, though.”

“If you don’t find me intruding, what’s your home life like?”

“I- Um- It’s good.” Stammered Draco, “Father and Mother are always kind.”

Y/n’s eyes glinted with curiosity, “Lucius tolerated me.”

“Tolerated you?”

“I married one of his best friends.” Y/n chuckled, “He didn’t have a choice.”

Draco tilted his head, “Sirius?”

“Oh heavens no!” Y/n exclaimed, “Regulus. Sirius Black's brother.”

“My- My dead cousin?” He queried.

She nodded, “Yes. I married Regulus right after graduation. His parents weren’t thrilled, but he loved me so, here we are.”

“May I ask a question?”

“Shoot.”

“What were his parents like?”

“Horrible. The worst.” Y/n spat, “Sirius got the worst of it, but Regulus did occasionally too.”

“Walburga and Orion were awful. Using the crucio curse is not a great punishment for kids.” Draco’s eyes widened, “Both of them had scars from the curse. Sirius ran away at sixteen, and Regulus was used as their puppet. So used that at the age of eighteen, he felt like he had to prove himself. Which inevitably got him killed.”

“How did you deal with it?”

“Well, would you like my honest answer or my Professor answer?”

“Honest, please.”

“Between you and I, I still haven’t gotten over it.” Y/n shrugged, “I see something that reminds me of him, and I’m back at the start all over again. It takes time, and it’s taken plenty of time, but here I am, doing what I love. Teaching kids.”

“Anyways.” Y/n smiled, “You’re dismissed. I’m sorry I took up your time. However, if you ever feel the need to speak with me, let me know. Okay?”

“Yes, ma��am.”

Draco picked up his bag, rustling as he stood up. The blond boy was still digesting all the information he gained. He couldn’t believe that his cousins got the crucio curse for a punishment. He thought his parents were bad. Theirs was way worse. Draco was about to walk out of the classroom but turned last minute to look at his Professor.

“Professor?”

“Yes, Draco?”

“There’s-“ He swallowed, “There’s a Quidditch match this Saturday. Slytherin versus Ravenclaw. If you have the time, I’d like you to come.”

“Of course. I’ll be there.” Y/n smiled.

He walked out of the room without a second stop. He felt better about himself now. He had someone who genuinely seemed to care about him. Draco didn’t trust her just yet, but he wouldn’t be opposed to speaking with her as he had just now in the future. Professor Black had always been open and honest with her students. Perhaps that’s why kids liked her so much.

Saturday arrived quicker than Y/n would’ve hoped for one reason. She, herself, didn’t own any Slytherin-colored merchandise anymore. But there was a box in her quarters that she brought with her to Hogwarts every year. Regulus’s old clothes meaning all his scarfs, ties, button-ups, pants, hats, etc. Y/n couldn’t seem to get rid of them. Frankly, she didn’t want to get rid of them either.

Carefully she pulled the cardboard box from the top of her closet. Taking a pair of scissors and breaking the tape seal she had put on it multiple years ago. Inside laid many pieces of the evergreen and silver cloth. Y/n’s hands gravitated to the green and silver scarf. Bringing it to her nose, she was shocked. It still smelt like him. Godric, this was going to be more challenging than she initially thought.

Nonetheless, she put it around her neck along with her button-up and tight-fit pants. Y/n put on the green gloves, much too big for her but had fit Regulus perfectly, the tie, and the scarf. It brought her a sense of nostalgia. It made Y/n feel like she was a fifth-year going out with Regulus on a date to Hogsmeade. But she wasn’t fifteen or in fifth year. Y/n was a Professor and a full-grown adult. And Regulus was dead.

The game was going well for Slytherin at the beginning. But like most Quidditch games, things can change rather quickly. Ravenclaw was studious. That was for sure. They played skillfully. Y/n sat in the Professor stands with the rest of her colleagues. She sat between McGonagall and Flitwick. But white-blond hair caught her attention in front of her. Lucius Malfoy was here spectating his son.

McGonagall nudged her, “Where’d you get the Slytherin gear?”

“Regulus.”

“How have you been, dear?” McGonagall questioned softly, “It’s been a whirlwind, but nothing I can do will bring him back, so ‘m still here for him. It’s what he would’ve wanted.” Y/n replied.

Minerva placed a hand on the girl's knee, “If you need anything, let me know.”

“‘Course, Professor.”

The game ended tragically. Slytherin had just tied the game when Cho Chang had caught sight of the snitch. Sadly, she was able to grasp it before Draco. Leaving Slytherin with two-hundred and thirty points while Ravenclaw ended with three-hundred and eighty points. Lucius seemed furious with this conclusion and stormed off the stands. Y/n knew something was up, so she followed him.

She came up in a deserted hallway in Hogwarts. Draco stood - now changed into the usual Hogwarts robes - and his father stood before him. From the view she had, Draco’s back was to her, and his father was towering over the boy.

Lucius had a cold and icy voice, “You are insufferable!”

“You had one job, Draco! One! Catch the damn snitch.” He scolded, “Perhaps you were too daft to figure that out?”

“‘M sorry, father. I didn’t mean to. Honest.” Draco was pleading and begging for mercy; it made Y/n’s heartache at the familiar words.

“Mum, Dad, I seriously didn’t mean to!” Regulus had cried after breaking a vase, “Excuses, excuses, they won’t get you anywhere in life, boy!” Orion shouted.

Tears collected in his silver eyes, “‘M sorry! ‘M so sorry!”

Walburga pointed her wand at him, “Crucio.”

Lucius scoffed, “Malfoy’s don’t cry, wipe those tears.”

“Should‘ve sent you to Durmstrang. You come to Hogwarts and forget everything I’ve ever taught you.”

“Father, I really didn’t mean to! She just got there faster than me.” Draco begged.

Y/n saw it before Draco did. Lucius raised his palm slowly, and Draco flinched. Y/n saw the pale hand rise into the air, and without a second thought, she ran in front of the young boy, taking the blow that was meant for Lucius’ son. Draco heard the sound but never felt the impact. Carefully he opened his eyes to see Professor Black standing in front of him, a hand on her cheek.

“How dare you get in the way!” Lucius yelled, “How dare I? How dare you for trying to leave a hand on your son!” Y/n retorted her bright cheek red from impact.

Draco was appalled, “Draco is your son! Not a toy or a puppet, and I will not stand for this!”

“You don’t have to, half breed.” Lucius seethed, “As you said, he’s my son. Not yours.”

“I could give less fucks!” Y/n exclaimed, “Draco is my student. I will not be having you lay your hands on my students.”

Lucius scoffed, “Where’s your child, mm?”

“Right, you don’t have one.” Lucius answered, “Because your blood-traitor of a husband decided to get himself killed!”

“Regulus was not a blood-traitor for trying to right his wrongs!”

“Regulus and Sirius were no different from each other.”

“Leave them out of this!”

“Oh, so it’s still a soft spot for you?”

“So help me, I’ll-“

“Petrificus Totalus.” Draco stated while holding his wand, causing his father to fall to the ground, paralyzed.

Y/n stared at the body in shock, “Draco.”

She didn’t even have time to reprimand him before he burst into tears. Y/n turned quickly and embraced him into a much-needed hug while the boy sobbed on her shoulder. Y/n’s hands went through Draco’s white-blond hair gently while he let every emotion out. She pulled away and wiped the tears on his cheeks.

“You’re going to be okay, I promise.” Y/n informed, and Draco nodded, “Th- Thank you, Professor.”

Y/n smiled and sent him off to the Slytherin common room, leaving her to deal with Lucius. The Professor dragged him to Madam Pomfrey to deal with. Later that night, in her quarters, while brushing her teeth, she noticed the considerable bruise covering her left cheek: Blue and purple hues mixed to create a dark blue-violet looking color, almost grey.

Sixth year was now here. Y/n’s fourth year of teaching at Hogwarts, and she couldn’t have asked for a better job. On September 1st, she went through the floo-network to arrive in her teacher's quarters. Looking at the time, it seemed that students were just about reaching onto the grounds when a knock sounded at her door.

“Come in!”

A blond boy, much taller, defined face, and grey eyes had just walked into her teacher's quarters, “Good evening, Professor.”

“Good evening, Draco.” Y/n greeted smiling brightly, “What's on your mind, sweetheart?”

Draco didn’t know where to begin as water collected on his lower lash line, and gently he pulled up his left sleeve. Godric, it felt like deva Vu all over again.

“Y- Y/n.” Regulus called through his tears, “What’s wrong, baby?” Y/n asked, sitting beside him on the four-poster bed.

Regulus couldn’t help the tears that helplessly fell down his cheeks. His eyes were silver and blurred. Cheeks flushed and hair knotted. This past summer had been a shit show for him with Sirius running away and just everything that had gone on. Regulus had never felt this hopeless before.

“I- I need your help.”

“Of course, anything, baby.”

He swallowed, “Just know that I’ll love you forever. Okay?”

“‘Course.”

Gently, he released a breath of air and pulled up his left sleeve. The combined snake and skull only meaning one thing. Regulus was now a death eater to the Dark Lord. Tears sprung in Y/n’s eyes but not because of disappointment but because of worry. She didn’t know what she would do if Regulus were to be gone.

“They forced me!” Regulus pleaded, “Please, please don’t leave me.”

Regulus was weeping, and Y/n took him into her arms, “Shh, shh, I’m not disappointed. I’m just worried about you.”

“I don’t wanna- I don’t wanna do this.” Regulus whimpered, “Please help me.”

“I’m gonna help you ‘m love. Don’t worry.”

“What happened this summer?” Y/n asked as Draco pulled back down his sleeve.

“Auntie Bella.”

Draco was trying so hard to swallow his tears as his Professor was now face to face with him, “Draco.”

How was her voice so sweet and calm, almost like she had done this before, “It’s okay to show emotion. It’s being human. Let it go, darling.”

Just like that, the dam broke, and Draco was a sobbing mess again. How was it that Professor Black had always managed to feel more like home than his actual parents? What had his mum done for him while Bellatrix was giving him the mark? She had just stood there watching pain contort on his face. Y/n felt more like a mother to him, more like family to him.

“Shh. Shh. You’re safe here, Draco.”

“They- They want me-“ He was choking on his words, and Y/n placed her hands on his shoulders, “Take deep breaths and then explain. Okay?”

He began to inhale and exhale air at a slow pace, “They want me to-“ Draco swallowed, “They want me to kill Dumbledore.”

“Okay.” Y/n stated, letting out a breath of air, “You and I will get through this.”

“You- You promise?”

“I promise.”

Perhaps it was instinct now for Draco to stay after in her classroom. After every lesson, Draco would visit her in her classroom just to be in her company or to talk. What was it about Y/n that drew these people close to her? Ones with broken souls who believed that couldn’t be helped. Was it her kindness? Perhaps it was her caring nature—too many variables to pinpoint.

The moment Y/n heard crying in Moaning Myrtle's bathroom, she knew something was wrong. Approaching cautiously, she saw Harry Potter doing the same behind Draco, who stood facing the basin, dried tears on his cheeks. Everything happened too fast for Y/n to understand. But when Harry spoke an incantation that left Draco bleeding out on the floor, everything changed.

She was jumping into action hastily, falling to her knees beside the blond-haired boy while Harry was almost in tears at his mistake. Y/n took her wand out and began muttering spells to heal the boy's chest. Harry was now in a heap on the floor, tears filling his glorious emerald eyes while the Professor took care of his harm. It took ten minutes before the bleeding stopped, and Y/n turned to face Harry.

“Harry.”

“‘M sorry. I- I didn’t know…”

“It’s okay. I’m just glad I was here.” Y/n replied, and Harry looked like a mess, “I need you to go to the Gryffindor tower and not speak of this to anyone, okay?”

He nodded and stood up sluggishly. Harry left the bathroom, leaving Y/n with an unconscious Draco. Sighing heavily, she picked up the boy and lugged him to the hospital wing, where he was taken care of. The following day an owl was pecking at Y/n’s window, leading her to wake up and take the note from the owl’s foot.

“Draco won’t stop calling for you.”

Y/n freshened up, brushing her teeth, hair, and a change of clothes before making her way to the Hospital Wing. It was quite a ways away from. Her section of the school, but if Draco needed her, she needed to be there even if it was six o’clock in the morning. Her shoes made a light tap along with the wood as she walked and hesitantly opened the big door to the infirmary.

“Oh, thank Merlin!” Madam Pomfrey said with her hand over her heart, “Draco has been asking for you, my dear.”

She gave a tiny smile as Pomfrey pointed to where Draco was lying. Carefully she stripped back some of the white curtain and pulled a chair beside his bed. Y/n took his hand in his. It was cold and pale. If she closed her eyes, she could imagine holding Regulus’ hand in the same exact way after a horrible Bludger accident.

An hour later, Draco finally woke up, “Mornin’ sweetheart.”

“Professor, you- you came.”

She smiled, “You called for me, of course, I’d come.”

Draco pushed himself up into a sitting position, his grey eyes locked on her warm e/c ones, “Sorry, I just, didn’t expect you to come.”

“How are you feeling?”

“I feel okay. Little sore but nothing I haven’t been through.”

Y/n smiled sadly, “I knew a boy just like you, you know?”

“You did?” Draco asked, and she nodded, “I did.”

“Could you tell me about him?”

“Well, he was strong, smart, and closed off. His home life wasn’t too great either and was forced into being what his parents were too.” Draco looked eager for more, “Eventually, he realized that this wasn’t the life he wanted. He no longer cared about his parent's approval. He just wanted to be him, but by then, it was too late.”

“Too late?”

She nodded, “He was already in too late, so he did the only thing he thought of. Betraying his parents, his family. He was so caught up in what he was doing he didn’t realize what he was doing, and now, because of that, he’s no longer with us.”

“But you aren’t too late, Draco.” Y/n stressed, tightening her grip on his hand, “Let me save you. Let me help you.”

Tears ebbed at the corners of his eyes, “Please.”

Y/n took him in her arms and rubbed his back soothingly, “You aren’t alone. I’m here for you.”

It took months, but everything was over. It felt like time had stopped. Y/n could remember the terror standing outside of Hogwarts as the death eaters stood on the other side. Narcissa was calling for him - the boy who had no choice - and Draco was panicking as Lucius began calling his name.

Draco swallowed and shook his head.

It was the feeling of relief that brought Y/n solace. Draco took the step that Regulus took, and she would make sure he didn’t pay for it. The relief felt like a breath of fresh air now that the war was over. Y/n had stepped into the Great Hall panicking, hoping, praying that he was okay. At that moment she saw it.

He was crouched in the corner. People were glaring at him all around. Draco saw. He saw the Weasleys crying over Fred. He saw Harry look empty, staring at Remus Lupin and Nymphadora. The way Lavender Brown’s parents sobbed over her dead body. He saw the way Dennis Creevey was yelling and screaming in pain at seeing his deceased older brother. Draco could remember how close they were.

Nonetheless, he stood up and ran into her arms: his solace, home, and safe place. Draco couldn’t remember what it felt like to be held this tight. He dug his nose into her neck and just remembered to breathe. She pulled away to see a small smile playing on his lips. Y/n cupped his cheeks gently.

“I’m so, so proud of you.” Y/n smiled, “I can't explain how proud I am of you. You did it.”

Draco smiled and leaned into her hands, “Thanks, mum.”

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hansensgirl · 4 years ago

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you better not shout, better not cry.

summary. | they know if you’ve been bad or good, so be good for goodness sake.

pairings. | Dark!Sebastian Stan x Reader, Dark!Bucky Barnes x Reader, Dark!Lee Bodecker x Reader, Dark!Charles Blackwood x Reader, Dark!Chris Evans x Reader, Dark!Steve Rogers x Reader, Dark!Ransom Drysdale x Reader, Dark!Andy Barber x Reader.

warnings. | NONCON/DUBCON, gang bang, eight-some, (forced and not forced) drinking, manipulation, coercion, dark themes, crimes, threatening, slight angst, mentions of cheating, age gaps, Daddy kink, Sir kink, power dynamics, boss/employee relationships, face fucking, oral (m receiving), dom/sub, finger sucking, degrading, praise, humiliation, voyeurism, fingering, double penetration, cum marking, facials, anal, unprotected sex, cream-pie kink, slapping, spanking, smoking, choking, hair pulling, manhandling, + more. 18+, DARK FIC.

word count. | 13k.

authors note. | merry christmas/happy holidays! please be wary of the warnings, and have yourself a merry christmas and/or a great day! don’t use my gif without permission, and don’t forget to read and reblog because i worked so hard on this. IF YOU’RE INSPIRED BY THIS FIC OR WANT TO USE A SIMILAR PLOT PLEASE MESSAGE ME FIRST OR ELSE YOU’LL BE BLOCKED. love you all sm! also gonna be submitting this to my bb @mypoisonedvine’s festive holiday challenge! (ty for beta-ing and putting up with me).

Make my wish come true… All I want for Christmas is you…

A group of women erupts in laughter as they point at one of the ugly sweaters that their coworker wears. The man burns up with shame before grumbling off, making you furrow your eyebrows. You stifle a laugh, before grabbing a sugar cookie that you baked yourself. Little red sprinkles fall to the floor as you bite into the treat, the sound drowned out by the others.

The melodious voice of Mariah Carey starts playing and everyone cheers; you included. You quickly shut up, though, realizing how stupid you must look. Standing there by yourself, an elf costume on, stuffing your face full of cookies as you yell.

You find comfort in the numerous Christmas-themed treats — from sugar cookies to Rice Krispies, to cake pops. Your mouth salivates at the sight even though you just had a cookie. Everything is so irresistible… “Merry Christmas Eve!” A cheery voice calls from behind you, and your heart quickens its pace.

“Oh- uh, Merry Christmas Eve to you too, Mr. Barnes.” You stammer in shock, careful to not look up at him. You fiddle your crumb-covered fingers together, a habit that you have yet to lose. “No need to be nervous, doll. Are you enjoying yourself?” He asks, grabbing one of the cookies that are covered in green sprinkles. It’s shaped like a Christmas tree, and it’s one of your favourites.

“Uh, yes, Sir!” You answer quickly and nervously. Undeniably, everyone knows that Mr. Barnes drips with eloquence and dominance. As soon as he walks into the room, everyone either wants to be with him or be him. Everyone vies after him, and he knows that. He knows that, and he just makes it worse and worse and- “Why’re you alone by the snack table, doll?” He asks, snapping you out of your thoughts.

“Oh well- I’m not overly friendly with the others- I mean I’m not rude to them! I’m just not close to them, that’s all.” You ramble nervously, wringing your hands. Bucky places a heavy hand on your shoulder and the butterflies in your start fluttering even harder and faster.

You struggle to look him in the eyes, those darned cerulean eyes that make you weak in the knees. “Oh, I’m so sorry about that… Have you been drinking, doll?” He asks you, and you choke on your saliva. “Oh I don’t drink, sorry if I’m being annoying…” You sheepishly apologize, realizing how out of line you must be acting. Truthfully, Mr. Barnes always has that effect on you.

“Uh- I should probably go see if everything is in order.” You say before Mr. Barnes can say anything else to you. “Happy Holidays!” You call out as you speed walk as far away your legs can take you. Three glasses of eggnog have you wobbling slightly but you’re determined to be far away from Mr. Barnes and the others.

In a way, they aren’t really your bosses. They’re just the CEOs and your boss is the head of the HR department. …Perhaps they are your bosses, but you’ve never really talked to them much. Mr. Bodecker’s temper always frightens you, Mr. Blackwood’s stare would always have you shaking, Mr. Barnes’s aura always makes you weak, and then there’s Mr. Stan himself. Everything about him sends numerous emotions through you and others as well.

You lean back against the wall and pull your phone out, sighing with a heavy heart. You’re not sure if it’s the heavy nostalgia of seeing Santa Claus sitting on a throne or the wallpaper on your screen but either one makes you tear up slightly. You already took photos of the party, and you’ve already sent well wishes to your friends, family and coworkers.

You look back up from your phone and try to decide whether or not you should scroll through your camera roll just to look busy to others. Whilst you ponder with your hazy mind, you accidentally lock eyes with Santa Claus. Younger you would’ve freaked out, but older you burns up with embarrassment. Suddenly, his white-gloved hand beckons you to him with a come-hither motion.

You point at yourself just to make sure because only you know how many mistakes you’ve made of thinking that someone was pointing at you. He nods and smiles, but you’re still not sure. Call it paranoia, call it anxiety, but there’s no way in hell that you’re going to make a fool of yourself on Christmas Eve.

You’re still unsure, so you look around and everyone else is off getting wasted in the main hall. Shiny confetti crunches under your flats as you hesitatingly walk over to Santa. He flashes you a smile and maybe it’s the egg nog talking but his pearly whites look awfully familiar to you. A waitress crosses your path, like a deer suddenly crossing the road. The platter that she holds gets slightly jilted but the shot glasses of tequila survive and her too.

You stop her and grab a couple of shots, taking them down the hatch with no shame at all. Liquid fire claims your throat as you have no remorse for your future self who’ll be hugging a toilet in the morning. You cough and sputter as you continue your way to Santa Claus. “Merry Christmas Eve, little girl!” He cheers delightfully.

You giggle drunkenly, the kind of laugh that would make anyone fall for you. “Oh, so no ‘Merry Christmas Eve’ for me? Seems like someone is asking for coal, or maybe even a spanking.” He drawls in a slight country-Santa accent. Perhaps your ears aren’t deceiving you, but there's no plausible way that Santa Claus just said… that.

“Oh�� uh— Merry Christmas Eve!” You whoop, before bursting out in another fit of bubbly giggles. He laughs with you, but only for a few moments before taking in your appearance. Though you’re drunk on tequila, a few sips of wine from before the party and eggnog, he’s aiming to get drunk on your aura. Quiet yet sweet, a nervous mess that only furthers your adorable-ness and amazing desserts.

“See something you like, Mr. Claus?” You question him, snapping him out of his daze. You wiggle your eyebrows to your best ability, but you’re no actress. “Well, maybe I do, little girl.” He winks at you, and you swear that you’ve seen him before. “Wait- Do you work here? Or did we just hire you?” You ask him, as though you’re interviewing him.

“Can’t hire Santa Claus, little girl.” He disappointingly clicks his tongue. You let out an ‘oh’ before letting out a small laugh. He smiles at you and you bite your lipstick stained lip. Your coworkers are chanting in the background but you choose to artfully block them out. Maybe you’re not choosing, and it’s just the alcohol doing its wonders.

“I’m not little, why are you callin’ me little girl?” You slur your words as you question him again. “You are a little girl, and I can’t believe you’re back talking to Santa!” He scolds you, making your eyes water. You jut your bottom lip out in a pout and you’re doing the best puppy eyes that you can. “You been drinking a lot, huh little girl?” He asks you, turning the tables and you gladly let him.

“Yep! Gotta stay hydrated…” You tell him in a sing-song voice that makes him chuckle. “Silly little girl, getting all drunk in front of her coworkers…” He chides, grabbing your almost flailing arms. He pulls you up into his lap with a grunt, even though it doesn’t take much strength. You’re immediately reminded of the way he used to sit you in his lap.

Spinning you around in circles at first, loud giggles and begging for them to stop. Perhaps it’s fortunate that the alcohol renders your mind fuzzy and you can only make out a few colour blobs. “Whaddya’ want for Christmas, little girl?” He teasingly questions, smoothing a white-gloved hand over your hair. “Hmm, I can have anything?” You ask him, a bit of drool leaking out of the corner of your mouth. He nods, taking his thumb and lifting it to your mouth.

Oh, how he has the urge to just push his thumb past your lips and make you choke on it. “Well… I want a raise, even though I’m not all that worthy of the company… Just like my ex said, I’m easily replaceable. Oh! Can I ask for another thing?” You perk up even though your throat burns with sadness and your eyes are almost leaking.

Interested, Lee nods and drags his thumb across your rouge top lip. If he didn’t have a wife who drags him to makeup stores on the regular, he would’ve thought your lipstick was expensive. But it isn’t, because there’s no way your paycheck can afford a lipstick from Hermes or Christian Louboutin. “Can I know why my boyfriend left me? I know I may seem dull and quiet, but I have more to myself…” You sadly ask him, ashamed of how he abandoned you for one of your closest friends.

Lee’s heart breaks in two — making him question whether or not he had a heart after all. Insults had him believing that he’s heartless, but you’re making him question every fibre of his being. “I’m sorry about that, little girl. But what we don’t know can’t hurt us, right? Curiosity killed the cat, little girl.” He reminds you, talking down to you as though you truly are a little girl. “But satisfaction brought it back.” You sass in return, your voice cracking from the impending tears and alcohol.

“You need to listen to me, little girl. Your boyfriend doesn’t know jackshit about treating a girl like you right. He probably doesn’t even know where your clit is.” He scoffs abruptly. You lean in, listening to him as though he’s the wisest man ever. “Bet he can’t fuck that tight lil’ pussy a’ yours as well as a real man like me can.” He whispers in your ear, sending shivers down your spine and heat to your core.

“Didn’t know Santa Claus had such a filthy mouth…” You tease him, running your hands up and down his thick thighs. He groans, his cock stiffening up inside his red trousers.

“But, before anything like that happens… I would really like to have a raise.” You say with a heavy-hearted sigh. Lee has the urge to grab you tightly and shove his big, hard cock into any wet hole of yours. “Alright, little girl. But you need to continue to be a good girl, or else I won’t be able to get you anything except for a spanking.” He warns with a faux-smile beneath his fake beard. You giggle and squeeze his thighs, almost like a wave goodbye.

You stumble off, probably to go pee or hurl your guts into a toilet. He watches as your hips sway with each step of yours. The sight fuels the thought of you grinding yourself on his cock as you beg him to fuck you. He notices the party has died down to just people humping each other to party songs. Grumbling, Lee pulls the awfully fake beard away from his handsome face. Before, he was cursing his luck for drawing the short stick to become Santa. But now, he’s glad.

He’ll talk to your boss about the raise, maybe along with a promotion. If only the others could mind their own businesses. Literally. He’s glad that he wore only a dress shirt and not the double-breasted suit Jane suggested for him. “You comin’ or what? We gotta’ make these deals before everyone leaves.” Bucky asks as he swiftly walks past Lee. Lee nods and starts to take off the rest of the obnoxious costume. Bucky puts no effort into stifling his chuckle, a known trait of his.

Bucky smooths his hair back, even though not one strand is out of place. His arm whirrs wildly and his fist clenches every few seconds. His stress symptoms were the worst, but they’ve never been this bad. It’s risky; the deal that they’re about to make. For months, they had been making secret bribes, forging numbers and signatures, and putting their employees in loopholes from their contracts. But this deal was the riskiest. Their plan was well thought out, all thanks to Charles, whose middle name might as well be devious.

He stands in front of one of the glass doors. His reflection looks back at him. Somehow, the dark look in his eyes becomes enhanced. His huge frame only makes him more intimidating, but he knows that no woman ever had a problem with it. Except for one. “You comin’?” Lee asks as he brushes past Bucky, mocking his words from earlier on. Bucky rolls his eyes like a spoiled rich kid because he is one.

Bucky buttons his suit jacket and exhales one last time. He walks to his right and pushes the door open with only a little bit of strength. Laughter from different men fills the room, along with thick tension and the smell of expensive booze. “Oh, look who decided to join us!” Ransom sarcastically jabs at Bucky. “Look who finally got laid. I was beginning to think you couldn’t get it up anymore, Drysdale.” Bucky sneers at him, pouring himself a glass of Dalmore 62.

Ransom grumbles a few curse words under his breath and a prideful smirk spreads across Bucky’s face. They all have their ties loosened, maybe even the top buttons of their shirts but nobody cares enough to look. All but Mr. Stan and Mr. Evans are relaxed. They stare at each other with such glares they could murder one another. They all sit in their chairs, all similar. Except for Mr. Stan, who seems as though he’s sitting on a throne.

“They havin’ a starin’ contest or what?” Lee questions Bucky, downing the rest of the whiskey. “I don’t know, but didn’t they hate each other over some family feud shit?” Bucky asks in return, handing Lee the bottle of highland malt scotch. “Like the game?” Lee jokingly asks, knowing that the two head owners of the companies loved to get into petty squabbles. “We all fucking wish.” Bucky jeers, eliciting a chuckle from Lee. As much as they all hate each other, they always did have their moments when they weren’t insulting each other.

The only one who isn’t drinking, Andy, pipes up from all the talking. “So are we going to make this deal or not? I gotta get home for Christmas.” He grumbles just like the old man he is. “Oh fuck you, Barber. Just because you went to Harvard doesn’t mean you’re some busy guy.” Steve jabs, clenching his jaw in annoyance. He always hated Andy, and he proudly showed it.

Charles snickers, Ransom too. Lee and Bucky smirk from the sidelines. Andy clicks his tongue in a threatening way. But Sebastian and Chris send daggers in the form of glares at them. “I suppose we could sign the contracts and then celebrate… I could call the girls from Eighteen30’s.” Sebastian proposes, standing up from his seat. He emerges from the darkness like Batman, his beautiful eyes gleaming in the light. Everyone in the room groans in pleasure, recalling the moments they remembered from the last time they went to Eighteen30’s.

Andy pulls the contract out of his briefcase; an obvious “Andy” move. The sounds of glasses being set down on surfaces fill the room at different pitches. Evans simply turns around, stroking his beard as if he wants to say something. “Got something to say, Evans?” Charles asks him, giving him a devilish smile. “No, just thinking about how I’m gonna be rich as fuck once the ink dries.” He says in almost a hopeful manner. He thinks he has everyone deceived, but it’s the total opposite.

They all choose to keep quiet, wanting to just sign the goddamn papers and get it over with. “Just to be sure… We all know what this entails, right? More money, more power.” Sebastian states, pouring himself a glass of whisky. He never minds the burn, he actually loves it. They all nod, because who doesn’t love money and power? They all pull a pen out of their jackets, ever the businessmen. One by one, in smooth black loops, they sign their full names on the contracts.

Sebastian and Chris are the last to sign because their names carry the most weight. Charles lights his pipes and sighs as he takes a drag of smoke from it. As Lee watches Charles puff the smoke out of his mouth, he has the urge to light up a cigarette. But he can’t, because his doctor told him not to. So now he has to suffer the pain of fighting away that urge and Charles all but taunts him. He watches, and he fights, and he watches until he snaps.

“‘Scuse me.” He says, getting up. “Are you going for the champagne?” Sebastian asks, tracing the rim of his glass. Lee nods, lying to his business partner and longtime friend. “I’ll come with, can’t fucking stand the darkness.” He grumbles, following Lee. They both appreciate the fact that the part is still lively, maybe even more as booze has taken over everyone’s body. “Hey man, sorry you had to be Santa this year.” Sebastian apologizes, clearing his throat beforehand.

It’s not unexpected. Lee already knows that Sebastian is comfortable with him. “Ah, it’s alright. Only had to talk to a couple ‘a horny girls and Mrs. Patterson’s son. That lil’ fucker is cute an’ all, but he fuckin’ drooled on my hand.” Lee rants to him, making him let out a chuckle. “Well, the girls weren’t all that bad, right?” Sebastian questions him, pulling out a pack of cigarettes. “They were… somethin’. Most of them were obnoxious, except for one of ‘em.” Lee admits to him.

“Oh really? Anyone I might know?” Sebastian continues, handing Lee a cigarette. Lee gruffly thanks him and hands him his Valentino lighter. “Hmm… not sure. I don’t think anyone really knows her, she seems quiet. But she was drunk, so that was nice.” Lee tells him, sparing certain details. “She wanted a raise, and to know why her boyfriend left her for some other girl. I think it was her friend. Either way, she nearly started cryin’ on my lap.” Lee recounts to him, something he’d only do with his therapist.

Besides fucking her, of course.

“Oh… maybe we could give her a raise. Do you see her here?” Sebastian asks him with a smirk on his face. Lee wonders if Sebastian is thinking of the same thing that he is, and vice versa. Lee’s blown out eyes scan the crowd for you, hoping you’re still here. Maybe perhaps even more drunk than before. “She’s in this burgundy dress and had a mini Santa hat on… Red lipstick too.” Lee describes to him. Sebastian nods his head and keeps on looking for you.

“Think she had lingerie on underneath the dress… probably wanted to get back with her boyfriend.” Lee begrudgingly admits to Sebastian, finishing his cigarette. Smoke flies from both of them yet nobody seems to care. “How do you know she had lingerie on?” Sebastian teasingly asks him. Lee’s face burns up with slight embarrassment. “I… I was feeling her up, I couldn't help myself. She was all over me in the cutest way possible.” Even though Lee doesn’t give a rat’s ass about God, he’d swear on her that he’s telling the truth.

“Is that her?” Sebastian asks him, pointing at you as you walk out of the women’s bathroom. “Yeah…” Lee puts out his cigarette and throws it beside him, leaving it for the janitor to pick up. Sebastian does the same, aiming his cigarette more accurately. “Fuck, that little doll? I’ve always had my sights set on her. Always so cute and shy… Never bothered anyone.” Sebastian groans, hoping— no, knowing that Lee and the others are on the same boat as he.

“I have an idea,” Lee says, shoving his hands in his pockets. Sebastian follows him, going along with whatever his idea is. From your spot at the snack table, you manage to fill your now empty stomach with your sugar cookies. You’re slightly disappointed that not many of your treats have disappeared, but you tell yourself the night is still young. You look up at the sound of footsteps coming closer and nearly choke on a cookie.

“Oh my— uh, Merry Christmas Eve, Mr. Stan and Mr. Bodecker!” You cheer, stumbling on your words and yourself. “Hi, darlin’,” Lee says, giving you his signature ‘ladies only’ smile. You feel yourself become shy at the sight, but Mr. Stan makes you look back up. He clears his voice and you take in both of them. They both stand tall and intimidating, with enchanting stares that just capture you. “Merry Christmas Eve to you too, little girl,” Sebastian says, taking in your form.

You look absolutely adorable and innocent in front of them. In your little burgundy dress and Santa hat… slightly tipsy with cookie crumbs all over your face. “We came over here to ask you for a quick favour… We just closed one of our biggest deals and we’d love for you to help us bring the champagne. Maybe make a toast with us? It’s the least we can do since you brought all these lovely treats.” Lee explains, grabbing himself a sugar cookie.

It’s identical to the one you have in your hand; except yours is half-eaten and his only has a small nibble. “M- Me? Really?” You ask in shock, nearly going into full cardiac arrest. They probably don’t even know your name, but that doesn’t matter. At least they’re talking to you. “Yep! Unless someone else made all these delicious desserts.” Sebastian jokes around, slightly admitting that he tried a cookie. You shake your head in object and lace your sweaty fingers together.

God, why did you have to drink?

“I’d love to, Sirs.” You whisper with the utmost grace you can muster up whilst being half-drunk. They both nod and Lee places a heavy arm around your shoulders. The cookie in your hand breaks and you not so discreetly drop all the crumbs onto the floor. “Can I ask what the deal is for?” You question, not even daring to look up from the floor. “Oh, it’s nothing to worry your cute little brain about,” Sebastian tells you with a smile, quickly shutting you up and shutting the topic down.

They lead you to the bar and Sebastian makes a simple gesture with his hand. The bartender makes quick work of getting five champagne bottles and you’re easily amazed. Without realizing it, your jaw drops slightly in awe. Both Sebastian and Lee chuckle at how cute you are. The sounds are absolute heaven and they force you to realize something.

Holy-fucking-shit— You have feelings for your bosses.

You choke on your saliva at the epiphany, making Sebastian and Lee jump to you in concern. “Hey, are you okay?” Sebastian asks you, rubbing your back gently. Lee does this same, but his hand inches down to the small of your back. With anyone, you would jerk away and feel very uncomfortable. But with them… With them, it’s the complete opposite. You nod as you slowly calm down. The bartender sets the numerous bottles of champagne down on the bar.

Two bottles of Dom Pérignon, two bottles of Bo��rl & Kroff Magnum and one bottle of Goût de Diamant Brut. It’s the most expensive champagne in the world, costing $1.2 million. But to them and the company, it’s no big deal. You only know the price because he would rave about it on and on. You sniffle at the memory and Lee shushes you in a calming matter.

“Here, you lift this one, and we’ll carry the rest,” Lee instructs, handing you one of the bottles of Dom Pérignon. You hold onto the bottle tightly, but not too tightly. Sebastian and Lee point to where they’re going to celebrate, just to direct you. You walk in small steps, careful to not drop the bottle. They’d probably murder you if you did. “Right there, little girl… I— uh, I heard you wanted a raise, is that true?” Lee asks you, desperate to hear your lovely voice.

“Uh yeah, I just haven’t had a raise since I’ve been working here. All my coworkers are constantly getting raises…” You sheepishly admit to your two bosses. They nod and frown, how long has that been going on? They’ve kept their eyes on you since you started working here. You reach the door and you don’t open it because your two hands are occupied. Lee oddly knocks on the door, perhaps in a code. A few seconds pass, but the alcohol in your system makes it feel like an eternity.

Mr. Barnes opens up the door and gasps at you. “Nice to see you again, little girl.” He greets, smirking down at you. The sober version of you would’ve noticed the plethora of men in the room, but drunk-you can’t focus on too much at once. You nod shakily, swallowing thickly as you remember your encounter with Bucky earlier this evening. Bucky takes the champagne bottle from you and leads you inside, Sebastian and Lee following.

Bucky briefly leaves the room after setting down the bottle of champagne on one of the tables. It’s incredibly dark in the room and you can only make out the lights coming from the city. Sebastian flicks the lights on and you bite back a hiss at the sudden change. You look around and nearly drop dead right there and then. The company’s biggest enemies are here, smug as ever. “I… Huh?” You’re confused, not sure if your mind is playing a wicked trick on you.

Mr. Blackwood takes a drag from his pipe and then puts it out, the only remnants of it being the scent of smoke. In front of you, though, are Mr. Drysdale, Mr. Barber, Mr. Rogers and Mr. Evans. “Is this the little minx you’ve been telling us about?” Steve asks your bosses, unbuttoning his suit jacket. “Yep, even better in person,” Bucky says, pushing your hair to the side. “What’s going on?” You ask, trying to move away from him. Lee quickly stops you, his pudgy stomach pushing you closer to Bucky.

“Like I said before, little girl. Nothin’ for you to worry your little brain about.” Lee says, his country drawl sending shivers throughout your body. Little girl… The nickname is all too familiar, and it’s not like anyone else with a country accent would call you that. “You were Santa Claus?” You ask him, slightly nudging him. “She’s smart… Can’t fucking wait to make her go all stupid for our cocks.” Ransom says, a smug half-grin on his face.

You whimper at his words because they’re straight out of your greatest fantasies.

“Oh you like that, don’t you? You really wanna be dumb and stupid for our cocks?” Bucky asks in a condescending tone. You shake your head no because all you want is to get out of here. “Let’s get the real party started…” Chris ominously says, grabbing a bottle of Dom Pérignon. He pops it open, the wooden cork flying to the other side of the room.

Foam pours out of the bottle and everyone cheers, minus yourself. Instead, you flinch and still try to move from their grasps. Andy hands him the glasses and he pours everyone half a glass. You, on the other hand, receive a full glass with a strawberry inside. “I- I think I had enough to drink tonight…” You shyly tell them, inching your body away from Andy. “Nonsense, celebrate with us, little girl.” He objects, beginning to tilt the glass forward.

You shake your head and twist your face away, but Bucky’s metal hand stops you. He roughly grabs your jaw and squeezes until your mouth pops open. Champagne fills your mouth and you refuse to swallow. Lee’s fingers dance across your cheek and clamp over your nose, cutting off your only source of oxygen. “C’mon, swallow it all. Do it like the good little girl you are.” Charles demands, the praise going straight to the pit of your stomach.

You cave because there’s no way you’re winning this. Against your will, you swallow the bubbly golden liquid. Slight carbonation sizzles on your tongue and in the back of your throat. You have to admit, it is absolutely delightful. You now see why rich people drink it like it’s water. “That’s a good girl. See? Wasn’t so bad after all.” Andy praises you, tapping your cheek as though you’re a pet.

You whimper again, feeling Lee and Bucky grab your arms tightly. “As much as I love that cute little dress, I’d prefer to see you out of it,” Ransom smirks, handing Andy another glass of champagne. This time, it’s a glass of Boërl & Kroger Magnum. It’s stronger, much stronger than the previous one. Ransom’s hands come to the front of your favourite dress and a loud rip reverberates throughout the room.

You squeeze your eyes shut as the room fills with whistles and groans. “Fuckin’ hell, little girl.” Lee groans, his cock swelling up once again. Suddenly, everyone’s trousers are a few sizes too small. They drink in your lingerie-clad form and you grow even shyer underneath their strong gazes. “I don’t know if I wanna fuck you in this little get-up, or rip it off and then fuck you.” Steve groans, palming himself through his dress pants.

You don’t realize until now that they’ve all surrounded you. Andy tilts the glass into your slack jaw and you allow the bubbly beverage to fill your mouth. Why fight it? Plus, there’s no way you can get wasted off of champagne. You can feel a bit of champagne dribble down your chin and towards your cleavage. It has you feeling even more embarrassed and ashamed than you already are.

The sight fuels everyone in the room. “Fuck it,” Steve says, grabbing the glass from Andy. He throws it behind him, a crash reverberating in the room. You flinch at the sound and Ransom cooes condescendingly. “Are you scared, little girl?” Ransom asks you, tilting your chin up to his face. His blue eyes are blown out with lust and darkness. He smashes his lips against yours and you’re not sure whether to kiss him back or not.

A harsh hand squeezing your ass warns you to mimic his movements. The kiss is rough and filled with need. You try to keep up with kiss lips, so focused on doing it correctly. You don’t even realize that you’re being moved to one of the couches and that everyone has been stripped from their suits. The only article of clothing on the men is their boxers. Ransom shoves his tongue into your mouth and you let him dominate you. Sets of hands begin to feel up your body — groping, squeezing, rubbing.

You feel someone else’s lips on your neck, lightly peppering kisses near that sweet spot of yours. As soon as Charles hits it, you melt in all of their hands. “That’s a good girl, yeah.” Chris praises, cupping one of your tits through your bra. The strings on your lingerie are tearing away, the sound echoing in your ears. Your bra and underwear remain, with tethers of red string on them. Sebastian’s hands run up and down your waist, making goosebumps form.

You aren’t sure what Lee, Andy and Steve are doing, but you know their hands are on you somewhere. Then, Ransom pulls away. Your lips are swollen and they even hurt a bit, too. You can feel wetness pooling in your red panties, but you’re too drunk to care about your sudden neediness. You’re worried about what’s going to happen. Lee lifts you and places you on the expensive shag carpet.

You whimper in pain as the carpet digs into your skin remorselessly. “Sorry, baby. It’ll be worth it, don’t worry.” Lee gently tells you, rubbing your cheek. Suddenly, he strikes you harshly. You let out a shriek of pain and fear, but you’re quickly shushed. “Shh, I know you like that, look -- You’re rubbing your thighs together like a lil’ slut.” He jeers, stroking the other cheek. You whimper and shake your head, even though he’s correct.

“Lying isn’t very nice, little girl,” Steve warns, standing next to Lee. You look up at them both, tears welling in your beautiful eyes. The sight makes them even harder than they already are, to the point where it’s almost unbearable. Lee pulls his boxers down and so does Steve. You gasp and your jaw nearly drops. Their cocks bunce up and slap their lower abdomens. Pre-cum leaks from their swollen, red tips. They’re both roughly the same size, but Lee is thicker than Steve.

“You like what you see, little girl?” Steve asks, grabbing the base of his cock. It looks even bigger in his large hands, and you gulp in fear. You’re not sure why you’re nodding, but you can’t stop yourself. Lee gives his cock a few strokes, and Steve grabs a handful of your hair. You whimper loudly as he drags you closer to his cock. “Say ‘ahh’.” Steve teases, before shoving his cock into your mouth.

You’ve done this before, but never with someone of his length and girth. Your mouth and jaw immediately start to hurt at the stretch. His cock is only halfway into your mouth, but it’s quite possibly one of the worst feelings ever. Steve tugs at your hair again, and you take it as a sign to start sucking. You hollow your cheeks and begin to bob your head, your tongue laving at the bottom of his cock.

You can feel the different veins on his cock throb, pulsating underneath the wetness of your tongue. He groans above you and the others in the room whistle at you. You’re not sure where to look, so your eyes dart around. You end up locking eyes with the man above you and your squeak around his cock. The vibrations of your voice have him cursing like a sailor. “Fuckin’ hell, little girl. So good at sucking cock.” He praises, petting the top of your head.

You involuntarily hum at the praise, squeezing your thighs together. Suddenly, you’re pulled off of Steve’s cock. You gasp for air, not even realizing how you were barely breathing whilst sucking his cock. Your chest heaves and your heart clamours as Lee drags you closer to him. He slaps the fat tip of his cock on your thrumming cheek. You flinch, feeling sticky pre-cum stain your face. Lee shoves his cock in your mouth the same way Steve did, only this time he forces you all the way down.

Your nose meets his fuzzy, soft tummy. You gag and sputter around his cock, trying to control your very much needed breathing. Lee places both his hands on each side of your head. Somehow, he’s still a bit gentle with you, even though he’s forcing you to suck his cock. He slowly moves your head up and down, moaning softly at the feeling of your wet mouth. Saliva coats his coat with a sticky sheen that only helps you make him feel good and nothing more.

“Oh, fuck.” He groans loudly, tossing his head back. You swallow around his cock, your threat constricting around him for a brief moment. You can feel his heavy balls against your chin for a few moments every now and then. All of a sudden, you’re once again pulled away from his cock. Steve forces himself farther into your mouth, just like Lee.

You feel light-headed from the little bit of air you’re getting. But you know that’s not their priority. Gags fill the room and your eyes roll back into your head. You aren’t pulled off of his cock, yet. “Fuck, I’m pretty sure she’s enjoying this as much as you are, Steve,” Bucky says, only just realizing that you’re trying to alleviate the ache between your legs. Everyone’s eyes fall to your cunt, where you’re rubbing your thighs together and humping the hair like a little bunny.

“Bet she probably doesn’t even realize it…” Ransom smirks, feeling his cock throb. You can only hear some of their words. You don’t know what they’re talking about, but it can’t be good. Steve begins to thrust his cock into your mouth, moving his hips back and forth. His balls slap your chin, his cock stretches your mouth and his moans are the only thing your ears can hear. “Fuck, I’m gonna cum.” He announces, and you shake your head in objection.

You place your hands on his thighs and push him as much as you can. Your efforts are wasted because he doesn’t budge at all. You decide to resort to hitting, but it still doesn’t do anything. Steve suddenly still and his cum shoots down your throat. White stickiness fills your mouth up and you whine loudly. Steve paints your mouth with white streaks and he sighs loudly. He doesn’t pull out even after he’s already come, and you’re confused.

“C’mon, swallow it all like the good little slut you are.” He husks, his voice a bit hoarse. He shoves his cock more into your throat and you have no choice but to swallow it all. As soon as you do, Lee pulls you away from Steve. “Fuckin’ piece of shit.” He grumbles loud enough for only you to hear. He gives a nod to someone and then grabs a hold of your head again. “Shh it’s okay, you can do it. I know you can, you’re a good girl.” He eases, slowly pushing his cock into your wet cavern.

Unlike Steve, Lee is a bit gentler. Maybe it’s because his heart is slightly bigger than his dick. His cock hits your gag reflex and you’re so fucking lucky that you aren’t having any… accidents. Steve’s cum is still lingering in your mouth — musky, a little salty, and sticky. The droplets that are on the side of your mouth roll down Lee’s cock, leaving slight wetness on him that isn’t saliva. As soon as your nose nuzzles against his stomach, he groans.

He keeps your head locked in place for some reason, you’re not exactly sure why. Maybe he’s giving you some time to get used to his thickness. You hum in delight, a way of showing that you’re thankful that he’s sparing you some humanity. He chuckles, stroking one of your cock-filled cheeks. Cold fingers crawl between your thigh and you jump in fear. Your body doesn’t fully jerk away because of Lee’s strength. You can see Bucky smirking from your peripheral view and he rubs your wet cunt through the panties.

You shake your head and try to kick him away, but he stops you from protesting. Bucky spanks your ass harshly, watching as the skin ripples from the force. “Uh uh, stop that. Don’t make me put you over my knee and spank you ‘till you’re bleeding.” He threatens, placing one of his knees on your leg. You try to wiggly away from him, but your attempts are fruitless. You accept defeat, but only for now.

His metal hand returns to your cunt and he grabs the crotch of your soaking wet underwear. Bucky pulls it away from your cunt and you can still see his grin as smug as ever. You look up at Lee and your eyes plead for him to stop it all, but he just rubs your bulging throat. He moans at the slight pleasure and you gulp in fear. His thumb rubs at your cheek whilst Bucky rips your underwear away from your pussy.

Sebastian, Chris, Ransom, Andy, Charles, and Steve watch the sight before them with their hands palming their hard cocks. “She’s so fucking wet, aren’t you, little girl? Bet you got this wet just from sucking their cocks, ‘cause you love it so much. You love being a little slut for us.” He sneers, lightly smacking your cunt. You whimper around Lee’s cock and he grows tired of holding back.

He drags his hips back slightly and moves your head away from his cock, before pushing you back down rather quickly and harshly. You feel Bucky’s fingers trace at your drooling hole, occasionally dipping the tip of one of his fingers inside. He traces your wet lips and your sensitive clit too. You twitch at the sudden stimulation. Lee guides you up and down his cock at a rather decent pace. Your gags, wet noises and Lee’s moans fill the room in a rather melodious manner.

Bucky pushes one finger into your tight cunt, groaning at how your pussy immediately hugs his digit. “God, you’re so fucking tight. This cunt just needs to be destroyed, doesn’t it? Don’t worry, we’re gonna ruin it for any other man.” Bucky chuckles, pushing his digit further into you. He feels around, searching that spot that you haven’t found yet.

“You look so pretty with your mouth stuffed full of my cock, little girl. So fuckin’ pretty, ‘s like it was made just for me.” Lee cooes at you, thrusting even harder into your mouth. Tears sting your eyes but you ignore them. Bucky let’s put a noise of satisfaction and pride as you clench around his fingers. “There it is… Do you like it when I touch you like that, baby? Yeah, I know you do. Fuckin’ love it.” He husks in your ear, before nibbling on your earlobe.

You squeeze your eyes shut once Bucky starts moving his fingers inside you. Lee fucks your face with sloppy movements, signalling his impending orgasm. You place your hands on his thick, squishy thighs. Your short nails dig into his soft skin slightly as Bucky assaults your g-spot with his metal fingers. Lee pulls out your hair, a delicious sting radiating from your head. The pain makes you sputter once again around his cock, and that’s when Lee loses himself.

Just like Steve, he shoves his cock further down your throat as he hits his orgasm. His hot cum shoots down your throat, some of it filling your mouth up along with his cock. His hips are stilled but his cock is twitching almost wildly in your mouth. You can feel him throbbing against your tongue and you’re more ashamed than ever. Hopefully, it’s all over now. You shut your eyes close, unable to look Lee in his eyes.

He gives your cheek a light slap, and this time you don’t shriek or flinch. You swallow obediently around his cock, losing all defiance just so that it can all be over. You cringe at the feeling of his cum sliding down your throat, which is a fleeting moment. Bucky’s other hand reaches down to play with your little pearl of nerves. Suddenly, you’re gushing around his single-digit as it thrusts in and out of your pussy. “You look so pretty when you come, little girl. Such a sight.” Bucky whispers in your ear, kissing your neck.

“Aw, you love this, don’t you?” Lee asks, watching as you struggle to keep yourself together. You shake your head, even though the man above you doesn’t allow you to move. “Yeah, you do. You love sucking your seniors’ cocks and having your bosses watch. That’s why you’re all wet, right? Soaking Bucky’s fingers an’ coming all around them.” Lee presses, pulling his cock out. Somehow, he’s still as hard as ever. Steve too.

You open your mouth up to scream for help, but Ransom quickly stops you. His hand wraps around your neck and squeezes, cutting you off. Your scream for help dies down in your throat and so has all the fight in your body. Bucky continues to fuck you with his finger and his hand doesn’t leave your clit either. His movements are quicker, much quicker. Ransom leans his face close to yours, a dangerous scowl staining his.

“Do you want us to be rough, hm? We can fucking ruin you, and your holes. Are you that fucking stupid to try and scream? Who’s gonna help you anyway? Especially if they walk in to see you bouncing up and down on our cocks, begging for our cum.” He spits, squeezing your throat even tighter. “I— I’m sorry.” You apologize, scared of the man in front of you and the others who surround you.

You can feel yourself slowly losing consciousness, slowly but surely. Tears sting your eyes and begin to leak down your cheeks, maybe Ransom chuckle. You can feel his pinky ring dig into the skin of your neck, just like how you can feel Bucky’s fingers push against your sweet spot. “Do you wanna breathe, or do you wanna cum like a good girl?” He asks lowly, staring right into your eyes. You’re not sure what the right answer is, but you can barely think.

From the loss of oxygen to the way Bucky's fingers and slowing down and denying your pleasure. You feel Ransom’s fingers loosen a bit, almost as if he’s giving you a hint. You’re sure he knows you can’t think straight, and he’s probably going to tease you for it. “I… I wanna cum like-- like a good girl…” You breathlessly admit, feeling your eyes flutter shut. “Please…” You beg, more tears leaking from your glassy eyes.

Ransom lets go of your neck but he doesn’t let you fall. Bucky’s ministrations on your pussy speed up, bringing you closer to the edge. White fire burns in your stomach and cunt as you can feel yourself about to cum. “Please, please, please, Sir…” You unconsciously beg, before starting to sob. “Awe… Look at you, so desperate. Hm? You don’t even care if you were gonna pass out, you just want to come.” Ransoms jabs at you, grabbing your face roughly.

You can see that he’s taken off his boxers, his hard cock hanging between his built thighs. “Do it, come right fucking now.” He demands, before hollowing his cheeks out. You can’t see what he’s doing through your bleary eyesight, but you have a feeling that it isn’t good for you. You let out a gasp as Ransom spit on your face, his sticky salvia painting your left cheek.

It drips down to your open mouth in the worst way possible. You let it roll into your mouth because you can’t stop it. “Oh my God, yes…” You pant desperately as you hit your climax. You cum all over Bucky’s fingers, your cunt spasming. You moan loudly, just like the slut they claim you are. Bucky rubs your clit and continues to finger you until you can barely keep yourself up. “So sensitive… God, I’m gonna have so much fun with this pussy.” Bucky groans, slowing down his movements.

You barely have any time to collect yourself from your heaven-sent orgasm. You’re being lifted and placed on someone else. You rub your eyes and turn around, just to see Andy smirking up at you. His kind-seeming eyes, but his smile tells a different story. You turn back around, just to see your bosses and their deviant partners surrounding you. Charles steps forward with his signet ring-decorated hand wrapped around his cock.

He stares you down as he spits in his hands and brings it to his cock. He strokes himself slowly, the salvia making lewd squelching sounds. Andy’s hands crawl up your ass to your soft thighs. He grabs your skin and spreads your legs as wide as he deems best. His thighs rest under yours as Charles kneels down in front of you. “Such a pretty little pussy, Bambina.” He softly tells you, as though he’s your lover.

It seems that you’re looking at him, it truly does. But in reality, you’ve zoned out to a land far, far away from where there were no monsters like these men. Only princes and heroes like him. “Look at her, she looks so fucked out.” Steve comments, pointing at you. Charles hums, before snapping his fingers. Your trip is cut short, and you’re back to reality. Charles grabs the base of his cock and slaps the head of it on your sensitive clit, making you twitch.

Andy runs two of his fingers across your face; his pointer and his middle finger. He moves down to your slightly parted lips and pushes them inside. Charles smears his pre-cum against your wet lips, mixing the stickiness with your cum. You whimper at the feeling and focus on that only. “C’mon, suck on my fingers like it’s my cock, little girl.” Andy urges, pressing your tongue with his fingers.

You hesitatingly comply, trying to please him. The more you listen, the quicker it’ll all be over, right? “You’re just a good little slut, aren’t you? So good, the best little girl ever.” Charles praises, running the head of his cock through your folds. If this was all… okay, then you would agree with him and serve your duties as a good girl. But it isn’t okay, so you leave it at that. Charles pulls his now soaking wet cock away from your pussy, and you feel him push in.

But it isn’t him. It’s Andy’s cock. He slowly pushes into you, stretching you until it hurts like nothing before. He bottoms out with a loud moan that nearly makes your right ear hurt. He doesn’t begin to fuck you brutally, as any man would. No, he stays buried in your wet cunt and Charles seizes the moment. His wet cock head nudges against your other hole, the one that was forbidden to your boyfriend — ex-boyfriend.

You flinch and try to close your legs, but Andy stops you as quickly as possible. “Please…” You beg, using your eyes to tell him “No, I don’t want this. Please stop.” He shushes you and pushes the head of his cock in slightly. You’re gratefully he doesn’t just get on with it and brutalizes you. Andy pulls out of your wet cunt and you’re immensely confused.

To be honest, though, you always are.

Charles pushes into your cunt and fills you up like Andy. He immediately finds your sweet spot just like Bucky did. Andy grabs his cock and leads it to your tighter hole, before slowly pushing in. He groans loudly at how tight you are, how much you’re squeezing him like a vice. “No, stop it, please.” You beg, trying to get up from your spot on his chest.

He pulls you back down and Charles wraps his hand around your throat. “Shut up. Shut your fucking mouth before I get one of them to stuff it full with their cock.” He threatens. His face is calm in the most frightening way possible. Andy curses behind you as he finally bottoms out inside your ass. The pain makes you want to scream, but after your previous antics, you choose to just bite your lip and keep quiet.

Your short, red nails dig into your palms and draw blood, but it doesn’t hurt that badly. They both nod at each other but you don’t notice it at all, too focused on the excruciating pain you’re feeling. You might say that you’re about to pass out, but you can’t even form anything more than “please,” and moans of pain. Charles’s rough thumb rests upon your throbbing clit, ready to bring you to your orgasm.

But God, you’re squeezing his cock so tightly with your pussy it takes him a few moments to collect himself. “You’re squeezing our cocks so nicely, little baby. You just don’t wanna let us go.” Andy chuckles, wiggling his hips for some friction. You let out a loud moan — and you’re not sure if it’s of pain or pleasure.

Charles slowly drags his cock out of your cunt, leaving just the tip inside you. The feeling of sudden emptiness reminds you of when you stand up too quickly after laying down for a while. Mind-altering, if you must say. He slams back inside you and Andy does the opposite; pulling out of you. Charles fuck you slow, yet hard and rough. He rubs your clot quickly as he fucks you relentlessly.

Groans, whistles, curse words and moans all fill the room yet you only focus on the way their cocks are driving in and out of you. “Fuck, such a nice ass. You love having Daddy’s cock in your ass, don’t you?” Andy asks, looking straight down to where you’re connected. You swallow thickly and Charles feels it against his hand. He squeezes the sides of your throat slightly, and you nod quickly.

“Say it. Say you love having my cock fuck your little ass. I bet nobody ever fucked you like this, not even that lousy boyfriend of yours. You probably wished he took you like the little slut you are, destroying all your holes.” He demands as his dirty words make you wetter and wetter. “I…” You pant helplessly, looking around.

Everyone stares you down, their cocks in their hands as they slowly jerk off to you. “I l-love having your c-cock fuck my a-ass, Daddy.” You sheepishly tell him, whispering that last part. “Brava, Bambina.” Charles praises, punctuating his words with one thrust that hits your cervix. You let out a cry and the lewd sounds of them fucking you are drowned out for a brief second.

Charles continues to pummel your g-spot, and occasionally, your cervix. The pain isn’t as bad as the pain Andy is causing you. You can feel Andy’s cock pulsating in you, driving in and out of you. You’re sure you’re probably bleeding, but you know that none of these men care. “Fuck, she’s so stretched out…” Someone says, loud enough so you can hear.

You feel yourself being pushed to the edge at a rather fast pace. “You gonna come, baby? You gotta ask us first.” Charles snickers, slowing down his thrusts and taking away his thumb from your clit. You whine out like a bitch in heat, desperate to come all over their cocks. “Please…” You beg, gyrating your hips so that Charles can continue to fuck you like a starved man.

“Gotta do better than that, Tesoro Mio.” He hums, pulling out even more. He watches in awe as your wetness coats his cock like nothing before. In the bright lights, his cock glistens with your juices. “Please, please let me come! I need it, I want to come so badly, Sir!” You beg, bucking your hips upwards. “That’s a good little slut.” He praises, pushing back into your cunt. You moan loudly and wantonly once he bottoms out again.

The pain in your ass finally turns into pleasure and you moan even louder. “Oh my god!” You squeal despite your throat hurting. You grind down on their cocks slightly, chasing your orgasm. “Please let me come. Please, Sir… Please, Daddy!” You beg involuntarily, taking a page out of your wildest fantasies. Your words spur them on and you’re suddenly crashing into a lovely climax. You moan loudly and clamp down on their cocks as much as your body lets you.

“Fuck, you’re even more beautiful when you come around our cocks. You love being fucked by two men, don’t you? Yeah, yeah you do. That’s why you’re being so needy and desperate.” Andy groans in your ear, feeling his balls tighten up as you milk him and Charles for all they’re worth. You nod in agreement, not even caring anymore,

You soak their cocks with your cum, and your eyes roll back into your skull. “Awe, look at her. She goin’ all stupid.” Lee teases, squeezing the base of his cock to stave off his release. Your heart clamours in your chest, beating wildly as you struggle to come down from your high. Your mind has a slight buzz to it, and the champagne is the one to blame. You can hear soft moans from the other men, and you fight back a shy smile of pride.

Charles and Andy both have beads of sweat dripping down their skin, enhancing your arousal. They both curse under their breaths and groan. Andy’s hips still first, and his cock twitches inside you. “Oh fuck…” He groans in a low voice. Streaks of cum paint your insides, filling you up in a pleasant way possible. You sigh at the feeling and look up at Charles. He squeezes your throat a bit tighter, which only makes you wetter.

His thrusts are slow and sloppy, signalling his orgasm. “Please come in me… Please, Sir.” You whisper to him, knowing he needs something to push him over the edge. “Fill me up with your cum, Sir.” You add, remembering certain lines from porn videos you used to watch. “Oh— fuck…” He groans as he comes inside you. You can feel his cum, filling you up to the brim and then some. Andy pulls out, his cock lightly brushing against Charles’s thigh.

You watch Charles as he slowly comes down from euphoria. You feel empty, so empty. Bucky watches with hungry eyes as cum and a tinge of blood leaks out of your asshole. It’s slightly stretched, which only turns him on even more. Charles drags his cock out of your pussy, slowly and carefully just so that he won’t hurt you.

Again, if the circumstances weren’t so… fucked up, you would’ve enjoyed this all.

You sigh and flop backwards onto Andy’s chest, ready for sleep to take you. You feel your eyes flutter shut, but then you’re jerked back to reality. Your eyes open up just for you to come face to face with Bucky, who smiles deviously at you. “I know you’re tired, baby, but we’re not done with you yet.” He cooes at you, rubbing your ass.

You don’t know where he’s taking you, but you hope it’s somewhere near the door.

“Hi, baby girl… You feelin’ good?” A raspy yet oh-so-familiar voice asks you. You rub your eyes as you’re set on someone’s lap. Ransom’s dark, lust-filled eyes lock with your tired ones. It takes you a good few moments to nod, and he chuckles. His hand comes up to your face, cupping your slightly sticky cheek. He caresses your face with his thumb, and you involuntarily lean into his touch.

Bucky pushes you farther into Ransom’s arms and he grabs your hurting hips. Cum leaks from both of your aching, stretched holes. Ransom’s hand leaves your cheek, but it quickly returns. But this time, it isn’t sweet and loving. No. Instead, he gives you a light slap on the cheek, just like Lee did. The coolness of his ring on your hot skin is… refreshing. It’s different.

Your ass is lifted into the air slightly, giving Bucky easy access to your stretched out rim. Bucky runs his hands up and down your ass, occasionally spanking you. The crack of his hand against your skin is just a reminder of your situation. You can feel Ransom’s cock resting right beneath your abused cunt, throbbing with want and need.

He grabs the base of his cock and lines the fat, leaking tip up to your cum-filled hole. Neither he nor Bucky needs any lube, all thanks to Andy and Charles. In one thrust, he fills you in a way that your fingers can’t. You can feel Bucky scoop up some of the cum leaking from your holes, along with your juices. Everywhere is tingling, a sensation unlike anything else.

He brings his fingers up to your mouth and Ransom squeezes your jaw until your mouth falls open, just like before. Bucky quickly pushes his fingers into your mouth. The taste of cum — salty, musky, and sweet — fills your mouth. It laps over your tongue and you involuntarily swallow it all. Whilst being distracted by Bucky’s fingers in your mouth, you don’t realize that he’s already pushing into your ass.

You gasp around his fingers as he quickly bottoms out inside you. Bucky’s too eager to take it slow. Bucky takes his now spit-slick fingers and wraps his arm around you, reaching down to your clit. You feel even more full than when Andy and Charles were in you. Maybe it’s the added cum, or maybe it’s the same and you’re just not used to being filled by two cocks.

Ransom moves his hand to your stomach and rubs the skin there — the bulging skin. The outline of his cock is faint, but it’s there. “Look at you, all filled up with our cocks.” Ransom whispers, before roughly grabbing your hips. He grinds you down onto his cock before lifting you slightly. Both he and Buckypull out slightly and start shallowly thrusting into you, almost in a teasing way.

You want more, you want more pleasure so badly. You want them to fuck you hard, for them to fuck you deeply and maybe even roughly. “You want something, don’t you, baby? So ungrateful…” Ransom disappointingly coaxes. You thrust back onto Bucky’s cock, a trick you learned from when you caught your ex-boyfriend balls-deep in your closest friend. Then, you grind down on Ransom’s cock.

Cum drips from both of your entrances and runs down the sides of their shafts and your inner thighs. “Fuck, if you wanted it that badly all you had to do was ask real sweetly.” Bucky groans, losing all sense and self-control. He pulls his cock out all the way, not even leaving the tip inside your ass. Ransom pulls halfway out and then bucks his hips up. He fucks back into you, but this time it’s more deep and punctuated.

“Oh— Thank you… Thank you, Sir!” You squeal as Ransom pounds against your g-spot over and over. His sticky, swollen, heavy balls slap against your empty ass. Bucky rubs your clit slowly, just to hear you whine like the desperate slut you are. “C’mon, make some noise for Daddy.” He demands in your ear, rubbing the tip of his cock on your other hole.

The feeling is lovely, but you crave more. “Please… Please fuck my ass, Daddy! I wan’ it so bad, wan’ you to put your big cock in me… Please, please…” You beg whilst you pant wildly. “примерная девочка.” He husks before pushing his hips forward. Despite having your… anal cherry being just popped, he acts as though you’re constantly begging to take it up the ass.

“Fuck, she doing that thing again,” Ransom comments, staring at your face. By ‘that thing,’ he means that way your mouth drops open in a silent scream and your eyes roll back into your skull. You clench around both Bucky’s and Ransom’s cocks, even though your muscles are barely working. You fall onto Ransom’s chest and you can hear his heart beating wildly in his chest, just like yours.

Unbeknownst to you, you just gave Bucky more leverage to fuck your ass. He takes his hand away from your clit and instead wraps it around your hair. He gives your hair a slight tug, and starts fucking you even harder. You dig your nails into Ransom’s chest at the stronger thrusts overpower your entire body and mind. You can hear a groan rumbling in his chest. “Fuck, best pussy I ever had.” He growls, finishing his sentence with one painful snap of his hips that goes straight to your cervix.

“Oh, can I come, please? I need it so— so badly, Daddy… Please, please let me come…” You beg, feeling the knot in your stomach beginning to tighten up. The pressure increases and you’re not sure if you can hold out for a minute more. The lewd sounds, the feeling of their cocks driving in and out of you, and their moans all push you to the edge.

“Awe, well go ahead, little girl. You’ve earned it, come all over our cocks.”

“Yeah… Fuck— I don’t think ‘m gonna last any longer…” Bucky curses under his breath loud enough for you and Ransom to hear. Ransom nods, a bead of sweat running down his neck. Bucky’s metal hand comes up to your bra and he unhooks it. Ransom grabs the cheap fabric and throws it at one of his friends. Ransom gives a wink to Lee, who pockets your bra.

Your tits are sticky with dried champagne from before. Ransom has the urge to swirl his tongue around your hardened nubs until you’re coming around their cocks once again. But his basic needs are just more important than yours as of now. Bucky’s hips still first, his brutality against your ass finally coming to an end.

He swallows thickly — but he gets caught off by a loud, deep moan of his own. It’s right in your ear, and Bucky has you use your body as a brace to hold himself up. His balls tighten up and cum shoots inside your ass. You’re far more sensitive than the previous time and now you can feel every single drop painting your walls. Ransom follows, his load pumping into you in a relieving way. Your walls encompass them both, hugging them tightly.

Bucky fucks into you with a few more thrusts; shallow and quick. He prolongs his orgasm until his mind is fuzzy and his cock can’t take it. He pulls out, removing his hand from your hair and he sighs. His and Andy’s cum follows his cock along with a streak of light pink. He feels nice, prideful in a way that throughout all the pain, you only ever took pleasure.

Ransom keeps his cock locked inside of you, and he just knows that you’re on the verge of either crying, screaming, or passing out. He also knows that you’re smart, and won’t do anything other than remain docile for Sebastian and Chris. “C- Can I go now? I won’t tell anyone– I swear!” You plead to Ransom in an excited sort of whisper. Ransom clenches his jaw and stares down at you, and your lips turn down into a frown.

“You’re lucky we aren’t alone.” He tells you and his words are enough to shut you up. You whimper, but you don’t apologize. “You’ve been such a good girl…” Sebastian says from behind you. You turn around and look up at him. He smiles at you and it’s gentle, almost reassuring. But you don’t return it. Sebastian wraps his muscly arms around you and picks you up with ease.

Ransom’s cock slips from your folds with ease, and cum drips from your filled up pussy. White stickiness drips down your slightly sweaty thighs and it makes you feel so conscience-stricken. Unlike every other time — like when you were sucking off Lee and Steve, or getting fucked by Ransom and Bucky or Charles and Andy — you’re now standing up. It’s weird, a funny feeling that might take you a few seconds to get used to.

Chris comes up to you and he has a menacing stance. He cups your face with his soft yet slightly coarse hands. You flinch, scared that he’ll slap you the way Ransom did beforehand. Luckily, he doesn’t. “Aw, you’re scared, aren’t you?” Chris asks you, rubbing your top lip with his thumb. You hesitatingly nod. “Don’t be. The only thing you should be scared of is us destroying your holes… And by the looks of it, it seems like we already have.” He chuckles in a mocking manner.

You gulp thickly and try to ignore the newfound wetness that is pooling in your core. Along with it is a fire that doesn’t seem to be put out yet. Sebastian’s hands move from your waist to your back, and then to your hips. His movements are gentle and soft, almost as if his intentions hold no malice. But the truth is a complete contrast to what he’s trying to imply.

He spins you around in one swift movement and your world tilts on its axis for a brief moment. You grip his biceps as you try to get a hold of yourself. “Wanna see this pretty face while I fuck you into oblivion.” He mumbles under his breath, and you can feel Chris’s hands running all over your hurting ass. “And I wanna see this ass while I fuck it.” Chris chuckles in your ear once again.

He lands a spank onto your ass, watching the skin ripple in such a marvellous way he swears he’ll never see a girl as pretty as you. Sebastian lifts you up and on instinct, you wrap your legs around his waist. You can feel Sebastian’s cock right near your beaten up, cum-filled entrance. Then, you feel Chris’s tip at your other entrance.

They both thrust into you at once, and a loud squelching noise fills the room. “That cunt is so filled up…” Steve comments from the side, slowly jerking his cock off. You squeeze your eyes shut at his words, and try to block them out. Sebastian lets out a choked moan, whereas Chris groans lowly in your ear.

They both hold you up by your ass, and they start to thrust into you hard and fast. Your head lols back onto Chris’s shoulder and you can barely keep up with them. Sebastian’s hips buck up to your pussy and his cockhead slams into your cervix. “Ow…” You whine, before biting down on your lip. Your lipstick is smeared and your makeup is all ruined, but that seems to be the last thing on your mind.

You’re so fucking sensitive, it’s practically hilarious. Your little body has reached its limit... but maybe your body has no limit anymore. “Shh, just give up, babydoll. You’re doing so good, letting us use you.” Sebastian praises as he delivers a nice, harsh thrust. Chris ruts into you like no tomorrow, treating you like the fleshlight you are.

“Yeah– You love getting used. Bet your boyfriend couldn’t fuck you like this, couldn’t make you feel this good. He probably didn’t know how much of a slut you are.” Chris whispers in your ear whilst he grinds his cock into you. Both of their cocks are covered in cum, but they don’t mind. “These holes belong to us, right? All ours, ready to be used anytime.” Mr. Evans adds.

His slightly greying beard scratches your skin, right where Ransom was choking you. He places a few kisses on your bruising, hurting neck. Your hardened nipples rub against Sebastian’s sweaty chest, and your bulging abdomen touches his, too. “It’s… ‘S too much..” You complain in a dragged out, pathetic whine that turns into a moan. “Oh, it’s too much? Poor baby… Do you want us to slow down?” Chris asks, bringing his thrusts to a halt.

You nod before you start begging because you know they want the cherry on top. “Yes, please. Please, Sir, please slow down.” You ask them politely. You even flash your signature puppy dog eyes, hoping they haven’t gone out of style yet. They both coo at you, before smirking at each other. You shut your eyes and sigh, but your eyelids fly back open when you feel Sebastian and Chris starting to fuck you even harder.

“Too bad,” Sebastian grunts. “You’re going to take whatever the fuck we give you.” He sneers, and you can feel that pressure in your stomach beginning to increase. But it’s too much, more than you can handle. You shake your head and beg them to stop, but your pleas are silenced when Chris wraps his hand around your throat.

Every word that’s in your mouth dies down, and the only thing that comes from you are your moans and whimpers. “You’re gonna come, aren’t you? Just can’t help it, it feels too fucking good, doesn’t it? Do it, come all over our cocks right fucking now.” Sebastian growls as your moans become louder and your grip on their cocks grow tighter.

Your legs are shaking as you come undone. Your hands curl into fists and your eyes shut as they roll back. Your wet walls gush around their thick, long cocks and they continue to fuck you until you’re babbling like a dumb little baby. “Fuck…” Chris curses under his breath, his thrusts becoming sloppy. It’s the same for Sebastian, and inside you’re elated.

Finally, finally, it’s all over.

They both pull out and you’re all but confused. They set you on the ground and you can barely stand without holding on to either Chris or Sebastian. Lee chuckles, and you shut your eyes in embarrassment. “Oh, don’t be like that.” Ransom sasses from Lee’s left side. He’s right. These men just put you through hell, and that’s what you’re going to be embarrassed about?

Pathetic.

Sebastian pushes you to your knees and you fall with a muffled thud. Once again, the carpet digs into your knees but this time it isn’t as painful. You look up, and you’re suddenly surrounded by everyone. Mr. Stan, Mr. Barnes, Mr. Bodecker, Mr. Blackwood, Mr. Evans, Mr. Rogers, Mr. Drysdale, and Mr. Barber… You’re not sure whether you should look at any of them in the eyes or not.

Truthfully, you’re not sure what to do. Should you run? Scream? Fight? Stay put? Millions of thoughts run through your mind but none of them seem to fully register. Everyone’s dominant hands are on their cocks, moving up and down at a rather fast pace. Chris and Sebastian fuck their hands even faster, eager to meet their climaxes.

Their moans and groans go straight to your wet pussy, fueling certain feelings you had been trying to push down all night. “Fuck, yes…” Chris moans coarsely. His balls tighten up and his red tip lets out spurts of cum. He paints your face and you nearly gag out of disgust. “You look even prettier with– with your face painted like that.” Lee groans, and he comes too. “Open up.” He orders in a creepy sing-song voice.

You listen to him obediently, and you haven’t noticed that the alcohol in your system has dissipated. His cum shoots straight into your mouth, his signature taste of muskiness and salt spreading across your tongue. After a few more seconds, Chris finally stops. He admires the way your face is covered in cum — his cum, to be exact. “C’mon, swallow it all like the good slut you are.” Sebastian urges, and his streaks of stickiness begin to shoot from his tip, too.

He paints your chest, almost like it’s a canvas. As much as you hate to admit it, this all turns you on even more. You can feel your wetness leaking from your cunt. Lee’s finger drags through the cum that’s on your face and he scoops some of it up. He pushes his finger into your mouth and shakes his head when he learns you haven’t swallowed his seed yet.

His frown is enough for you to listen. You swallow with difficulty, which comes from his digit. Your tongue laps up the cum on his finger and he smiles down at you. He pulls his finger out with a ‘pop’ and your legs are being spread again. You know for a fact you can’t take anything more, but you also know that they probably don’t care.

Ransom aims for your cunt, Steve too. They both come at the same time, loud moans escaping past their plump lips. More cum joins the gratuitous amount that’s already there. Once they stop moaning and they stop coming, you’re turned over onto your stomach. You already know that the carpet is probably a mess that dry cleaning might not accept.

Bucky and Charles cover your ass in ropes of their seed, and your messy chest presses into the ground. There’s more cum on you and in you than there is dignity. “Fuck, I wish my phone wasn’t dead. I would’ve taken so many lovely pictures of our masterpiece here.” Bucky groans, and he continues to give his cock a few more strokes just to lengthen his orgasm.

Andy is the last, only because he has patience for things like this. He paints your back like he’s Monet, or maybe even Da Vinci. Sebastian kneels down in front of you and picks your head up from off the ground. His thumb smears the cum on your face into your skin, and you don’t even have the energy to ask them if it’s all over. He chuckles, before standing back up again.

“Looks like you really were a good girl this year.”

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viper

Abstract: Derek doesn’t like it when other guys think they can take his girl.

Pairing: Derek Morgan x reader (fem)

Warnings: nonee

Word count: 1176

A/N: I’ve been rewatching CM so thought I’d write a lil something for my absolute sweetheart Derek!

The snort that escaped your lips was loud enough to make Emily chuckle beside you as you watched the trainwreck which was Viper’s class on how to get girls.

He was deluded, really, that could be the only explaination that would cover this because there couldn’t be someone this far up their own ass, right?!

“Is this guy for real?!” Emily muttered in disbelief

“Yep in a stupid hat nonetheless” you snickered as Derek sent you a grin.

“Because if you’re smarter and more interesting, then you will be a better predator. This is the jungle my friends and your prey wants to be caught.”

The four of you stood watching his little act listening to his words he was performing to the group sat before him.

“You hear that language? He’s training serial killers” Derek muttered

The four of you exchanged a look as the session finally wrapped up and the man, more commonly known as ‘Viper’ walked up before you.

Hotch explained that in the investigation they were looking for someone who may have taken his class but all the man could focus on Emily and you.

“If you could just give us your attendance lists, it might help us find him” Emily told him

Standing up straighter his mouth quirked with a slight smirk as he looked her up and down.

“No”

Emily blanched

“No?” She asked, an eyebrow raised

“My clients expect a certain amount of confidentiality, I won’t compromise that” he told you as his eyes flickered from your friend to you

“We can come back with a warrant” you told him

“Be my guest” he said

Eyes roamed over you from your feet to your face making you cringe inside.

“But the money I make doesn’t just go towards my fabulous lifestyle, it also keeps some very expensive lawyers on retainer”

With a roll of your eyes you asked him what club he went to last night, but instead of an answer, he just shot you a smirk,

Derek didn’t like the way he was staring at you, almost like he was undressing you with his eyes.

It had been about 6 months since the two of you had started seeing each other, and as it went, the two of you were more in love than ever.

Despite being friends for years beforehand, one drunken night of dancing and confessions had to led to the two of you fiercely making out in the bathroom.

It had been smooth sailing since then.

The man before you now, thinking he was getting to you, very suggestively pinned you with a smug look which didn’t sit right with your boyfriend at your side.

“It’s a legitimate question” Derek narrowed his eyes “you seem to know a lot about our investigation”

Viper didn’t like the look your boyfriend was shooting him so in a huff he turned to face him.

“Two things to know about me, I outwit alpha males like you for fun and sometimes for profit, now how often do you have to rely on your badge to score, baldy” he snapped before turning to you

“Second, I was at club aqua and I have a stack of tax reductable drink receipts to back up my story”

Hotch and Emily shared a look as they watched how the two of you both reacted to how Viper had snapped at the other.

“Now you might not want to believe my style works, and here in this harsh light you have the advantage... but meet me on my turf” he laughed as if imagining it and you felt a slight nausea settle in your stomach at his grin, “oh the things I could make you do”

You could tell Derek was silently brimming with anger as Viper stepped closer to you, causing Derek to step forward, almost in front of you.

The look your boyfriend gave the man made you shiver slightly, you had never seen him look so fiercely towards someone.

The step forward was enough for Viper to clock Derek was protective over you and enough for the man to question the relationship between the two of you.

Hotch seemed to know when to step in and held out a business card to the salesman.

“If you have any questions, give us a call”

With that, he and Emily turned around to leave, muttering to each other on the way out. You had a good idea you knew it was about the man in the stupid coat before you.

Viper’s eyes flicked between you and Derek as you both shot him harsh glares.

Taking it upon yourself to make the move to go, you placed a hand on your boyfriend’s arm as you turned to leave.

Shooting one last look at Viper, Derek turned, placing a gentle hand on the small of your back as you both walked out of the building,

“I don’t like him” your boyfriend practically growled out “and the way he was looking at you Y/N... I could’ve hit him there and then”

“But you didn’t” you grabbed his arm and pulled him round to face you “and it’s okay, there are always going to be slimy guys like him, the world sadly isn’t rid of them”

Derek didn’t say anything but you could still tell he was brimming with anger as he wrapped an arm around you, pulling you close whilst you walked out to join Hotch and Emily.

The two agents watched you both walk out, wary of how each of you would be with the other after such an interaction.

“Tell me were looking into that guy” you asked the two as you joined them causing Emily to chuckle

“Exactly what I said”

“We’ll get Garcia to dig into him, but for now we need to head back to the station” Hotch nodded to you before heading towards the car.

Emily followed behind him as you were about to, but Derek held fast and pulled you closer to him, wrapping his arms around you; one around your shoulder with his hand buried in your hair and the other around your waist, almost tattooing your hips onto his.

Reciprocating the action, your arms went around his waist as you dug your face into his chest.

“I don’t like the way he spoke to you” you muttered into his shirt

He laughed, anger lessening slightly as he pressed a kiss to your forehead.

“You don’t like the way he spoke to me?! That was nothing, baby,” he sighed into your hair “it was the way he thought he had a grasp over you, the way he talked to you”

“I know” you hugged him closer “I’m yours, you know it, besides do you ever think I’d go for a guy like him?! I’m offended”

The chuckle that escaped his mouth was enough for the two of you to break away from each other with smiles.

He cupped your face and pressed his forehead against your own.

“I love you”

“I know” you smiled “I love you too”

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Hey babies and dear Anons 👋🏼🤗. Welcome to a new ‘Q&A’ post. I finally answered all (37) asks in my inbox. Many of them are old and for this, I apologize because it took me a long time for the AMA's 2018 post as you know. But now here we are, and I hope you can forgive me for the delay. Enjoy 🙃.

And you believe them just like that? Where's the proof of that? My dear Anon, a piece of advice from my heart? Don't believe anything until you see it, and when you do see it, always personally check that information for authenticity. This also applies to the things that all those people, the fake insiders, out there say.

As for your question, I've already answered it a lot of times. And like the many previous times, I'll copy and paste for you the same answer I gave to an Anon some time ago: “And to answer the rest of your questions, dear, I’ll sum it all up by telling you that when they’re not together, or they’re on a break, they have a different way of acting than when they’re together. And I speak in general. It shows in the way they behave in general. Now it’s much harder to see since they’re no longer in the group and you could clearly see when it happened, and it’s also hard since the pandemic, but there are patterns. I’ve spent so much time analyzing them that they’re quite predictable in my eyes 🤣”.

I'll also copy this other part of the same answer to another Anon: “As Lauren herself tweeted, pay attention. That’s all I’m gonna say, dear. See this mine not giving you more details than these as my way to protect them.”

I'm sorry, dear Anon, it's not for you. Maybe you're new to my blog, but I hope this is the last time I have to copy the same answer because my answer won't change anyway.

You sent me this ask the same night as Colors was released, so I think you now know that the reason was because Laur's independent, dear Anon. It was up to her to advertise it.

Songs: Curious (penultimate ask) and Bad Kind of Butterflies. And posts: fourth question, first four questions, sixth question, and second, third, and fifth questions.

It’s okay. Don't worry, dear Anon 😄.

1) Her contract with Sony isn’t over, dear Anon. Even AWAL is owned by Sony Music Entertainment.

2) The rules haven't changed.

3) Nope, as you may have noticed (regarding yogurt majesty). They'll continue to alternate as they always have.

My answer would've been yes even before the good news, dear Anon.

Already done 🥳🥳🥳🥳🥳

Who told you they don't travel or go to each other's house or other things like that, dear Anon? I agree on the difficulty of not being able to have any public interaction, but not on the rest. We only see 5/10% of their life, and of that 5/10%, we only see what they want to show us. And yes, that includes stunts and paparazzi pics.

I also agree when you say that it's hard to maintain a relationship in that way, and believe me, told by someone who's in a long-distance relationship and therefore worse than theirs, I can assure you that it is. But it's worth it, and it's up to the two people in the couple to stay strong until a better solution/situation 💪🏼.

We think the same way, dear Anon 😏. And yes, we all love Thunder content 🤩, but don't forget Eugene and Leo. I know Thunder is her favorite, but every time she leaves the newest comer (Eugene, not Tarzan who, sadly, was adopted more for PR than anything else) and the oldest (Leo) out, I feel sorry for them 🥺.

It will depend on how things are going to be in the future, dear Anon. If they can do everything in the right way, then yes. But the point is, we don't even know if they'll want to do it 🤷🏻‍♀️. I'll copy a piece of an old answer (penultimate question) I gave to an Anon about Mila's coming out to make you understand better what I mean and how I think about it:

“Not to mention that her coming out would confirm Camren even more, even if she doesn’t confirm it herself. It’s automatic. Let’s leave for a moment out us CS who know this and focus on the general public. After years and years of speculation from fans and the press, even the GP would automatically associate them. The fact in itself that both sides are queer, would automatically make the GP think, so to people who know little or nothing about them, that they were actually real and were just trying to hide it. And that, as fine as it might be for us, wouldn’t be fine for them.

If they don’t want to come out as a couple, if they don’t even want to admit that they were in the past, then that wouldn’t be fine for them at all. It would be even more difficult to hide and deny it. They would be harassed even more by fans, by the media, and not only their music would take a back seat, but even themselves. The couple, Camren, would be in the foreground. They would no longer be two individual persons, but one entity. Have you ever thought about it? Because as much as I myself want both of them free, as much as I myself want them free and free to be together, I know that if they want to have a career, then this won’t happen for SEVERAL years. Fifteen years could go by, and if they ever really admit it, they might not even be together by then.

I’m sorry to ruin you guys’ fantasies, but I’m just trying to be objective and realistic here. This is not a fanfiction. This is their life. Their careers are at stake here. And as much as I love them, I’d rather see Camila out of the closet, but not associated with Lauren and vice versa if it means dooming their careers. As much as I love them, I’d rather see them both free from their contracts, free to do what they love without pressure, and to know that they’re together and happy in PRIVATE”.

1) She could use it even before if she wanted to, dear Anon. The fact that she's independent now has absolutely nothing to do with it. And yeah, that excuse was bullshit, but the reason she stopped using it, both of them actually, is because everyone knew what their account names were. They signed up when they weren't famous yet, but even after that, it was a ‘private’ place (outside of being famous) for them in which to be themselves and express their feelings through re-blogs. It was no longer private by then and therefore they simply stopped using it.

2) Maybe she created another account that year, but I honestly doubt it because she just doesn't use it (both of them). And no, they don't check CS blogs. When they have to check something, if they still do it, they do it on Twitter, IG, and now that's the new trend, TikTok. Tumblr is basically non-existent for that purpose if not the last place on the list, and for years now.

3) I miss them too, but they won't do that because they know we’re waiting for nothing else.

Hello, dear Anon 👋🏼😄. Neither. They were very confused because that year more than ever, they had a very constant on-again, off-again. They were together in hops through time. Like, they broke up even just for a few days 😅. Not to mention they didn't communicate at all, and Tumblr, was one of their indirect ways of doing it.

Have a great day too, dear 😊.

Hi to you too, baby CS Anon 👋🏼. Welcome 😄. And yes, they are, dear.

👏🏼👏🏼👏🏼👏🏼👏🏼👏🏼👏🏼 all for you, dear Anon.

🎤📢🎶 Boy, nothing real can be threatened 🎶 True love breathes salvation back into me 🎶 With every tear came redemption 🎶 And my torturer became my remedy 🎶

I love Beyoncé 🤩. Hi to you, my dear 👋🏼😄. And yes, same because, among all the lyrics of the songs in Lemonade, they tweeted oh so coincidentally the same ones 🤣 *shaking my head*

Hi, dear Anon 👋🏼😄 Suppp to u, bud 🤜🏼🤛🏼. They were still together and here, bud, I already answered here (tenth question). [This is the Anon link for those who want to see]

Hi to you, dear Anon 👋🏼😄. Here, dear. I talked about it here, and here.

And, my dear? Even though Laur's independent now, it doesn't mean she has the freedom to do whatever she wants on every front. She’s not PRs-free, and she certainly doesn't have the freedom to say those relationships were fake. It would affect the people involved, the teams, the whole music industry as a big picture, and herself because she’d lose credibility on everything she said and continues to say (her narratives on everything including the songs). That would mean having to look for new justifications that would even involve Camila, and that, is something that absolutely cannot happen. Not to mention that she signed contracts involving NDAs which she is and will continue to be required to comply with.

Hi to you, dear Anon 👋🏼😄. The pandemic changed 80% of the plans, dear. It shouldn't have been like that. Unfortunately, we'll never have confirmation, and honestly, I don't even care because the important thing is that it's over 🥳.

Hello, dear Anon 👋🏼😄. I could be better 😅, but I hope you're well 😊.

For both questions: it depends on the time concerned, dear. They both did both, so, it really does depend. Like, for example, Mila was the one who broke up with Laur in mid-December 2016, and it was still Mila who started the reconciliation in February 2017.

Hey hey to you, dear Anon 👋🏼😄. English isn’t my first language either, dear, so don't worry 😊.

I agree with you that every now and then she checks what happens, but there are more the times when she doesn't. It actually always happens when it's a good period for her mentally speaking, but she then regrets it because of all the hatred she receives for even the stupidest things. As for the “Don't Go Yet” Official Lyrics & Meaning with Genius, I genuinely think she was following the script and she messed up the narrative just because it's all bullshit and she doesn't always remember everything perfectly 🤣. It happened several times and this time, she even had to improvise a lot to try to fix it, but she only made things worse 🤭🤣. Poor baby 🙈. That's Camila being Camila 🤩 and I was honestly happy to see several glimpses of her old self and that she talked about Laur in an obviously subtle and implied way.

Hello to you too, dear Anon 👋🏼😄.

1) They're still planting the seeds; I highly doubt it's Mila.

2) Yep.

3) Because even though Laur's free on certain aspects of her career, Mila is not, and there are rules to follow. Plans to follow.

Don't we all love Mila the ‘stalker’? 🤣. No, but jokes aside. This will be put aside as soon as they can finally unarchive their hidden follow 🥳.

It's frustrating at times, yeah 🤷🏻‍♀️🤣.

👏🏼👏🏼👏🏼👏🏼👏🏼 they did were actually together, dear Anon. I'm really glad you noticed it, but out of curiosity, did you understand it only because they disappeared from the radars and for the latergrams, or even for something else that you don't wanna say to protect them as I do? I don't need to know what, I'm just curious to know if you did it or not.

As for the fans who don't understand, it's unfortunately because they're too blinded to see the truth through the narratives that are set. Many don't even care about the truth because it doesn't validate what they believe.

Their coming out as a couple I think is a hope for all of us 😍, but it's a little too early for that. It'll be a while before they can do this in a friendly way, so let alone as a couple.

Oh and, I agree on their privacy 🙃.

Hi to you, dear Anon 👋🏼😄.

1) If you mean with Shrunken, it's already over as you well know 🥳 / If you mean as a couple, then you have to wait for a veeery long time.

2) I don't think she's signed a new contract at all, dear.

3) 2022.

I think now you know because it's been a while since your ask and because Prelude came out and now you have the lyrics, dear Anon. But in any case, I'm telling you the same because one never knows. The ones you wrote, are incorrect lyrics. The right ones are these: “as you drag your hand to my waist down my back”. It makes more sense now, doesn't it? 🙃

Hi to you too, dear Anon 👋🏼😄. I could be better actually 😅. What about you? I hope you're well 🤗.

Super recap: the mystery girl was basically the one with whom Mila was together before taking Laur back by becoming official in April 2014. You can check out all the links I wrote in response to that other Anon before in the third ask to see also other answers I gave on the subject 🙃.

Don't thank me, dear, it's always a pleasure for me to help as I can 😊.

Hi to you too, dear Anon 👋🏼😄. The mystery girl didn't help her forget Lauren because as soon as Laur finally got her head out of her ass (🤣), Mila broke up with the mystery girl and took Lo back. Mila tried to move on when Laur still couldn't give her what she wanted (a relationship), but she didn't succeed 🤷🏻‍♀️. *I'm sorry for the girl, but 🙌🏼🙌🏼🙌🏼* And yeah, in a way, the mystery girl appeared at just the right moment for Mila.

Hi to you too, dear Anon 👋🏼😄. I don't know if she expressly asked her to be her girlfriend, I mean, I wasn't there 🤣. I just know that the Like Friends Do situation was no longer okay for her, and as a result of that, as you said too, Lauren felt pressured at the idea. Our Lolo wasn't ready yet.

And that's okay. That's your opinion. You'd already explained it and I explained to you that it's not like that for me because for me, the song is based on the sex and the friendship with benefits they've had.

Hi to you again, dear Anon 👋🏼😄. He didn't have a big impact on her life afterwards, in her life in general, for sure, but he did have it when it happened. We know Laur is an empath, so if she said she was devastated after the breakup because she couldn't even eat and sleep, I really believe it. Especially because she was that young and it was her first breakup. I believe it even more because I know what it means to face the first real breakup at that young age.

But as I also said to the previous Anon, it's okay if you think differently. We're all different in the world and we perceive things in a different way. That’s also the beauty of it 😊. Not so good but I hope you’re doing well instead, dear, and have a nice day 🙃.

Hi to you too, dear Anon 👋🏼😄. And yes, you’re absolutely right. When I wrote the Prelude's answers, Prelude wasn't out yet and I'd only watched the live performance, so I didn't know all the lyrics perfectly yet. Now I think we all know them, but thank you very much for taking some of your time to point that out by sending me the ask, my dear 🤗.

Hi to you too, baby CS Anon 👋🏼😄. I will, dear. I will clarify everything once and for all by making a separate post for your ask exactly as I did with the AMA's one because people in our fandom and not, still believe that the leaked things were true. Exactly as with the AMA’s post, I ask you and all you babies who are reading this, to respect my decision on not wanting my stuff outside of Tumblr and if you really have the need to publish it elsewhere, then please ASK ME before doing so (including even just the proofs). Please and thanks in advance 🙏🏼. Having said that, you'll have it soon, dear 😉.

Hi to you too, dear Anon 👋🏼😄! Sorry, dear, I'm genuinely confused here 😅. Why would you want me to analyze a song she didn't write? It's like you're asking me to give you my interpretation of Diane's point of view/life. Unlike Mila who acted as a ghostwriter after giving Anyone to Justin, Laur didn't write a single word of Not Prepared For You unlike other previous collaborations she did. She just interpreted it. I mean, you said it yourself, and both Lo and Diane said it during that interview. So, I'm genuinely confused for real. Although it could fit the girls, and I'm sure it was that and the fact that THE Diane Warren wrote it the main reasons why Lo agreed to sing it, what would be the point of analyzing the song if it's not her words, dear?

HI to you too, dear Anon 👋🏼😄. Yeah, I noticed what you did there, dear, and thank you 😁. I really appreciate it 🤗. I prefer to think that those who don't greet before the question, do so because they're new to my blog and therefore don't know that I get a little disappointed when they don't. Besides being a matter of manners, it's also a matter of respect. People tend to ignore this and take it for granted, but you never know what the other person is going through behind the screen. You can't even know what their mood is at that moment, and if it's bad, I assure you that some asks at that moment tend to even seem demands. It’s kinda like those people who walk into a coffee shop or a restaurant and say what they want without even greeting the workers and sometimes even banging the money on the counter/table, you know what I mean? I hate those kinds of people 😒.

So, yeah, as I believe you know, I'm a person who always tries to treat everyone with respect and kindness, and that's why I expect the same in return. You can also notice the difference in my answers by comparing them to who greets and who doesn't because, again, it's a matter of mutual manners and respect. And if it happens that I haven't been that nice to someone, then it's because they weren't to me in the first place. People tend to, I don't know, perhaps forget that on the other side of the screen there's an actual human being like them, and they should wake up for a moment and be aware of it because this is something I've been seeing all over the internet for years. But anyway. Be nice, guys, and be aware of what you type and how you address others, please. Being nice costs you nothing, and something like that, can make a difference in someone’s life who's going through a bad period 🙏🏼.

Now about your questions, my dear, it's totally okay for me to answer 🙃. Even in the future, if you have any other personal questions, or you want advice, or you want to vent, or anything else, I'm here. I'm available to answer without any problem 😊.

1) Fluently, Italian of course because it's my mother tongue, and English. I also studied Spanish and French in high school. I understand almost everything when I listen to Spanish and I can also read it. Write it, I'd say meh, and speak it, well, let's say I can manage. When I went to Barcelona (twice) I did quite well, and with my love, I speak it every now and then (a few words or phrases). With French instead, much less in everything. I remember the basics, but besides those? Nah. The last time I was in France (because I've been there several times in different cities) it was a mix of French and English 🤭.

2) We text a lot every day. We send each other audios, videos, pics, and when we can, we video call each other and we spend hours and hours talking. Sometimes if we each have something to do, we do it anyway by staying on video call because it's as if we're together in the same room. With distance, communication is basically all we have, so that's what we do. We talk. About anything. From what we've done during the day and therefore everyday life, to more stupid things, deeper things, our fears, our feelings, our passions, etc., etc. Really about anything. There are no secrets between us.

It's really hard not to be able to see her, not gonna lie. There are days when it's really unbearable not to be able to have her with me, but I resist. We both do and stay strong. And, actually, we're counting the days because we'll see each other 😍. If everything goes well, we’ll see each other next year, and I can't fucking wait 🥳.

3) It will depend on their schedules, but I believe they'll be able to see each other.

4) Mila in 2022 for sure, while Laur, even though she said it will be in 2022, I never blindly trust the dates she says given her past with them 🤣. I hope it will be in 2022 for real as she said, otherwise it will be in 2023.

Not super healthy at the moment but okay. I'm glad you liked it, and thank you so much for the kind words 🙈; that was really very nice of you 🥺🥺🥺🥰🥰🥰. You're the awesome one 😉! And please, don't thank me because it's really a pleasure for me to help in any way I can 😊. I hope you're healthy and have a good day too, my dear Anon, and I love you too 😘. Oh and, about that babe? Run 🤣🤣🤣.

Hi to you too, dear Anon 👋🏼😄.

1) Yes, I do. I don't know why you have doubts about it, dear, but it's an injustice because, as a bisexual girl myself, we're always questioned about it. When a person says they're bisexual, then they're actually a selfish person, a liar, indecisive because they'll have to choose a side in the end, easy, and even greedy because they're attracted to both genders. They're not a ‘good dating material’ because they're ‘scared of commitment’, and they're just confused and looking for attention. If a guy says he's bi, then he's actually gay, and if a girl says she's bisexual, then either she's actually a lesbian but declares herself bi because she's not ready to admit it, or she's actually straight and hers is just a phase and that therefore will end up with a guy anyway. Like.. no. That's not how it works. My sexuality doesn't change based on who I'm with, I'm monogamous, not polygamous, and I don't choose who to be attracted to because unlike actions, it's not something you can control, and it's totally natural and normal.

There are people who are attracted both emotionally and sexually to both genders. There are those who are sexually bi but who are romantically straight, that is that they would sleep with both girls and guys because they're sexually attracted to both of them, but that would have a romantic relationship only with the opposite gender. There are those who are sexually pan but romantically gay, that is that they would sleep with someone no matter what gender they are as long as they're sexually attracted to them, but that would have a romantic relationship only with the same gender. There are billions of examples I could give you because sexuality is very fluid and can change over the course of life. I mean, it's such a wide spectrum 🤷🏻‍♀️. There are people who already know their sexuality right away. There are those who know it, but who have never acted on it because there hasn't yet been an opportunity and others perhaps out of fear. There are those confused who still don't know, etc., etc., and that's okay.

Lauren went through various stages in her life. From denial and internalized homophobia, to welcoming and acceptance of herself. Bisexuality, and then for some years now, a bit of confusion between bisexuality and pansexuality because she didn't know what the latter was before. And that's totally fine and that's normal because as I said before, sexuality in general is very fluid and can change over the course of life. There's no need to put all this pressure on having a defined label at all costs. So, dear Anon, back to your question, yes, I do. I truly believe that.

2) Nope. Luckily, not everything in her life is (🤣).

3) Yeeeep.

Yeah, we have confirmation of that, dear Anon. But no, don't put Mila in the middle of this because their careers and choices are different. Laur didn't need Mila's connections or money to create Attunement Records.

A small standard independent record label like hers, can easily be started with little, anywhere between $20.000 and $50.000. This type of label is like a micro-company with which she can manage the money flow and the rights administration. By creating it, she opened a company in her name and transferred the master rights to that record label, which is herself. The AWAL Recordings America, Inc. [AWAL: Artists Without A Label], is a music distribution company owned by Sony Music Entertainment, which offers indeed, distribution and other services to independent artists and labels. Thanks to signing with them, Laur also owns the publication. This means that she owns her masters and her publishing, that she has more profits on distribution and publishing, and that she can also handle the functions of the actual label since, I mean, it's hers. Physical and digital distribution are AWAL's duties, but everything else like for example the money investment, advertising, marketing, promotional, legal costs, video production, tour support, etc., belong to her. [If you're interested in understanding more of what I'm talking about and what the girls went through, I wrote a post on How the music world works]

I understand the fantasy of the two of them fighting those people and creating their own empire on a rainbow, but despite being a beautiful image, it's not the reality. By that, I mean that I don't believe and that I very much doubt that Mila will become independent. They both have different visions for their careers. Different plans and different goals. Not to mention that they both have income for different things and both have a lot of connections, which yes, very linked to one another because, at the end of the day, that's the music industry. But they're both businesswomen. They can help each other if they want, but they don't need it. I don't know if I explained myself with this.

And don't get me wrong, of course their plans are intertwined. Besides being connected forever by their past with the group, they are in the present as a couple, and they'll surely have plans for the future (like all couples). This, however, doesn't mean that they'll face the same path. Think of it as a couple of doctors. They both work in the same hospital, but they don't carry out the same tasks because they're both specialize in two different things, and at the end of the day, they return to the same house anyway to enjoy their life together.

So according to this person, Lauren's not creative, she doesn't go with the flow, she's not intuitive, she's not a nurturing person, she's not a healer, she doesn't listen, she’s not an open-minded and flexible person, she's not gentle, she's not wise, she's not patient, she's not a people pleaser, she's not empathetic, and she doesn't express her feelings, right? Yeah, no, sure, because, this little list I just gave you? Represents the traits of the divine feminine energy 🤦🏻‍♀️🤦🏻‍♀️🤦🏻‍♀️🤦🏻‍♀️🤦🏻‍♀️🤦🏻‍♀️🤦🏻‍♀️.

As I think you've understood, I strongly disagree, dear Anon. And not because I think Laur is divine feminine energy, but because she's both! Whoever wrote that, must have forgotten (or doesn't know it at all) that we all have a mix of both, and that the divine masculine and feminine energies are connected to each other. One cannot exist without the other. The yin and the yang? Same thing. Nothing can be completely yin or completely yang. We also have many other opposites that coexist with each other, such as for example life and death, good and evil, summer and winter, heat and cold, day and night, light and darkness. The latter reminded me of one of my favorite quotes from Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix, Sirius Black: “The world isn't split into good people and Death Eaters. We've all got both light and dark inside us. What matters is the part we choose to act on. That's who we really are”. Sorry, but I had to 🤭.

If that’s why, it's the same thing we can find in the hemispheres of our brain:

Left side/hemisphere: the technical, more logical, and analytical one. For example, when we do a mathematical calculation, we read, write, or simply speak. This side's associated with verbal communication and reasoning, and in the divine energies, it's associated with the masculine one.

Right side/hemisphere: the visual, more artistic, and spiritual one. For example, when we draw, sing, dance, or anyway unleash creativity and artistic skills. This side's associated with emotional (and non-verbal) communications and emotionality, and in the divine energies, it’s associated with the feminine one.

What does that mean? That one part of the brain shuts down or goes on vacation while the other's working 🤣? No. They always work in sync. For instance. I can sing while listening to music (right hemisphere) and, at the same time, write, and think and reason (left hemisphere) about what I'm writing. You can dance (right hemisphere) and talk (left hemisphere) at the same time. Just as one day you can be undecided (feminine energy trait) about what to eat and let someone else decide, but at the same time, you're a bit controlling (masculine energy trait) with them because you want that what they've decided is being cooked in a certain way. Then the next day, you not only have it very clear (masculine energy trait) what you want, but you're also quite creative (feminine energy trait) in preparing something for the both of you.

So, as you've seen, the divine masculine and feminine energies are complementary. You may have more traits of one than the other or it may depend on your mood or the day you're having, but they're interconnected. And we all have them. You can even think of a scale and how the traits of the two divine energies are on the two pans of it. Sometimes the weight is more on one pan than on the other. And when the weight is completely unbalanced, therefore the divine energies are out of balance, people like Laur who are very spiritual, try to fix it even with external aids like healing crystals, meditation, and being in nature. Three types of alternative therapy. Doesn't that ring a bell?

Besides, “Lauren is the Divine Masculine confirmed”. Confirmed? Pfft, confirmed by whom? Confirmed by themselves who apparently don't even know the traits of the divine energies? Ah, okay then 🤷🏻‍♀️ *I'm sorry if I looked a little bit mean here, but I don't understand the point of talking just to talk without knowing. Plus, I'm very protective of the girls as I think is noticeable*

“She’s the runner, she’s the track star and that’s exactly why This Love was born.”

Aaand I disagree on this as well. Lauren was the runner. She was the runner at the beginning. When they were just fuckbuddies and she wasn't ready to accept herself yet. Camila was also the runner. They've both been during their relationship at different times and for different reasons. This Love was absolutely not born for that. It doesn't even talk about that. I'll copy two parts of my interpretation (last ask):

““In your opinion, what inspired it?”. Well, in my opinion, their toxic, co-dependent relationship. Many of their songs are about this, and This Love is no less. This Love talks about the instability that their relationship had and the repetition of their actions that led them more and more to fall into that toxicity. They were addicted to each other, and therefore couldn’t let each other go. In one way or another, their unhealthy way of acting led them to always be stuck in the same limbo (until they finally got out of it).” + “In addition to what I’ve already explained to you at the beginning and during my interpretation, I’d like to add that This Love is a manifestation of the frustration that Mila went through. A scream to say “enough, I can’t take it anymore”, and at the same time, the surrender on falling back into the same cycle because she couldn’t lose her. In a nutshell, with this, we witnessed the contrast, the struggle, and the contradiction of her own behavior.”

Yeah, I can, dear Anon. No problem 😄.

So. As I explained in a very old post from which I’ll copy and paste pieces, “Consequences was initially written by Emily Weisband, Amy Wadge, and Nicolle Galyon. Emily already knew both of them, while Amy and Nicolle met that same day during the session that took place in December 2016. The idea of Consequences was born because of what had happened to Emily the day before. It was her experience that brought the song to life.” As you can see in this video.

“Amy and Ed Sheeran had been friends for years and had already worked together in the past. It was indeed Ed who introduced Amy and Camila. After getting permission from Emily and Nicolle, Amy took the song to Camila (on January 5 or 6). Camila then, as she always did with EVERY SONG, rewrote part of the lyrics, by also working on it with Frank himself and Bart Schoudel, and on January 8, 2017, they finished recording it.” Mila herself explained everything briefly at 33:18 here. And this; the screenshot of the video she posted on the 8th:

Consequences was Mila's breaking point (it happened in the period before making the final decision to break up with Laur). That cycle and toxic relationship with Laur was hitting her too hard, and along with all the other things she was going through in that period (last months of 2016) [which I'll explain in the interpretation], Mila realized she couldn't take it anymore. All those consequences had a too powerful impact that even affected her mental and physical health.

In the musical timeline, Consequences comes before Let Me Know and Something’s Gotta Give. In Consequences, Mila realized she couldn't take it anymore. In Let Me Know, Laur, who was also tired of the cycle going on for years, asked Mila to let her know if she wanted to fix their problems and have a healthier relationship. And in Something’s Gotta Give (song not only centered on Lauren), Mila made the decision to leave everything behind; so let's say the answer to Let Me Know. Oh and, the effects of the Consequences lasted even after Something’s Gotta Give, therefore even after they broke up.

Let's move on to the interpretation now 🙃.

Verse 1:

“Dirty tissues, trust issues

Glasses on the sink, they didn't fix you”

The way I see it, Mila wasn't talking about herself in the first verse as everyone thought, but she was describing what she saw and felt. I'll use an example to explain. I want you to imagine a scenario. In this case, the same one that Expectations talks about because to me, they're actually the same song (Consequences & Expectations). In the sense that they're the different points of view of the girls based on the same situation.

Mila returned to their hotel room after being out well beyond the time she'd told Laur, who had been up in bed, all alone, waiting there all night for her. The first thing Mila saw upon entering, were the dirty tissues on the bedside table next to the bed (where Laur was) and the glasses on the sink in the bathroom. Why's that? Because I don't know if you've ever noticed this, but most hotels have bathrooms located near the entrance door (for a matter of separation of spaces and pipes which are all connected to each other in the hotel, and in cities affected by earthquakes, also for a matter of survival because it's the best place to hide), so from the entrance, you can see both the bathroom, either on the left or on the right (but usually on the left), and the bed (and the view).

The dirty tissues are obviously an indication of crying, and the glasses on the sink, of alcohol. Why alcohol? Because she said “they didn't fix you”, and she certainly wasn't talking about water. People drink in a fun situation like a party, in happy hours and brunches, lunches and dinners, sometimes just to relax after a long day, and sometimes, when they're going through a difficult time in their life. But alcohol doesn't help to forget. It doesn't make the pain go away. And it certainly doesn't solve life's problems. This is what Mila meant by fix. Drinking could be an escape and a distraction, but it couldn't fix Laur and their toxic, non-communicative situation.

The dirty tissues and the glasses on the sink were even behavioral elements of the trust issues that Laur had and that Mila added. Laur's trust issues were caused by several things: her emotional fatigue, her emotional distance, her anxiety, her depression, their communication problems, conflict dynamics (and not just those with Mila), hostile environments and people (sharks and fake people), and much more. All those years in which, as she also said in the 8th episode of her Attunements (dark diary), she felt nothing and everything at the same time.

Oh and, if that wasn't enough, Trust Issue is also the title of an unreleased song by Laur.

“Lonely pillows in a stranger's bed

Little voices in my head”

Mila continued to describe what was happening and what she was feeling.

“Lonely pillows” because Laur was alone in that big bed, and the second pillow wasn't occupied by her. “in a stranger's bed” because obviously by traveling, they were in hotels most of the time.

By “Little voices in my head” she was referring to the intrusive thoughts of her OCD. Have you ever noticed that when we read, when we write, and when we think, it's our own voice the one we hear in our head? Well, it's the same thing that happens with OCD, and Mila was listening to intrusive thoughts whispering to her, or talking to her, or even screaming to her in her mental voice just as it would happen to all of us with any other thought.

We know how strong her OCD was in the last months of 2016 (Sep to Dec 2016/early Jan 2017 to be more precise). Stress and emotional suffering are two reasons that trigger intrusive thoughts, and in that case, returning to that hotel room and seeing Laur in that way, caused her both stress and suffering which consequently triggered the intrusive thoughts.

But intrusive thoughts about what? On other of the many things that were causing her stress, anguish, and anxiety in that period:

“Secret keeping, stop the bleeding

Lost a little weight because I wasn't eating

All the souls that I can't listen to, to tell the truth”

“Secret keeping, stop the bleeding” and “All the souls that I can't listen to, to tell the truth” go together.

Secret keeping: her sexuality, their relationship, Laur's PR with Luggage, her eventual exit from the group, and all the different hidden truths that she can't tell yet.

stop the bleeding: bleeding has several metaphors, but for this case, we're interested in two. We have 1) feeling emotional pain, and we have 2) reveal/unveil. Both are fine because 1) stop the pain, and 2) reveal/unveil the truth, in this case, the hidden truths.

Imagine those hidden truths like a cut on your arm. A small open wound. The more time goes by and those truths remain hidden, the more the wound grows and bleeds. Everyone can see that bloodstain now because, even though it's covered by the clothes, the wound is too big and has stained the sleeve. Especially at that time, she needed to stop it. She needed to stop the pain and make sure she didn't show it. Hiding it as another hidden truth with a large band-aid so that the clothes wouldn’t stain and that blood wouldn’t be shown. That way, no one could see it but it was still down there anyway.

All the souls that I can't listen to: people who loved/love her, who wanted/want her free. Friends, family, and yes, even us fans. All the people she couldn't/can't listen to, to tell the truth: the connection with what I said before, that is, the different hidden truths that she still can't tell.

Lost a little weight because I wasn't eating: OCD, depression, and severe anxiety cause a loss of appetite or an increase in appetite because the body tries to help deal with the pressure. Mila's experienced both. In the past it was the loss of it, from 2018 instead, the increase of it. C: “I have this pattern of eating a lot when I’m anxious or uncomfortable. It’s a comfort thing for me. I’ll just kind of become unconscious and zombie-eat a lot, and then I’ll feel sick.”

Chorus:

“Loving you was young, and wild, and free

Loving you was cool, and hot, and sweet

Loving you was sunshine, safe and sound

A steady place to let down my defenses”

This describes the initial honeymoon phase perfectly. Wild, cool, hot, sweet, young because they really were, free, safe and sound, a steady place to let down my defenses. A beautiful list of things Laur made her feel. Plus the link with sunshine. If you've read my ‘Inauguration’ post some time ago, then you know Laur is the sun in their story.

“But loving you had consequences”

But loving her also had consequences. I'll elaborate on this more at the end of the song.

Oh and, here there is the reference that we also find in Must Be Love: “I guess everything has a consequence”.

Verse 2:

“Hesitation, awkward conversation

Running on low expectation”

If they weren't arguing, if they weren't ignoring each other, and if they weren't having sex, then they were trying to have a ‘normal’ conversation. But given their communication problems, which we know how big they were, there was that awkwardness and that hesitation in doing so. There was insecurity. Because in one way or another, they were afraid to even talk to each other. Afraid of saying something wrong when they did. Something that would've made their situation even worse, and that, plus other factors, automatically led to low expectations.

Oh and, by the way, say hi to the reference with that last lil word:

“Every siren that I was ignoring

I'm payin' for it”

The siren is a warning. She used that slightly different way of saying that she ignored those sirens, those alarms, those signs, out of love. Toxic love that brought consequences for which she had to pay for a long time (both of them did). The present continuous also lets us understand how she continued to pay for them even after it was over (at the time) between them.

Then we have the chorus again, and to follow, the bridge where even here, as I explained in my This Love interpretation (last ask), she didn't use the no's as words to keep the rhythm, but as a way to express denial.

Different chorus:

“Loving you was dumb, dark, and cheap”

As in the original chorus, here too we have a list, but careful. She wasn't talking about how Laur the person made her feel, but how that toxic situation she was in with Laur made her feel.

“Loving you will still take shots at me”

As with the present continuous as before, even the still from here lets us understand how she continued to pay the consequences even after it was over (at the time).

“Found loving you was sunshine, but then it poured”

Because, again, the situation had changed. It was toxic. It was no longer the initial honeymoon phase. This was the end.

“And I lost so much more than my senses”

When you think about the senses, you think mostly about the 5 most important ones, right? But sight, hearing, smell, touch, and taste are not the only ones we have. We have the sense of thermoception with which we're able to perceive hot and cold temperatures. We have the sense of pressure with which we're able to perceive pressure on a specific area of the body. We have the one of proprioception with which we're able to perceive the movement of the limbs and of our body. We have the sense of balance. We have the sense of tension (muscles tension and contraction). We have the sense of pain. We have the sense of time. We have the one of itching, the one of hunger, the one of thirst, and I mean, you get it, right?

And what if we lose more than one or all of them? We'd be completely lost. But is this what Mila meant by I lost so much more than my senses? Yes and no. Let's focus on the meanings of losing senses now. We have: 1) fainting, 2) losing one's mind, 3) unable to be found or recovered, 4) unable to find one’s way or ascertain one’s whereabouts, 5) confused, bewildered, or helpless, 5) morally fallen, and 6) destroyed physically.

So yeah. Mila meant that she was completely lost, but it was also more than that, as you could see from the various meanings. Her anxiety, her depression, her OCD, the eventual exit from the group, the sharks, the toxicity of the relationship with Laur, all the secrets, the pressure, the subterfuges, and everything she was going through at that time in 2016, led her to a point of total bewilderment and break. And I lost so much more than my senses: she’d lost herself and her mental and physical health.

“’Cause loving you had consequences

+ Outro:

Yeah, loving you”

Consequences are the results or unpleasant outcomes of an action; of something being done. Despite this, however, the song isn't just about that. It doesn't just talk about the bad and the ugly. It doesn't just talk about the consequences. It also talks of the good and the beautiful that was before, and this, is an indication that there was no repentance or regret. The toxicity of their story at the time was part of those consequences that Mila suffered, for sure, but at the same time, she didn't feel regret about how things had gone. Mila herself said it in the Zach Sang Show interview:

Zach: “When you love so deep and you love so hard, whoever may be, a friend, or a relative, a significant other, there are consequences. There's baggage that comes along with that”.

Camila: “Mm-hmm *agreement*. But I love how in that song, there’s no regret in it”.

Zach: “Yes”.

Mila: “You know? It’s kind of just like acknowledging ‘yeah, now I’m dealing with the aftermath, but it’s not like I should’ve never—’. It was kind of like ‘this was so intense and crazy and now it sucks but, it was still- it was still worth it’”.

And that's it, dear Anon 😊. In life, most things aren't all good or all bad. It's up to us to decide whether the good ones outweigh the bad ones or vice versa, and for Mila, even though being with Laur had also brought bad consequences, the love and the rest of the good things have always prevailed.

As I said in my Always Love interpretation (penultimate ask): “Mila used to say “I know I’d do it again if I could” every time she introduced Never Be the Same in the beginning (mostly in 2017), and Laur here is basically saying that having hurt each other more than once, in a way and in quotes, ‘it was fine’. ‘It was fine’ because, despite the pain in everything they’ve been through, theirs was love with a capital L. Without that pain, they wouldn’t have learned from their mistakes, and they wouldn’t have grown into themselves by helping each other and eventually meeting halfway to make their relationship work better. Everything, EVERYTHING, was worth it”.

Have a nice day too, dear 🤗.

For my favorite Romance song along with This Love? Of course 😄. With pleasure, dear Anon 😊.

Let's start with clarifying for those who don't know when Shameless was made. It wasn't made in June after Señorita (not even Señorita was made in June if that's why). Shameless was made on May 15, 2019. The stupid narrative is just that, stupid, and full of holes. I think you guys have realized by now that you never have to trust it, especially if Shitto was the one spreading it since he was the main protagonist of that PR.

Let's move on to the facts:

Camila was with Matchbox from May 7 to 11, 2019, for the trip to Italy. From Los Angeles, California, to Venice, Italy, it takes 13/14 hours of flight, but it can also be 20/23 flight hours because it depends on how many stopovers there are. So she left on the 7th. The 8th:

and part of the 9th she was in Venice, and she went to Rome (from Venice to Rome it's only about an hour's flight) on the same day. She spent the whole day of the 10th in Rome, and the same evening or the next morning, she took the plane to Los Angeles by arriving on the 11th:

On May 13, 2019, was the last time they were photographed together (goodbye, Matryoshka 👋🏼):

On May 14, 2019, Mila was back in the studio, and that was the day she created Liar. When she finished Liar, and only 30 minutes before leaving the studio, she did the melody for the chorus of Shameless. The next day, which was May 15, 2019, she completed it. The date was further confirmed thanks to the behind of scenes of the song she posted on September 17, 2019, which showed that Mila was wearing the same clothes as the Insta-story posted on May 15:

One of the versions that Mila gave (you can see here min 0:55), was that Liar and Shameless were written on the same day just before the rehearsal of the Señorita music video, but she was lying through her teeth. You can tell from her body language. How she changed after saying left. “And I left”, she looked at the camera normally, “'cause I had to go to rehearsal”, she moved her gaze and raised her eyebrows; ergo, big lie. You can use the 0.25 playback speed to notice it even more. And as if that wasn't enough, we have the dates. The narrative says that Señorita was made fast in June and that the music video was shot even faster that same month, but that's absolutely not true. Rehearsals took place on May 21 and 22, 2019, and the video was shot on May 23 and 24, 2019. On the last day of shooting (the 24th), Camila even posted an Insta-story by showing Sara Bivens (Mila’s friend and choreographer) while dancing in the clothes that corresponded to the last day of the behind-the-scene shooting:

Moving on, on September 5, 2019, which is the same day Liar and Shameless came out, Mila did that Insta-live in which she explained that she wrote both songs a week before shooting the Señorita music video. Here (min 1:05), she wasn't lying. She asked Sinu for help initially because she didn't want to mess up. I mean, you can see the panic all over her face 🤣. Sinu went with the narrative version by saying “after rehearsal”. Mila: “Umm. They were written right before—” ; Sinu by trying to correct her: “Right after” ; Mila by messing up anyway: “Right after- Right before, umm. Like a week before we filmed the Señorita video”. 🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣. The smile she made after telling the truth was priceless 🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣.

As you've seen already before, Camila actually finished recording Shameless on May 15th, and a week later precisely, on May 22nd, it was the day the rehearsal for the Señorita video ended, and the shooting started the next day. So it was the truth that time. The lie wasn't on that date, but in saying they recorded Señorita in June for the narrative.

Before starting with my interpretation, I’d like to point something else out. The song was about Shallow for the narrative. They even put a guy from behind in the music video that was supposed to represent him. And what else did they do to confirm that even more? On the same day of the release, Shaky first posted the Insta-story of the song:

And then the pic below thanks to which obviously the shitmila shippers went to make the comparison with the music video:

Well, we know it's bullshit regardless, but the phrase ‘My kisses are history, they go back a long time’ confirms it even more. I mean, as I said before, the first bullshit Mila said was that she wrote Shameless before the rehearsal of the Señorita music video in June, but nothing had happened between them yet until July 4th, 2019, according to their own narrative! Soooo, what kisses that were history are we talking about exactly? 🤷🏻‍♀️🤦🏻‍♀️🥱(🤭🤣). But anyway. This is not what I wanted to point out. That was just the obvious 🤣.

Camila wanted us to believe that the song was about her inner battle between, first hiding and denying her feelings, and then being cheeky and shameless about it. Still according to the narrative, this was supposed to be the ‘I want him, then I don't want him’ friendzone crap we've heard even up until recently, you know? But let's put aside Shrimp who doesn't have a shit to do with it, and let's think about the real muse behind the song. By still keeping in mind what I said at the beginning (Camila wanted us to believe that the song was about her inner battle between, first hiding and denying her feelings, and then being cheeky and shameless about it), the first verse, at least at first impact, suggests that Mila was talking to herself about her feelings for Laur at the beginning of their story. But with the second verse, I realized that it wasn't like that. I mean, it can be a way of interpreting the song. That Mila first talked about the past in the first verse and then about the present (that is the period on which the song is based: 2017) in the second verse as she did with Liar (although the order is more of a mix there), but with the hidden connections she created and the information on the facts, at least in my opinion, is not like that.

Let's start with the interpretation, but it’s gonna be slightly different from what I usually do, okay? Let's go 🙌🏼.

These are the two verses as we know them:

Verse 1:

“Don't speak, no, don't try

It's been a secret for the longest time

Don't run (oh), no, don't hide

Been running from it for the longest time”

Verse 2:

“So we're there, now it's real

Now that you have me, do you want me still?

My kisses are history, they go back a long time, uh

And I'm tired of loving somebody that's not mine, no”

Now I'm gonna put them in a single sentence in a different way from the real order, and then I'm gonna give you the interpretation. I advise you to try to read without singing the words in your head because you might get confused otherwise 🤣: Don't speak, no, don't try. Don't run, no, don't hide. Been running from it for the longest time. It's been a secret for the longest time. So we're there, now it's real. Now that you have me, do you want me still? My kisses are history, they go back a long time. And I'm tired of loving somebody that's not mine.

“Don't speak, no, don't try”

Because this is the time to listen.

It was time for Laur to listen to her and not use distractions, facades (one of the things she talks about in In the Dark, reference to ‘So why can't you show me? Who are you in the dark?’), or excuses to avoid the subject, or run away (this is connected with the next two sentences).

“Don't run (oh), no, don't hide

Been running from it for the longest time”

Okay, very short timeline summary with just the things we need to know in this case. Mila broke up with Laur in mid-December 2016. She unexpectedly met her on February 6, 2017, and all of her feelings resurfaced. Bam, All These Years (interpretation here, last ask). She saw her again on February 12, 2017, at the Grammys' after-party, and bam, In the Dark (interpretation here, last ask).

This whole piece (Don't run (oh), no, don't hide. Been running from it for the longest time) is connected with “You’re runnin’, runnin’, runnin’, runnin’ (oh) - Runnin’, runnin’ away from it (away)” by In the Dark. There's the reference and the connection with exactly what Mila explained happened that night. (In the Dark) Runnin’, runnin’ away from it = Been running from it (Shameless). You’ve been running from it for the longest time. Now, why for the longest time? Well, because in In the Dark, Mila promised her that she would've stayed and that she was ready. That was the first step. It's a connection that we also find with Find U Again and later with Havana because Mila was ready even back then. She told her face-to-face that she was ready the first time in In the Dark, but she was ready even before that. If that's why, Mila was ready since All These Years already. So you have to keep in mind the time passed before getting to Shameless (which was the last step before they got back together), and for our exaggerated queen especially in songs, that was the longest time 🤣.

No, I'm just kidding no, I'm not 🤣. She used the longest time even as a reference to the past of the beginning of their story. Same reference and connection as we find in the next sentence:

“It's been a secret for the longest time”

I mean, hello???? 🎶 The greatest love story that's never been told 🎶 Duh!

“So we're there, now it's real

Now that you have me, do you want me still?”

Mila was basically saying: ‘After everything we've been through, we're here now. I'm standing here in front of you, and this, us, is more real than ever (and I think the real part was also an indirect made on purpose for the fans, for us). I'm here to tell you fearlessly and shamelessly (because the chorus had already happened since this is the second verse) that you have me. I promised you I'm here to stay (reference with ‘I promise that I won't run’ by In the Dark). I'm yours. I'm ready and I wanna try again (reference with ‘But if you say try again, I'd be ready. I'm ready’ by Find U Again). But now the question is, do you want to? Do you still want me? Now that you know, now that you have me, do you still want me?’.

“My kisses are history, they go back a long time, uh

And I'm tired of loving somebody that's not mine, no”

My kisses are history, they go back a long time. Again as before, duh 😉🤭. They date back to the times of the X-Factor elevator (although that one was more a playful one and not as serious as the New Year's one). That phrase was a way like if to say ‘we've known each other for a long time’ which connects to And I'm tired of loving somebody that's not mine. Mila explained what this actually means:

Therefore, with these two sentences, she's saying: ‘ we've known each other for a long time. We've been through this before and I'm tired of loving you from afar without being able to act on it. I'm tired of loving you without being able to be with you for real’. Not to mention the fact that she's never been able to do it properly. She's never been able to be with her in a free way since they're two queer female celebrities, and I can't imagine how exhausting THAT can be.

So. After analyzing the first two verses in this way, we get: Don't speak, no, don't try. It’s time for you to listen to me, and don't run, no, don't hide. You've been running from it for the longest time (from the All These Years' meeting). This, ours, it's been a secret for the longest time. So we're there, now it's real. I'm standing here in front of you, and it's more real than ever. Now that you have me, do you want me still? My kisses are history, they go back a long time (we've known each other for a long time) and I'm tired of loving somebody that's not mine (I'm tired of loving you from afar without being able to act on it. I'm tired of loving you without being able to be with you for real).

Now it's clearer why I don't think that Mila first talked about the past in the first verse and then about the present in the second one, but that she always talked about the present (at the time 2017)? I hope it was, and I hope this part of the interpretation wasn't too messed up 😅. I'll continue with the usual way now.

Pre-Chorus:

“So many mornings I woke up confused

In my dreams, I do anything I want to you

My emotions are naked, they're taking me out of my mind”

🤤🤤🤤🥵🥵🥵 Ahem-ahem. *throat clearing*

So basically, she was able to be with Laur during her sleep (In my dreams, I do anything I want to you), in every sense (😏), but every time she woke up the next morning, she was confused (So many mornings I woke up confused). The more it happened, the more the confusion turned into frustration and impatience because what was happening in her dreams wasn't happening in the reality. And the more that happened, the more unbearable it became for her to repress and control her emotions that were driving her crazy (they're taking me out of my mind). Until she then exploded, and finally told her everything by expressing those emotions (My emotions are naked), which were by then also evident without the need to express them (but she did anyway).

Chorus:

“Right now, I'm shameless”

The rasp here......... The. Rasp. Here. 🔥!!!!! By hearing that part, I was like: 🎶 Right now I'm deeeaad 🎶 I'm just saying 💁🏻‍♀️🤣.

“Screamin' my lungs out for ya

Not afraid to face it

I need you more than I want to

Need you more than I want to”

Aaand these were the emotions I was talking about earlier. Mila who told her fearlessly and shamelessly how much she wanted her. She told her how much she needed her (I need you more than I want to) and that she wasn't afraid to face it; the opposite of what Laur was doing ‘Been running from it’ that we find in the first verse. She felt neither ashamed nor afraid to admit all her feelings to such an extent that she would've been willing to even metaphorically scream it out (screamin' my lungs out for ya).

“Show me you're shameless”

Here she asked her to be as shameless as she was. Not to be afraid to admit her feelings like she was doing, and basically jump together; give themselves another chance.

“Write it on my neck, why don't ya?

And I won't erase it”

This is another powerful way to tell her she was hers. She was like: ‘you can even write on my neck who I belong to. Mark me’ (even with, you know, the mark of a bite or a hickey 😉). Another metaphor that lets us understand how like, almost desperate Mila was. How completely at her mercy she was.

Oh and, let's not forget the promo clip for the song. I mean, there's the front part of the neck, there are the side ones, but no. What did she choose? The back of it.

Aaand the new entry:

☝🏼 And that's the devil talking!! 🤣🤣🤣 Sorry guys, but that was just a joke since the one in the GIF is the actor who plays Lucifer in Supernatural 🙃.

“I need you more than I want to

Need you more than I want to”

And the repetition of how much she needed her. How much she wanted her.

Post-Chorus:

“No-oh, uh-uh, don't wanna do this now

No-oh, uh-uh, don't wanna do this now

No-oh, uh-uh, don't wanna do this now”

And this brings us back to what I explained earlier. How tired Mila was and how unbearable it was for her to repress and control her emotions. She didn't want to do it. She didn't want to repress anything anymore, and indeed, she didn't. She was shameless about it.

Bridge:

“Distance, inches in between us

I want you to give in, I want you to give in, oh

Weakness, tension in between us

I just wanna give in

And I don't care if I'm forgiven”

This part is much more physical and connects with the dreams one she was having. Only that this was the reality and not a dream of hers. The sexual tension was all there. As usual by the way, because that's something that has never changed between them. She wanted Laur to give in the same way she was giving in, and at that moment, the desire was so strong and powerful that she didn't even care if Laur forgave her. They would've thought about forgiveness and talked about everything after... If you know what I mean 😏.

And that's it, dear Anon 😊. This underrated masterpiece is precisely about, indeed, being shameless. Shameless is about taking action on repressed emotions. It's about being bold and shooting your shot. And as Mila herself said, it's about “loving with your heart open and not being afraid of it”.

🤸🏻‍♀‍🤸🏻‍♀‍🤸🏻‍♀‍🤸🏻‍♀‍🤸🏻‍♀‍🤸🏻‍♀‍🤸🏻‍♀‍🤸🏻‍♀‍🤸🏻‍♀‍🤸🏻‍♀‍🤸🏻‍♀‍🤸🏻‍♀‍

Aaand I'm done 😜. Thank you all for your asks and I hope I've been helpful this time too 🙃. As usual, I'm always available for those who have questions, so ask away 😄.

Remember to be nice. Always. Both with others and with yourselves. Be a good example. Be patient. Be safe and take care of yourselves. Don't let our ship sink. Keep shipping them, but please respectfully 🙏🏼. Sending you virtual love and hugs 🤗🤗🤗. I love you, babies. Always with love, F ❤️.

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marvelsbetch · 3 years ago

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Peter Parker’s teddy bear

"Come on Pete, go to sleep for me." Tony almost begged the crying baby in his arms.

His only response was the continuation of his sons loud cries. Tony continued to rock the 3 month old in an attempt to get him to sleep. After 20 minutes and the beginning of the sun rise Tony has given up all hope of sleep himself, not uncommon.

"Pete please, I now colds aren't fun but you've gotta work with me here." Tony tried to reason getting a response of a second of silence before the crying commenced again.

Suddenly, an idea popped into Tony's head and he found himself walking back into his room. After a minute or two of looking he finally found what he was looking for.

"Here Pete. This is my good buddy Captain America. He's a hero like me, I'm better though, and he's gonna protect you. He's gonna protect you from all the monsters and cold out there. Only thing is, you've gotta keep his secret identity. Can you do that for him Pete?" Tony rhetorically asker before placing the Captain America plushie in the babies grasp. In return Baby Peter held the plushie as tight as he could and finally closed his eyes for sleep.

After a minute Tony deemed it safe to place the baby back into his crib holding the plushie right to his chest. Tony took one last look at his son before smiling like the Cheshire Cat and retreating back to his own room.

-3 years later-

A young Peter Stark ran around the main seating area of Stark Tower when he hit something hard. He looked up and saw his uncle Steve and his dad stood of him.

"Cap'ain 'merica!" Peter squealed and hugged the mans legs.

"Hey Pete. Did you have fun while we were gone?" Steve asked the small child before picking him up to hug him closer.

"Yeah! Me 'n' mommy played abvengers ! Den we ate ice cream and watched a movie." Peter told him excitedly.

"Hey Petey, can I get some live to?" Tony asked reaching out for his son.

"DADDY!" The small boy yelled before leaping out of His uncles arms and into that of his fathers.

"I think it's your nap time now." Tony spoke running his hands through Peter's untameable hair.

"I don't." Peter spoke back earning a small laugh from Steve.

"Well, it is. Wanna say goodbye to uncle Steve while you sleep?" Tony coaxed.

"I lost my 'eddy. Can't sleep with out Cap'ain 'merica." The boy spoke sadly burying his head in his fathers neck.

"Where did you have it last? We may be able to find it." Steve asked trying to comfort the clearly upset child.

"In bed." The child answered.

Tony and Steve set off for Peter's bedroom in hopes to find the Captain America plushie before it was too late. The last time it was lost nobody, not even the real Captain America, put get Peter to sleep until the plushie was in his arms.

Once the trio arrived at Peter's room Tony placed him on the bed before he and Steve begin the search for the toy. After 30 minutes of searching they couldn't find it. They looked on the bed, under the bed, in the toy box, on the book shelf, in the en-suite and behind the book shelf. Anywhere The you could've been, it wasn't.

Tony looked at the child on the bed and saw tears forming in his eyes. Oh no.

"F.R.I.D.A.Y activate Code red, white and blue." Tony instructed his A.I before picking Peter up again.

"Pete, is there anywhere it could be? Were you playing with it when you played with Mommy?" Steve gently asked the upset child who was clinging onto his fathers blazer lapels.

All he received was a slight shake of the head before the child burst into tears.

Soon all the avengers, who weren't on missions, arrived at Peter's room after hearing the code F.R.I.D.A.Y sent out. The code was created after the last time the plushie was lost and the entire building was swept in an attempt to find it.

"Come on Buddy, we'll find him for you. You want the real Captain America to hold you while you sleep. Then, by the time you've woken up we'll have found him." Tony informed the toddler who only shook his head in return. He was almost at full meltdown.

"Right, battle plan. Tony, you stay in here and continue looking or try and get him to sleep. Me and Sam will search the main living space. Natasha and Clint will search the kitchen. Pepper and Wanda will search outside on the balconies. Bruce and Bucky will search all laundry areas and piles. Got it?" Steve strategised.

"Got it." Everyone responded almost simultaneously.

For the next three hours every Avenger was on the most important missions of their lives: Find Peter Stark's lost Captain America Plushie. Tony had spent the entire time trying to get the exhausted toddler to sleep, he even tried using and Iron Man plushie as a replacement but to no avail. No one, not even his own father, could replace the value of the plushie to little Peter.

The entire tower was searching, including all labs and employee break areas. After five hours of searching the avengers reached the conclusion that the plushie had simply disappeared into thin air. The only question now was, who was going to tell the heart broken and far beyond tired child. After a tournament of rock, paper, scissors the duty landed on Steve. How ironic.

Slowly the super soldier made his way to the source of the cries and screams that haunted the avengers over the past few hours. He entered the room where Peter immediately peeled up in hopes that someone found his precious plushie. His eyes lit up even more when he saw it was Steve but after a few seconds dulled again once he realised the plushie was not in his arms yet. Uncle Steve didn't have it.

"Hey Pete, I'm sorry but we can't find the teddy. We looked everywhere but none of us found it. I'm so sorry buddy." Steve tried to comfort but was only met with wails, screams and cries from the inconsolable child.

"PETER! WE FOUND IT!" They heard a voice yell and was soon met with an out on breath Sam Wilson running into the room with the old Captain America Plushie in his arms.

"Cap'ain 'merica!" Peter yelled with delight as Sam handed the plushie over to the child who fell asleep almost instantly.

"Thank you Sam. His cries were beginning to become unbearable. Where was it?" Tony whispered while slowly placing his child in his bed and tucking him in.

"It was in one of the big pots in the kitchen. Apparently he was playing hide and Seek with Pepper and must've forgot he put it in there." Sam explained in the same hushed voice as the trio left the room and silently shut the door.

It was safe to say that from that day on Peter's new favourite Uncle was Sam. The one who reunited his with his precious Captain America.

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unsupervisedpanda · 4 years ago

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Scott x sister! Reader

You and your brother used to be so close until he got some new friends. Stiles had even started to ignore you. So in a desperate attempt for something to do you stayed after school one day. On this fateful day your ride ditched and you were left stranded at the school. You are injured and Scott makes a promise.

You and your brother had always been close, so to say it hurt when he had started going out and leaving you all alone was an understatement. Even Stiles had stopped hanging out with you.

On top of that you didn't have many friends, your mom was never home, and Mr. Stilinski was always at work.

You had no one. You only had school. You decided to stay after school today to help the librarian and put away books.

You stayed for a few hours before gasping at the dark curtain that had draped over the sky. It was later then you had thought and you lived pretty far from the school.

You had hitched a ride from your mother this morning but she was probably still at work. Lydia and Allison were probably busy so that left you with Stiles or Scott.

Pulling out your phone you hit the phone icon. Scrolling through the contacts you found Stiles. Calling him first seemed like the safer option seeing as he was probably easier to hitch a ride with and would be less annoyed.

Bzzzz! Bzzzz! The person you are try- you hung up.

Obviously he'd send you to voicemail. Scott it is.

Bzzzz! Bzzzz! "Hello?"

"Scott! Hey. Can you come pick me up? I'm at the school but-"

"Really y/n? You called for a ride? I'm a little busy at the moment. I don't have time for this. So no. I can't." Beep!

He hung up. You looked at the phone in shock. You knew your big brother was getting annoyed with even having you on his contact list but you didn't think he'd abandon you like this. Quickly gathering yourself, you shoved your phone in your pocket.

"Walking it is." You felt your voice break slightly.

Walking out of the parking lot you started the journey of walking home. Sadly though, as though your day couldn't get any worse, it had started to rain.

You tripped as your sneakers slipped on the road but you kept walking. You just wanted to get home. Your soaked clothes made you shiver and you tugged your hoodie closer suddenly wishing you listened to your mom about bringing an umbrella. Little did you or anyone else know that was the least of your worries.

The rain wasn't letting up and neither were your tears. You were soaked and cold and just wanted to be home. To lie in your bed and cry yourself to sleep. As you continued walking through the sheet of rain you heard horns blaring and then you saw a pair of bright headlights.

Before you could register anything else you felt pain, and heard your ribs crack. You tasted the blood after that and soon you smelled smoke. It was all so terrible, but the pain was the worst.

You heard someone yell to you and call to you, but you couldn't answer. Your throat felt raw and tight. All you wanted to do was scream, and so you finally did.

The ambulance came quickly and picked you up, rushing you to the hospital. The driver was looked over but was deemed fine. The police would talk to them later.

For now though they were panicking over your body doing all that could to keep you awake. You felt sleepy and were in extreme pain.

"Where's Scott? I want my brother! Scott! Scott! Please I just want my brother!" You cried.

All you wanted was Scott. He always kissed your injuries better. He always made you feel better. Where was he? He promised he'd always be there!

"Scooott!" You screamed until you throat was sore.

"We need to sedate her!" One of the peramedics called over your sobs.

"We can't! She may have a concussion!" A woman yelled.

The original male peramedic growled but understood.

"Listen miss. What's your name? Maybe we can get ahold of this Scott." He threw you a fake and annoyed smile.

"Y/n McCall! My brother is Scott McCall and my mom is Melissa McCall!" You answered.

"Great! Now let's get you taken care of babe. You're okay with me calling you babe right?" A woman asked as she took care of getting the blood off of your head and and arms.

"Y- yea! I just wanna go home." You winced and screamed as the other paramedic set your leg back into place. The leg you didn't even know you broke.

"Emergency! Young teenage girl in car accident. Broken leg, possible concussion as well as a few possible broken ribs, cuts on arms and a gash on her forehead!" The woman yelled as the doctors and nurses took you away.

"Y/n! Oh my God! What happened!?" Melissa gasped as she followed you to the emergency room.

"M-mom? Oh my God mom! I don't know what happened all I was doing was walking home. I was so cold and wet. I tried calling Scott but he got mad. Like really mad. I wanted to call you but you were working. Now I'm here. Surprise?" You winced after explaining as best you could but your focus was not exactly spot on.

"Oh sweetheart let's get you taken care of." You were then taken away and put into your own room. You fell asleep, but not before checking your phone which had surprisingly survived and looking at the wall paper. A picture of you and Scott. Smiling.

Ring! Ring! Ring! "Hello?" Scott picked up the phone.

Stiles was obviously concerned. Not only had it been a few hours since y/n called but she wasn't answering his texts and it was pouring. Sure it was a pack meeting, but he worried for y/n.

"Mom!? What? Y/n? Yea she called earlier?" Scott's eyebrows furrowed.

Then his face turned to one of shock.

"Stiles. Get the car. Now!" He quickly got up and hung up on his mother running out the door and down the front stairs, but not before grabbing his jacket and running to Stiles' Jeep. Stiles followed quickly not knowing where he was going.

"The hospital!" Scott pressed as Stiles drove to the hospital.

Scott was still processing what his mother had told him. Y/n had been in an accident. She hadn't specified but she told him to get his ass there.

They pulled into the parking lot quickly and ran into the hospital asking for y/n McCall's room. Once they found out they ran up the stairs not bothering with the elevator.

"Mom!? What happened!?" Scott whisper yelled.

Miss McCall did not look happy.

"Y/n came in. She was soaked and cold. Possible hypothermia at this point. That isn't the worst part though. She came in on an ambulance. An ambulance Scott! And what are those used for?" She questioned.

"Major emergencies? I don't know. What does that have to do with anything?" He asked.

"Y/n was hit by a damn car Scott! She almost died. She had cuts and bruises all over. She has three broken ribs, a broken leg, a concussion, need I go on? Your little sister almost died! She called for a ride that would've taken what, 15 minutes? All you had to do was get over yourself and think about her for once. You ignore her calls, and barely answer her anymore. You two used to be so close and you are pushing her away Scott. And now she is in a hospital bed! And do you know what she was yelling when they were on their way here!? No she wasn't yelling for me! Not Stiles! She was yelling for you Scott!" Melissa ranted.

"Now get your ass in there and take care of her and apologise!" She finished, walking away.

Scott felt terrible. He hadn't meant for this to happen. It was true though. He was pushing you away, but only because he didn't want you to get hurt. That's the only reason he answered. To make sure you weren't in danger.

He hadn't thought about the weather.

He hadn't thought of a damn car hitting you.

He hadn't thought walking home would be dangerous.

His last words to you had been so harsh. Now he had almost lost you, and the fact you were now in a hospital bed because of it? It was stupid.

He and Stiles walked into the dark hospital room. You were sleeping soundly. Your h/l h/c hair was wet and sprawled on your pillow.

"Oh y/n!" Scott rushed to your side and kissed your forehead.

Stiles silently cried as he saw your broken form. You looked so small and broken. Fragile. He and Scott felt terrible. Stiles had sent you to voicemail because he was told to, and then Scott hung up on you. Now you're in a hospital bed broken and beat up. All for what? Nothing. All they knew is they weren't ever leaving your side or ignoring you ever again. Scott made a promise to himself to be a better big brother. To be there for you no matter what. All he knew is he couldn't lose you. You were the only little sister he had. He wasn't going to let some stupid pack meeting keep him away from you. He wasn't going to lose you. Ever.

A/n

I hope you enjoyed! Thats it for this one my unsupervised critters! 🐾💞

#teen wolf #teen wolf x reader #scott x sister reader #angst #teen wolf x reader angst #liam x reader #liam dunbar x reader #liam dunbar x reader angst

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13uswntimagines · 3 years ago

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Our Song (Alyssa Naeher x Reader)

Request: alyssa naehex reader thats set during quarantine w/ “Shy” by Alexander Stewart. I just kind of think it’s cute since she’s an introvert and that it would be fitting

Author’s Note: Speical Thanks To @literaryhedgehog

Alyssa knew she should just say it, that admitting it out loud would finally put an end to this madness. She ran a soothing hand through your hair when you sniffled loudly into her chest.

God, she should just tell you how she felt. But, she also didn’t want to overstep. That would make being roommates really awkward. Especially since neither of you were supposed to leave the apartment right now except for essential purchases. And she didn’t want to lose her best friend. That would really suck.

But she wasn’t afraid to say what no one else would- you had a terrible taste when it came to partners. You chose people who didn’t value you, and you always ended up hurt.

This time was no different, well, it was slightly different considering you couldn’t leave your shared apartment to cope like you normally would. Alyssa didn’t know if that was better or worse, considering that you had adapted your breakup routine to just be endless cuddles with her and your favorite stuffed animal.

She had already spent the last hour making comforting noises. You had stopped shedding tears 15 minutes ago, so Alyssa decided it was time to go for some humor. “Hey, so now you and Taylor Swift have something in common!”

“Hmm” You hummed in acknowledgment, your eyes never leaving where Supergirl was playing on screen.

“Well, she was broken up with over text. You were broken up with over text. I think this is the perfect opportunity to listen to her re-recording of Fearless, and really channel those emotions!”

“No, Joe broke up with her in a 27-second phone call,” You lifted your head up off of her very comfortable chest to raise your eyebrow at the woman.

Alyssa was a great keeper, and amazing at crosswords, but she always needed your help when it came to Taylor trivia.

“Then Joe showed more consideration as an 18-year-old child than your 32 year old wanna be soccer star. It doesn’t change the fact that I think listening to Mr Perfectly Fine would be cathartic.”

“It’s kinda funny that she wrote Forever and Always, Mr. Perfectly fine, Better than Revenge and Holy Ground all about the same guy, they’re all so different from each other,” You mumbled, settling back down on her chest. At least she didn’t say that you had as many breakups as she did. That was a rude joke. (One Alyssa wouldn’t dare make. She was more cultured than the media asshats that chased your team around).

“Woman’s efficient,” Alyssa shrugged. “No reason why you can't recycle the same emotion into a different song genre.”

“At least she could make millions off her pain. All I seem to be able to do is kick the ball harder,” You grumbled. Your landlord complained about you practicing in the street because of how hard you sent the ball careening into his precious brick wall. It wasn’t your fault Alyssa was too slow to stop the PK.

“Darling, considering you’re one of the strongest kickers on the east coast, I’d say that pain is going to a worthwhile cause. But you do kind of have the worst taste in relationships.”

“Hey! Savannah wasn’t a bad choice, just bad timing,” You huffed indignantly.

“So that would be one out of…. How many bad relationships?”

“At least one for every Taylor Swift album,”

“Okay, here’s a fun idea, choose an ex for each album,” Alyssa said brightly. Thinking about music would definitely cheer you up. “Wannabe soccer star is obviously your Joe, so represents the Fearless album. Which relationship is your… Drew?”

“You already know the answer to that question,” you said, already picking up your phone to add Teardrops on my Guitar to the music queue. You then quickly added Forever and Always and started scrolling through Speak Now for the next song inspiration.

Alyssa nodded. It was a well-known fact that you had a massive crush on one Hope Solo growing up, and you had been absolutely enamored with her the second you set foot into camp. But Alyssa also knew that Hope was very faithful to a certain veteran.

The veteran keeper had tried to let you down easy, and Kelley was still one of your best friends, but it had hurt in the moment.

“Kristie was my Haunted,” you said, smiling slightly. Dating her felt like a whirlwind, one that took your breath until you never thought it would end. She made butterflies flutter in your stomach, and you were so desperate to say the right thing, to be the perfect partner, that you always felt like you were walking a tightrope. Floating on air, but desperate to keep your balance. “At least she had the decency to wait until we were in the same city to end it.”

“Aren’t the two of you friends now?” Alyssa looked down at you, watching as you scrolled through songs from your comfortable place on her chest.

You nodded with a small smile. “Hmm, we are much better off that way anyway.”

“I bet you I can guess who your We are Never Ever Getting Back Together person is,” Alyssa trilled, reaching down to take the phone.

You playfully snatched it away from her. “Who’s to say I wasn’t going to choose I knew you were trouble?” You raised your eyebrow at the woman, who simply smirked in response.

“I can tell you who that is too if you like,” Alyssa reached for her own phone and took over control of the speakers, adding both songs to the music queue.

“Alright, I’ll bite. Who?”

“You definitely knew Sam Kerr was trouble, and I think it took you 4 breakups with Leah to finally call it quits,”

“I was going to say Leah for 1989, it took me forever to realize how fucked up our relationship was after we finally broke up,”

“I’m sure the distance didn’t help.” With her in London and you in Chicago things just kind of fell apart.

“Maybe,” you hummed, noncommittally.

“Okay, so for Reputation. I’m thinking Don’t Blame Me,”

“You did go a bit crazy for Jane…” Alyssa said with a roll of her eyes. You had almost moved to Houston for that girl, thank god you didn’t. You sunburned like nobody's business.

“Oh come on. You just didn’t like the idea of me moving. And considering how long we had been dating at that point it did make sense!” You argued.

“It was 3 months Y/n,” She deadpanned.

“I was in a wlw relationship. That’s like practically three years, it’s not like I brought a u-haul to our first date.”

Alyssa quirked an eyebrow up at you. “Didn’t you have one of those the first time we met?”

“Yeah, because I wasn’t moving into my college apartment without any furniture!”

“Whatever you say, babe. Who's your Folklore?” She rolled her eyes goodnaturedly.

“I think you skipped an album,” you said. This was weird because Lover was one of Alyssa’s favorite albums. “But, since you asked. I think Kelley is The 1.”

“Ah, our favorite squirrel,” Alyssa’s lips ticked up. You and Kelley had dated in college (something that should have made her jealous), but Kelley was the one pushing her to admit her feelings now.

“We were just too young and dumb,” you said, smiling. “We had a great time together, and it would have been fun if it worked out. But at some point we just realized, we were friends, but there wasn’t anything romantic there.”

“I’m sorry it didn’t work out,” Alyssa said, like a liar.

“I’m not. Her and Emily are like made for each other,” You snorted with the shake of your head. “And at least she wasn’t afraid of the world knowing we were together,”

“Well, yeah,” Alyssa smiled. She had loved seeing the way being publicly out with Kelley had brought out the best of you. “ Okay moving on! Next, we need to narrow down your No body, No Crime.”

“I take offense. Alex is still alive, so that doesn’t count,” You huffed.

“I’m kidding! I’m kidding. I know you didn’t kill any of your significant others,” Alyssa said, laughing. “Though if you listened to the song you would know that’s my job… ”

“Alex was my Champagne Problems,” You mumbled sadly. That relationship had been the hardest for you, as had the breakup. She was terrified of the world even suspecting she wasn’t straight.

You had everything, except the freedom to be yourself, and In the end, you couldn’t take the hiding anymore.

“You did your best, love. But people come out at their own pace. And it was before Obergfell v. Hodges was decided. Being queer was still more likely to be presented as a scandal in the media then.”

“She cheated on me with Serv. She doesn’t get a pass,” You grumbled, crossing your arms.

“I’m pretty sure you were on a break dear,” Alyssa said, though she was inclined to agree with you. Being on a ‘break’ but not officially breaking up didn’t seem like a reason to start dating other people. Still getting over some of the semantics might theoretically help you move on. “BUT maybe we should move on. Who is your Lover?”

Your eyes squinted thoughtfully, a light pink shading your cheeks. “The only person who hasn’t ever left me is you. You let me leave the Christmas lights up until May and dance around the kitchen when you cook.”

Alyssa looked away, not able to meet your eyes. ”I mean, the lights can change color, so they can be thematic all year. And you’re the one who chooses the music to listen to while I cook. I can’t help it if they’re all great for dancing.”

“You can dance to anything. I’m pretty sure you turned a Hosier song into a salsa dance last week.” You giggled.

“The only person I dance with is you, Y/n,” Alyssa said, finally meeting your eyes. She could feel her body start shaking slightly, as the adrenaline kicked in. She was going to do it. She was going to tell you. “I don’t want to dance if I’m not dancing with you.”

“I’d dance with you in a storm in my best dress,”

“I have tried so hard to be supportive about your last several relationships. But seeing you dancing to your favorite song with anyone else… I’ve loved you for three years now and I couldn’t bear it.”

The air was suddenly charged between you, and you realized your faces were just inches apart. It was hard to breathe. You never dreamed your best friend would return your feelings (maybe that’s why you had so many bad relationships).

“Kiss me,” you breathed, slowly moving around so your heads were at the same level.

“That’s not a Taylor swift Lyric,” Alyssa said. In her brain, there was a loading sign currently whirring in little circles, as she attempted to process what you just said. Did you mean what she thought you said?

“Baby just say yes,” You said, feeling so happy that tears were coming to your eyes. You leaned forward getting inches from her face, so close you could feel her breath hitch. “Please kiss me.”

“Yes,” was all Alyssa had time to say before she closed the distance and kissed you.

#uswnt imagine #uswnt imagines #uswnt x reader #alyssa naeher imagine #alyssa naeher x reader

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gb-patch · 4 years ago

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Ask Answers: May 15th Part 2

And here’s the next part of the long answer set of the day!

When will OL: N&F take place? Beginnings and Always took place during summer breaks, will now and forever take place during a fall break or will the characters be going to school at the time of the events we play through?

It takes place over all of the fall season, so school will be happening in OL2. Some events do take place in school, though many times events only start after school is already out for the day, haha.

Hey!! I have kind of a weird question?? I’m sorry if it’s been answered before and I just haven’t seen it but is OL 2 taking place during the same years as OL 1? I’m just curious, thank you for such amazing games!!!

It’s a similar time frame, but not 100% exactly same.

Do you have any idea when the demo for now and forever will be available?

Hopefully this fall! But that’s not a guarantee.

Okay the crime show in Step 2: Growing up. Long blonde hair, police station, crime series? Was it The Closer? Because I’m the same age as MC and Cove and my mom was constantly watching that when I was 13. 😂

Haha, yeah! The Closer and, to a lesser degree, Medium were the kind of shows I was referencing there. My mom also used to watch those back in the day.

Hey um this might be an odd question but if the setting of OL: N&F is fall/autumn, what country or city will it take because my mind tells me it is either Poland or Canada. Also I can't wait for the game I am hyped

It’s set in the USA again. We’d like to be able to have cameos and that’s easiest to do if the OL games take place in the same country.

Is it possible for the PC of OL to have non-seriously dated other people in the in between years even if they’ve had a consistent crush on Cove?

You can causally date Baxter in Step 3 if you get his DLC and then ultimately choose Cove in Step 4. If you mean off-screen people, it doesn’t really come up, but you can certainly headcanon that. The game never says Cove is the only partner you’ve ever had.

Is there going to be a Kickstarter for Now and Forever as well? For like voiced names and stuff again? Didn’t find B&A until after it was released and I’d really love the opportunity to hear my name in the game 🥺

Yeah, we are gonna have a Kickstarter with getting a voiced name as a reward! Though, it will be more expensive than it was for OL1. I feel bad to raise the price but we realized too late the first time around that it was being super undersold for the amount of work it took, aha.

Do you know how much the remaining DLC for OL will cost? (Step 4, Derek, Baxter)

Step 4: Free

Wedding DLC: $2.99USD

Derek DLC: $4.99USD

Baxter DLC: $4.99USD

Has an artist for the new position been picked yet?! I'm super excited for the new game!

We did fill that spot. Thank you so much for taking the time to apply!

hmmm what would it take to get each of the XOXO jerk squad to feel the need to hug you?

They’d have to first like you a fair amount, otherwise the most you’d get is maybe a pat on the shoulder. If they were attached, they might hug you if you broke down crying or if you gave them super good news.

Unless it’s Shiloh, of course. If you want a hug you only have to ask!

May i ask how the Derek DLC will work? I believe that there aren’t any memories in step 4 and doesnt derek’s dlc take place during that step? So will the dlc add memories? Thank you!

Derek’s DLC will add five Moments to Step 2 (a new page will appear on that screen if you get the DLC). Then in Step 4 you’ll have to choose between playing the default epilogue or going through the Derek romance story.

Is the pc version on itch,io different from the steam version? Like an offline one or something?

Steam has achievements, but that’s about it. Both can be played offline, if you prefer.

I've been wondering this for awhile, what determines if cove winds up with a ponytail in step 3? I've done multiple runs with different MCs with varying hairstyles. Or does it have to do with a particular moment in step 2?

I’m afraid I can’t say exact choices that determine things. But generally it’s preference based options in the Step before that decide those things.

Any Floret Bond updates?

No, the artist had to leave the project and it’s been on-hold. I’m not sure if I want to try working just with what we have or replacing it all entirely. The design is a bit too specific for us to easily find someone who could mimic it. Hopefully we’ll work things out later, though.

In step 3 is Cove's plan always to stay in sunset bird?

Yeah. He is never ready at 18-years-old to make a big life change.

I love your content! If it's alright to ask, you answered in a previous ask about how Jeremy was too particular with what he likes his types to be romanceable with just any MC and it's sort of got me wondering.. What /are/ his types and/or preferences and such? Sorry if it's a lot!

Jeremy likes stubborn jerks and will not date someone who’s sweet or even generally a decent person, haha.

uh, excuse me if you said this somewhere before, but how will step 4 be actually? Will it he like an actual step and have moments and dlc and all? Or will it be more like a long epilogue of some sort?

Will the step 4, the wedding and extra routes dlcs be paid too? Im just confused, sorry if im asking too much

Step 4 is only an epilogue, so it’s just a long series of scenes one after the other rather than a collection of Moments you can choose from.

The Step 4 epilogue is free, the wedding DLC, Derek DLC, and Baxter DLC cost money.

i’m not sure how much of the wedding dlc you have planned already, or if this would be to spoilery, but what kind of wedding traditions will be included? i keep thinking about how flustered cove would get over a garter toss & was wondering if we’d see a scene like that haha. obviously no worries if it’s not included, i’ll enjoy literally anything cove related

I don’t know for sure yet, haha. Right now we’re focused on the parts before the big day. We’ll see how many scene alterations we can include for the wedding itself later on.

Hello! Firstly, thank you for creating such an amazing game like OL, and I couldn’t be more excited for OL2! Out of curiosity, are you looking for any writers to come on for OL2 or are you all pretty much set in that department? Just thought I’d shoot my shot haha but I’m still excited regardless ^^!

We will be hiring writers for OL2 later this year! Thank you for the interest.

Will we be blessed with a spin-off Yandere Cove, like XOXO Blood Droplets?

Sadly, no. It’s a shame but there’s not enough time to keep making OL1 bonus/spin-off content.

How is Q pronounced?

I’m afraid Q’s full name hasn’t been publicly announced yet so I can’t answer here (Q and T are the first letters of the names for the new LIs in Our Life: Now & Forever).

Question; is the steam version getting a Mac update? I purchased the dlc there thinking it had Mac support without realizing it and just wondered if I’d need to refund it to purchase on itch.io 😭

I’m really sorry, you will need to get a refund from Steam. We do hope to have it there for Steam eventually, but have no idea of when it’ll happen. Apple requires special notarization to be an officially accepted app for their devices. We don’t have that. Steam requires having that, Itch will let you release it as an non-notarized third party app. That’s why Itch is the only place that has the Mac version right now.

would you mind posting outfit sheets for Cove in every step? it would make things a lot easier for us artists. it would save a lot of time spent looking for references

I think we did do the earlier steps when they were finished way back in 2019 (this game took a long time to make, aha), but we can probably repost them sometime!

In our life n&f, will we be able to get into qprs/will there be more options in regards to having deep platonic relationships with the love interests? Because as an aroace individual, it would be great if there could also be emphasis on platonic love so that it's more aspec inclusive.

It’s a little hard to say at this point. There may not be things like a wedding DLC for OL2 and so the relationship for platonic and romantic feelings might not go as far as it did in the first game. We’ll kind of have to see how much we can do based on timeframe/budget constraints that will only be set near the end of the year. But we will be keeping things like that in mind at least.

hi! i really really like your game and im absolutely in love with it! i cant wait to try your other games like xoxo droplet and future OL NF :))

during the step 3 erands moment i got curious, which fudge flavor is his favorite? it seems like he likes all of them, but which 4 do you think he would like best?

also i noticed that in some playthroughs cove would let me give him a piggy back ride, and in some he wouldn't, how come?

how does your choices affect cove's interests or looks? i replayed the game without changing any choices but i got cove to look different, is it just random?

thank you!

Cove’s favorite flavors are ones with nuts and that are fruity! But he appreciates them all. Whether or not you can give him a piggyback ride depends on if your MC is fit/large enough to hold a muscular 6-foot-tall beach boy, haha.

Cove’s appearance does depend on choices and it’s generally tied to choices that are preference based rather than emotion/action based, such as which key chain you pick in Step 1.

Is it possible for cove to reject MC's proposal at the end of step 3?

Nope. He’ll always accept.

hi! i was wondering how heavily the side characters will be featured in the our life wedding dlc? obviously it'll be cove & mc focused, but i was thinking it'd be sweet if we could take lizzie dress / suit shopping or dance with cliff at the wedding or something.

The side characters are there about as often as they are in normal events. So, it’s clearly focused on Cove but he’s not the only person you have any meaningful moments with.

When will responses be sent out to applicants?

I’m afraid we don’t send responses out to all applications, only ones we’re interested in offering the position to. Not everyone likes rejection emails and the amount of applications is too high to contact them all to say we’re not hiring them. We post updates on the job page when a position has news. Right now we’ve filled every role that was open.

Is there also going to be the option to keep your relationships with the love interests platonic in Our Life: Now and Forever? That's something I really appreciate in Our Life: Beginnings and Always

Yeah! OL will never force you to end up in a romantic relationship with someone.

I was wondering, in the Step 3 Happiness moment, what are the different fishes Cove can compare MC to? I got "you'd be a paradise fish, because being with you is paradise," but my friend got "you'd be an angelfish." Are there more variations?

He says paradise fish if you’re a couple, angelfish if he’s just crushing, and then a royal dottyback/queenfish/emperor tetra (based on your gender) if he likes the MC platonicly.

Hello! So, in one of the Step 3 DLCs, Cove's arm was gone. I think it was to show him putting his arm behind his back. But if that wasn't the case, did it get yeeted?

Thanks for letting us know. That was an error we tried to fix a little while back. When did you make the save file you were playing? If it was older that might be why it happened. Or maybe the error wasn’t fully fixed after all.

Asking for your opinion, but do you think Cove would at all be into ABBA? Because all I could imagine during the car trip in step 3 was him and the MC belting to Mamma Mia.

Haha, yeah, there’d definitely be some ABBA songs he was into.

So throughout the game, Cove can develop different interests depending on the player’s choices; does this mean that he can have different careers in Step 4? Or his is line of work in adulthood never mentioned at all?

He can have different career paths in Step 4!

Hi!! I'm so so sorry if this has been asked before but I just acquired knowledge about the so famous nsfw dlc for OL and nearly chocked on my bubblegum 💀💀💀 So, my real inquiry is if that specific moment will have any kind of impact at some point of the fourth step OR if it will just be treated as a side-story-ish “what if” scenario.Also, is there any chance there'll be something similar for Step 4? Haha jk,,, unless 😳Questions apart let me thank you profoundly for making the best visual novel I've ever played 😭 Really really looking forward the epilogue and OL2 💕 Have a nice day

It’s just a bonus side story that’s fully separate from the main game.

It would be nice to have one for Step 4 too, but I sadly don’t see us having time to actually do it. I don’t know, if people are still asking for more OL1 content several months from now it might be doable and worth doing.

I'd just like to ask, when is Baxter's birthday :0 -- I'm really curious esp with their zodiac signs so ;w;

I don’t know, haha. Maybe I’ll come up with one someday.

Please help!! I bought the Step 3 DLC but I still have no idea how to get to where you can propose to Cove - any tips?

How do I get the option to propose to Cove at the end of the game?

You can click HERE for a discussion on that.

I love that Miranda and Terry are getting together! I'm curious if you have canon sexualities for them? Also just wanted to say how much I love OL and how much joy it brings me everytime I play it <3

Terry likes ladies and Miranda likes dudes!

ngl Step 4 Terry's design reads like y'all see trans guys as their assigned gender more than you see them as men to me (a trans guy)... like maybe if he isn't heavily dysphoric, I could see it, but everything you've said about him doesn't line up with that. Even then, immediate warning bells go off in my head looking at him. I wouldn't have touched the game if I saw him ahead of time.

I’m sorry you aren’t comfortable with the way the design looks. The situation with Terry is that he’s now open about who he is, but the body he was born with is still physically the same. He only came out recently as an adult and hasn’t gone through any treatments/procedures yet (his chest is flatter because he wears a binder). However, even though his body hasn’t transitioned at the point Step 4 happens, no one treats him as anything other than the guy he is. Having a trans character who’s identity is supported/respected from the start is what we’re going for in this case. But what we’re doing with Terry isn’t the only trans content we’ve ever had/ever will have in the future.

how would baxter react to bae pyoun and vice versa? and can you please detailly explain both love interests personalities from our life 2: now and forever? i was just curious, sorry for dumb question!!

I imagine it’d be pretty opposite experiences, haha. Bae would initially think Baxter is pushy and thoughtless, but would quickly realize, oh, he’s instead a soft, considerate boy. Very cute. Baxter would first be struck with the impression that Bae is charming and gentlemanly, but then would realize that, no, he’s a sarcastic asshole. And I’m afraid we can’t reveal the personalities for the next game yet.

Sorry if you've already answered this, but I have a question about the patreon exclusive moment you're working on. I was wondering if it's mainly going to be CGs or if it's mostly character sprites + backgrounds with some CGs.

Either way, thank you for doing the Lord's work and not only making Cove, but making this bonus moment as well 😌😌😌

It’s mostly sprites/backgrounds with two CGs!

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Someone submitted something in my inbox and they wanted to remain anonymous. Since this is an extremely long essay, I will put it under the cut. READ AT YOUR OWN RISK, YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED!

xxx submitted: hey, i was the one who ask what do you think of Misha and Jensen's current relationship First off all thank you for your answear it means much to me cause im easy to be convice and this person who keep telling me that they are no longer friends can be so convicing, so I'm actully trying to forget what she said 😅 so I'm just writing a few. she said that since they no longer work together, they will forget about each other, and do their common things like the gay jokes, face touches ect. With other people, and neglect each other, don't talk to each other, and then meet new people who will replace the other. And and she talked about the gish thing, she said she sure they didn't talk since the end of the series, because Jensen didn't know where Misha was and Misha didn't know about the Radio Company vol 2 (but i saw people say that, they were just pretending, because Misha liked something about Radio Company Vol 2, before the gish live, so in theory he already knew then or something like that) and She said Misha wrote a poem about Darius not Jensen and now I will write down what she sent me : I saw a post about Jensen's current activities on social media, and I've come to the conclusion the only person he doesn't interact with is mish. Sadly this makes my break up theory even stronger. I feel like this is a goodbye to one of the biggest parts of my life. They've moved on from "uk what I haven't told you today? That i love u"+ from "miss my only jensen" from "i love u misha i mean it from the bottom of my heart" from "jensen has no flaws" from "misha is the funniest thing ever happened to me" from all that love and affection from everything they developed together and now they're apart leaving their lives like nothing happened and call me a dramatic but they both have the same energy now as someone has after a big break up. and Jensen comments on almost every of his friend’s post except Misha’s"+ Jenmish is genuinely the best thing that has ever happened in my entire life. I owe them literally everything. They're the reason i hold on. Unfortunately on this essay i have to start using past tense verbs for them, and i have to continue on that. I don't know for how long y'all been in spn fandom. But even if u joined one year before the show ended you'd know how close and intimate jensen and misha were. Everything about them was unmatched.+ The chemistry and how they just fit eachother. They had always been all over eachother. Like they were holding on eachother for dear life. They completed eachother and were like world's most powerful thing. They were the definition of soulmatism. No matter where, they ALWAYS kept interacting with eachother. Each possible tweet or insta post. On cons that the other wasn't there, the other one would bring up the othere's name for no absolute reason. +The looks and repeated love confessions. How invested they were both into eachother. The family they had built together cuz we know how close dee and mish are (look all the charity work they've been doing together recently). There are youtube videos to proof everything I've said so far.When i say break up, my real intention is that they've grown apart. Everything started in the the third or forth month of pandemic. Before than jensen used to interact +(comment mostly) on almost all of misha's posts. But after a while everything just stopped. At first personally didn't care that much. Bcuz I believed too much in them that I thought not even the gods above could separate them. I told myself maybe they spend long hours chatting or video calling and that's why online public interactions are gone. But as it passed it almost diminished to zero. Except some likes from jackles and eventual ones from misha there weren't anything else.+ We got absolutely no content and the show went off too. We were helpless and were sticking to everything we had Dee had a big social media shot down, so as jensen. Misha was busy with the election. We got some interviews for it with all of them. But we didn't get much.except remember both of them pulling a bff

move. and texted eachother during an online con where everyone else were dead-serious about politics? That flickered something in me. That showed me that+ they can't ever possibly let eachother go. And the times everyone else were talking and these too would just talk random things together (the one jackels had a white hat on with stacy abraham).And then Misha posted that for jensen's bday We really overlooked it. That shit was too intimate. To close. Fav march baby? U just don't go around and called ur bestie baby and when u mean it deeply. Especially not when ur friend is jensen ackles the "I suffered form internalized homophobia my whole life+ but fuck my wife's an angel and i have an angel bf too and another angel which is his wife but I'd rather die than come out cuz my asshole dad pulled a John winchester on me". It doesn't work like that. But uk how mish is. Carefree and open. I believe they got into a fight bcuz of this. He didn't even like the post. AND that was when the tiny bit of interactions we had was gone too. For a while jensen didn't even liked his posts. After a month it started again.What made me finally believe in that they had grown too+ far: I still remember the night misha posted that he and jensen were going to have a con for gish together. I remember how hard I cried. Lile the whole world was given to me. But deep down in my heart I knew that something would definitely happen. It didn't sit right with me and unfortunately my senses never lie to me. Jensen showed up at the wrong time bcuz of misunderstanding the time zones (this was HILARIOUS). That's not even my point.+ I've seen that interview 3 times so far. It always reminds me of when i saw my ex at a party and we were both so thrilled to see eachother and we still loved the other dearly, but we just couldn't work it out. Jensen and Misha's expressions were EXACTLY the same. The genuine smiles and longs pauses were they just stared at eachother. I'm so happy that it was online cuz if they actually gave that looks to eachother standing right next to the other one I would've collapsed. Misha didn't know that jensen's album+ was out. And he got so embarrassed when he found it out. He didn't know that jensen was on set and hadn't been home for 8weeks. Jensen had no idea where misha was. And this means that they hadn't talked in a long long time.When you're that close with someone for more than a decade, i mean THAT close, even if u're separated from eachother you'd at least check on the once a week, or at least once in two weeks. But it was vividly clear that they hadn't. I hate how this world works. They would always be in my heart.+ I would be thankful from them for everything. It hurts, and it won't stop and im so sure I'd be carrying this pain for a long time. They mean too much to a lot of us. Sometimes I think to myself that god i love them so much. Remember in 2019 when we used to get SO many jenmishdee interactions? That was LIT. It was THEE year for us. I hope they're doing good. I really do. I hope we don't get more proofs and I won't have to update this thread. Cuz my heart won't be taking it very+ well.Something i gotta add U may say that Jensen's busy and that's why he doesn't comment. But he comments on a lot of jared and his new costar's posts. So that's no excuse. So yeah that's it. I don't know what am I supposed to think. english isn't my native language, so sorry for the mistakes

Here is my response:

I don't know who this person who has been talking to is but I have to say they seem to be project their previous relationship experience on cockles.

I believe Jensen and Misha are okay and are together. Social media likes and comments don't mean anything. I mean it's not like Jensen or Misha used to comment on each other's posts before. Jensen didn't even wish Dee Happy Mother's Day this year, does that mean they are not together anymore? Nope. He has other best friends he has known for over 20 years like Jason Manns, Steve Carlson etc that he doesn't wish happy birthday, does that mean they are not friends anymore.

Please let's not put value on social media likes. I don't even follow my own family on sm and I don't always like or comment on my bf's or bff's posts on sm. So it doesn't mean anything.

As for the Gish Panel, I have talked about it before, the time Jensen was slotted to attend the panel, he was meant to answer fan questions. I honestly believe they decided to not do it at that time because they knew the questions would be about Destiel and not their new projects. If you watched that panel, Misha knew that Jensen's album was out as I pointed out. He was just trying to promote the album and soldier boy. He knew Jensen had also buffed out. It was all to promote Jensen. Anything else you hear is trolls and antis just being loud. Also don't forget Jensen called him "babe".

If Jensen and Misha weren't okay, he wouldn't have attended or participated all those panels Misha organized especially for Gish. Danneel also posts a lot about RA and likes Misha's posts. I am 100% Misha visited the Ackles when he went to Colorado last month.

Stop listening to trolls and/or antis or just people who are projecting and look at facts.

#submissions #cockles

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orenjikaraka · 3 years ago

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I’m Truly Sorry, please Forgive Me…

Rengoku Kyojuro x reader angst

Warnings: slight manga warning aka mainly akaza just slightly though, cursing, concerned for weight, angst

word count: 4279

AU: modern

(Y/N) woke up to an empty side of the bed, She wondered if he’s at work again, she sighed, she got up, she actually kind of disappointed that he's not here , ‘Kyojuro…’ she thought, she still felt tired, but kind of relieved in the same time, because she was on break, it was only for a week, but she’s glad that she doesn’t have to go to work today, ‘I should make dinner for him, because he usually comes back late at night’, when she got up, the floor was cold, ‘well crap now I’m awake’, she got dressed and went to the kitchen, she made Kyojuro’s dinner and made her breakfast, she put his plate in the fridge, and ate her breakfast alone while watching some shows.

After she finished her food, she was wondering if she should call him, to see if he was alright. But before she could even try, Genya was calling her, ‘weird timing’, and she answered “hi Genya, what’s up?” “O- oh hi (Y/N), I was wondering if Rengoku-San is doing ok, because he’s been working on a lot of paperwork, he usually be finish with it, and head to your home, but- but he been like this yesterday morning and I don’t- don’t think he left school?” ‘Now that you think about it, Kyojuro left early yesterday in the morning, I thought it would be like a meeting, but who takes meetings that early in the DAMN morning’ “maybe he just has extra work, he needs to do Genya”, “ trueee, but he looks exhausted, so I wondering if you could check on him?”

‘Awwww, Genya, still acting like a little brother, it’s no wonder he’ll be worried, heck I'm worried too, but usually when these things happen like this, he comes the next day, sleeping soundly on our bed…’ “Genya, sweetheart, don’t worry about it, he’ll be back probably late at night, and be sound asleep in my bed, so don’t worry” “but- but (Y/N)” ‘this boy…’ “Genya I’ll tell you what, if he doesn’t come this midnight, and if morning happens and he’s still not there, can you ask Sanemi to go check on him, because I’ll be busy tomorrow, and you know, some errands for the house and grocery stopping, also I chose Sanemi, because you’ll be busy with school you know” “i- I know, and o- ok” … “OH, (Y/N), I’m celebrating my birthday today. Would you like to come, Tanjiro and his sister will be there, and Sanemi of course, “oh I would love to, I don’t really have anything to do today anyway so sure!” “YES- wait I mean thank you… for… coming…” ‘hehe poor boy, probably made his classmates scared’ “your welcome Genya, also happy birthday!” “Thank you, (Y/N), bye” “bye”.

‘Oh, before I do anything I should go buy him a gift’ so (Y/N) put on some casual clothes, instead of just wearing Pajamas, and went to the mail.

—-

All the classes has ended, and Rengoku just finished a big batch of paperwork, he yawn, and checked if he was finished, he looked on his schedule and saw more paperwork has been placed with a big sticky note that says ‘Teacher of history class: Rengoku Kyojuro; must be finished by tomorrow!’ “Fuck…” he just wanted to go home and sleep with his beautiful wife, on that soft bed, “guess this will be my 4th coffee for the day…” he got up and yawn again, and stretched, his back pop, but not in the good way, “ow, ow, ow, never doing that again…”, he walked over, and picked his stack of paper he had to do, he sat it in his desk, and walked to the teachers lounge’s door, and opened it to the hallway, before he stepped out, he saw Genya with Sanemi, most likely walking home, he guessed, but he heard Genya saying before they left, “(Y/N), is coming over, for the party, I’m so glad she’s free today!” And as they left, Kyojuro felt frustrated, ‘why didn't she tell me anything…’ he yawned again, “God, these yawns are getting on my nerves, I need my coffee…”

When he made it to the teachers lunch room, he started to make his coffee, when it finished, he drinks it, unusually fast, but unsatisfied, by the results, ‘ima have another’ so he made another, and drink it the exact speed as the last one, satisfied by the 2nd coffee, he was gonna go back to the teachers lounge, but saw a small box that had some sweet rolls, on the box it said, ‘you may only take one’, but Kyojuro had a craving to eat the whole damn box, all those coffees are really messing up his appetite, ‘who’s gonna notice these anyway, I eat most of the stuff here, so who gives a damn’ ‘but then again… I’ll gain some weight…’ he put one hand on his side, and felt some fat, it’s not noticeable, but it’s still pudge, ‘maybe I regret being a teacher, all this damn paperwork, and exhaustion, and drinking all this coffee really affecting my body…’ when he was thinking about all this stuff and he was about to ditch it and left, but hunger was just raging in his stomach so ‘ok, ok, maybe some won’t hurt’ and took the whole damn box and left for the teachers lounge.

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(Y/N) was at Sanemi’s house celebrating Genya’s birthday, everything was going great and to (Y/N), she was surprised that Sanemi was having a great time too. It was kind of sad that Kyojuro wasn’t there, he would be giving Genya tons of gifts, but sadly he’s still at work, it made (Y/N) a bit disappointed again, but she wanted to just hope, he’s doing ok, “(Y/N), what’s wrong?” “Oh, Sanemi, I’m just worried for my husband is all…” “don’t worry about it, like you said to Genya, if he doesn’t show up to your house tomorrow morning, I’ll go check on him, just relax and don’t worry about it” “ok…” “quick (Y/N), I’m blow the heck out of the candles!!” Genya said, (Y/N) laughed, “ok!!, come on Sanemi, get off that couch of yours, and stop being lazy” Sanemi smirk “ohhhh really, I’ll prove to you, that I’m not” he gets up, “I like to see you try!!” Sanemi and (Y/N) laughed after that, and went over to the kitchen to celebrate Sanemi’s little bro's birthday.

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After Genya’s birthday celebration was over, (Y/N) went straight home, to relax and just vibe at home, when she took her shower and other little chores and pajamas on, she was about to fell on her bed, but she heard a knock on her door, she immediately turned around and hope it was Kyojuro, when she opened it, her excitement immediately stopped, she saw akaza, “sorry to bother you Mrs. Rengoku, but I’m just here to drop some stuff off”, “who stuff is it?” “Just Rengoku-sans” “oh ok, thanks akaza, oh also is he still at work?” Akaza sighed “yeah… I kind of feel bad for the guy, been working his ass off over some stupid extra paperwork…”, ‘I’ll remind Sanemi tomorrow to go check on him’, “akaza, before you leave, thanks again I appreciate it”, “your welcome, and have a great night!” Akaza waved goodbye and walked away, ‘akaza, I hope that boy relationship is better then mine, because he needs it, he’s such a sweet boy…’ (Y/N) closed the door, and looked in the box, it had finished paperwork inside it.

‘Ren… you really need to take a break…’

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The next evening is even more tiring than before, Kyojuro looks more warned out; he looks like he's gonna faint any minute, but that coffee stops him from doing so. ‘Fuck me… my eyes hurt so much…’ Kyojuro yawned again. The teacher's office door opened, Kyojuro didn’t give a damn who it was, because he felt like passing out. “Rengoku”, … “Kyojuro”, … “HEY, I know you can hear me, don’t play du-“ “how about you shut your mouth Sanemi” “tch, hey I’m only here because your wife sent me here to check up on you, not for you to be a asshole to me” that annoyed Kyojuro “why the hell are you with my (Y/N)” “Ren, she’s like a sister to me, even though we’re not related, I still see her as family, so why the fuck you think, I be behind your back with that” Kyojuro sighed and stood from his chair “where is she” “she’s out doing errands, she wanted to come over here and check on you, but house chores and grocery shopping” Kyojuro sat back down and trying to finish what he was left off “ok, leave, I have work to do, so buzz off”.

“Are you listening to yourself right now, your just gonna go back on your work instead of paying attention to (Y/N)” “no, I need to finish it, for my job, someone needs to pay the bills in the house” Sanemi got pissed off by that, then he chuckled “tch, no wonder (Y/N) comes to my house, when she’s all tearing up, because someone needs to give her attention and that someone is not you” Kyojuro stood up and put his hands by Sanemi’s shirt, Sanemi can see that flame in his eyes, the rage… “Sanemi if you lay a finger on-“ “maybe I should, I can treat her better than you…” Kyojuro was about to punch him, but the door opened again, and Genya was there, poor boy was shocked, “let go, Rengoku” Sanemi made Kyojuro let go, Sanemi walked over to Genya, and reassured him, Kyojuro just stared back and a overflowing guilt fell on him, Sanemi looked back with rage and discuss in his eyes, “Ren, you need to get your act together, if you can’t do that, she’s gonna move on, and divorce you…” then slammed the door.

Sanemi walked out with Genya and head home, but before he touched the door knob, his phone rings, he got his phone out of his pocket and saw (Y/N) on the screen, he answers, “hey what’s up” “hey can I come spend the night at your house” Sanemi was surprised, “oh… why-“ “Genya texted me, that the talk you had with Ren, didn’t go so well…” ‘she sounds depressed’ “hey… is everything ok…” ‘wait, why would I ask such a dumb question’ “kinda… I'm just sick of being alone at home…” “yeah, want me to come pick you up” “yes…” “ok, I’ll come pick you up in 10 minutes from now” “thanks Sem Sem, I appreciate it” Sanemi chuckled, “your welcome, (Y/N)…”

—-

It was late at night again, and Kyojuro was still at work doing paperwork, he felt like knocking out, his eyes were drooping and his back hurts, ‘me, an jerk, fuck off Sanemi…’ ‘maybe I should call her…’ Kyojuro stop doing his work and picked up his phone off the desk and started to call her, it rings and rings and rings, until a voicemail happens, “hi this is (Y/N), I might be busy with my husband, so please understand, leave a message after the beep”, *bee-* He canceled it before it even tried to go to voicemail, ‘why should I even try again, it’s midnight’ he put his phone down and he wanted to rest his eyes ‘maybe, I am a jerk’ then he denied it ‘no, I need to finish this work…’ yawned again, ‘actually maybe a small nap won’t hurt, right?’ He laid on his arms, and wondered ‘am I really a bad husband, mom if you were here, what would you say about this…’ Kyojuro slowly fell asleep on his desk.

—-

It was midnight and (Y/N) didn’t want to call back Kyojuro, she saw the missed call from him, but she was shocked to think he would call her, she sighed and tried to go to sleep but couldn’t, maybe she’s overreacting about Kyojuro, she knows his job can be overwhelming, but… but… she’s tearing up, she’s sobbing, she’s quivering, she lift herself up, and put her arms around her legs.

Sanemi was fast asleep in the living room couch, Genya couldn’t really sleep because what happened in the teachers lounge, what Sanemi said and what Rengoku said, he felt guilt swelling up in his heart, then he hear (Y/N) sobbing in Sanemi’s master bedroom, he sit up, and opened his door, and quietly walked to his brother’s room, slowly opened the door, and saw (Y/N), he felt horrible, he closed the door behind him, and slowly touched her back and slowly rubs her back, “hey, (Y/N)… everything will be ok…” (Y/N) let go of her arms and slowly hugged Genya, she was sobbing on his shoulder, he hugged her back, and give light rubs on her back, and whispered “everything is going to be fine”, it slowly calmed her down, and she looked up at Genya, her puffy eyes made him felt terrible, “I’m sorry I woke you up Genya, it’s just so much is happening…” “no, no, no, it’s fine, your stressed out because what’s all happening and I completely understand that'', “thanks Genya…” “do you need anything else, (Y/N)” she paused and still looked gloomy, “can you sleep with me, It’s hard for me to sleep”, Genya spaced out and it was a little out of the blue for him, “sur- sure, if it- it helps you sleep- I com- completely understand” his cheeks were slightly pink, (Y/N) laughed because he looks so cute, when’s he’s blushy, “thanks Genya'' she made a small smile, that made Genya stop blushing, he smiled back, he stood up, and started to fix his side of the bed, and he walked out and walked back in for his phone, (Y/N) layed down on her side of the bed, and Genya rested on the left side, “thanks again Gen Gen…” “your welcome (Y/N)…” and they both fell asleep.

—-

Sanemi woke up first, because he needs to get Genya ready for school and everything, like make his breakfast and stuff, he left his main clothes in the living room because he didn’t want to wake up (Y/N), he got dressed and he head to Genya’s room, to wake him up, when he got there and opened the door, he wasn’t there, ‘where you go?’ Then he look at his room, and slowly walked to his room and opened it, and saw Genya sleeping on the left side and (Y/N) on the right, ‘she must’ve had a hard time sleeping, so she asked Genya…’ he still felt frustrated from yesterday, ‘maybe I should call for a day off today, because of (Y/N)’ so he slowly closed the door and called his boss, he said Genya’s not feeling well and that Genya has to stay home, and he had to stay home and take care of him, he ended the call and started to make breakfast for the both of them, he made there plates first, then he made his, his room door opened and Sanemi’s head looked at the direction, and saw Genya walked out then (Y/N), they both yawn, “I smelled pancakes, so I woke up first” (Y/N) said, Genya just shook up, “wait!, ima be late for school!”, then Sanemi quickly said “you dork, I told them we have a day off!, so calm down…``''oh…”, (Y/N) laughed on the two brothers, “why did you call a day off Sanemi?” “Because of you, I saw Genya slept on the other side of the bed, so I thought, you had a hard time sleeping” “I did and Genya helped, isn’t that little dude” “HEY, I’m not around the same age, but I am like twice your size!”, (Y/N) laughed, it made the brothers smile, because it’s better to see their friend happy instead of so sorrowful, “hey, Sanemi… later from today, can you drop me at the school, I need to talk to Rengoku'' Sanemi was a bit surprised to hear her say his last name, “sure, I can, but if anything happens I’ll be in the hallway, and if anyone ask why I’m there, I’ll just say, I’m waiting on someone” “thanks Sanemi” she smiled softly “your welcome (Y/N), if anything happens I’ll rush in there”

“Thanks and I appreciate it”

—-

It was the afternoon and Kyojuro woke up from his nap, he felt all horrible, his back still hurts, his eyes has deep bags under them, and his body has a trill to drink more coffee, he tried stretching again, but the aches on his back felt like needles piercing through his skin “well that just fucking hurts” he touched his sides and his back, because they were hurting like hell, ‘hope this day, won’t get any worse as it is’, the teacher’s lounge door opened and right when he looked up, he saw his beautiful (Y/N), she looked dreadful, “hi…” she spoke, he felt guilt in his heart because how sad she sounds, “hi…” “can we talk, Rengoku…”, Kyojuro felt even more guilt, why is she calling me that, like we’re strangers all over again he thought, “baby, why are you not calling me by my-“ “Ren, why aren’t you coming home” that guilt slowly turns into frustration, “because I have a job, and I need to pay the bills for us to survive…” “yes, but doesn’t mean you stay up and at your job for three days straight”, “so-“, now (Y/N) slightly raising her voice “what do you mean so!, look at yourself, you been sitting in your desk, drinking coffee, have horrible bags under your eyes, you look like your gonna knock out, Rengo-“ “STOP CALLING ME BY MY LAST NAME” that terrified her, but she still stood her ground, “why should I!! I have been ignored for the past three days! You don’t even give me a text that ‘I’ll be still at work!’ Or at least something comforting!” “Oh (Y/N)!, why don’t you stop being a sensitive little bitch!, and just grow up!”

Kyojuro eyes went wide, shocked to why he even said that, (Y/N) was trembling, her tears were streaming down her cheeks, Kyojuro wanted to help her calm down, but when he tried to reach for her, she backed up, Kyojuro felt horrible, he felt like he wanted to get punched, his voice was shaky, “(Y/N)…” he tried to touch her shoulder again, but she back up again, “don’t touch me…” his heart shattered when he heard her and how scared she is, “(Y/N), I’m sorry…”, it was silent, until she said “Kyojuro…, no wonder your just like your father…”, and she ran out just like that, Kyojuro was speechless, he wanted to run after her, but couldn’t, because she was right, Kyojuro started tearing up and quavering.

“Am I really…”

——

(Y/N) was running away from the school, the students that were leaving school saw her with sad looks on there faces, Sanemi was behind yelling her name, She just wanted to go far, far, far away from this horrible school, Sanemi chack up, and grabbed her by the arm, “LET GO!!” And Sanemi turned her around, “hey, it’s me, it's me…”, she hugged Sanemi and he hugged back, he picked her up, “it’s going to be ok… shhh.. everything going to be ok… I’ll take you back to my house…”

When they got there, Genya looked worried for (Y/N), she was crying silently, Sanemi wanted to put her down, but she didn’t let go, “(Y/N)?”, “can- can, you and Genya, stay up with me…, be- because I don’t think I can sleep…” Sanemi felt horrible, he should’ve just stepped in, but he wanted to give them space and respect their personal conversation, “sure, (Y/N), anything to make you positive and not stressed, I can do that” ‘hearing that from Sanemi was strange, because usually he’s always stern or blatantly aggressive, but he always would hide his anger on me’ “tha- thanks, Sem Sem…” Sanemi made a small pleasant smile that also made her smile, “hey, (Y/N), how about we watch a movie for the night?”

“Sure, I would love that…”

——

When Kyojuro got home, he was not surprised that she wasn’t here, his fist clenched, and he slammed the door behind him, he was starving, because he felt like if he ate, he’ll just throw up, but he had to eat something, so he walked over to the kitchen and opened the fridge, and saw some dinner, wrapped in foil, and a sticky note on top, he picked up the note, and it read, ‘hi, love, I’m glad your home, finished this amazing dinner I made, I worked really hard on it, so I hope you like it!’ Also ps. When you finish come cuddle with me! <3’, a teardrop fell on the note, and his hand was shaking, it started to become hard to read, because the tears kept flowing, he closed the fridge, and decided to not eat it, the note was now on the floor but he didn’t care, he just wanted to go to sleep, and just hope this is all a nightmare…

After he took his shower and got ready for bed, he wanted to call her again, so he did, but right when he clicked the call button, it went straight to voicemail, he hung up, before her cute voice can say anything, he tossed his phone on her side of the bed, and sat down on his side of the bed, his quivering got worriedly worst, his breathing was uneven, “(Y/N)… please come… back… I’m… nothing like my father…”

“Please… I’m sorry… please come back…”

—-

The following morning, Sanemi woke up first, he got up quietly, stretched his back and popped his joints. He was gonna start breakfast for everyone, but he heard a knock on the door, “who the hell can that be?”, he opened the door and saw Kyojuro, he looked exhausted as usual, but he was well dressed, his hair looks kind of messy, “can I see her, I need to talk to her…” his voice sounds raspy, “no, also please leave, she doesn’t want company at the moment” Sanemi was about to close the door but Kyojuro put his foot on the side, so it won’t close, “please… I must talk to her…” Sanemi hated being in the middle of this, but he can’t just do nothing, (Y/N) was upset about and to see her not happy, makes him wants to punch the hell out of whoever made her unhappy, “listen Rengoku, I don’t want to beat the living pulp out of you, so if you mind, just fucking leave” “I’m not leaving until I talk to her!” He can see those flames in his eyes again. “Why you-“

“Sanemi, who is that?”, (Y/N) woke up, then Genya woke up after, Sanemi turned around with a sad look, “it’s no one” “that’s a lie, (Y/N) please… come out and open the door so we can talk… please…” (Y/N) was shocked to hear Kyojuro at the other side of the door, Sanemi turn back “dude, I told you-“ “Sanemi, let me go talk to him” she stood and walked over to the door, Sanemi turned back, with sternness, but he couldn’t say no, so he opened the door fully and walked to his room and told Genya to follow, but before the two boys went to Sanemi’s room, Sanemi said this, “if you hurt her, your dead you hear”, and both the both the boys were out of sight, it was just (Y/N) and Kyojuro.

“What is it, Rengoku…”

“Look I know you hate me, but please hear me out…” he stepped in and got a little closer.

(Y/N) sighed and nodded in response.

“(Y/N), I’m sorry, that I ignored your text, your calls, and most of all, I’m sorry that I ignored you, it breaks my heart to see you so sad and stressed out, to see you so scared and frightened of me, I don’t want you to see me as my father, I'm truly sorry, please forgive me… I’ll never treat you like this ever again…” his voice was cracking while he talked, but it truly hurt to see him like this, “I’ll prov- prove to you that I’m a worthy husband to you…” he was quivering, “I- I- love you- you, (Y/N)… please don’t leave me… I’m sorry…” “please… I’ll do better-“

(Y/N) hugged him back she was sobbing, but at least she didn’t walk away from him, he hugged her back, and kept saying sweet sorrys, in her ears, giving her kisses, and making her feel loved…

“I’m sorry… my love…”

“Kyojuro… I forgive you…”

“You do!” he sounded like a lost puppy and that make her laughed

“Yes, Koy” she smiled

Kyojuro had the brightest smile, and it made her even more happy.

She hugged him again and he hugged back, “hey koy~”

Hm~”

“Love the new you~” she hugged around his waist.

He blushed, “(Y/N)…” he said shyly he covered his face on her shoulder.

She giggled, “I love you, koy~”

“I love you too, sweetheart~”

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