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emphistic · 2 months ago

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For the Better

A/N: dont feel like proofreading; i would say sorry, but im not

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You answered just before the last ring sounded, and forced out a “Hello?”

A familiar voice came from the other line, saying your name with great enthusiasm. “Hey, you! I almost thought you weren’t going to answer.”

Giving a nervous laugh, you sat yourself down on the couch and prayed to God your social battery hadn’t run out yet. “Naoki, what’s up? Aren’t you supposed to be working at this time?” You did a once-over on the wall clock, validating your assumption.

“I called off of work, I wanted to see you today.”

You blinked. “Oh? You didn’t, like, check if I was available before doing something so rash as leaving work? I mean, what if I wasn’t free?”

Naoki paused for a second, before replying, “I assumed you were free after seeing your car outside your complex. Though I may be wrong, I don’t peg you as the sort of person to call an Uber when you have your own vehicle.”

Your mouth opened and closed, but a response failed to come out. He’s at my building? you thought. You didn’t remember giving him your address, and it would be more than weird for him to ask Eileen for it instead of you. Besides, you two haven’t heard from each other since the night at the bar.

“You’re here?” was the only thing you managed to say.

Naoki hummed in agreement.

“But—but how do you know—?”

“Your address? Trust me, I don’t. I just coincidentally recognized your car while walking around, that’s all. I, Naoki Ito, am far from a serial killer,” he laughed.

“Well,” you said, “that’s good to know. . .”

You eyed Sukuna across the room from your spot on the couch. He couldn’t hear your phone call; you didn’t answer on speaker; but he did look like he was wondering who was keeping you for so long.

“Anyway, if you are free, I was hoping you could show me around the city? I’ve seen some nice restaurants, but I’ve yet to try them.”

You silently wondered why he didn’t ask his cousin, but you didn’t think more on the subject besides that. “That’s . . . not a bad idea. Sure, I’m free.”

“Really? That’s great! How can we meet up?”

“Are you near my complex?”

Naoki hummed, “I’m outside this three-story building with some blue graffiti on the side of it. Dolphins and waves and y’know.”

“Oh, I know where you are. I’m going to get ready, you can just stay put for me, right? I’ll head there in, like, ten minutes, tops.”

The call was quickly ended, and you told Sukuna you would be leaving.

“You know, I haven’t asked Naoki what he thought of macaroni and cheese, yet. I’m thinking today’s the day, and, if he says ‘yes’, well, it’s needless to say I’ll be spending the rest of my week praising whatever gods bestowed this blessing upon me.” You smiled to yourself. “Anyway, I’ve got this great idea that I think you’ll absolutely love.”

“Shoot,” said Sukuna.

“I’ve been thinking about the possibility of Naoki being interested in me. And, honestly, I think it would be great if I set you up with Eileen. I’m not sure how to feel about her flirting with you despite thinking our relationship’s real, but, if all works out with Naoki (as in, he likes macaroni and cheese), the four of us should totally go on a double date some day. What do you think?”

“Fuck no.”

“Seriously? I think my idea’s genius.”

Sukuna scoffed. “Yeah, well, the not-genius part about your idea is the fact you’re trying to get me to date some annoying ass bitch you call your friend. Besides, she is not my type.”

That was . . . definitely not the response you were expecting. “Harsh, much?” you said. Yet, you couldn’t help the giggle that escaped your lips. Sukuna was always so vulgar; it was a bit amusing.

It was a simple, casual outing for two friends that were checking out the city. Thus, you didn’t spend much time throwing on an outfit; you dressed solely for the comfort of a day that was to be spent walking around. So, it didn’t take long for you to meet up with Naoki. And, just as he said, he was leaning on a wall covered head to toe in graffiti. He waved you over once he noticed you, and from there, you two began the day.

“You look nice,” he said, upon looking you up and down.

“You don’t look too shabby, yourself,” you laughed. “So, where’s your car parked?”

Naoki looked a bit confused for a second, as if your question was an absurd one. “Car?”

“Yeah, you drive, right? The nearest restaurant is pretty far. I’ve been complaining about that since the day I moved here. And, if that wasn’t strange enough, there are so many grocery markets here. Like, not everyone is a chef,” you scoffed.

It made you think of Sukuna, who was probably back home. Watching Pride and Prejudice by himself, and complaining about God knows what. He was always a good cook. So, even before you two got into this dating arrangement, he was frequently spending a lot of time at your place. You always laughed and called him your private chef, but he might as well have been.

“Yeah, so, about that, I . . . don’t have a car, actually. I get around places by either taking the bus or walking. Daily exercise, am I right?” joked Naoki, but you didn’t laugh, and just merely nodded.

“We can walk to this restaurant I know, it’s a twenty minute walk, but we can manage. And,” you turned to look at Naoki, “on the way, we can get to know each other better. I think it’s a nice plan, it’ll distract us from how bad our feet will ache by the time we get to the place.” You laughed.

“Good idea,” said Naoki.

His agreement came fast, you almost weren’t expecting it. Sukuna never deliberately said ‘yes’ to you or agreed to any of your ideas. He was more of an actions guy than a words person. He could say ‘no’ and yet still pass you the remote. He could tell how ridiculous you were, and yet still indulge in your little mischiefs every now and then. Like, for instance, the time you told him about your supposed curse. He went with it, despite obviously not believing one word you spoke about it.

“So, do you have any hobbies? Play any sports?” you asked, once the both of you made it to a crosswalk.

“Ah, I’m a big hockey fan. I’m from Los Angeles, so I like the LA Kings and all that. But I don’t play, no, I’ve never been able to join a team.”

“Why’s that?”

“Dunno, to be honest. Can’t say I’m surprised, though, I’m pretty sure I would fall right on my butt as soon as I got on the ice.”

You laughed. “Oh? So you’ve never been ice skating?”

“Nah. You?”

You nodded. “It’s super fun. My first time was on my thirteenth birthday. I went with . . . a friend. Yeah, my friend taught me how to skate.”

It was a hard memory to forget. Your first birthday as a teenager, you went ice skating with none other than Sukuna. Yeah, he played basketball, but he also used to play hockey. He was a devil on the ice, you knew, because you often went to watch his games. But when you two went together, he acted like a saint as he helped you on the ice.

You did drag him down a few times, courtesy of your lack of skill and prominent unfamiliarity on the rink, but he was a good sport about it, merely laughing with you and playfully bullying you just a few times. Despite the cool weather at that time, the memory was warm, and always gave you a cozy feeling just thinking about it. You wondered when you would next be able to do something like that.

“That’s nice. Maybe we can go some day.”

“Uhm, yeah. . . We’d probably have to wait until it gets colder, though.”

Naoki agreed. “What about you? Any hobbies?”

“I like to bake. I have a friend who has a major sweet tooth; she’s always trying out my new recipes and giving me feedback, y’know?”

“Like a taste tester? I bet she only ever has good things to say about your baking.”

You snorted. “You flatter me. But, I wish I could say the same thing about my cooking. The only thing I can make is mac n’ cheese.”

“Well, that’s better than nothing. I can’t cook anything even for the life of me. I DoorDash more often than not. Chicken sandwiches get me going.”

God, you could practically hear Sukuna yelling at you, “Your skin looks like shit. You need to start eating something more healthy than that crap you call buldak ramen.” Sukuna cared about health more than anything. And always poured his blood, sweat, and tears into making you meals that were not only tasty, but also beneficial in ways you didn’t even know existed. He never ordered in, and always made sure you were only rarely eating junk food. If Sukuna was listening to Naoki talk right now, he would probably kill himself.

You were about to say something in reply, when, completely out of the blue, you felt a drop of water on your head. You were planning on ignoring it, but then, it happened again. And, by the looks of it, you weren’t the only one who noticed something was clearly off.

“Did you—Is it raining?” asked Naoki, immediately putting his hood over his head.

You weren’t wearing a jacket, or anything of the sort, to be honest: and you knew, if you stayed in the rain for any longer, you would probably catch a cold. You couldn’t help it when your mind drifted to the fact that, if Sukuna were here, it wouldn’t be a surprise if he offered you his sweater. He always did, after all. It was like second nature to him.

“I think so,” you shivered, wrapping your arms around yourself. “It looked pretty sunny this morning, though.”

Naoki nodded.

“Hey, I saw a small shop on our way here. They have umbrellas, I’m pretty sure.”

And that’s the story of how you ended up sharing a rainbow polka dot umbrella with Naoki (spoiler alert: it wasn’t as romantic as you had imagined). The end.

Just kidding!

Because you and Naoki had already gotten rid of, like, twenty-five percent progress on your journey to the restaurant due to having to make a pitstop in order to acquire an umbrella, the both of you decided to just go back to your apartment, and eat there, instead. It was the most logical choice, of course. Plus, it would give you another opportunity to hang out with Naoki, or, in other words, show him around the city.

“Nice place you’ve got here,” said Naoki, upon entering the apartment. He looked at all your furniture like an alien touching down on Earth for the first time, which, yeah, is reasonable. Since it was his first time being here. But, nevertheless, it did make you a bit self-conscious when he stared a little too long at your collection of apparently “abnormal” looking coasters.

“Yeah, thanks. So,” you began, walking into the kitchen with Naoki at your tail, “what do you think of having macaroni and cheese, right now? It’s a cold day, as of lately, and this cheesy goodness will warm you right up.” You laughed.

“Sure, that sounds good. I love mac n’ cheese.”

At this, your eyes widened, and so did you smile. “Really!? I mean . . . really?”

“Well, yeah, it’s an American comfort food. Disliking macaroni and cheese where I’m from is like disliking pasta while being Italian, I guess.”

You hummed. “Alright, then. So, it’s settled? We’ll have macaroni and cheese?”

“That’s fine by me. Say, do you need any help making it?”

“Actually, I do! You can help get the ingredients. Uhm, we’ll need . . . butter and flour, milk, and cheese (of course); you can choose which one. While you’re doing that, I’ll take care of the noodles and boil them. Oh! I almost forgot; but you can pick out what seasoning you like. I have tons.”

“Got it.”

“You have something right here,” Naoki said, wiping some flour off your cheek.

“Oh,” your cheeks warmed, “I wonder how that got there.” You laughed nervously.

“Uh huh. I mean, I’m the one making the roux,” Naoki smiled. “If anything, I should be the one covered in flour.”

“Oh, wait, you kinda are. Hold on.” You giggled to yourself as you pretended to wipe some flour off Naoki’s cheek, when in reality, you were actually drawing a smiley face on his cheek, instead.

To your disappointment, it didn’t take long for Naoki to figure out your ulterior motive. “Ha, this doesn’t look like you got all the flour off, silly,” said Naoki, looking at himself in the mirror beside the sink.

You grinned, shrugging. “Oops.”

“Hey, uhm, just curious, is your boyfriend home? I mean, wouldn’t it be weird that you’re making macaroni and cheese with someone who isn’t your boyfriend?”

You paused in your work. To be honest, you hadn’t given it much thought, but Naoki was right. To some degree. Sukuna was your boyfriend, but your situation was a little different than that of an actual couple’s. But, now that you think of it, where was Sukuna, actually?

He didn’t have any plans for today; at least, none that he told you. Sukuna always went to the gym on Wednesday and Friday, and took today, Sunday, as his rest day. (He usually just stayed cooped up in his room and played video games.)

“Ah, Sukuna and I actually don’t live together. But, he comes over, and stays over so frequently that he practically does live here, I guess. I have a spare bedroom, and he’s kind of a freeloader.”

“So . . . he’s—uhm, is he . . . homeless?”

You blinked, before laughing out loud. This was the first time you had ever been rendered speechless by a man. Homeless? Sukuna? When Hell freezes over, maybe.

“No. No, God, no. He’s not homeless.”

Naoki looked a bit embarrassed for asking his absurd question. “Oh, uhm. . . Forget I even asked that, then.”

“Don’t worry about it, Nao. Wait, can I call you that?” You thought it was a cute nickname.

“Nao? Oh, sure, yeah. You can call me whatever you want.” You could see a faint blush on Naoki’s cheeks.

It was the next day after your “date” with Naoki when you invited Sukuna over for drinks.

“—Did you know bees don’t make a buzzing sound by themselves?” you asked, before taking a sip of your white wine. You thought Chardonnay was a good choice for the casual occasion.

“Why would they—What do you mean? Are you insane?”

“You know, like, the annoying buzzing you hear when bees are near? Apparently, it comes from their wings as they flap. Isn’t that crazy?”

Sukuna furrowed his brows. “You didn’t know that before?”

“I thought they were just saying ‘buzz’. Didn’t think it was from how fast their wings flapped.” You shrugged.

“You make Yuuji look like a rocket scientist.” Sukuna sighed, setting his glass down on the railing of your balcony.

“Well, sue me,” you raised your hands in the air. “Anyway, I’m really glad you took my suggestion yesterday.”

Sukuna looked at you with a weird expression on his face. “What are you talking about?”

“You don’t know? It’s okay, you don’t have to always have such a big ego. Admitting that you thought my idea was an excellent one is not as bad as you think it is—”

Sukuna cut you off. “Hold on, what idea?”

You frowned, was this guy serious? “The Eileen one?”

“When did I ever indulge in your Eileen idea?”

“Yesterday, silly. When I got back to the apartment early—because it started raining—you weren’t there. Because you took my idea and hung out with Eileen. Do you remember now?”

“I . . . wasn’t gone yesterday because I was with Eileen. And, also, I never was with her.”

You cocked your head to the side. “So, where were you, then?”

Crossing his arms over his chest, Sukuna turned away from you, hiding his face. “None of your business.”

“Oh, come on. You know you can tell me anything. And, if you were out smoking weed or something like that, it’s okay. I wouldn’t ever be surprised about that.”

“How low do you think of me, seriously? God, I was just picking Yuuji up from practice, and then we went and saw Human Earthworm 4. There, you happy now?”

You smiled, patting yourself on the back for being able to get an answer out of Sukuna. “Very.”

From his standing position on the balcony, Sukuna looked up at the moon in the inky, dark sky above. The moon always reminded Sukuna of you. Bright, beautiful, and so, so far away. The eight billion people on this very Earth were all like the stars in the night sky. All unique, with their own stories to tell.

When someone looks up at the sky, they see different stars than the person beside them. For there are simply too many to count. And yet, Sukuna just wished you would look at him.

You two had been through thick and thin together while growing up. You spent countless hours during the summers talking and laughing together. So why, why won’t you just give him the same attention? So many stars for you to look at, and yet, your eyes would never be in the direction of him.

Maybe it was for the better. If they were, you would’ve found out that Sukuna was hiding something from you. Did you actually believe his lie? You must be so gullible, he thought. Sukuna never picked Yuuji up from practice, and he sure as hell never watched that stupid movie.

Years ago, Sukuna quit smoking, because you worried for him. Yesterday, Sukuna Ryomen picked up a cigarette again.

“The moon is beautiful, isn’t it?” asked Sukuna out of the blue, but you didn’t hear him, simply too busy looking at all the other stars in the sky that caught your eye.

“Hm? What did you say?”

“Nothing.”

It was silent for a few moments. Just the distant sound of crickets, and the wailing of the wind. But besides that, it was just you and Sukuna. You two were the only people outside on a balcony, and even then, your attention was somewhere other than the man beside you.

“I’ve . . . noticed something, Sukuna. As of lately. Nao is—”

“You already have a nickname for him?”

“I—” You didn’t know how you were supposed to reply, so you didn’t. “Nao is, uhm, he’s basically the complete opposite of you, y’know. It’s kind of funny, actually. . .”

You couldn’t bear telling Sukuna that, despite being on a date with another guy, your mind constantly drifted to the thought of him, and him alone. Why was that? you asked yourself, but you had no response.

“Isn’t that something.” Sukuna’s tone sounded indifferent, and even though his sentence was a rhetorical question, it sounded more declarative than anything.

You nodded. “Hey, so. . . I found out Naoki likes macaroni and cheese. And I was just thinking, maybe it’s time we start seeing other people?”

“Can I ask why?”

“Well, for one, the curse is probably lifted now.”

“Yeah, but just so you know, there’s no reason for us to stay in contact now.” Sukuna didn’t think he would be able to go on living while being constantly reminded that you were making macaroni and cheese in your kitchen with somebody else.

“What? You mean, like, there’s no reason for us to continue this relationship? We can just stay friends. Y’know, go back to the way we were before.”

“We’ll just stay friends, and continue kissing in the dark? We’ll just stay friends and continue watching sunsets together? We’ll just stay friends, and continue sleeping in the same bed despite the fact you have a spare bedroom I could use? I know who you pretend I am. And if we start dating other people while still being in this arranged relationship, or whatever name you want to call it, we’ll just be technically cheating on each other. Isn’t that right?”

You knew this relationship was far from real since the moment the idea of it was even proposed. But to hear Sukuna suggest you two break up because it would be the most lawful decision? There was a pang through your heart that you didn’t know the reason for.

“. . .But what if the curse comes back?” you asked, your voice barely above a whisper.

Sukuna looked almost irritated, and he definitely sounded like it, but he felt more like he was going crazy. He felt uncomfortable in his own skin. “Oh, right, of course. The curse. I’m here to lift your curse.”

“I just think it’s better to be safe than sorry. We can stay in this relationship together without kissing anymore while we date other people, and it’ll continue to be, like, a token of luck for me.” You tried to appear optimistic about everything, but even the brightest smile shined less than the sun.

Sukuna looked utterly defeated, his voice soft as a feather as he spoke. “For you. . . A token of luck, for you.”

A token of luck. After all, Sukuna would be anything for you.

Only love could drive a man like Sukuna mad. Only love.

#sukuna x reader #ryomen x reader #sukuna x you #jjk x reader #jjk x you #sukuna fluff #sukuna angst

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queen-of-the-avengers · 1 year ago

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Knight in Shining Motorcycle: Part Two

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Female!Reader

Word Count: ~2.7k

Warnings: feeling rejected and heartbroken, going on yet another bad date, belittling wait staff (by the date), fluff at the end

Summary: It's been a month since the incident with Jackson. It's been a month since you felt Bucky's arms around you. It's been a month and he hasn't said one word about it, and seems like he's gone back to his usual ways. It's time for you to move but why can't you?

read part one here: Knight in Shining Motorcycle

Squares Filled: seeking comfort in best friend (2020) for @star-spangled-bingo

Author’s Note: any and all comments are appreciated <3

It’s been a month since you and Bucky shared a bed. It’s been a month since he saved you from that disastrous date with Jackson. It’s been a month since you felt his arms around you, and you haven’t felt them since. It’s like after that night, Bucky went back to his normal ways of fucking a new girl every week. He refuses to think about that night, talk about that night, and acknowledge that it even happened.

Sometimes, he’d bring two girls back to the apartment for a very long night of you wanting to kill yourself from the noises you’d hear. You don’t get it. You thought you two had something. Were you just a means to an end? Another girl to get into his bed even though you never did anything other than sleep? Another notch in his belt?

The only person you can find comfort in is your best friend and Bucky’s sister, Mia. She’s the only one who will hear you complain about him because everyone does it. All of her friends who have gotten involved with Bucky have complained to her about how he didn’t treat them right or they caught feelings but he tossed them aside like they meant nothing.

However, this time it’s different. It’s the way you talk about Bucky or the way she sees him with other girls that makes her think there is something more to this than meets the eye.

“He hasn’t said anything to you?” you ask and fiddle with your cappuccino.

“No, sorry, hun.”

“I should move out. I don’t know where I’d go.”

“I wish I could say you can stay with me. Ty and I just converted the spare bedroom into our home office.”

“I know. I appreciate the offer. I have a little money saved but I have to tough it out until I get enough to afford something small.”

“Ty’s sister is a real estate agent. I can give her your number and she can try and help you out.”

“Yeah, maybe. I’m still trying to figure things out.”

“Hey, can Ty and I borrow your car this weekend? Ours is in the shop and we planned a romantic weekend up north.”

“Yeah, that’s fine. I’ll drop it off the night before.”

“Thanks!”

You take a sip from your coffee and hear a motorcycle in the distance. You’d recognize that bike anywhere. Bucky pulls up near the cafe where you and Mia are and parks on the side of the road. He has a girl on the back of his bike that he no doubt met that day. Right in front of him is some fancy clothing store she wanted to go to. She gets off the bike, removes her helmet, and leaves him on the bike to go inside the store alone.

Bucky looks in your general direction but with his helmet on, it’s hard to determine exactly what he is looking at. Still, that doesn’t stop the glare you’re giving him.

“Just ignore him,” Mia says and pops a doughnut hole into her mouth.

“Easier said than done,” you mutter and look away from him. “That next morning, he acted like nothing happened. I figured he didn’t want to talk about it. Then a couple of days passed and he still didn’t mention it. Weeks went by and now I know he’s doing this to me on purpose. He’s being an ass.”

Bucky gets off his bike and takes off his helmet to get some fresh air, and he leans against the side of it effortlessly. If you were to do that, you’d surely knock the bike over. He waits for his fuck buddy to come out of the store, and she bounces over to him with a bag in hand. She wraps her arms around his neck and he pulls her in for a kiss.

It’s the kind of kiss that is meant for the bedroom but also the kind of kiss you want to show off to someone. You can’t be here anymore.

“I gotta go. I’ll talk to you later.”

You get up and toss some bills onto the table for your drink and leave in the opposite direction of Bucky and his new toy.

Bucky pulls away from the girl and looks over to where you and Mia are. When he doesn’t see you, he looks around for you only to see your retreating figure. He feels like shit for doing that. He absentmindedly rubs the knuckles that hold small scars from when he beat Jackson up for what he did to you.

You take the entire day to walk around town and be by yourself, so when you get home it’s already dark. Bucky is in the kitchen cooking something when you put your keys in the bowl by the front door. You round the corner and see him cooking something with only a towel wrapped around his waist as if he just got out of the shower. However, there isn’t any water on his body.

“Grab it while it’s hot,” he says.

“Really? You’re cooking in a towel? You couldn’t have gotten dressed first?”

He opens his mouth to reply but someone speaks from his bedroom that interrupts him.

“Bucky, where are you? I’m getting lonely.”

Bucky doesn’t feel guilty that he has a girl over. He feels guilty that you caught him. He sees the heartbroken look in your eyes that makes him want to shoot himself.

“Thanks for the offer but I’m not hungry. I’m sleeping over at Mia’s tonight.”

He lets you walk away.

The weekend comes quicker than you’d like. Without a car, you’re stuck in the apartment, and you’re not about to ask Bucky for a ride on his motorcycle. You’re stuck in your room on your phone when you get a message from Mia.

Hey, I know you didn’t ask for this but I hooked you up with someone Ty knows. He’s super nice!

like a blind date?

Yeah. I can tell him you’re not interested. I figured this is your chance to get over my brother.

yeah, i can try. where is the date?

At the new bar that just opened next to the cafe. His name is Travis. I told him 7 tonight.

okay. thank you. i’ll let you know how it goes.

Seven is three hours away, so you better get ready now. After taking a shower, you look in your closet for something to wear and come across the dress you wore for your date with Jackson. You haven’t worn it since because of the memories attached to it. Not memories of Jackson, memories of Bucky. Next to that dress is Bucky’s leather jacket he told you to keep. Like the dress, you haven’t worn it since and you’re sure as hell not going to wear it now.

There is a floral print dress that goes down to your ankles. It’s off the shoulders with long sleeves down to your wrists that bunches so the sleeves look flowy instead of compressed. The entire dress is flowy and light, perfect for a blind date. The match, you have chunky white wedges that give you a few extra inches. You keep your makeup light, hair down in soft waves, and jewelry that compliments the dress.

You leave your room and look at Bucky’s closed door. He’s been spending a lot of time in his room this past week with girls he picks up from anywhere. The only reason you’re telling him where you’re going is because you live with him. If you don’t, he’ll send an army to go look for you. There are noises and giggling coming from inside the room but when you knock, they cease.

One minute later, the door opens a crack and Bucky stands there with messy hair and sweats on.

“I’m going out. Don’t wait up for me.”

Bucky takes a moment to look at the outfit you’ve chosen and his demeanour changes immediately.

“Where are you going?”

“I have a date.”

“You don’t have a car.”

“I’ll Uber. Have fun with your girlfriend.”

You leave before he has a chance to say anything else. It takes the Uber ten minutes to get to you and another thirty minutes to get to the restaurant. Mia sent you a picture of what the man looks like but it was grainy and unclear. You step out with your phone in hand while looking around for Travis.

“Y/N?”

You turn to see an attractive man wearing a nice suit. You look at the picture once more to confirm it’s Travis, which it is.

“You must be Travis,” you chuckle nervously.

“Yeah. Wow, Mia sent me your picture but nothing compares to real life. You’re beautiful.”

“Thank you,” you blush.

“I made us a reservation. Shall we go inside?”

“After you.”

You two walk inside, get your table, order, and start chatting about your lives. Travis is a bit boring when it comes to having adventures. Unlike you. You can write a book about the adventures you’ve been on because you have Bucky as a roommate. When he’s not fucking some random girl, he’s actually pretty cool to hang out with. You two have been everywhere in town doing all sorts of things.

“So, what do you do for work?” Travis asks and sips his drink.

“Uh, I am an IT specialist who works from home. I get calls daily on how to fix computers and other tech-related stuff. It pays well and I get to stay home, so that’s a bonus.”

“That’s awesome. I’m terrible when it comes to computers.”

“What do you do?”

“I am a financial manager. Like you, it pays well but I’m stuck in meetings and in the office all the time.”

“Have you always wanted to work in the financial world?”

The waitress comes by with your food and sets the plates in front of you and Travis. You think she’s going to walk away and you can continue your conversation with Travis, but that’s not what happens.

“Am I supposed to be impressed with this?” he asks angrily.

“Excuse me?” the waitress stutters.

“I don’t even have to touch this to know it’s cold. Do I have to go back there and tell you how to do your damn job?”

Your mouth opens in embarrassment and shock.

“I’m sorry, sir. I’ll take this back right now and have it fixed.”

The waitress grabs the plate without looking at you and leaves immediately. Poor thing looks like she is going to cry. Travis shakes his head and turns back to you as if this never happened.

“So, anyway, I went to business school and all that, but it’s nice to get out of the office every once in a while, you know?”

You have no idea what to say. Mistreating waitstaff is an immediate turn off. Everything attractive about this man suddenly turns sour. You��re lucky you saw this early on instead of at the end of the date.

“I’m sorry, I have to use the ladies room. I’ll be right back.”

“Oh, sure.”

You take everything you own with you because you’re not coming back to this table. You make it seem like you’re going to the bathroom in case he’s watching but once your table is out of sight, you find the first waitress you see which so happens to be yours.

“Hey, I am so sorry about the way he spoke to you like that. I don’t even know him. My best friend set me up. Listen, I gotta get out of here but the table we’re at is by the door. Is there a back entrance I can use?”

“Yeah, I got you. He gave me the ick as soon as I saw him,” she shutters. “Follow me.” She takes you through the kitchen and the back door that they use when they go on breaks. “Good luck.”

“Oh, and don’t be afraid to spit in his food.”

“Trust me, the cook’s all over it.”

You walk through the small alley next to the bar to the main street. You take out your phone to call an Uber, but luck has it so that you don’t have any service. You try moving the phone around, even walking down to the street light, but nothing comes up.

“Damn it,” you mutter.

You can’t call Mia. You can’t use your car because she has it. The only person you know is Bucky. Should you call him? He’s probably frolicking with that woman still. Even if you were to call him, he’d probably hate you for ruining his date. The only other option is to walk home even though it took thirty minutes to get here by car.

The road stretches through the mountain briefly which you don’t want to walk through but what else are you gonna do? If you can’t get service in a busy restaurant area, there is no way you’re gonna get service in the mountains. The walk gives you time to think about your life. You have a good job that pays well but you can’t keep living with Bucky if it means seeing him with all these women. You have a major thing for him and it kills you to know you’re not the one he’s going home with.

Ten minutes go by until you hear the unmistakable sound of a motorcycle. It races past you without a second thought, screeches to a stop, turns around, and slowly creeps up behind you. You don’t have to see who it is to know who it is. Bucky pulls up next to you and walks the bike to keep up with your pace.

“Get on the bike.”

“No, I’ll walk. Thanks.”

“Don’t be difficult, Y/N. Get on the bike.”

“How the hell did you even find me?”

“I asked Mia. She told me the guy you were on a date with. I looked him up, and he posted to his Facebook about how his date ditched him, and all women are beneath him. He’s a fucking loser. I mean, he still uses Facebook,” he chuckles. “I figured you were out here somewhere.”

“Stop stalking me,” you roll your eyes. “I’ll meet you at home.”

“Get on the damn bike.”

“No!” Bucky revs his engine and surges forward, parking right in front of you to prevent you from going further. You try to go around him but he moves his bike in your path. “Why the hell do you care about me? You’ve proven I mean nothing to you.”

“What the hell are you talking about?” he asks and gets off his bike.

“You fucking know what I’m talking about. If you don’t, then you’re not worth my time.” You try pushing past him to continue your walk but he grabs your arm to prevent you from doing so. You quickly turn and slap his face. The shock is enough for him to let go of you. “Don’t fucking touch me. The last time you touched me, you left and never spoke of it again. Just go, please. You have a girl waiting for you at home. Just go to her.”

“I can’t!”

“Why not?!”

“Because she’s not you!” he yells loudly.

“Do better,” you scoff.

“Fuck,” he mumbles to himself. “I love you!” You pause to take in the information. “I can’t get you out of my fucking head. I’ve been trying all month to get you out of my head. None of the girls I’ve brought home have ever stuck because they’re not you. Being with you that one night has been better than anything I’ve done all fucking month.”

“Then why did you let me walk away?” you ask in a heartbreaking tone.

“Because I’m an idiot. Because you’re the realest thing I’ve ever had, and I didn’t want to fuck it up.”

Silence befalls the two of you, and you look around the desolate road.

“So, what are you gonna do about it?”

More silence. Bucky takes three big steps to get to you, grabs your waist with one hand, slides his other into your hair, and kisses you like he was supposed to a month ago. His lips fit so perfectly against your own like they belong there. You’ve pictured this moment in so many different ways, but this is not on your list.

“Are we really doing this?” you ask when he pulls away.

“Do you want to?” You nod with a smile. “You’re my girl now.”

“No more other women.”

“I’ve got the one I want.”

He leans down and kisses you again, this time, making your head soar to new places.

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toorumlk · 4 months ago

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Hey! Do you think there’s any chance they might not make Romione canon in the upcoming HBO series because of the popularity of other pairings and JKR’s somewhat recent statements concerning the ship?

fair warning this is gonna be a long post!

you know anon, i’m not gonna deny that the possibility of romione not being canon in the hbo series doesn’t keep me up at night HOWEVER COMMA-

I believe romione will be safe because i’m placing a lot, if not all, of my faith in the upcoming hbo series being repeatedly described as a "faithful" adaptation of the 7 novels. which we can deduce to mean romione friends to lovers slow burn endgame and all that good stuff (maybe i'll talk about the potential of book romione and the serial tv medium some other time)

and sure, it can all be marketing/pandering/etc. but i find it so hard to feel cynical about hbo because i love LOVE their shows and i'm of the belief that they know how to tell a good ass story (and romione happens to be a good ass romance subplot). i also have such positive feelings about the showrunner Frances Gardiner (consulting prod on succession and also has killing eve under her belt) who JKR chose herself and one of the exec producers of the show who's set to direct of a bunch of episodes Mark Mylod (succession, the menu, tlou, got)!!!! and if you know me at all you'll know that succession is one of the main pillars of my personality and i fucking love that show so bad I would follow anyone who was part of the making of that show off a cliff if they asked me to. and Mark Mylod is a fantastic fucking episodic director who's directed and produced some of the best episodes of television ever, so i know he knows how to tell a good story. and though i'm a lot less familiar with Gardiners' work, she is a female creative who has some of my personal favourite episodes listed in her imdb (chiantishire, living+, tailgate party) who's pitch of the show made joanne give her the job so.... and y'all know im a canon bootlicker and love the books so all i'll say is.. real recognizes real.

so knowing the creative team behind hp series had a direct hand in making my favourite show of all time gets me so excited and giddy!!!!

but here's where my personal theories and speculations start: I really think with this hbo series, JKR is on a mission is create something wholly and newly hers. she was barely involved creatively in the production of the movies until DH pt. 1 and 2 and the movies have almost become an entity of its own that's drifted so far away from her. of course i realize me even just talking sympathetically about JKR is deeply touchy and might piss some people off but as a fellow creative, i feel for her man!! when i think of the best books in the series in my opinion that are filled with the best bits of world building and political commentary, what i find is that GoF was handed to a director who didn't even read the book, OotP was the shortest movie in the franchise despite being the longest book and how it entirely missed the Quibbler plot and all of harry's rage, or HBP that was filled to the brim with *chefs kiss* tom/voldemort lore which was done a complete disservice in the grey and brown sludgy mess that is the HBP movie.

and knowing that JKR now has a strained relationship or had a falling out with most of the top dogs involved in the films like Kloves and Yates (hallelujah what who said that) and Emma Watson and Daniel Radcliffe means this show has the chance to be a behemoth that’s entirely joanne’s, like the books are. it’ll be free of Kloves' Hermione and harmony (harry x hermione) favouritism or Watson's take on Hermione's character that makes my ass itch or Yate’s complete inability to direct his actors and make non-action scenes have heart, soul and heft. but i also can’t not address the elephant in the room: this section of the discussion is filled with every shade of grey possible because what led to the falling outs was that they all vehemently disagreed with JKR's anti-trans views and good on them they absolutely should! but like.............. i hated kloves' writing and his butchering of ron's character, i think yates is a static and boring director and im not a fan of emma's acting so like... a win is a win? NO IT'S NOT. but IT IS. BUT IT'S SO NOT. but do you see what i'm getting at???

the point i'm trying to make is that joanne is not the same person she was when she was first writing the books or when the movies were being made. I think she's a lot more ruthless and cutthroat now and while i disagree with her methods and condemn her transphobia.... i think this newfound hardness to her will lend itself to making the hbo series the best HP adaptation it can be, I'M SORRY it's absolutely fucked and i acknowledge and abhor her gender critical politics as a queer woman but im also an artist who just wants good, high quality stories to be told 😔😩

and as for the other popular ships and JKR's somewhat recent comments about romione:

I think its safe to say that joanne dgaf about this fandom and what's popular in it anymore LMFAOOOO 😭😭😭 i genuinely respect that she's always stood ten toes down about how draco's not some antihero, bad boy love interest and at best is a cautionary tale on prejudiced bullies, so I don't think that's changing anytime soon. especially considering that the dramione cottage industry that its fans have made is more or less a reactionary "fuck you" to joanne and canon which they do by writing fanfic about crimes against women and making merch and binding physical copies of said fanfics (really showing it to the big baddie transphobic DV survivor by *checks notes* auctioning hermione off as a sex slave) so I doubt she'd ever consider other ship's popularity seriously. as for the possibility of harry and hermione becoming endgame um..... if the show plans to faithfully adapt the books then we'd get harry and hermione’s quintessential sibling dynamic plus we’re already free from Kloves (also i have faith in francesca and mark knowing that harmony are just plain BORING) so i think the chances, again, are low. and if joanne really wants to stick it to her old colleagues, she can go down the route of pushing romione that much harder (and she really wouldn’t have to do much, it’s all in the books already) 😭

as for the comments on romione that she’s made in recent years, i think a lot of it’s been blown out of proportion or have gone through a terrible game of telephone. what she said (paraphrasing here) about ‘wishing she’d handled ron/hermione differently because a lot of what went into them was a wish fulfillment fantasy’ has turned into ‘jk rowling regrets making romione endgame???!!’ which is just *takes a drag from a cigarette* just another tuesday around here. i also would link to two meta posts by @saintsenara on the topic of endgame romione which i wholeheartedly agree with it

all i have to say is that going into making this show i hope joanne remembers that she based ron’s character off of a person in her life she liked when she was younger and who is still a good friend of hers now 😭😔

you guys probably know i’m in animation school which is basically film school in a different font. so i’m quite literally training to one day work in the story department on projects and work alongside writers, directors and producers, so this stuff means a lot to me! she and the creative team behind this upcoming show have the chance to make something really special and i’m finding it hard not to root for them!!!!!

#jesus christ i need to learn how to shut up #romione #harry potter #harry potter tv series #harry potter tv show #hp tv #anti dramione #anti harmione #anti harmony #oops! i think i’ve made my stance on non romione ships pretty clear so this shouldn’t come as a shock #jk rowling #hp meta #harry potter meta #toorumlk #nusreplies

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mochiswifey · 11 months ago

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ANGEL

BONTEN KANJI MOCHIZUKI

~MATURE THEMES~ Next

*Arrange Marriage, Sexual Themes (Blowjob), Age gap*

Forced to marry an older man, Louie tries to navigate the hell she’s suddenly pulled into.

Her eyes flicker.

“Finally she’s fucking awake.” Someone with an androgynous voice said.

She tries to wipe her eyes and to her surprise her hands were tied to a chair.

Panic attacks her

She tried to think whether she took too much sedative and she’s lucid dreaming.

“She’s awake.” The voice repeated after she heard a metal door open.

She tried to compose herself to no avail. The surrounding is dark and cold. The floor is dirty. Tainted with dry blood. And-

Her thoughts were interrupted when a shadow fell over the little light from the lamp shade hung above.

“Your Dad. He operates boats.”

Husky voice accompanied by a strong smell of cigar.

“I- I don’t- What?! My dad doesn’t-“

“Your real Dad.”

Then, it dawned on her.

She was taken because of her real father. The father who she last saw 7 years ago.

The father who ran away and left her.

The father who was never really a father to her.

“What is this? Did he pissed some Yakuza? I am nowhere pretty to be sold-“

“Bruh, no one would fucking buy you-“

“Shut up addict.”

“Shut up lung cancer”

Louie sighed before closing her eyes.

“I haven’t seen him for 7 years. I don’t know where he is or how he is. You could kill him for all I care.”

“Your father didn’t pissed us. It’s just. We have a tradition to follow.”

“This isn’t the 20s.”

“Don’t you think that this isn’t the best time to joke around?” The androgynous voice turned out to be coming from a man with a pink hair and diamond scars on either side of his mouth.

He steps in front of Louie and squats down. He has a deranged face. A manic expression.

But Louie recognize the loneliness and emptiness in his eyes.

It’s the same for every rich person she has ever seen in Tokyo.

It didn’t matter how much wealth they’ve accumulated throughout the years.

It’s never enough and will never be.

“My whole life is a joke so shut up.” The scarred man laughed before standing up and going away from her view.

“This tradition, is this some fucking sacrificial bullshit?”

“No. It’s you marrying one of our executive.”

Louie chuckled before going silent.

“This isn’t a Wattpad dark mafia bullshit.” She says with an excellent American accent surprising the two men.

They knew she was a bastard born to a cabaret hostess mother. They assumed she was uneducated and-

“Was that English?”

“In what world wasn’t that English?” She mocks the men.

“You seem comfortable in this kind of situation.”

“I am nowhere comfortable in this situation.”

Louie sighed. She’s captured and she has no way of escaping. It’s cooperating that would get her a pass to live another day.

“Why do I need to marry?”

“The boats your father have. We want them to carry our shipment.”

“Then sign an agreement! Why the hell would I be pawn to your games?”

“Agreements are easily broken. With marriage your family will be bonded to our organization.” Louie shakes her head and almost laughs.

“I’m a bastard. What made you think that my father won’t betray your organization?” The men had the same thing in their mind.

But she is the best they could get.

Louie’s father won’t marry his legitimate daughter to them.

“You still carry your father’s last name. And once you bore a son, when your father betrays us every single workers of your father will never trust him again.”

A son?

There was no way of winning through brute. So, even though she was infuriated she remained calm and listened.

“Who am I gonna marry?”

“Mochi.”

Who in the world is that with a punk ass name?

Kanji removes his tie as he burst inside the hotel room.

Misaki had a smile on her face but it quickly dissipated as she realize Kanji is in a bad mood.

“What happened?” She quickly follows him to the balcony.

The cold wind chilled her body but she knew better than to ignore the man who’s supporting her lavish lifestyle.

Kanji gripped on the railing. His face full of fury. Eyebrows arched and teeth gritted.

“Tell me what happened.” Misaki soothes Kanji’s gigantic arm. She tries to comfort him because that’s her duty.

“I was going to marry you.”

Her smile faded from utter shock. Not once did she ever think of him having the want to do what he just said.

Kanji and Misaki’s relationship- it wasn’t something they hid. All of the executives in Bonten knew that Misaki is Kanji’s woman.

They met in a club and from that day Kanji desired Misaki.

He showered her with everything she didn’t need. Kanji would never admit it to anyone but she’s the closest thing to love he has ever gotten.

On the other hand, Misaki saw him as jackpot. He was addicted to her even though her heart belongs to someone else.

But it’s fine. Because with him she could get a comfortable life.

“Y-you wanted to marry me?” She asked him but Kanji didn’t reply.

He wanted to marry her. He was planning on proposing to her on Christmas Day.

But now it’s all ruined.

“I-l I’ll say yes if you still want to…”

Kanji’s rage disappears for a moment. He wanted to smile and be happy for once but his world would never allow such thing.

“Well I can’t now.”

His rage returns.

It’s one thing to be ordered to kill but it’s another to be ordered to marry.

Misaki knew she didn't love Kanji. And she also knows that she will never fall in love with him. It's just impossible.

But she couldn't help but feel disappointed after his words.

Yes, she will never love him. But she knows him. And she knows he'll never leave her. He'll never disregard her for any other woman.

"W-why?"

"Because I'm ordered to marry a fucking bastard." Kanji spat out with fury.

"I-"

"Don't ask me any more fucking questions!" Kanji snaps startling Misaki. He leaves her in the balcony to get his favorite whiskey.

Kanji's rage sometimes scares Misaki. But every man in the crime world has their own temper.

Misaki closed her eyes and sighed. She then followed Kanji to the bedroom.

Kanji was slouched on a chair with whiskey in his hand. His face was full of rage and Misaki knew what Kanji would like for the night.

"You don't need to marry me. I'll be with you either way. Married or not." She says and Kanji chuckles.

She kneeled down between his legs and started to unbuckle his belt. Kanji placed his liquor down and watched as Misaki took out his cock.

He didn't say anything and simply watched as she licked the side of his shaft. She then slowly nibble on his tip before taking half of his enormous length.

Kanji sighed in pleasure as he felt her wet warm mouth. She twirls her tongue around as she bobs her head up and down making erotic wet noise as she goes.

One of the reasons Kanji likes Misaki is the fact that she's an elegant woman who gives a blowjob like a whore.

Misaki pushed her head down as far as she could before pulling away and spitting on his cock before licking one of his balls.

"Just like that... fuck..." Kanji says head thrown back.

She begins sucking on his balls as she strokes him fast. Misaki took her time licking him before returning on sucking his tip.

She felt his cock getting harder and the salty taste of his precum cued her that he was getting close.

Kanji surprised her when he stood up and slammed his cock far back in her throat. He begin to fuck her mouth fast.

His whore struggle to breathe but he didn't care. He needed to release the frustration he had.

Just when Misaki was beginning to lose breathe he slammed his cock farther than he has ever done and came inside her mouth making her gag.

"Don't spit." He order and with a teary and ruined mascara his whore obeyed and swallowed every last drop of his cum.

"You always looked pretty right after I fucked your mouth."

Satisfied, Kanji went to take a bath.

Mikey ordered him to marry the bastard.

And the king's words must be obeyed no matter what.

So, as much as he hates it. He'll meet his future wife at exactly 7:40 pm at the Hilton Hotel.

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callsigndragon · 2 years ago

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Seeing Red | Ch. 5: Used to it ✍️

Pairing: Jake "Hangman" Seresin x ex-wife!Reader (Call sign: Red Queen)

Word count: 2.4k

Warnings: sassy red, jake being an ass, more mav and jake being father and son, mentions of dead, some ex-wife/ex-husband unresolved tension, and... Liam's reveal.

A/N: I literally wrote this in 4 hours i was REAALLY obsessed with this idea and here it is. Comments are welcomed and THERE'S AN AUTHOR NOTE AT THE END THAT EXPLAINS A BIT SOME PARTS OF THIS BUT IT'S IN THE END TO AVOID SPOILERS.

(Whoever wants to be tagged, comment down below!)

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When you walk out of the base towards the tarmac, you see Jake talking with someone. He seems older. Both of them turn toward you, Jake attempting to flee as soon as he recognizes your presence, but the other one stops him, both of them approaching you. Once they’re close, you remember who the other man is.

"Captain Mitchell?" you ponder, covering your eyes with your hand because the sun is shining brighter than usual.

“Red Queen! It’s been a while. Last time we worked together, you weren’t even married.” He says, Jake groaning beside him.

“If you told me that I would get married and divorced in the span of three years, I would have said that was bullshit.”

“How many times are you gonna mention it?” Jake protests, taking off his glasses.

“The same amount of times I tried to call you and text you after you left the fucking divorce papers on the kitchen counter.” You challenge him, waiting for his reaction.

“I guess they were a lot.” Maverick adds, making Jake cover his face in disbelief. “Anyway, Cyclone told me that you were doing a dogfighting exercise, so I thought I could join."

“Mav, did he give you the green light, or are you trying to make me break some rules on my first day?”

“Well, maybe he didn’t agree 100%. But I want to help you!”

You’re about to protest when you feel your phone ring in your pocket. “I’m gonna take this call and go ask Cyclone. Wait for me to come back, and I’ll let you know if you can fly or not, Mav.”

You turn around and get inside the building, answering the call. You don’t even need to check the screen to know who it is.

“Hey pretty boy.”

“So… you fucked up real good, buddy.”

“Oh yeah? I didn’t notice.” He is tempted to walk away, but then he hears Red talking.

"Hey pretty boy"

"Pretty boy?" Jake mumbles, crossing his arms over his chest.

"Looks like she has moved on." Mav whispers, patting Jake's back.

"No, Liam, we can't have a cat. We have a dog, and that's a lot of work already."

Red enters the building, and Jake stays there, completely astonished. "Who the fuck is Liam?"

"Your replacement?" He shrugs.

"Fuck off, Mav"

And just like he did hours ago, Mav smacks Jake's head again. "I'm not the bad guy here, son. And I don't know if you're allowed to be mad. You asked for a divorce."

"You know why I did it."

Mav sighs, taking off his glasses. "Yeah, I know. And I told you there may have been other ways to solve the problem."

"I couldn't find any other one. Look, I can tolerate being around her at work. But she's gonna be friends with all the team because that's how she is, just the purest human being to ever walk on earth. I'm telling you now, if I have to see her walk in the Hard Deck hand in hand with an asshole that doesn’t deserve her, I'm asking for a relocation."

"And you think you deserve her? Jake, I know better than anyone how you feel. I let Penny slip away from me many times, and I came back many more. I just—" he looks around, as if trying to find the right words. "I just want you to remember that you vowed to be together for better and for worse. And when the worst came, you didn't tell her and made a decision by yourself."

"You think I don't know that?" He takes out his phone, showing the lock screen to Mav. "I never changed it. I couldn’t. It's a reminder of what I had and what I lost. A fleeting glimpse of the only happiness I've ever known, and an endless torment of what I lost."

Mav scoffs. "You sound like that guy from Pride and Privilege."

"...you mean Pride and Prejudice?"

"THAT ONE!"

"Really, Mav? One of the greatest books to ever be written, and you don't even know the title?"

"Have you even read it?" The older man mocks.

"Yes, I did."

"Bullshit."

"It's true, I bought it for him," Red says, walking past them. "Get in your plane, pops. We're going for a ride."

Jake watches Red jogging towards her plane, new letters added to the side, her name and call sign. And his last name. Seresin, in big black letters.

“Why did she keep my name?” Jake ponders.

“What?”

“Look." He points at Red's aircraft. "Seresin. Why is she using it?”

“I don’t think I have a good answer for that, son. Come on, I have to fly.”

It's all good until Jake's turn comes. All of them are amazing pilots, of course, they're the best of the best. You didn't expect anything different. Rooster is the fastest to take you out. Mav explains to you how, until a few years ago, he was afraid of his own potential. You can hear how proud Mav is now, as if Rooster were his own son. In a way, you know he is.

"Hey, Red. Can I ask you a question?" Bob mutters through the comms.

"You just did, Bob." You laugh. "Of course you can."

"Why Red Queen as a call sign? You don't seem like the kind of girl that chops off heads."

You laugh again, turning to be closer to Phoenix's plane. You wave at Bob and he waves back with a chuckle. "It has some resemblance to the Red Queen, but not entirely. Have you heard of the Red Queen hypothesis?"

"Not really."

"According to the Red Queen hypothesis, a species needs to evolve and adapt in order to survive because its competitors are doing the same."

"Did you evolve and adapt?"

"Yep. Being an aviator wasn't in my plans." You confess, remembering the old times.

"And what were your plans?"

"She wanted to be a lawyer."

"I don't think they were asking you, Seresin." You retort, moving your plane to an inverted position, and flying above Jake's plane. "If I want you to talk, I'll let you know."

"I think you're abusing your power, Commander," he mutters, looking straight into your eyes.

"I'm just giving you as many chances to talk as you gave me, Lieutenant."

You move your plane away, the radio has become silent. "But yeah, I wanted to be a lawyer."

"What changed?"

"My dad died in Iraq when I was a teenager. His plane crashed. He wanted to defend his country so much that he died doing it. And I took his place."

"Adapt in order to survive." Bob mutters.

"That's it."

“It says a lot about you, Red. Your father will be proud.” Mav comments, moving to your right. “Anyway, are we gonna play or what?”

“Yeah, we’re in the right place already. Okay, Phoenix, Jake, you have thirty seconds to fly away from us. After that, fight’s on.”

“Aye aye, Red”

“Yes, Commander.”

A tiny part of you almost feels bad that Jake has to address you by rank.

Almost.

You wait thirty seconds. Mav immediately goes after Phoenix, and you know he’s giving you the chance to see how Jake reacts. Instead of going after Mav to ‘free’ Phoenix, he leaves his wingman alone. What the fuck does he think he’s doing?

“Phoenix, Mav, stop right now.”

You see both aircrafts slowing down. “Did something happen, Red?” Phoenix asks, flying back to you.

“Lieutenant Seresin, I want you to fly back to the base right this instant and wait on the tarmac until I finish all the exercises of the day.”

“Can I ask why, Commander?”

“You’re not leaving your wingman alone, not under my command. If I have to be paired with you on a mission because Cyclone ordered me to carry your ass everywhere I go, you’re not gonna fucking leave me alone so you can make some maneuvers and take the glory.”

“Red, I work better like that.”

“First of all, it’s Commander for you. Second, you’re gonna work as I say, cause I’m in charge here, not you. Not anymore. Is that clear?”

“Yes, ma’am.”

You whisper. “I should be used to it by now.”

“Used to what?” he asks.

“To you, leaving people behind. Everyone back to the base. We’re done for the day.”

It takes all your power not to cry. The idea of being on a mission and having Jake leave you behind, just because he has the biggest ego ever known in human history, makes you shiver. Being abandoned is a feeling you don’t want to experience again.

You spend the rest of the day in your office, working on the report Cyclone asked you to write. You don’t want to be that type of ex, but you have to write a bad review of Jake’s work. He only needed ten seconds to abandon his wingman. How has he been working here for so long? It’s a complete mystery to you.

You’re printing it up when you hear a soft knock on your door. “Come in.”

“Commander”

You should look up from your work the next time someone knocks on the door. “Do you need something, Seresin?”

“Actually, yes. I have questions.” He says, while closing the door. He takes a seat in one of the chairs in front of your desk.

“And what makes you think you have the right to ask anything?” You question, collecting all the sheets of paper from the printer.

“Why are you still using my name?”

“It became mine too when you married me. Just never thought about changing it.”

“That’s not it, Red. We both know it”

“Whatever my reasons are, I don’t have to explain them to you.” You argue, getting up from your chair and collecting your things before exiting the office. Jake follows you, seems like he doesn’t want to end the conversation there.

“I think I deserve an explanation. It’s my name, after all.”

You stop in your tracks, turning around so fast that your body collides against Jake’s. You look up, all the hurt, pain, and fury accumulated over the last three years lighting a fire in your soul that must be visible to him, because he moves a step back. “Jake, it’s just a name; don’t be such a dick about it. It’s not because I still love you or whatever stupid idea you have running around in your head. It was a lot of paperwork that I didn't want to deal with. Happy? Now wait here, or do you want to enter Cyclone’s office? I heard it’s like your second home”

You enter Cyclone's office. He told you before that he had to leave to attend to some important matters, but you could leave the report on his desk without problem. You take a moment to breathe deeply, your hands shaking with the many unsaid words that you have kept in your chest for far too long. But you know you can’t tell him what you want to. Not now.

When you walk out of the room, he’s still there. “You’re really annoying, you know?”

“I want my answer.” He insists.

“Why do you care so much, Jake? You left me, you literally abandoned me and never looked back, and now you are demanding that I answer your questions? Fuck off.”

You hurry out of the building, looking for your car keys in your bag, when you see a familiar blue car parked in front of you, a woman in her sixties helping a small kid get out of the backseat.

No. No. No.

“What are they doing here?” you whisper under your breath.

“Red, wai- Charlotte?” Jake recognizes your mom in an instant. The woman in question turns around and waves at Jake with a gleeful smile.

This has to be a fucking nightmare. You stay there, completely frozen, knowing that there’s no way in hell you’re getting out of this. You see your kid walking towards you, making grabby hands and giggling. You haven't seen him in two days, having to leave him with your mother to prepare everything in this new base, this new home... You couldn’t bring him yet.

“Liam wait!” Your mom yells, but he doesn’t stop. He has seen someone he knows very well, but has never met in real life. Someone he has seen a lot of photos of. The man that appears in the photo frame placed on his bedside table. It’s a photo of your wedding.

“Dada?”

“What did he say?” Jake whispers, standing at your side as frozen as you are.

“He called you dada.” You declare, already giving in. If this is happening, you're gonna do it right.

Liam stands in front of him, tears in his eyes, as he watches Jake. “Dada is you?”

“I—I don’t know.” He turns at you, fear in his eyes. Oh Lord, what have you done? “Am I his dada?”

You kneel down, taking Jake’s hand and dragging him down with you, both now at the same height as the little kid, who looks at you with a confused expression and wet cheeks. “You want to know why I never got rid of your last name? Well, Jake. Let me introduce you to Liam Alexander Seresin.”

“Oh my god, y-you were pregnant; that’s why you-” He starts to hyperventilate. “Y-you signed the papers to protect him?”

You can’t believe this is happening. This isn’t how you planned to tell him. “Jake, calm down. I didn’t know I was pregnant, I swear, but I need you to calm down.” You don’t want him to have one of his panic attacks in front of Liam, it would scare him.

"Dada, don’t cry.” Liam pouts, his chubby hands rising to touch his father’s cheeks.

“C-can I hug you, buddy?”

Liam throws himself in Jake’s body, the pilot starts crying when he realizes what he had done. He didn’t just leave his wife.

He left his wife and his unborn child. She had to raise him all alone.

“I’m sorry,” he repeats over and over again, his head buried in his son’s hair. Liam smells like her; he’s a miniature version of her with his eyes and nose. It’s everything he once hoped to have.

And he had missed his first steps, his first words, and his first laugh.

Just because he thought that by divorcing her, he could save her.

How wrong he was.

A/N: THERE HE ISSSSSSS. Yes you guessed it, Liam is Jake and Red's son. And here is the explanation you need.

Jake asked for a divorce three years ago. Like actually, is going to be almost three years in a few days (fic time). Liam is a Valentine baby. Jake asked for a divorce on May, Red didn't know she was pregnant until a few days later, when she started to feel sick. She signed the paper's almost immediately after Jake left them in their house, and gave them to her lawyer. They never saw each other again. The reasons why Red didn't tell Jake about the baby, are part of the fic so, I won't tell.

But as it has been hinted, Liam knows who his father is, Red has a picture of him placed in Liam's room, and she tells him about him whenever he wants to know about his dad. Red having Jake as her lockscreen pic? So Liam could see a pic of him every time he wanted.

Liam is now two years and a half. He has Jake's eyes and nose, but is as sassy as his mom.

More details about him will be revealed in next chapters. This is only the beginning of the journey the seresin family will be going through.

And that's all. Have a good night/day!

-Jinx.

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blond3ang3l · 8 months ago

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Shoko x reader

You weren’t sure how she hasn’t grown tired of it yet. Watching Satoru and Suguru laugh with each other and not even acknowledge her. If that was you then you would have been dropped they asses. How could she possibly deal with their treatment over her all the time? Being someone’s best friend and knowing you weren’t there’s. Excluding her out of things, making jokes she didn’t get cause it was between them. Making plans right in front of her face. How could they just disrespect and disregard her as if she wouldn’t do anything for them.

You could only watch on for so long before the aura started to become miserable. You moved from the cafe table you were sitting at and approached the group. You were happily greeted by Satoru who practically engulfed you into his arms until Suguru had to pull him away and questioned you.

“Hm? What are you doing here. Utahime said you were gone for the next three weeks.”

“I was visiting my family but got into an argument so I came home early. I dropped by here to eat before I headed back to my apartment.”

Gojo cut you off without a second thought.

“So you’re free then. You should come with me and Suguru, we’re gonna go to this new place that opened down the block after I pick up Megumi.”

You cocked your eyebrow at his statement. Has he completely forgotten that Shoko was literally right behind them? They just made plans in her face and instead of inviting her they invited you.

“Are you going sho?”

“Oh uh, nah i don’t want to intrude.”

This left a bad taste in your mouth. She needed to get a grip.

“I’m gonna actually have to catch up with you guys later, I gotta visit Nanamin. But Sho can i talk to you real quick?”

“Sure.”

You motioned your head for her to follow you and brought her outside of the cafe. Before she could even get out a cigarette you spoke up and turned her attention towards you.

“Why you be letting them treat you like that koko? You know damn well I don’t like seeing that so I know that you don’t like being treated like that.”

Shoko was quiet for a moment. Not even sparing you a glance as she thought.

“False hope I guess. Suguru isn’t that bad but Satoru..it’s like a here Sugurus around I don’t exist to him. But that’s kinda how I’ve always been. Like a ghost child. Just going through the day without people recognizing I’m there.”

“But why still put yourself through that. Hun, I hate to see you upset by those dumb ass niggas. It hurts me koko. I want you to be happy. Please. Let me make you happy…”

“Eh- what are you talking about?”

“Don’t be dumb you heard me.”

“You can’t just be saying shit like that, I almost took you seriously.”

She snorted before lighting her cigarette and taking a long drag out of it, blowing the smoke through her nose before her eyes flickered open and met yours. When she looked at your face she noticed there was no smile. No laugh at the end like people usually did when asking her out. Just a look of seriousness. You were dead serious about wanting her and she couldn’t fathom it.

“You’re not laughing? Why are you not laughing? You’re supposed to laugh at the end of the joke.”

“I wasn’t joking.”

“Stop. It’s not funny anymore. Quit dragging it out and just quit joking. I’m too tired for this.”

“I already told you koko. I’m not joking. I want you. I want you to be my girlfriend. I want to treat you the way you should have been a long time ago. I want you to know you’re not invisible.”

There was a mutual silence for a minute as you both evaluated your feelings, especially shoko though.

“So…you’re not joking? This isn’t a prank?”

“No baby, this isn’t a joke or a prank. I wanna be yours Sho.”

“Alright. Shit I didn’t expect this but I’m- I’m willing to get used to it.”

You couldn’t help but smile as you wrapped your arms around her waist.

“And I’m willing to be as patient as you need.”

“Fuck. I love you so much.”

“I love you too sho, baby.”

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cxhleel108 · 8 months ago

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LITG S8 Thots for this week: I love winning!

(Fusebox hasn’t proven me wrong often…damn near at all, but oh do I love when they do!)

• Ok but his body kinda tea I’ll give him that.

• Also do I spy a Libra tattoo??? LIBRA GANG STAND TF UP!!!♎️♎️♎️

• Luna really just want every man in here except her own like damn bitch just give Jin to me since you so open to change😭😭😭

• The spat being us disagreeing on one thing for maybe 30 seconds and then Oakley immediately apologizing to and worshipping me like ok girl, sure.

• Keep trying all y’all want I’m not turning on my man😑😑😑

• We not doing this again uh uh.

• But also…HOW DO WE GET OAKLEY IN THESE??? QUICKLY!

• The fact I was finna deny speaking to Hari and then he brings up that he has intel on my man ugh they know how weak I am help💔

• The intel in question being that he was gonna ask us to go exclusive. WOW! WHAT A SHOCKER!

• Theo what I have to say to you couldn’t take any more than 5 seconds. Stop wasting my time PLEASE!

• Oh yes I love when a man acts “playerfully”…

• It was so obvious that the letter was from our partner can we stop being fucking dumb?

• We didn’t emote enough after reading that letter. I needed my bitch to break out into tears while screaming or something!

• They are arguing over the letter omfggg the day that this villa knows peace, pigs will be flying.

• I busted out laughing at this cuz some of y’all were theorizing that Bea was his sister. Do you know how funny that would’ve been if she was😭

• Oh for christ’s sake can Luna shut the fuck UP? I’m so tired of her getting pressed at Jin being flirty with other bitches as if she don’t do the same exact shit. Ho mad cuz he says Bea might be hot but was just begging Hari to give her pussy a taper fade haircut, girl byeeeee!

• Theo finally manned up and admitted he wants me. Woohoo! Can we move on?

• Outfit time!

• Ngl I thought this was gonna look a whole lot more stupid but thankfully it doesn’t. Now as to why they made accompanying shoes that we couldn’t even put on is beyond me.

• Jin stfu😭😭😭

• IGNORE WHAT HARI AND I ARE DOING BAE IS BACK AAAAHHHHHH😝😝😝

• Yes use the good punani powers to distract him sis exactly!

• I’m seriously so glad I didn’t have to wait 20 episodes to see my bookie bear again like y’all don’t understandddd.

• He just got back and he already being messy helpskdmsmasnd.

• I know they ain’t actually shocked that I dropped the rope during tug of war…I already told y’all I am a one dick woman!

• Figures that Bea is the one that’s actually with my man, yet Luna is the one that’s making me wanna smack the shit outta her.

• Outfit time again!

• Say what you want but they are definitely killing the outfit game this season. Another bad bitch fit!

• The fact we can just tell Hari to shut the hell up so we can listen to the other date awww he really shoulda chose another girl to go after.

• Ok I fucks with you Bea! We love real bitches here💯💯💯

• And the fact Oakley recognizes that we would NEVER play those games oh when I tell you we fucking him real good tonight!

• God why am I so evil😭😭😭

• We actually get a private moment and they didn’t hoodwink us this time omg can we get fed like this more often?

• Oooooo wait clock his tea bae! Cuz that actually don’t make no fucking sense like how you out of practice for 2 years and suddenly you pulling out romantic ass stories just cuz you meet one bad bitch on Love Island?

• Oh lord someone duct tape Luna mouth shut before she start another yap fest.

• To clarify, when I say “you both” I’m referring to Oakley and his donk. Sorry Hari!

• Mind you the stuff that’s supposedly gonna change my mind about him is finna be some shit like “Instead of buying you a box of chocolates, he said he was gonna get you a giant teddy bear and a bouquet of roses and carnations.” Like can y’all cut this shit out it do not be gagging us anymore😕

• Because of course as soon as y’all bring me my baby daddy back you take him away again…

• Welp, loyal girlies I guess it’s time for us to suffer for another 2+ weeks!

#oh well a win is a win #my man is back #that’s all i care about #litg #love island the game #litg tempting fate #litg season 8 #litg s8

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slutouttanowhere · 7 months ago

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Pairing: Jeff Hardy x Leona French™️

Warnings: Randy being a dickhead, use of the insult “freak”

Word count: 5k

A/N: this will be the first installment of my nostalgia WWE fics, for me that would be early 2000s Ruthless Aggression Era. I’ve always been a fan of Jeff Hardy, and growing up I never knew how bad his “demons” were until recently. Don’t worry though these fics will have none of that, I think the man has experienced enough angst in real life I don’t plan on including any of it here. This fic references Beyoncé’s Freakum Dress, any and all lyrics used belongs to said artist. Leona French is my black!oc, her character bio is linked to my pinned post. Hope you all enjoy this silly goofy one shot, leave a like and reblog, follow me ✨

Monday Night Raw 2004

It wasn’t until we were walking through the arena doors that I had second thoughts about tonight. It’s not uncommon for my cousin to talk me into things. Probably why our parents didn’t want us hanging out a lot. “Lita, are you sure about this? I mean I’m not a wrestler, what if they throw food at me?” I turned to her, we walked side by side with our arms linked, but it was more so me holding onto her so I wouldn’t tremble out of my skin.

“Yes, trust me. All the WWE wants right now, are hot girls that can dance and put on a little show in between segments. And if someone throws something at you, it better be flowers or I’m gonna whoop their ass.” She reassured me for what felt like the fifth time in a row, the hallways were lined with WWE talent, some of them waving to Lita as we went. A few of the women’s eyes lingered on me, scrutiny settled deep in their gazes. I’m used to the heat of female competition, but this was something else.

My first Monday Night Raw as an “employee,” I usually only showed up as a fan in the crowd when Lita could get me tickets. I’m supposed to be practicing for my audition with the ballet company, yet here I am half naked about to show my ass for the world. I can only pray my parents aren’t watching. Soon we come to a stop near the end of a deserted hall, two guys who I recognize as Lita’s boyfriend Matt, and his older brother Jeff.

They were dressed similarly as usual, though Jeff’s clothes were more cut up than his younger brothers. His fishnet top was cut so the bottom of the shirt stopped just below his belly button, leaving his lower stomach, and v-line exposed. His arm sleeves coordinated with their all black theme, and were cut up as well. I always admired their edgy style, especially Lita. I knew she got a lot of heat for dressing the way she dressed, in combination with being a hardcore female wrestler.

“Matt, Jeff, you’ve met my cousin Leona before haven’t you?” Lita reintroduced me to her friends, for a moment I felt stupid, because why would they care to remember who I was just because Lita and I were related. I chewed my bottom lip nervously, catching Jeff’s attention.

He laughed sheepishly, “might have been concussed that night if I’m being honest.” He smiled playfully, he was a lot sweeter than what one might think, despite all his tattoos, and multi colored hair, from what I’ve observed. He’s diffident, and mostly to himself, not the misfit you’d think he was. The pictures in the magazines didn’t do him justice either, his eyes were greener in person, and has a much taller build.

“Me too.” I joked, Lita, and I all chuckled, though Jeff and Matt seemed confused by this. Now it was my turn to feel embarrassed.

I stumbled over my words at first. “I used to be a cheerleader all through high school, you’re not the only high flier around her bucko.” My lips curled into a tiny grin, Lita bumped my shoulder scoffing. Matt hummed in response, he folded his arms across his chest, and a tiny smile on his lips as he listened.

“Captain of the cheer squad, four time national champion.” Lita gloated, she looked at me proudly, hands in her hips, and chest puffed out.

“That right? So I guess that means I’ll be seeing you hit a Swanton Bomb tonight?” Matt suggested half heartedly, a humorous expression etched across his face.

“Four time national champion, we’ll be expecting you to jump off the titantron.” Jeff said quietly, one hand over his chin, his index finger pressed to his bottom lip, he grinned watching the look of horror on my face. I could never be half the daredevil he was, and there’s nothing in the world that would make me want to try.

He held my gaze, and I’ll admit I felt a little shy around him, it’s not like his poster isn’t on my dorm wall or anything. I for damn sure never expected to be talking to him this long. “Hell no, I’ll leave that to the stuntmen, besides this was just a one off.” I shrugged, I tried my best to be humble despite my talent. I loved being a performer, but I didn’t like the attention, such is the life of an artist.

“That right, Leo here actually has a brain unlike the two of you. She’s only here because she owes me a favor, and what’s a spring break without a little fun?” Lita smiled mischievously, Matt rolled his eyes at his girlfriend.

“Um I think you forgot to count yourself sweetheart, you’re pretty and…well that’s about it.” He chuckled, the two of them seemingly forgetting all about us, Lita’s hand shot out to swat Matt across the chest, but he dogged her, then ran off. Without a second thought Lita pursued him.

“Are they always like that?” I pivoted back to Jeff, who was shaking his head watching his brother act childishly.

Slowly his eyes lifted to meet mine, his head tilted to the side, “is the sky blue?” That sweet southern twang hitting a little heavier towards the end, and I swore I could drop to my knees right then. A giggle pressed past my lips, and his next words took me by surprise as he suddenly complimented me.

“Aw man, that laugh is so adorable.” Jeff’s eyes slid over my face taking in all my features, there’s not a magazine article in the world that could have prepared me for Jeff Hardyz charisma. The way he looked directly in my eyes, into my soul, as if he looked away he’d miss something spectacular. My shoulder leaned against the cool white brick wall as I stood next to him, he was slouching a little, but our height difference was still evident.

The corners of my lips tugged into a grin, “are you flirting with me?” I asked, perhaps a bit coy, this sudden confidence went against everything I previously knew myself to be. I typically avoided the male species at all cost, but he had such a warm, welcoming presence. His undivided attention made me feel like I could tell him anything, and that freaked me out a little.

“You won’t be here long, mine as well make it count this time.” He shrugged, he stood with his hands in his pockets, more talent would pass us. He barely looked their way.

“So you do remember me!” I shouted, I pushed myself off the wall unaware of just how close we were, and lightly slapped him on the chest.

His head fell backwards, “of course, even if I landed on my skull that night I wouldn’t have forgotten this face.” He chortled causing his whole face to light up, the butterflies in the pit of my stomach swarmed violently. After I took too long responding he spoke up again. “So why exactly are you dressed like you’re going out to a nightclub?”

“Do I not look good in this dress though?” I asked, letting out an airy laugh, and pulling my fur coat open to playfully show off my outfit. Jeff shamelessly checked me out, getting an eyeful of my cleavage, all the way down my curves to my legs, and my chunky heels.

His tongue flicked out to wet his lips, a hungry stare in his eyes, “I’m sure you look good in anything.”

He was saying all the right things, and looking at me in a way that was making my face heat up, my lips parted to speak, but I was cut off by Lita’s long arm hooking around the back of my neck. “They’re ready for you at guerilla, if you and Jeff are done eye fucking, I’ll walk you down.” My heart jumped at her accusation, the feeling of embarrassment settling onto my face.

“Oh that right, Lita is actually a rodeo clown between segments.” Jeff rolled his eyes, an unimpressed expression on his face, yet again taking the heat off me.

“Shut up Jeff.” she sneered at him, and took me by the hand dragging me away. I could still feel his eyes on me, peeking at him over my shoulder, and just as I thought he’s watching me be taken away. A tiny smile on his lips, he nods his head at me as a ‘see ya later,’ and I hoped it was a later.

Waiting at the curtain were my backup dancers, and Stephanie McMahon. I’ve met her a number of times, she’s always sweet, and comforting. Nothing like her tv persona. “Alright, it’s a packed house, and after that match with Rocky, and Austin they’re quite rowdy.” She explained, I tried to swallow my nerves, as someone who was typically a part of the crowds I knew first hand how nasty people could get.

“You’ve rehearsed a bunch of times, you’ve got this in the bag Leo, and then before you know it, it’ll all be over. Then you can go back to your prissy little dorm room.” Lita teased me, she pinched my cheek, but I cringed away from her.

“First of all, that prissy dorm houses your lousy ass more times than I can count. Secondly, don't ruin my makeup, okay?” I hated being talked to like I was a child, Lita and I were only two years apart. I know she’ll always see me as a baby because of the kind of life she lives constantly on the road.

“Yes! That is exactly the attitude you need tonight, now don’t waste it, save it for the audience.” Stephanie gripped my shoulder, and smiled at me encouragingly.

I turned to my other dancers, “y’all ready?” They seemed more excited than I was, so I tried to mirror their enthusiasm.

“Ladies and gentlemen, tonight we have something special for you.” Lilian Garcia addressed the crowd, they were buzzing, and when I turned to Lita, she gave me a thumbs up.

“A one night only attraction of. Leona French, performing her rendition of Freakum Dress!” The lights dimmed down, and as soon as the music started I was handed a mic right before I stepped out. “To be, or not to be.” I sang sultrily as I sauntered out, at first the crowd didn’t know what to make of seeing me. I could visibly see some men were quite annoyed, instead of focusing on the crowd I looked right into the camera in front of me. When we got closer to the ring I shed my fur coat, and suddenly the noise began to pick up. I couldn’t help the grin that slid onto my face, I twirled my hips, and popped my ass to the bass of the music. I’ve practiced the routine so many times I could do it in my sleep. “Oh put your freakum dress on, every woman got one.” My body moved fluidly through the steps, I let myself get lost in the music, and soon I felt like I was actually having fun.

Improvising a little, I climbed out of the ring, and danced over to the barricade where a young man around my age was gawking. I made my way back to the steel steps putting one foot up, and pooped my booty back. Considering they weren’t throwing food at me, I took that as a compliment, but by the end of the performance everyone was on their feet cheering, and wolf whistling. We bowed, blew a few kisses, but then made our way to the back.

Lita wasn’t there when I came back through the curtain, but I think she told me she might have had some segments tonight. I would probably run into her later, “that crowd was jumpin!” Maddison, one of the dancers laughed, she chugged some water.

“It sure was, you girls were great! Leona your energy was incomparable, and just so natural. Good job tonight.” Stephanie placed a gentle hand on my shoulder, her kind words making me proud of myself.

“Thanks boss lady, we’re gonna go shower and change.” I thanked her, shaking her hand, and we all made our way through the arena. I was so busy blabbing to the girls that I didn’t even notice Undertaker when I ran into him. My eyes widened, I’ve only ever seen him from a distance, which he was big then, but up close he’s huge. The girls and I collectively quieted down upon seeing him, “I’m so sorry…Mr. Taker.” I said like a doofus, his eyes shined humorously, but that’s all he offered us.

“Just Taker is fine, you’re Lita's cousin aren’t you? That was a hell of a performance y’all had.” And this is where I realized I might have a thing for gothic southern men. Or maybe I was just a sucker for the accent. I recall a number of stories about Taker being the best person to ask advice, literally everyone would ask him his opinion.

“Wow, thanks, I’m a huge fan by the way, um any pointers?” Why not ask the most successful man in the entertainment business his thoughts on my performance. The girls looked at me like I had three heads, it’s what I expected none of them watched wrestling.

“We’re gonna go shower, we’ll catch up later.” Lisa patted me on the shoulder, I nodded, and let them excuse themselves. If anyone was ‘prissy’ as Lita put it, it’s definitely them. Never struggled a day in their lives, spoon fed country club for their entire lives. Only sports they knew were golf, and all American football. That was an excitable level of violence for them, however, I usually craved something a little more aggressive.

He pondered for a moment, “well…it looked like you were having fun, and that’s when you really started to connect with the crowd. That’s important, it’s not just you, and them. You’re in on it together.” He explained, his voice deep, but his tone ominous. A backstage official informed him that he was needed, Taker nodded his head, and turned back to me. “A lot of people are gonna try and groom you, make you out to be what they want. Especially because you’re a girl, and seemingly have a lot of talent that could make people a lot of money. Nothing is more important in show business than to do things by your own volition, and stand on it.” That may have been the wisest bit of information I’ve ever received, he held his hand out for me to shake. Without hesitation I took it, grateful for this moment, and to think I was gonna pass up the offer. He shook my hand surprisingly gently, then went on about his business. I watched him for as long as my eyes could see. I felt light, like I was no longer a part of this physical plane. I looked down at my hand in disbelief of what just happened, my whole body still buzzing.

I just performed for thousands of people, and then The Undertaker just dropped a wealth of knowledge on me. I’m just a girl, I’m just some kid, how did I get so lucky? “Are you gonna keep standing in the middle of the hall like an idiot?” I nearly jumped out of my skin at the sound of an arrogant voice, slowly I turned to be met with the last person I wanted to run into tonight. Randy Orton, Bautista by his side, the only one of the two who had some etiquette.

Bautista lips form a tiny smile, he had a familiarity to him, as if we’ve been knowing each other for a while. “Hey, I remember you, you’re Lita’s big brain cousin, what college was it you went to?” I could feel my face heat up, it was sweet of him to remember something so small.

“I don’t know about big brains, but I’m attending Tisch School of Arts in New York.” I said shyly, I tried not to make my accomplishments a big deal; I guess it couldn’t be helped when Lita is blabbing about me to everyone she sees.

“So an art school.” Randy didn’t sound too impressed, far be it for him to care about anything other than himself. I might have actually found him attractive if he wasn’t such a dickhead.

“Hang on there Randy, Tisch is no run of the mill dance school, their acceptance rate is pretty low from what I understand. I had some family that tried to get in a few years ago, they had to audition 3 times.” Bautista explained coming to my defense, while simultaneously shutting down his partner's rudeness. He did it in such a calm manner, I bet he’s great with kids.

Randy eyed me, when he lingered too long on my chest I rolled my eyes, and side stepped him. He’s exactly like the pricks that frequented the country clubs back home, the only way to deal with them was to ignore them. “Anywho, it was nice meeting you, I’m a big fan, Bautista.” He held his hand to his heart, touched by me saying this.

“You’re a wrestling fan?” Randy questioned, he looked gobsmacked by this revelation, I grimaced turning to him.

“Yeah…” I said lifting my eyebrow daring him to challenge me, but he scoffed. Folding his arms over his chest, a smug expression on his face, I regret even running into him.

“I mean, of course you are, who wouldn’t wanna watch me on a weekly basis.” The haughtiness in his tone made me want to throw up, I couldn’t even disagree which was the worst part. He’s so good at what he does it upsets me, if only all that talent came with a muzzle.

“You literally have zero shame don’t you?” Jeff came up from behind me, his face paint dripping off him, no doubt from a match may have just had. An unimpressed look on his face, his arm slipped around the back of me, and held onto me almost protectively. I could feel my face heat up from his touch, I wasn’t going to deny him.

“Meanwhile you’re dressed like some freak.” Randy spat venomously, I was taken aback by his sudden mood change, Jeff’s expression darkened, but didn’t have a verbal response. He took a step forward, Randy mirroring his movements. There’s no love loss between the legacy kid, and mister daredevil. Jeff seemed to get the best of Randy in matches most of the time by out sitting him, and stealing the wins. Which is really more so Randy’s fault by letting his emotions get the best of him.

Bautista pressed his hand to Randy’s chest. A warning glare in his eyes. “Cool it man, you can’t afford to get into another fight this week.” He mumbled, but Randy wasn’t hearing it. The grip Jeff had on tightening, his nails digging into me as if to hold himself back.

“Trying to show off around your little poptart, wanna be, girlfriend aren’t you? Please do Jeff, I beg you.” Randy pressed his palms together, goading Jeff into a fight, I looked to Jeff who was clearly thinking about it. He’d do it even if only to make a point, but before I could get a chance to interject he reared back his fist. Popping Randy right in the nose. My mouth dropped, and my eyes widened.

“Fuck we gotta go.” I grasped him by the wrist, and tugged him in the opposite direction. We ran until we couldn't hear Randy shouting, and bitching anymore. We rounded the corner, finally coming to a stop. We caught our breath, “you’re gonna be in so much shit.” I sighed once my breathing calmed, I slapped him across the chest. He barely flinched.

“What, you just wanted me to let him talk about you like that?” He seemed offended by my disappointment, his hand ran through his blue-violet colored hair.

“Randy is an idiot, being called a poptart isn't the worst thing, I mean he said you were a freak.” My lips pressed together, I could feel myself getting upset all over again, there was never a reason to be so fucking mean.

Jeff shrugged his shoulders, “yea so? If I had a dime for everytime someone judged the way I dressed, how I talk, or the clothes I wore, well I’d be a fat rich man. But you don't talk about girls that way man, what did you do to deserve that attitude anyway?” Yet again we were standing close to each other, I chewed my bottom lip trying not to say anything stupid, my eyes lowered to the floor. I couldn't understand why he would get himself into drama over something so stupid.

“Did ya see the look on Randy’s face though, I think I broke his nose.” He grinned, I couldn't help but laugh when I replayed the scene in my head, even Bautista was shocked.

I shook my head, “by the time he gets done bitching at Stephanie about it, you’re gonna get into so much trouble.” I reached for the bandanna hanging out of his pocket, and began to clean off the face paint. The sweat dripping down his forehead made it easier to swipe away, with my other hand I held him by the chin, he took a step back putting his back to the wall causing me to step forward. I tried to avoid his eyes, acutely aware he was staring me right in mine.

“It’ll be worth it.” He hummed, his hand reached out to play with my hair, gently sweeping it over my shoulder. His fingers caressing my skin on the way down, then finally rested on my hips. Once I was satisfied with the majority of the paint being gone, I sighed, and wrapped my arms around his neck.

My eyes dropped to his lips, his tongue flicked out swiping his bottom lip, ‘this is a bad idea right?’ I thought to myself, ‘oh well, what’s spring break without a little fun?’ As if reading my mind, Jeff leaned in meeting me halfway in a deeply passionate kiss. His hands slid up my back holding me closer to his body, I couldn't help but let out a moan as his hands slid down to my ass, and gripped me. I don't know how long we stood there locking lips, but by the time either of us pulled away I was out of breath. My lips were swollen, my heart was hammering against my rib cage, and my head felt a bit light headed. “So what now?” I pressed my forehead to his, I knew it was getting late, and I was gonna be no good tomorrow if I was too exhausted.

“Got any time left to get something to eat? I know a diner that’s open late around here.” He offered. A hopeful look in his eyes. I peaked at him from underneath my lashes, my fingers playing with his choker necklace. Voices could be heard in the distance, it sounded like a few of the guys, but neither of us worried about it.

“Sure, I got some time to spare, as a super fan I'd be honored to have dinner with Jeff Hardy.” I teased, he wrapped an arm lazily around my shoulder, some female talent we passed gave me a nasty look. Trish Stratus specifically did not like what she was seeing, our eyes watched each other as we passed by. I knew that her and Jeff were “involved,” but the extent of that? I was unsure about, however if this was her man she would have said something right?

Jeff, oblivious to this as he was talking, he snorted, “you’re a fan huh? Does this make you my groupie?” He asked jokingly, we were finally approaching my dressing room, Lita was further down the hall talking to Edge, and Christian. They were all laughing obnoxiously about something, but I turned my attention back to Jeff.

“Oh definitely, I’m gonna write about it in my diary later.” I chortled, one hand on the doorknob, and the pinky of my other hand linked with his pinky. Neither of us wanted to let go, but we both needed a fresh change of clothes.

“Well, I’m flattered…” He trailed off for a second, then said, “I wish I could just wait for you here, but I need a fresh outfit so I’ll meet you back here?”

“You’ll definitely be done before me, so you might end up waiting anyway.” I smiled sheepishly, my face heating up in embarrassment, I felt bad for making him wait after the long night he’s had, so I decided just then that I’d cut down time on my makeup at the very least.

He made no fuss about it. “That’s fine, see ya in a little bit.” He let go of my pinky, then made his way back the opposite direction, and turned down a hall disappearing. It wasn't till I was behind the privacy of my dressing room door did I let out a long, heavy sigh, the other girls were nowhere to be found, so I revealed in the alone time.

I didn't fight the dopey smile that grew across my face, “I kissed Jeff Hardy?” After I picked myself up off the floor, I locked the door behind me, and stripped down before getting into a hot shower. Getting dressed tonight has been the easiest task of my life since I was smart enough to pack only one other outfit. Had I been back at home I would have ended up overwhelming myself trying to decide what to wear. I pulled on my coat, then grabbed my duffel bag, and purse, throwing it over my shoulder. When I opened the door, Jeff was waiting outside like he said he would, his eyes taking me in, from my heels making sure to slow up at my legs, and thighs. Then finally landing on my face.

“Hey…” He greeted me, his eyes sliding over my body, and slowing up at my chest before he got to my face. When our eyes met our smiles mirrored the others, he took me by the hand and walked us out of the arena to the parking lot. The night was mostly over, so there weren't many people left. My phone buzzed in my purse, I fished it out to see who texted me. I clicked on my messages to see I had been left a few, but Lita stood out to me.

Lita: I nu u were w Jeff the whole time. ;)

Lita: dont do anything I wdnt do

I rolled my eyes, I don't know if I should be thanking her, or annoyed that she set me up, I scoffed, “freakin Lita.”

“Everything okay?” Jeff asked, opening the passenger side door for me, the fall time air blowing my hair around, I peered up at him nodding my head. He watched me with a weary look in his eyes, I enveloped his face in my hands, and pressed my lips to his. He relaxed into me, “I think I’m gonna get in the car now.” He grinned like an idiot, and walked around the other side of the car. The drive wasn't long, but Jeff requested that I talked about myself, so I did. Not once did he interject, and by the time we made it to the restaurant, I felt like I had told him my whole life story.

“I watched that little show of your’s by the way, you’ve got a lot more talent than you let on.” I was taken aback by this sudden compliment. We sipped on our pop while we waited for our food, and as I sat across from him, he seemed like the most normal guy in the world. “I could have watched that on a loop.” He said softly, his longing gaze making me shift in my seat.

My eyes dropped down to his hands, I just now realized some of his dark painted nails had designs on them, “do you paint your own nails too?” I asked curiously, it’s something I’ve always wondered, but never had the chance to ask till now.

“Most of the time, other time’s it’s Lita when we have some time off.” He explained, the image of them sitting together like two siblings painting each other's nails made me smile a little. Yeah that seemed about right.

“Don't tell me they didn't include that information in Tiger Beat.” He deadpanned, obviously no love loss for the magazine company, I cringed at the name, I hated them too.

I shrugged, “I wouldn't know, I’m more of a Teen Vogue girl.” I joked, that’s how the rest of our night went, we talked about anything that came to mind: wrestling, food, fashion trends, travel. Anything to keep the conversation going, Eventually it turned 1 am, I needed to get some sort of sleep before catching up with Lita tomorrow. She wanted to drag me around the mall before they headed to the next town. We sat in front of the hotel, I turned to him, I knew I could have invited him up. The look in his eyes told me all I had to do was offer, but he wasn't going to force it. Knowing I had a whole week to be promiscuous, I decided to prioritize sleep this time, slowly I leaned in, and he met me halfway. A kiss that started off sweet turned into something heated, and needy. We moaned into each other simultaneously, I pulled away first, Jeff was frozen in place. His eyes still closed. “I’m getting out of the car now doofus.” I giggled, then opened the car door.

He suddenly came back to life, “oh, let me get your bag.” He reached in the back grabbing my duffle bag, and brought it around to my side of the car. I stood patiently waiting for him, my lips still tingling where he kissed me, I took the bag from him, and kissed him on the cheek.

“See ya later.”I walked backwards in the direction of the hotel, we held onto each other's hands till we couldn't anymore. That night after I got ready for bed, as soon as my head hit the pillows I passed out. That night I dreamed about having a tag match with Lita and Matt, versus Jeff and I, and it was a banger. That might be long into the future, but as far as tonight I had the best time of my life.

#jeff hardy #jeff hardy fanfiction #wwe one shot #black!oc #—tokio #divas era

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deathofpeaceofmiiind · 5 months ago

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illicit affairs | eighteen

*Noah’s POV* When I woke up the next morning Ellie was still sleeping, she had no blankets on her and it was taking everything I had to not run my hands over her ass that was covered in lace. Fighting my thoughts, I got up and decided to go grab us breakfast. I quickly threw on a hoodie, grabbed my AirPods and headed out the door. I put my headphones in, listening to some samples of new music we had been working on. It was nowhere near ready for the world to hear, and I wasn’t sure what I wanted to do with it yet. I was thinking of doing a revised deluxe album because I had written a lot after Ellie left that felt like it belonged in this era. It was hard to me to want to close this albums chapter, it had given me so much and helped me grow.

I didn’t get very far listening to it when my phone started to ring, my feet froze when I saw it was Matt. I drew in a sharp breath before answering him.

“Hey…”

“That didn’t take long.”

“I’m sorry, I should’ve talked to you but -“

“I knew she was going back to you but was I even out of fucking Canada before you called her?” “How did you even know?” “You’ve had your location on this whole time.”

Shit. “I had to tell her how I felt, I’m sorry.” “You should’ve fucking waved at me when our planes passed each other bro.” “What the fuck do you want?”

“To say that and to ask if your meeting is about the idea of moving...”

“What makes you think that?”

“Last time someone said team meeting it was because Ruffilo wanted to move back to Virginia.”

“I have to do this, she has too much tied up here to move in with me.”

“And you don’t? Our whole band’s headquarters is down there.”

“You’re not there and we do just fine.”

“But you’re -“

“There is nothing that will make me stay there, got it?” I felt myself shaking from how irritated I was getting. “Everyone is going to have to realize that my life with Ellie is just has important as this band now.”

“Make the meeting for 6pm your time. Some of us might not have girlfriends but we’re still busy.”

He hung up, causing me to curse under my breath. I figured he was going to be hardest to sell this to, the other guys probably wouldn’t care but I wanted their input. I’m not losing Ellie again and I want to be around her as much as possible. Also I loved it up here, I never got recognized and if I did, I got left alone. I felt like I could finally live the quiet life I dreamt of, and even better it would be with Ellie. I’ll always love LA and what it gave me, but it still came with baggage and noise you couldn’t drown out. Shaking off that god awful phone call, I headed into a local coffee shop and got us iced oat milk lattes and breakfast bagels before heading back home.

Home.

Something I still couldn’t believe was real. *Ellie’s POV* I woke up to the sound of the door closing shut causing my body to shoot out of bed thinking Noah left. I guess my pstd from Matt was still there, lucky me. My heart soared when I saw Noah standing in my kitchen holding bagels and coffee for us. I still couldn’t believe this was real and that he was here with me again. He noticed me standing there as his million dollar smile appeared, if it wasn’t for this wall I’d be on the floor by now.

“I hope I didn’t wake you.” “Kinda.” I smirked as he passed me my coffee, “it’s the perfect way to wake up though.” “I agree.” He beamed, kissing my forehead. “I don’t want to dull the mood but we should talk about the whole moving thing.” I sighed, knowing he was right. We both sat down with our breakfast at the table, neither of us knowing where to start. There was nothing I wanted more than for him to be here with me, but I didn’t want to jeopardize his career or make it inconvenient for the band. At the end of the day, he wasn’t going to be a couple states away, he was going to be in another country.

“Noah, is this a bad idea?” “What do you mean?” I shifted in my seat, grabbing his hand, “I don’t want to make things hard for you and the band. I know being in LA makes the most sense, especially when it comes to recording new music. I also know how much you hate flying, and I worry if you have to fly more you’ll get exhausted and burn yourself out.” “It’s definitely crossed my mind.” He paused to take a small sip of his coffee, “when we talked about this last year, I had a plan already in mind…do you want to hear it?” I just nod. “I was hoping to sell my home in California and buy something up here we could share. I’d put a recording studio in it, we could have a backyard and a pool for Liam and whatever else we needed. Having a recording studio here would help because then I can tweak things and work on them without going to LA, or the band can come up here. Steven has mentioned he wants us to have a Canadian distribution centre for our merch so here would be the perfect spot because we could run it.” My heart jumped into my throat, “We?” “If you wanted a distraction from Nursing, Steven could use a lot more help.” “Wow” I breathed. This went from just having Noah in my apartment to us having a house and possibly working together. “If that’s too much I understand.” He sighed, looking down at my hands. “It’s just been in my mind for a year, and now that I’m here again I want nothing more than to have that future with you finally.” This man was all in for me and I wanted nothing more than to give him everything he wanted. I got out of my chair to go sit on his lap. His somber eyes followed my hands that pushed his bangs out of his face. My own eyes studied the pattern of his freckles before I gently kissed his nose. “Let’s do it.” His eyes widened. “Really?” My smile told him everything he needed to know. His hands wrapped around me as he stood up and spun me around, causing me to laugh uncontrollably. A million I love you’s fell past his mouth and I returned the favour as the moment was filled with complete bliss. Everything was about to fall into place for us and we could finally start our future together.

#bad omens #fanfic #noah sebastian

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yellowocaballero · 8 months ago

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hyped for claude story, just from the little blurb and ur tags it looks like its gonna be hysterical

I'm gonna be real man. Is there tight plot? No. Is there anything other than dialogue? Of course not. Is it fast paced? You don't even need to ask. But it is the unwilling recipient of months of my insanity, and for that purpose I admire its resilience. It works because it is also the story of one boy slowly descending into absolute insanity.

I think people sometimes think of Claude as the comic relief and 'only sane man' in the leaders. This is untrue. He's fucking nuts. Imagine if a Japanese-American read a lot of websites on Japan and decided to move to Japan, pretend he was fully Japanese despite obviously being half-White, had been there the entire time, and became Emperor of Japan. He's living his best Dancing With Wolves life. My first decision of the story was that Claude probably didn't call himself his white people name/alias in his head, and that ended up changing a lot. I think if you take a different perspective of him, and decide to understand him a certain way, he becomes absolutely the most bugfuck and interesting character in FE3H.

All three House leaders pretend to be good people and, in fact, are actually pretty shitty people (except for Yuri, who pretends to be a bad person and is an actual angel). Claude is selfish, self-centered, and apathetic. Claude here is actually worse than in canon - for actual reasons that will become clear around 75k into the story. Weekenders was about somebody who saved lives but doomed souls; Rosetta Headstone is about somebody who saved souls but doomed themselves. I think the ending of both stories reflects that.

Anyway, meanwhile Byleth is living her New Game+ and she is killing it.

Also, transcript of that text under the cut - it's a bit long for alt text.

Byleth walked through the door. The bucket of water fell on her head. She had been absolutely drenched.

Byleth had blinked at them, water dripping in rivulets across her hair. Most of the class was laughing their ass off, even Khalid. An absolutely atrocious first impression on their teacher, but the students had successfully won dominance. They had driven away their first teacher in tears and they could do the same to this one. Every student in the class either hated to work (Hilda and Marianne, for surprisingly identical reasons), hated being told what to do (Leonie, Lorenz, Lysithea), or went along with the rest (Ignatz and Raphael). There had been no intention of bowing down to an authority figure. What were they, the Blue Lions? Bootlickers?

“Is there a leak?” Byleth asked.

The laughter died. Everybody stared at Byleth. Byleth tilted her head.

Slow, tremulous, Ignatz pointed at the bucket. Byleth looked down, squinting.

“Oh. Why was that there?”

Straight faced, Hilda said, “Maybe the custodian left it.”

“Okay.” Byleth had walked forward, taking her place in the front of class. She bowed, a little stiff and awkward. “Hello. I’m your teacher. Please treat me well.” She looked up, eyes crinkling faintly in what Khalid would come to recognize as her edition of a smile. “I’m happy to be here.”

The tone was set. Byleth was unflappable.

Salt in her coffee? She drank it all without flinching. Hidden alarm clock set to ring during class? She found it instantly. Frogs labeled 1, 2, and 4 in the classroom? Byleth sadly noted that 3 must have been eaten by a hawk, and she spent the rest of the class delighting over her shiny new frogs. Watching her feed the frogs little worms was adorable. It was so cute that the pranks stopped. Nobody could stomach it anymore. She was too innocent.

Khalid, famous for his honest, straightforward, and upfront nature, hated liars. And Professor Byleth was stinking of deceit. Nobody was that adorable. She had a plot and he would sniff it out.

#yes the premise is 'what if byleth was new game+ and claude was xenophobic'#cinema.#my writing #my asks #there's a moment in weekenders where byleth prays with all of her heart for a second chance #for a world where she was able to save everybody #headstone!byleth's only goal is to create that world where everyone is saved #it is possible that Headstone!Byleth is that second chance #which of course will always be funny considering their POLAR opposite personalities #but saving them all is impossible in FE3H. it always will be. it's a world where you can't save everybody.#story's about that.#rosetta headstone actually has a big relationship with weekenders #in the exact same way that GD has a relationship with BL #obviously. bc weekenders was my exp playing BL and headstone was my experience playing GD #hype.

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somber-sapphic · 2 years ago

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No More Bad Dreams

This was requested by 🦊 anon who I am desperate to find as I am done with their latest fic but don't want to post it until I find them! Here's an old one in hopes that my tags will bring them back lol.

Elle is gone for two weeks and finds you sick, sniffly and miserable.

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Two weeks. Elle had been gone for two weeks. And she’d come back to find you in a shivering mess on the floor, whimpering to yourself about some sort of case related nightmare. She couldn’t imagine what being so sick on a case like the one she’d just left would’ve gotten you.

Penelope had been giving her updates on your condition, letting her know how you were refusing to eat and how high your fever was, etc. etc. She had worked her ass off to solve the case as quickly as possible, using every avenue to have to do so, some that she was not entirely proud of. The Unsub liked brunettes, so she flirted. It worked like a charm.

“Hey bud, it’s time to get off the floor.” She sighed, kneeling down beside you. She squeezed your shoulder, trying to pull you out of your nightmare. Your eyes flew open at the gentle touch and you flinched away, not fully recognizing the blurry, chocolate eye’d figure.

Those eyes brought you comfort, smoothing down the jagged edges of your fever induced nightmares and pulling you back into the real world. She was home and you were incredibly relieved. It wasn’t that you minded being alone, it was that you felt horrible and being alone was a hellish disaster that resulted in you falling asleep on the kitchen floor.

“Elle…” You rasped, reaching up for her with sluggish movements, feeling sort of like a baby with the way you were trying to grab her. Elle pulled you up into a sitting position and held you close, cradling your head against her chest.

You clutched a fistful of her loose shirt and coughed, your chest burning with the effort. Sitting up had made you dizzy and your vision was full of spots. There was a real concern that you might pass out, and definitely would have fallen and cracked your head on the floor without Elle’s support.

“You’re lucky you’re cute, because you’re being super dumb.” The brunette said gently, her voice full of kindness and love. That was her way of showing she cared, that was her way of showing affection. She didn’t often do showy romantic things, but she had her own way of proving her love.

After a particularly rough case she’d make the two of you mugs of cocoa and you’d curl up on the couch together with a crappy sitcom to wind down. Eventually, you’d get around to actually share what’s wrong with the other, but that typically required some sort of alcohol.

When either of you were sick though, all of the norms were gone. She’d spoil you with absolutely anything you wanted, even going as far as to make soup, which she absolutely despised. For a woman so good at cooking, she sure as hell hated it.

When she was sick she got extra clingy. You’d watch romcoms together, get her ice cream, help her shower and yell at Gideon if necessary. You knew she’d do the same for you. Your work schedule was incredibly demanding, working for the FBI was of course rewarding, but also exhausting. There were times when you just needed to rest and take care of yourselves.

“Have you checked your temperature at all?” Elle asked, pulling you out of your quiet musings. You squinted up at her, trying to remember anything from the last few days. Judging by the fuzziness in your brain and the heavy feeling in your limbs, you either hadn’t checked it, or you had and then neglected to take any sort of medication.

“I’m going to take that as a no,” Your girlfriend sighed, tucking a strand of your damp hair behind your ear. She laid a hand on your forehead and hissed softly, her expression turning from loving to pure worry in half a second. Tears filled your eyes at her sudden change and you pulled away, wondering if she’d be angry with you for neglecting your health. Your former partner would’ve been. They probably would’ve just left you alone to fend for yourself.

“Shit, your fever’s really high, we need to get this down, babe.” She said, cupping your cheeks with both of her hands. Her face was a mix of emotions, but you couldn’t detect any anger.

“Okay, here’s what we're going to do,” She decided, frowning over at the bathroom. She was probably trying to decide how exactly she would get you there. “I’m going to start the shower, but we're going to keep it lukewarm so that we can get your fever down a little. Do you think that you can shower on your own?”

You hesitated, honestly unsure if you could do it by yourself. You sniffled and rubbed your nose on your sleeve, giving her an uncertain nod. The brunette smiled and kissed your sweaty forehead, doing a good job at not showing her disgust.

“Good. You shower and I’ll make you some tomato soup.” She helped you stand and walked you to the bathroom, staying with you until the water was at a temperature she deemed acceptable.

“Need help changing?” The profiler smirked, raising her eyebrows at you. You wrinkled your nose and pushed her playfully, nearly falling over with the small expenditure of effort. She grabbed your waist to keep you upright, face contorting back into one of concern.

“Are you sure you can do this? I don’t want you to hurt yourself.” You forced a smile and nodded, blinking away the dark spots dancing in your vision.

“I’ll be fine. Don’t burn the house down.” You leaned over and kissed her forehead, pushing her out of the room.

The shower was awful. You made it about halfway through washing your hair before you got too dizzy to stand up and resolved to just sit on the floor under the cool spray. Not only did your body hurt, but the water was much colder than you thought it should be. Sure you had a fever, but was it really bad enough that it warranted pellets of ice on your head?

“Y/n, you alright in there?” Elle called, drawing you out of your spiral of self pity.

“M’okay. Out in a minute.” You slurred back, practically dragging yourself out of the shower. That's when you realized that you had forgotten a change of clothes. So there you were, standing in the middle of the bathroom, dripping wet, tears beginning to fill your eyes. Every minor inconvenience set you off when you felt this awful.

There was a bathrobe. Comfortable enough, and cozy. It wasn’t quite clothes, but it was clothes enough. You dried off quickly and crawled into the robe, wrapping yourself up in the soft fabric.

You emerged from the bathroom and plodded into the kitchen, leaning comfortably against the woman who was stirring the pot of soup. She chuckled softly when she saw your outfit and grinned at you.

“You look adorable, but you need some real clothes. C’mon sweetie, let's get you into bed.” She teased, turning off the stove before wrapping an arm around your waist. You put your head down on her shoulder and yawned hugely, feeling the heavy exhaustion weighing upon you.

Elle helped you into a soft shirt and flannel pants before laying you down in your big, soft bed. You sniffled softly and laid back, curling up under your duvet. She kissed your hairline and grabbed the remove, quickly turning on a Disney movie, which was one of your sickday pleasures.

“I’m going to get you a bowl of soup, just stay put.” You listened, too tired to get up and follow her anyway. Normally you'd just ignore her warnings and do what you wanted, but your body had pretty much given up on moving. You turned your attention to the television screen, on which an orange fish was swimming too far away from the reef. Stupid fish.

You were thinking about the damn fish and why it was making dumb decisions when Elle returned with a steaming bowl of tomato soup. She sat beside you on the bed and smiled, looking beautiful as ever. Her smile was gorgeous. Everything about her was gorgeous.

“You’re pretty.” You mumbled, sniffling quietly. The congestion had settled in your sinuses and you rubbed your nose on your sleeve before coughing harshly into your elbow. The coughs grated against your throat, bringing your attention back to the incredible pain there. As much as you hated to admit it, you felt absolutely miserable.

“Okay honey. Swallow this for me.” She produced a pill and a glass of water which you downed silently, wincing as the pill scraped down your throat.

“Good. Now, a few bites of soup and you can go to sleep.” Since when had she gotten so demanding? Well, she’d always been firm, but now it felt like she was being mean. You whimpered and took the bowl, uncertainty filling you.

She wrapped an arm around your waist and sat beside you, using the other hand to keep the bowl from spilling in your shaky grip. One bite. That’s all you managed, you couldn’t do it. The warm soup was probably supposed to help your throat, but all it did was make everything worse.

You shoved the bowl into her hands and shook your head, curling away from her. She looked at you with wide eyes, surprised by your sudden change in demeanor. She knew that you had mood swings when you were feverish, but this was unprecedented even for you.

“Hey, what is it?” She asked, putting the bowl down on the side table. She placed a hand on your hip but you jerked away, turning back to her with teary eyes.

“Please just don't–don’t touch me.” You ordered, trying to keep your voice from trembling as badly as it was. Elle nodded and hugged her arms to her chest, frowning at you.

“Okay, can you tell me what’s wrong?” How exactly could you tell her? How did you let her know that your body hurt and so did your mind. That the shadows were turning to twisted monsters in your mind. That all you wanted to do was sleep, but your body ached too badly to let you do so.

“I can’t-it hurts too much.” You finally admitted, feeling stupid for telling her that. You were an FBI agent. Well, you both were, but still. There was a mostly unspoken rule that as agents you couldn’t show weakness. And what had you been doing all day? Showing weakness. You hated it.

“Oh, love. You’re sick, of course it hurts. You don’t have to eat right now if you don’t want to, we’ll figure it out. Come here, we can just watch the movie for now.” She soothed, pulling you into her arms. You put her head on her chest, your body shaking as you cried. She didn’t mind, just shifted so that she could hold you more comfortably.

“Just watch the movie. We’ll get everything taken care of.” Elle rubbed your back and turned up the volume on the TV, just loud enough to draw your attention back to the screen. You were still sniffling quietly, trying to keep your tears inside. After what felt like ages, you felt your eyes begin to slip closed as Lilo and Stitch replaced the sounds of Finding Nemo.

“There you go mi querida. Rest, you’ll feel better when you wake up.” She promised, kissing your forehead. You loved it when she spoke Spanish to you, it felt strangely intimate and always served to calm you down. With those words embedded into your feverish mind, you let the dark, dreamless sleep take over, grateful for the mind numbing cold medicine. No more dreams for you.

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sooniessoulmate · 5 months ago

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𝙻𝚎𝚐𝚒𝚘𝚗 - 𝚌𝚑.𝟷𝟻 - 𝙰𝚝𝚎𝚎𝚣 𝟶𝚝𝟾

♥️𝚌𝚑.𝟷𝟺♠️ 𝚖𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚕𝚒𝚜𝚝♦️𝚌𝚑.𝟷𝟼♣️

𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝟷𝟻 - 𝚢𝚘𝚞'𝚛𝚎 𝚊 𝚙𝚒𝚐

Y/N slowly opened her eyes, looking around and realizing she was still in Yeosang’s room. She felt an arm resting over her body, she turned her head to see who the arm belonged to. She exhaled slowly when she realized Yeosang was holding her, still asleep. She only had panties on and she was too scared to see if he was naked. She crawled out of bed, trying not to disturb Yeosang. She grabbed her clothing and ran to Wooyoung’s bedroom.

Once inside she sat on the bed, placed her head into the palm of her hand and tried to remember the events of the prior evening, to no avail. All she could remember was kissing him and laying down in his bed, everything else was blank.

“Why do I make such bad decisions,” she asked herself. “I hope to god we didn’t have sex.”

It didn’t feel like they had sex but she did wake up, practically naked in his bed, so who knows. She quickly got dressed and went downstairs for some coffee, hoping her memory would soon come back.

In the kitchen she was leaning on the counter as the coffee was brewing when Minghao entered.

“God, you look like you were hit by a Mack truck,” he said.

“Yea I feel like too,” Y/N sighed.

“Rough night?” Hao asked

“Kind of,” Y/N nodded.

“I heard that you’re gonna be staying in Seonghwa’s room from now on,” Hao smirked. “You lucky little bitch.”

“Lucky my ass,” Y/N rolled her eyes.

“I’m sure you’ll be having lots of mornings like this from now on,” Hao smirked, raising an eyebrow.

“I’m not staying in his room, Hao,” Y/N snapped. “I can’t stand how he treats me and I don’t like the games he plays either.”

“Oh honey, he doesn’t really play games. He just calls you out on your shit,” he argued.

“No he plays games,” she demanded. “Do you know why he had his name put on me?”

“I assumed it was because you treated him right when you spent the night in his bed,” Hao winked.

Y/N rolled her eyes, “I didn’t fuck him that night. Damn it, Hao.”

“Ok ok,” Hao said. “Then tell me what you think the reason is.”

“He was drunk and I put him to bed. He said I took care of him like a wife and one day I am going to be his and only his and that's why he did it,” she explained.

“Daayymmmnn,” Hao said. “Go off girl.”

“I don’t want Seonghwa,” Y/N growled. “When he put that on me, he ruined every chance I had with Wooyoung. He knew what it would do and he didn’t care. I can't be with a person like that. Fuck that.”

“Boy you're a little cranky this morning,” Minghao stated, grabbing a mug for coffee.

“Yea I am,” Y/N agreed. “I have a little bit of a problem.”

“And what’s that?” he asked.

“I got pretty drunk last night,” she started. “And I kind of woke up, practically naked in Yeosang’s bed.”

“Yeosang?” Hao repeated.

“Yea,” Y/N nodded. “Yeosang’s.”

“Did you do the nasty with him?” he wondered, raising an eyebrow.

“I don’t know,” she shrugged. “I can't remember and I don't know what to do.”

“Girl, that's easy, ask him,” Hao smiled.

“What if he gets mad at me for not remembering?” Y/N wondered.

“Yea well,” he shrugged. “At least you’ll know what happened.”

“True,” she nodded.

“But I can tell you one thing, if you two did bump uglies, he must have a real small dick if you can’t feel it today,” Hao laughed.

“You’re something else,” Y/N sighed, walking out of the kitchen, holding her coffee.

She walked into the living room, sitting on the couch, staring at the tv.

“Hey roomie,” Mingi smiled, entering the room.

Y/N whipped around to look at him, “roomie?” She asked.

“Yea,” Mingi nodded, sitting next to her on the sofa. “Didn’t Seonghwa tell you?”

“No,” she sighed. “Seonghwa said I was staying in his bedroom.”

“I don’t know,” Mingi smiled, lightly punching Y/N’s arm. “Guess you fucked that up.”

“Thanks for the wonderful night,” a woman’s voice said from the doorway.

Y/N and Mingi turned to see who the voice belonged to. Neither one of them recognized the woman. Seonghwa appeared behind the woman, wearing a silk robe that exposed his chiseled chest and abs. He reached around the woman drawing her close to his body, “you were a great time.”

He leaned down pushing his lips against hers while making eye contact with Y/N who was still watching from the sofa. Seonghwa pulled away, releasing the woman “maybe I’ll call you over again.” He lightly smacked her ass causing the woman to giggle before walking out of the house. Seonghwa turned and walked back up to his room without saying a word to Mingi or Y/N.

“Is that a common thing?” Y/N asked.

“What?” Mingi asked, confused.

“What just happened,” she sighed trying to avoid showing any emotion.

“I don’t know,” Mingi said, “what just happened?”

“Seonghwa with the girl,” Y/N snapped. “Is that common?”

“The girl looked a little common,” Mingi nodded. “Yea I think he could do a lot better.”

Y/N shook her head annoyed, “that’s not what I meant.”

“Then what did you mean?” Mingi wondered.

“Seonghwa gets a lot of bitches,” Hongjoong announced walking into the living room. “Jealous?”

“Absolutely not,” she denied with a high pitched voice.

“Seems like you might be,” Hongjoong smiled sitting down on the opposite sofa. “You can’t have it both ways, bitch. Either you want him or you don’t. But you can’t be banging Yeosang if you want him or Wooyoung,” Hongjoong rolled his eyes.

“I don’t want him and I didn’t bang Yeosang,” Y/N argued.

“Yeosang hates all women,” Mingi interrupted. “Especially her. He wouldn’t do that.”

Hongjoong laughed, cocking his head to make eye contact with Y/N, “was it a rage fuck then?”

“You’re such a pig,” she gasped as she stood up to storm out of the room.

“Don’t be pissed at me,” Hongjoong continued to smirk, “you’re the one who fucks anyone with a dick.”

Y/N left the room without responding. She walked upstairs, heading in the direction of Wooyoung’s bedroom when Yeosang exited his room.

He quickly looked away after locking eyes with her. Yeosang paused for a moment, undecided on what to do before he started to re-enter his bedroom.

“Yeosang, wait,” Y/N said, causing him to stop moving.

“What,” he said, not turning around.

“I think maybe we should talk,” Y/N sighed, placing her hand on his shoulder.

“There’s nothing to talk about,” he snapped, knocking her hand off with his.

“We need to talk about what happened last night,” she insisted.

“You mean how we made out? How you kept saying how bad you wanted me? Or how about when we stripped down and you turned and said ‘I’m just kidding, I only want Woo’ then you went to sleep.” Yeosang snarled. “So which part would you like to discuss?”

“Oh god,” Y/N gasped. “I'm so sorry…”

“Your sorrys mean absolutely nothing to me,” Yeosang snapped. “I will not be one of your toys.”

Yeosang walked back into his bedroom, slamming the door behind him. He walked over to his bed, plopping down as a tear escaped his eye.

“Knock it off, Yeosang,” he said to himself. “She’s not worth all this.”

Y/N stood in the hallway staring at Yeosang’s door for a few seconds, contemplating following him inside to talk some more but decided it was best to leave the situation alone. She walked down to Wooyoung’s bedroom, grabbed the door knob, realizing she wasn’t able to enter.

“I’m locked out,” she sighed. “Come on.”

She turned around walking towards Seonghwa’s room when she noticed a sign on one of the last doors before reaching the end of the hallway. The writing was in crayon and looked as though a child made the sign.

“Mingi and Y/N’s room,” the sign read.

“I guess this is my new room,” she sighed, taking a deep breath before entering. The room looked like a teenager's room, not one of an adult man.

“This has to be better than staying in Seonghwa’s room,” she said to herself as she looked around the room.

♥️♠️Later that night♦️♣️

Y/N spent the day alone in Mingi’s room, watching the small television that was in the corner. She glanced out the window and saw the daylight had faded into a dark abyss. She decided she should get ready for bed. She grabbed her pajamas and towels, walking out of the room and into the bathroom. She filled the bathtub up with bubbles and hot water, crawling inside.

She laid her head back, closing her eyes to relax, lying peacefully in and out of a conscious state. Out of nowhere she felt two hands on her shoulders, pushing her under the water. Y/N struggled to get loose to no avail. The person continued to hold her under the water, watching as she flopped around attempting to get free. The person eventually released her and she instantly sat up out of the water, gasping for air. She turned to see Yunho smiling eerily at her.

“See I told you there’s no reason to be scared of me,” he announced. “I didn’t kill you.”

“What the hell,” Y/N gasped, grabbing her chest, continuing to breathe heavily.

“You’re always so scared of me,” he said. “I wanted to prove to you that there’s no reason to fear me.”

“By attempting to drown me in the bathtub?” Y/N snapped.

“I told you that I would never hurt you on purpose and this proved it,” Yunho smiled. “I could have killed you but I didn’t. That should make you feel safer around me.”

“Yunho,” Y/N took a deep breath trying to figure out the right words to say. “People don’t ‘almost’ kill people to prove that they’re not dangerous.”

“Well then how would you know for sure?” Yunho asked.

“I’d know by the fact that you didn’t try to hurt me at all,” she argued.

Yunho’s smile faded from his face and his eyes became dark, “you’re really starting to piss me off,” he snarled.

“I didn’t mean to,” she scrambled for words.

“AND I DIDN'T MEAN TO FUCKING HURT YOU,” Yunho yelled.

“Ok ok,” Y/N nodded with panic in her voice. “You did a very good job of showing that. I’m no longer scared of you.”

“I think you’re lying,” Yunho said.

“No I’m not, I promise,” she argued.

“Should I get in the bathtub with you?” Yunho asked.

“What?” she gasped.

“Should I get in there with you?” Yunho repeated himself. “We could have some fun.”

“I’d say yes but the water is starting to get cold,” y/n said hoping he would accept the excuse.

“Your body would feel so good ice cold,” Yunho announced, starting to take off his shirt.

“Yea but I’ll be shivering non stop and my teeth will probably start to chatter,” she continued.

“Ugh,” Yunho mumbled, putting his shirt back down. “If you’re gonna be ice cold you’d have to be silent and still too. This will not work.”

“We’ll figure something out for another time,” Y/N said, standing up and quickly grabbed her towel.

Yunho smiled, “I bet death looks good on you.”

“Thank you,” she hesitated not knowing if that was actually a compliment. “I gotta get back to my room, I want to get dressed before Mingi comes in.”

“Should I come with?” Yunho wondered.

“No, not tonight,” she smiled. “But definitely another night. Ok?”

Yunho didn’t respond, he continued to stare at Y/N as she walked out of the bathroom.

♥️𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚟 ♠️𝚖𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚕𝚒𝚜𝚝♦️𝚗𝚎𝚡𝚝♣️

♥️♠️𝚃𝚊𝚐𝚕𝚒𝚜𝚝 - 𝙾𝙿𝙴𝙽♦️♣️

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devils-dares · 1 year ago

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Make Your Escape

summary: joel miller's finally been caught by FEDRA after years of toying with the tyrants. he's gotta get back home to tommy, but finds an ally in you

pairing: joel miller x gn!reader

warnings: mentions of death, a past relationship, one punch thrown offscreen, blood, guns, mentions of violence

wordcount: 1593

a/n: my first full length joel miller fic?? enjoy!! i have a few ideas for a part two, so leave a comment if you want it.

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You heard whispers of the man in containment. He’d been causing FEDRA issues for ages, a “high priority pain in my ass,” so said by your commanding officer.

He’d been beating on officers, cutting the shift down until it got so bad that FEDRA requested soldiers from other outposts to cover. Boston was a big area, and any missing patrol could be detrimental to public safety.

You rolled your eyes at that part of the announcement.

The government didn’t care about “public safety”, they cared about public containment, having some sick control over the less fortunate in the forms of ration cards and limited supplies of medication.

God, you think, why couldn’t some fuckin’ plebe book him? You huff as you get your clipboard, walking down the hallway to the rat-infested room you soldiers called jail. There wasn’t any information on the paperwork, probably because the guy decided to kick and bite his way out of custody before officers- subdued him. You hate to think how riled up this guy is after FEDRA’s take on subduction and confinement, but you were the soldier with the least amount of seniority and the work was all but thrust upon you.

“Alright, this is how it’s gonna go, Mr…”

“I ain’t tellin’ you shit.” He’s hunched over on the shitty bed, his head hung low with his arms on his thighs.

“Well, I guess I’ll just leave you here, yeah? Send you to the gallows nameless?”

“Not like I have anyone.”

“Listen,” you huff, “you have no one and I’m brand fuckin’ new here, you wanna do me a favor and make this easy on me?” He chuckles darkly, his shoulders shaking up and down.

“Fuck you.”

“I could make this hurt. Could make it hurt real bad. Or I could let you off easy. Give you a snack and maybe let you wash your face so you could look at least a little presentable when your face is turning fuckin’ purple and you’re swaying in the air like a goddamn ragdoll. Up to you if you decide to work with me or not.” His face lifts a little at that.

“Why’d you decide to work at this shithole?”

“If I answer, will you give me your name?”

“Make it a good answer and I just might.”

“I didn't have a choice. My little QZ out west was hit hard by raiders, and I was trapped in a building surrounded by clickers. FEDRA decided to loot supplies and found me, and then gave me an ultimatum, either I stay and die or join.”

“And before?”

“Austin, Texas, was a bartender.”

“Knew you sounded familiar.” He finally lifts his head up, and you recognize his face, although now marred with scars, wrinkles, and tanned beyond your beliefs.

“Joel fuckin’ Miller. Should’ve known it was you causing all those problems. Sarah’s probably worried sick.”

“Sarah, haven’t heard her name since damn near Outbreak Day.” Immediately your stomach drops, and the burn of tears hits the back of your throat.

“Joel-”

“She was shot by the same assholes that work at FEDRA. They took her from me.”

“I’m sorry.”

“Yet you work here.”

“Wasn’t my first choice.”

“You gonna send me off now?”

“Where’s Tommy?” He sighs.

“You gonna keep askin’ me personal questions?”

“Yeah. Where is he?”

“I ain’t snitchin’ to a snitch.”

“I’m asking a friend.” His hand runs through his hair.

“You said you didn’t wanna be here.”

“I never said that, Joel.”

“Well you should’ve, fuckin’ insane for staying.”

“Are you just going to insult me?” He doesn’t answer, and you decide to wwalk out, not wanting to deal with his shit today. You slam the door a little harder than you intended, but it got the message across all the same.

Joel’s got his head hung low again. His hands are intertwied, white knuckle grip on each other to keep old memories and emotions from coming back up. There was no way you changed that much, right? That you’d willingly work with the damn enemy? He shook his head again. He has to remind himself that the ties to the world before don’t matter, that you don’t matter. If only he could convince you to leave. Tommy would be beyond ecstatic to have you in Jackson, and on some nostalgic level, he could rekindle whatever you two were working towards before Outbreak Day.

He shook his head. Times like these were when delusions wormed their way into your head, and he could not afford to be off his rocker when the time came to make his escape. It was unfair that you reminded him of simpler times. He could feel your skin in his hands, laying in the bed of his truck to watch the stars by the lake. He remembered the first time he kissed you, just a short and sweet thing, but Sarah interrogated him when he came home, a wild blush spreading across his cheeks when she mocked his moves.

He ran his hands through his hair, finally knowing what his move would be to get you out of here with him.

You come back a few hours later, or maybe a few days later. Joel doesn’t know because he hasn’t slept since he got captured, and there’s no windows in this box. He’s still sitting in the same position he was when you left him, so you drag a chair a few feet away from him and take a seat.

“How did you bribe FEDRA officers?”

“Ain’t it my constitutional right to plead the fifth?”

“There isn’t a constitution anymore, Joel. Just answer the question and maybe I don’t have to sentence you to death in public.”

“You don’t have to stay here.” He says, voice dropping in volume as he speaks.

“What do you mean?”

“Tommy, he’s… he’s got a town. Community, all to himself and some trusted folks. I got a place there.”

“Where?”

“You askin’ as a friend or a cop?” He looks you in the eyes, and it’s the same fucking look he gave you twenty-something years ago when he gave you his jacket just to walk you ten yards to your car after your shift at the bar.

“A friend, Joel, I’d never put Tommy in danger, you know that.”

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Your commander gave you a sick smile when he spotted blood on your knuckles as you came out of Joel’s cell.

“Gave him a good beating, did you?”

“‘Course.”

You’d gotten into his good graces by beating on an inmate, and now that you had, he’d turn a blind eye to some of your illicit activities, which included going to the “evidence” room and picking up all of Joel’s weapons, before taking them directly to him. He’s cradling his jaw when you walk in, a solid gash sitting on his face, blood gushing. You drop the bag on the floor and wince at the totality of the cut, tossing him a bandage to keep it from dripping everywhere.

“Guess you still have a mean right hook.” He says.

“Yeah, sorry about that. I got your stuff, so we can gear up and head out.” He looks up at you.

“This isn’t the day you were expecting, was it?” He asks, clicking a magazine into his pistol.

“Can’t say I was, Joel. You ready?”

“As I’ll ever be, sweetheart.”

You clicked on the handcuffs around his wrists, loose enough that he could shake them off, but believable. You held them in place, positioned behind him just so that the gun in his waistband behind his back could not be seen. You dragged him down the hallway, and he was acting his ass off, cursing and yelling and trying to twist away from your grip. Luckily, no one paid you any mind, even when you snagged truck keys off the wall and shoved Joel into the passenger seat.

“Where are we heading to?” You ask.

“Jackson, there’s a whole town out there, like I said.” You start the truck, and finally, FEDRA soldiers look hard at your position, cocking their guns and gathering at your position.

“You’d better hold on,” you say, “gonna be a bit of a bumpy ride gettin’ outta here.” You gun it, and almost as quickly as the tires spin and grip the ground, shoving you back into the seat as you drive off do the bullets start hitting the armor on the truck. You ram the gate at the end of the driveway, and quickly evade the other FEDRA trucks just outside, on a mission to stop you.

“Goin’ off road?” Joel suggests, a panicked lilt in his voice.

“You read my mind.” It’s unpleasant, the way the truck rocks and dips in the tall grass, and you feel yourself getting a little sick at the continuous rocking movement, but soon enough you’ve outrun them, and their trucks retreat to the camp.

“You’re insane.” Joel shakes his head, smiling at you.

“Been a while since I did something risky with you, Miller.” He shoots a glance your way, and sees what seems to be a reminiscent grin on your face.

“Thinkin’ about something specific?” He asks.

“Just what Sarah used to tell me, you know she caught us kissing one time?”

“Yeah,” he chuckles, “she wouldn’t shut up about it, teased me for fuckin’ weeks.”

“Me either.” You two fall quiet.

“How long to Jackson? I don’t actually know where we are.” He asks after a few minutes.

“Few hours, five or six.” He hums.

“Guess we got some time to kill.”

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katierosedreams2 · 5 months ago

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Im not a sissy…6

Kailey followed through on her threat shortly after that party. Literally the next day she sent me the link to a plastic surgen nearby and told me to book an appointment. I asked her if it was because she wanted me to get my lip injections again. She didn’t really answer and just left me assuming that it was. The lady on the phone was very nice and cheerful and was happy to help me schedule an appointment, but when I gave her my name she said that she had already gotten Kailey's message and would be happy to schedule me whenever I had time. Right away I knew this was a bad thing, but I also knew I was stuck under Kaileys rule. I knew she clearly had something planned and to disobey would be a disaster! The lady never told me what the appointment was for, I just knew it was scheduled for the next day.

I then heard a knock at the door, and Kailey yelled from the other room for me to get it. I walked to the door, my heels clicking loudly on the floor. I opened the door and saw this tall, strong, handsome man looking at his phone. I recognized him, Tony, the guy Kaileys been seeing lately. He looked up from his phone, taking his time to let his eyes wonder up my tall white Pleaser adore heels, up my bear legs to my short tight white leather micro skirt, up to my chest with my small white leather bando, then up clearly to my glossy lips where his gaze lingered. “Hey sissy faggot.” He said as he helped himself into the house as he slapped my ass so hard it made me jump. I sheepishly blushed as I replied “Hello sir. Thank you for the compliment. How may I serve you while you wait for Kailey?” Kailey encourages her guys to humiliate me as well as for me to thank them for it, and then ask for them to use me. The worst part is it has kind of been turning me on. It happens so often, and I’m so horny all the time, and I’m also not allowed to make myself cum anymore. Kailey said if I’m going to cum, a real cock is going to make it happen. So I’m starting to become desperate for a real dick.

“Well, you got those soft big dick-sucking lips. How about you get on your knees and get me warmed up bitch.” Tony said as he sat himself down on our couch. Without a thought, I excitedly got down on my knees in front of him. As I unbuttoned his pants I could feel my locked up little clitty starting to get wet. His dick is massive, one of the longer and thicker ones I’ve ever seen! I can hardly get more than the tip in my mouth! And I never thought I'd brag about this, but I’ve gotten really good at sucking big cocks!! I gently and playfully started to suck his big thick dick, letting all of my worries just melt away. I’ve started to feel so at home, happy, and horny sucking cock. I’m worried it's becoming my favorite thing to do, well that, or dress like a total slut, so I can attract big cocks. But I guess that just leads to me sucking them, so maybe that is my favorite thing? What’s happened to me? Tony moans as I worship his dick. I heard Kailey's heels clicking down the hall as she approached. “Wow Rose, you are becoming such a little desperate cocksucker aren't you?! I know just how badly you want to suck all the cum out of him, huh?” She said in a seductive voice as she walked over to us and put her hand on the back of my head so I couldn’t stop sucking him. All I could do was moan in agreement with her. My panties getting very wet now. “That’s right you little sissy bitch! You're a slave to big cocks now! Your never going back from a girly little faggot slut!” She said as she shoved my head as far as she could down his dick and leaned in to start kissing Tony. I couldn’t breathe, all I could do was gag on his cock. I tried to back my head off of him, but Kailey kept putting pressure on me. As a result, I would just slightly bob my head on his dick, stuffing my throat.

They kissed and both moaned, turned on by me, the sounds of my gagging clearly desperate to breathe. Finally, Kailey let up the presser on the back of my head with her hand. I went rushing to get off is dick, to finally catch my breath. Kailey moved, still kissing Tony, and the back of my head was suddenly stopped just before I could escape the head of his dick and gasp for air. Kailey had moved to straddle me and placed the inside of her thigh on the back of my head. I moaned, desperate to breathe. I could hardly suck air in through my nose, but it didn’t feel nearly like enough. “Shut up slut, you don’t deserve to breath, you just deserve to suck cock! This is as far as you're going!” Kailey stopped kissing Tony to sternly say to me, and then so sweetly and innocently asked Tony. “Please Daddy, will you finger me while this bitch sucks your cock?” Tony moaned and replied in his very deep voice. “If this little faggot continues to do a good job, I’ll finger you, but once you cum I’m fucking the shit out of you. Now keep kissing me bitch!” she went straight back to kissing him and I could hear his finger enter her pussy right next to my ear.

Years ago I would have killed to be in his position, figuring my crush as I got buy dick sucked. But now I’m starting to love that I’m the cocksucker. Kailey started to moan more and more as he brought her closer and closer to orgasm. This was only turning me on more and I felt myself building the need to cum as I bobbed and gagged on his thick cock. Then it happened, Kailey stopped kissing Tony and let out screams and moans from her orgasm that sounded so intense. He kept going making her cum for a long time, and I could feel her body getting weaker on top of me. After what must have been a whole minute of Tony making her cum over and over again, when she seemed so exhausted she could hardly stay up right, he threw her face down on the couch next to him. He then pulled my head off his cock with such force I almost fell back on my heels. He quickly jumped on top of her as if she was going to try and escape. He grabbed both of her wrists and pulled them behind her back. Her ass moved slightly up into the air, and without skipping a beat he thrusted his cock right into her. She let out a scream of both pain and pleasure, and he got right into fucking her. Pulling her wrists back to move her pussy onto his cock with such force that when her body met his she would bonce off with a loud slap and an involuntary moan, just to be pulled right back again. His pace was fast and strong, and he almost fucked her against her will. She clearly couldn’t escape and was clearly in pain. But also, she was in so much pleasure that in another thirty seconds she came again.

I was discarded like the worthless cock sleeve I had started to truly become. I slowly got up as they started to fuck, and Tony noticed, “Make yourself useful bitch and go get me water for when I’m done here. Then wait in the corner as your watch me fuck her. Once I’m done you can go clean up the mess!” He demanded and then went right back to fucking her. I had become so obedient that I walked straight to the kitchen to get him water. I set it on the coffee table and then stood in the corner, getting so horny watching him plow her so hard. She came so many times, each time getting weaker and weaker, more like a rag doll after each. After what must have been fifteen minutes of intense rough sex, he finally screamed out in a clearly intense orgasm. I could see her pussy quickly overflowing with cum as it started to pool on the couch. It didn’t seem to want to stop, as his pace slowed, the stream of cum only continued. Finally, when he pulled out of her, more cum ran out. He let go of her wrists and she just fell face first, almost lifeless. He slowly got up and grabbed the water, took a small sip and then looked at me. “Go clean her and the couch up slut. I don’t want a single drop of my precious cum wasted. Lick up every single drop.” His command was almost impossible to deny, it had just become programed into me to follow a man's orders.

Kailey seemed completely exhausted as I walked over to her, my panties soaking wet. I moved as seductively as I could. I knew he wanted it to be sexy and to be entertained, I didn’t want to disappoint him. As I approached, I slowly got down to my knees. Kailey wasn’t moving and this seemed to upset Tony. “You better move so slut so that pathetic cum whore can get what she wants!” yelled to Kailey. Her body seemed like it had no strength as she slowly moved, spinning around onto her back and exposing the cum on her stomach, pussy, and thighs. She spread her legs, displaying the puddle of cum Tony had left on the couch. She laid there motionless and silent as I started licking the pool of cum off the couch first. It was salty, thick, and smelled incredibly strong. It was so much! Tony is like one of the top three massive loads I have ever seen. It took me a while to lick it all up, there was a lot, but I also tried to put on a good show for Tony. He seemed to enjoy what I was doing. By the time I finished, I could feel the thick cum coating my whole mouth all the way down my throat to my stomach.

I started next with Kailey's stomach. The first soft lick across her body caused her to moan softly. I kept licking the hot jizz off of her, she moaned softly from time to time. I worked my way down her thighs, near her pussy. It's the closest I have ever come to a pussy before. I was careful not to touch it as I licked around it. It just seems intrusive and unacceptable for me to lick her pussy. So I carefully lick all the rest of the cum off of her. Once I had finished, I stopped and looked back at Tony. He seemed disappointed and annoyed that I stopped shy of her pussy. “What are you waiting for? Lick her pussy clean, inside and out.” He commanded. I looked liked I felt, confused and kind of scared. Kailey is my bff and I don’t get to touch pussy, let alone be so intimate with it. I didn’t want to betray her, plus I’m not even sure if id like it!! Tony laughed as he released why I was hesitating “Oh my god, you’ve never eaten pussy before have you?! You really are a pathetic faggot! Nothing but dicks and cum for you, huh, slut?!” Tony laughed hard. I pouted slightly and looked down as I felt humiliated and embarrassed. “It's true, isn't it?! ADMIT IT! ADMIT YOUR AFRAID OF EATING PUSSY AND WOULD RATHER HAVE DICK INSTEAD!” I felt crushed and humiliated. I quietly got out “I - I’m afraid of pussy, I have never touched one, I'd rather have a dick in my mouth.” This caused Tony to laugh more. “ I fucking knew it. I don’t give a shit you gay fucking slut. Lick her pussy. NOW!”

I looked at Kailey, she was just lying there with her eyes closed. She was just as much at his mercy as I was, so whether she wanted it to happen or not, it was going to happen. I slowly leaned in, I thought to myself that lots of girls eat out another girl to turn on a guy. So it's ok, it's all about pleasing the man. My tongue gently and softly touched her pussy, and all I could taste was his cum. Kailey let out a moan of pleasure as I slowly licked up and down on her pussy, trying to get as much of that cum as possible. As I licked, the taste of cum got less and the sweetness of her pussy became more clear. I stuck my tongue inside her and tried to lick out as much of his cum as I could. Kailey seemed to like me being down there and soon had her hand on the back of my head guiding me where to lick. She started to moan more and louder as I made repeated passes across her clit. Before I knew it, she was cumming again as I licked her to another orgasm. I wasn’t turned off, but I also wasn’t turned on as strongly as I am from sucking cock. When she finally finished cumming I slowly stopped licking. I carefully pulled my head back. Her pussy juiced all over my face and the heavy feeling of Tony's cum in my stomach. I looked up at him, he seemed satisfied with my work. He started putting his closed back on. “Well that slut looks whipped out. I'll be back in a few hours to take you out bitch. You had better be ready for round two but the end of the night!” Tony yelled out to Kailey as he walked out the door. I just sat there on my knees still between Kailey's thighs, kind of stunned by what happened and waiting for Kailey to say something.

The door shut, and I looked over at her, she seemed almost asleep. “Kailey, are you ok?” I sweetly spoke. She could just moan yes and she laid there. I got up and walked over to the kitchen to get her a glass of water. By the time I came back, she was completely asleep. I placed her water on the coffee table next to her and left to go get myself a glass of water. I’ve learned that when I drink that much cum it's helpful to drink something after. As I sipped the water, I walked back into the living room where Kailey was still asleep, I took my phone off the coffee table and saw that I had a text from Mason. I felt nervous to read it. Yesterday felt so crazy, I can't believe I came just from begging for his cock. I felt humiliation and arousal just from thinking about it. I really can't tell if this is still a nightmare or is starting to turn into a dream. I opened my phone to see his text. “Hey girl, I have to go to this thing tonight, you’re coming with me. It’s black tie, so find a way to still dress like the slut you are.” I was confused and nervous. Plus, I had plans for tonight. “Um what time? Idk if I can make it, I have plans. Also, what kind of thing is it?” I walked off to my room to see what I had to wear and only went about three steps when my phone went off. “I didn’t ask you to go, I told you.” I stopped dead in my tracks. I feel programmed almost to do what men command. I couldn’t say no. “yes sir., what time should I be ready for you?” I headed into my closet and started rifling through my dresses. Almost all of them were either WAY too slutty, or too casual. Most of my outfits either make me look like a slut in a porno or a desperate whore in a club. I almost exclusively dress like men's fantasies, not like normal girls do. So I don’t really have much that’s black tie appropriate.

“I'll be there at 5” Mason replied. I sighed, that’s not really enough time for me to go get a new dress. But he did say he wanted me to dress like a slut. “What kind of thing is this? I just want to make sure I’m dressed for it?” I waited nervously for his reply. “Don’t worry about it. All that matters is that you impress me. If you disappoint me, you won’t get this dick again.” “Yes sir.” That wasn't much help at all. I did want to impress him, that’s why this was making me nervous. Just then I heard Kailey in the living room, I was so thankful she was up! I rushed out to see her, my heels clicking loudly as I ran down the hall. “Hey girl, how are you feeling?” I called out to her as I rounded the corner. She was sitting on the couch looking tired but satisfied. “I’m good, god, Tony can really fuck my brains out!” She smiled at me. “And you are just a natural little submissive whore! For your first time eating pussy, you did pretty good! How was it?” I blushed as I thought about it. “It wasn’t too bad, I’m glad to hear I wasn’t terrible at it. But I definitely prefer cocks. Hey can you help me?” She stood when I asked, she could tell it was serious. “What’s going on?” She walked to me as I started to talk. “Well, Mason texted me that he’s taking me out tonight and that its black tie.” I showed her my phone so she could look at the messages. “I’m not sure what to wear! Please help me pick something out!” She kept reading my phone as she responded. “Of course girl! Let's go look!” We walked down the hall together, she continued “he’s not giving us much to work with, huh? I thought you were seeing the girls tonight?” “Yeah, I was, but I'll have to cancel.”

We walked into my closet and Kailey got straight to work looking at my dresses for me to wear as I texted the girls to tell them that I couldn’t see them tonight, Mason was taking me out. This made my phone blow up with replies of the girls teasing me for liking Mason as Kailey started piling up dresses for me to try on. I tried to reply as best I could, as I worked with Kailey picking dresses to try on. We settled on six dresses, all very short and sexy. Most were either leather or vinyl, one was satin and one was lace. I enjoyed trying them on, walking back and forth in my full length mirror and Kailey helping me work through the pros and cons of each. I had butterflies in my stomach, I couldn’t tell if I was excited about going on a date with Mason or was terrified and humiliated that yet another man was starting to dominate me like Trent did. Or if I was excited about another man treating me like Trent did. We worked it down to three of the dresses but couldn’t decide. Kailey suggested I go do my makeup and hair, and then we could decide which dress and shoes to pick. I thought that was a great idea and Kailey also had to do her makeup again since Tony ruined it by fucking her so much. We got together in her larger bathroom to do our makeup and hair together, it was fun getting ready with her. We have grown so close, truly bffs. It was fun to gossip and talk about boys, makeup, clothes, hair, purse, heels, nails, and just other girly stuff as we got ready. I really can't imagine my life being anything other than this.

I can't believe that if it wasn’t for Trent, I never would have become the girl I feel like I’m supposed to be. I felt this weird shock of disgust as I pictured my life as some girly bodied, little dick loser of a boy. Ew gross! I wouldn’t even want to touch a boy like that! How would any real girl want that? No, big cocks are way better! I shared this though with Kailey, and she laughed so hard, she couldn’t agree more with me, I was meant to be a sissy girl. I found myself focusing a lot on my lips. I wanted them to be perfect and just scream big dick sucking lips! Like they couldn’t wait to wrap them around a big cock! I then picked a up do hairstyle, and Kailey helped me make it look elegant and sexy. I couldn’t decide what jewelry either. I ended up borrowing a pair of Kaileys earrings. They seemed just right. Kailey was still working on her hair and asked me to go pick something out for her to wear for Tony tonight. They are going clubbing, and she wants to try to keep his attention the whole time, so it had better be slutty as fuck. I laughed as I walked into her closet and started looking through her clothes. Her closet is much bigger than mine, and mine is pretty big. She also had a much more diverse range of clothes. Not all of her clothes are slutty and seductive like mine. She’s a normal girl, not a sissy slut, so she can have normal clothes. That’s fine with me, I have gotten so used to dressing like a slut that it would probably feel silly not to be. But she does have a lot of sexy clothes besides that.

I ended up picking out this sexy small short leather body con dress that is in pieces and is just being held together by strings, so it shows a lot of her body. It's very sexy and every time she wears it, guys just can't seem to get enough of her. She’s going to get covered in so much cum from this, I’m hoping my fate will be the same. I paired it with a pair of seven inch Pleaser black leather thigh high boots, and a tiny black leather bag. She’s going to look so sexy. Years ago I would have died to see her in this. Now I’m just jealous that I’m not the one wearing it and getting stuffed with cock and covered in cum! She loved it so much, she agreed that she was going to look so sexy. We then went back to my room to finally decide what dress to wear. I tried them all on again with the heels I'd wear with each one. We decided on a sexy short black vinyl long sleeve dress, just classy enough to be acceptable, but still slutty. I wore it with 6 inch patent leather fuck me pumps and a small black vinyl clutch. I felt pretty sexy, but Kailey felt like something was missing. She then just walked out to her room and returned with two silicon breast supports and some garment tape. She made me push my small boods together as much as I could, as she taped them, so they would stay. She then put silicon in my bra, and it helped to look like I had some cleavage. She still wasn't pleased and left to her room to come back with some makeup. She applied it to my chest to make it look more noticeable. I have to admit, it did look pretty realistic, and I did feel more feminine and sexy.

Kailey seemed incredibly pleased with how it turned out, and that I felt more sexy and feminine this way. I added some of my favorite perfume and felt like Mason would be pleased with how I looked. I was so nervous as I hung around waiting with Kailey for Mason to pick me up. She was also ready to go, but Tony wouldn’t be by till later to pick her up. Finally, I received a text from Mason, “Get your ass down here slut.” I blushed reading it. Kaiely smiled seeing me react this way, “have fun on your date princess! Be a good girl and apply plenty of lipgloss between bj sessions!” She said flirtatiously. “Thanks girl, I hope your date goes well too! I’ll tell you all about it when I get back!” I said sweetly as I walked out the door. My heart was racing as I walked down the hall and took the elevator to the ground floor. I walked through the lobby, and I tried to concentrate and walk as seductively as I could, letting my hips sway even more than I usually do. I opened the front door and saw a very nice brand new Corvette Z06. It was the only car out front. I had no clue that Mason had money! I slowly walked to the car, trying to be as sexy as possible. As I got just a few feet away, the window rolled down. Inside was Mason in a tux. He looked so handsome. “Get in, girl.” He said, his deep, demanding voice too strong to deny.

“Yes sir.” I said as I opened the door and sat down in his nice car. “How do I look daddy? Slutty enough?” I was truly nervous about his response. I really did want him to like how I looked. He started his car and looked at me up and down, showing no emotion. “Yeah, that will work.” He said in a way that I couldn’t tell if he hated it or loved it. Oh my god, he must hate it! I don’t know if I wasn’t slutty enough or not formal enough. But he didn’t seem to love it, so he must hate it. As we drove, I sat quietly in his car, I felt so small in the seat compared to him. Even in my heels he would still be five or six inches taller than me. He wasn’t saying anything as we drove, which only made me worry more that he didn’t like my outfit, that he was too upset to even talk. The silence was starting to worry me, so I just asked quietly “so what is this event about?” he didn’t answer immediately, my heart started to race, how badly did I screw up?! Oh my god, he’s regretting taking me to this! Finally, he broke the silence. “This is a fundraiser for an organization I’m involved with.” His reply was still without emotion. This only made me more worried if he liked me. “Oh, that’s nice. What’s the organization?” I quietly tried to keep the conversation going. I had to find out if he liked me. “That's not really important. But what is important is that you do as you’re told. Do not speak unless you're spoken to. Keep your responses short and sweet. You're meant to be seen, not heard. No one really cares what you have to say. Do you understand bitch?” He looked at me with a seriousness and sternness in his eyes that I knew he really meant what he was saying. “Yes sir.” I quietly spoke. “Good. You better not embarrass me. These are very wealthy, influential men. If you behave well, I'll reward you. If you don’t, I will make sure your life is ruined. Do you understand?” Once again he seemed serious and almost angry. It was scary and I could hardly speak. “Y-yes sir.” My voice shaking from his intensity. “Good.” He said as his focus went back to driving, and we sat in silence the rest of the way.

When we arrived, there was a valet out front, and he opened the door for me. His eyes widened as he held out his hand to help me out of the car. He was clearly fucking me with his eyes, and it gave me a small boost to my confidence. I didn’t feel very pretty after that car ride. Mason walked himself around the car and offered me his arm to hold on to. I softly took his arm and was amazed at how strong he felt. I walked as sexy as I could while trying to keep up with his longer steps. Two door men were waiting for us as we entered this beautiful, luxurious looking building. There were hundreds of people inside all talking to one another and drinking cocktails. All the men were good-looking and in tuxedos and all the women were stunning bimbos. I immediately noticed that none of them were talking, they were arm candy. That was their purpose. That was my purpose. A group of men talking with their ladies nearby saw us enter, and they called out to Mason. We walked over as he greeted the group. “Hello everyone. This is Rose.” He said, gesturing to me. “Hello Rose, nice to meet you. You are very pretty.” One of the older men said kindly in response. “Hello sir. Thank you. It's so nice to meet you too.” I said, trying to be as much as a bimbo as I could. And with that, the men got right back to talking to one another, completely ignoring all the women they were with.

Well, they were at least ignoring them intellectually, but their hands and eyes freely explored the women as they spoke. Mason's hand found its way to my ass, as his eyes looked at the breast of the other girls. The men talked to one another, but the subject want clear. It was vague and almost in code. I just stood there trying to be pretty, just like the rest of the girls. After a few other men and their dates joined us and what must have been like twenty minutes of just standing around, a small beep rang out through the large room and doors opened to what seemed like a banquet hall. I followed Mason in, and to our table. He pulled the chair out for me to sit, and then sat himself down to my right. To my left was another girl, she was a very sexy redhead, her large breasts almost falling out of her long red satin dress with a slit that went all the way up so that you could just see a hint of her black sheer panties. She was stunning, and I felt jealous of her. I felt like she was prettier than me. I tried to copy her as best I could, just quietly sitting, when the waiter came to take our order, quietly giving it, and then quietly eating and drinking. All while trying to be as dainty, pretty, and sexy as possible. We were there to be on display the whole time. I felt like I couldn’t be off for even a second. The men only looked at us, but never talked to us. They talked about us right in front of us, but not to us. All the girls were completely silent unless spoken too. They were all doing their best to look as pretty as they could, desperate to please the men.

The food was delicious, but the serving sizes given to the women were incredibly small. I don't eat much anyway, but I did notice that we were served differently. Once everyone had finished eating and all that were left were drinks, which they kept pouring, causing me to get quite tipsy as I tried to keep my wits about me and be well-behaved, the lights turned off. Leaving a central spotlight on the small stage in the room. An older, good looking man was standing behind a small podium in a tuxedo. He started talking, thanking everyone for attending and so forth. His speech was just like the rest of the conversations the men at the table were having. It seemed vague and almost secretive. They talked about raising more money than their goal and so on. All the men seemed very excited about this. His speech was short, maybe a few minutes, and then the lights came back on and the men got up and started mingling with the other men around the large room. I watched Mason get up and looked at him for guidance, but like most of the night, he ignored me. He had only looked at me to check me out from time to time, but just as much as he did the other ladies. None of the other girls got up, so I stayed seated too. Some looked just as confused as I did, but the rest seemed to know what was happening.

Once all the men had left the table, that’s when the girl talk stated. It was started by the red head girl next to me. She turned to me and said, “It's nice to see Mason with a new girl, that old one was such a bore! I’m Amber, what do you think of your first time here?” She seemed kind and spoke gently with lots of confidence. “Hi, I’m Rose. I’m not really sure what’s going on. Mason didn’t give me much in the way of information, just a few instructions. What is this group? I just have so many questions.” I tried to contain myself, I didn’t want to unload all at once, the other girls who were new at the table seemed to chime in, each asking a quick question, and giving their names. Amber introduced the other ladies before explaining that this is a secret organization of wealthy men. You either know what they are talking about, or you don’t, and that’s on purpose. As we started to talk I learned that most of these women are either mistresses, sugar babies, side pieces, or girlfriends. Most men were married and some of their wives were present. Amber was the wife of the man she was with, Tim, but he often takes one of his girlfriends alone. The bottom line, none of these men have just one lady, and they all have a ton of money. She also told me more about Mason. His father is an extremely wealthy businessman and Mason is his only child. As soon as he turned 18 he started attending the organization’s events, and you do not show up stag. The last few years it was the same girl, but Amber told me she was more of an escort/ sugar baby than his girlfriend. I’m actually the first girl he has brought that he wasn’t paying.

The rest of the girls and I all traded or instas, and when I realized I was already following Ambers insta! I knew I recognized her! She always posts very sexy photos that are very inspirational to me. She gave me her private insta, so we could actually talk. She was flattered that I knew of her. It was nice to finally get to talk and all the girls seemed so nice. However, as soon as we really started to connect, the men returned and a silence immediately fell over the table and the more experienced girls rushed to put their phones away. The rest of us followed their lead. We all remember our purpose. Some of the men gathered the girl they came with to go talk at another table and some new men with their dates arrived to take the seats. The girls quietly excused themselves from the table and followed their men off. The new girls, just as stunning as the previous, quietly took their seats without saying a word. The night went on like this, Mason moving us from one table to the next. Me quietly sitting, sipping a cocktail, only speaking when spoken too. This went on for hours. I was glad to have a moment to go to the bathroom. It was great to speak to some of the girls there as we touched up our makeup, reapplied perfume, and actually go pee. Hours more followed, and I started to get kind of sleepy. None of the other women were on their phones, actually no one was. It was kind of strange, so I didn't dare take out mine to check the time. I just know when I went to the bathroom it was 10:30, and that felt like a long time ago.

I softly ordered a coffee to try to stay alert and awake. I didn’t want to seem sleepy on display. Finally, Mason got up, like he had dozens of times before. I quietly excused myself from the table and followed, but this time he didn’t stop at another table and walked toward the door. I was so excited to have this night be over. I felt so exhausted from trying to be so pretty, girly, and sexy the whole time. It felt so much like a job that I didn’t even feel bored the whole time, despite just how boring it was. As we approached the door, the mason finally spoke to me. Something he hadn’t done in hours and hardly at all throughout the night. “Hey babe, how are you doing?” He said with what seemed like it might be real interest. I wanted to complain, but I knew better than that. “I’m great, how are you sir?” I asked, still trying to be as sexy as possible. After all I went through, all of this to try to turn him on, why would I stop now when we are finally about to be alone? “Good.” He said as he opened the door for me as we walked out into the cool night to the vale. I stood there. Looking up at him, trying to look pretty, innocent, weak, desperate, and sexy. He seemed to notice, and for the first time all night it felt like he really liked looking at me. He put his hand on my cheek, and in a quiet, strong voice, “You were a good girl tonight. Maybe I’ll give you a reward.” I couldn’t help but blush, and I tried not to seem too excited. “Please Daddy.” I said as I strained into his eyes. Just then, the car pulled up.

This time he opened the door for me and helped me in, then he got in the car and started off. “Don’t stop being a good girl, get to work.” he said as he moved his arm, opening up his body for me to be able to access him. “Yes daddy.” I said as I reached over without a moment of hesitation. I put my small hands on his crotch and teased his massive cock over his pants. I slowly opened his pants and saw his cock almost jump out. I wrapped my girly finger around his dick and softly started to stoke it. After a short while, I leaned over and gently kissed the head of his cock over and over, slowly putting more and more into my mouth. I was taking my time, I wanted to really get him worked up. Finally, I was slowly deepthroating his cock. I bobbed my head slowly, up and down his long shaft, my tongue playing with the head of his cock as I did. He moaned in pleasure, he seemed to love what I was doing! I was lost in the moment and was paying no attention as to how long it was or where we were going. Then I heard his car shut off, and he guided my head all the way down his dick, forcing every inch into my throat. I couldn’t breathe, he held it there for quite a long time. I started to be desperate to breathe and moaned trying to get up. But he wouldn't let me. My vision started to go dark, I started to see spots, then he released the presser and I shot off his cock, gasping for breath. As I was trying to breathe, I heard him open the car door, “Come on slut, let's go.” He said as he got out.

It was only then that I realized that we weren’t in front of my apartment. We were actually in front of a beautiful modern looking mansion. I got out and saw that this was a very large property with no sight of any other houses. “Where are we?” I said as I followed his to the door. “My house.” He said as he opened the door for me to enter. “You live here!? By yourself?!” I was shocked! Before tonight, I had no idea Mason was so wealthy. He laughed at the comment “You're pretty, but you're not that smart. Not be a good sissy girl and go prep yourself.” He pointed down a hall to a door. “Then meet me in there.” He said, motioning to another room. I looked at him, I was so horny, confused, and overwhelmed. He seemed annoyed that I didn’t immediately do as I was told. “What did I say, faggot! Be a good slut and do as you're told!” He yelled at me. This frightened me and I replied quietly with fear in my voice. “Yes sir.” I quickly rushed off to the bathroom. I’m not sure why, but I was so nervous, it's not like I haven’t slept with a man, or even stayed the night at a guy's house, but for some reason this was different. It seems more important to that. I closed the door behind me and was amazed at how nice the bathroom looked. Everything in this house just screamed wealth. I quickly got to work with the small enema I keep in my bag at all times, just in case. I have done this so many times, I have become quite an expert.

As soon as I was finished and got all cleaned up, I even slipped some lube up there too. I quietly opened the door, trying to look sexy. I had no clue if Mason would be waiting. He wasn’t, the whole house was quiet, and hardly lit. I made my way down the long dark hall to the room he had motioned to, my heart racing as I opened the large door. I found a large room, like a study, a big desk, bookshelves, a fireplace with a small couch in front of it, and in the corner a large liquor cabinet. It was very nice. Mason walked up to me with a drink in each hand. I took it from him and had a sip. At the same time, as if it had a mind of its own, the fireplace turned on and lit the room beautifully. It was quite romantic. I really haven’t been romanced much, fucked and used a lot, yes, but romanced, not really. This was different, and caused me to become even more nervous. We sipped our drinks as he gave me a tour of his house. He would kiss me, or grope me, or I'd feel him up as we went from room to room. He gently talked to me as he told me small bits of something personal in each room. In his living room, we stopped kissing for a second, and he told me, “Your beautiful.” I had never really been told that before by a guy in such a sincere way, it almost caused me to start crying from joy.

Before I knew it, we were upstairs in his bedroom, and I just couldn’t wait a second longer. The moment I saw his bed, I immediately got down on my knees and opened his pants, his cock just shot right out and smacked me on my eager face. “Please Daddy, I’m dying to worship your cock!” I let out a little moan as I started to suck his cock. I didn’t wast time teasing it, I had done enough of it and I got right to deep throating it as best I could. I wanted to make him feel as good as I could. I really started to get into it. He grabbed my head, fucking my throat with his cock, the pace was fast. He moaned in pleasure as his dick used me. It was so thick and so long it was all I could do to relax and enjoy it. My little locked up clitty was leaking in my panties, I was already getting close to cumming. Then, without much warning, he pulled his huge dick out of my mouth and started cumming all over me!! It was so much cum!! I jerked his dick with my mouth open as he shot one massive load after another on my face, in my mouth, on my hair, and all over the rest of my body. I moaned in pleasure, as I came too! I’ve come to love being covered in cum. a part of me was a little sad it was over so soon. I loved it so much. He must have been cumming for at least thirty seconds. I was very well covered in his sperm.

I looked up at him, clearly desperate for more as I gently jerked his dick. “I’m not done yet, you little cum slut, kiss it.” He demanded and a shot of joy and arousal flew through me as I gently kissed his dick. Teasing it and gently sucking on the head of his cock. I did this for only a few minutes as I could tell he was getting ready for more. He grabbed me by my hair and pulled me up to his bed. I felt so helpless and weak. I fucking loved it!! He threw me onto his bed face first. My ass in the air, and my heels on the ground. He put his hand on my head, so I couldn’t get up, pinning me down. “I’m going to fuck you so hard you little slut!!” With his free hand he raised my dress and in one quick motion ripped my patties off of me! They were soaked at this point. “Yes Daddy!! Please use me!!” I desperately squealed like a little girl! He spread one of my ass checks, put the head of his cock right on my tight hole and in one strong thrust shoved it all the way in so hard his balls slapped against me. I moaned loudly, it was a mixture of pain and pleasure as he quickly pulled it out to just the tip and thrusted it all the way back in again. I knew right way, this was going to be a very rough night as he started to pound me over and over again. It was so intense I could hardly breathe through all the moans! In only a minute of this, I came again. “Oh my god!! I’m fucking cumming!! Oh fuck yes daddy!!” This only seemed to motivate him to go harder. I wasn’t sure if I could keep going, but I had no choice as he used my body for his pleasure.

After I came a third time, he flipped me onto my back, wrapping his arms under my legs and then reaching up to pin my wrist above my head, so my ass was very open and exposed and my heels were up near my head. I was pinned again and at his mercy as he thrusted himself back inside of me effortlessly. He continued to fuck me with the same intensity as before, eventually bringing me to a fourth orgasm!! This is the most I’ve come in months combined and the most I’ve ever cum in one night in my whole life!! Oh my god, is his cock magic??!! I moaned like a little bitch “thank you for using me with our superior prefect dick!! Oh my god yes!” he seemed to like this “You like being my little cum slut? Huh, you faggot bitch! You're addicted to my cock and cum aren't you?” I was in heaven lying there covered in cum as he fucked me into another orgasm. “Oh my god yes daddy! I need it! I need your cock!! Please, I need your cum! I'll do anything!” I screamed in my girly little voice. He then grunted hard as I could feel his cock flooding my ass with his cum! It was was much and didn’t seem to stop! He just kept thrusting over and over! So deep and hard! He kept cumming, and his pace started to slow, eventually coming to a stop. He then slid out of me and a stream of cum ran from my gapping asshole. I moaned in pleasure.

He released me from being pinned down and stood up looking at me. I laid there, covered and filled with his cum, my legs still open, showing him what he had done to me. He started at me with a little smile on his face, as if admiring his work and whoreish need for him. “Go clean up, comeback naked.” He said as he gestured to his bathroom. “Yes daddy.” I said in a cute seductive voice and left to go clean up. Very few times have men ever actually seen me completely naked. I just don't feel right that way, I feel better dressed sexy. Kailey has instated that’s not ok, and I guess I agree. I took my cum covered dress off and gently whipped the cum off my chest, body, and face, trying not to ruin my makeup. It was too late for that really. I dapped the cum out of my hair, I decided to leave my heels on. I felt like that was still sexy, and I nervously walked out to his room. He was naked too, and had gotten us both some water. “Come here girl.” He stood by the bed looking so strong and sexy. I walked over to him and he gently kissed me. “I'll drive you home in the morning. We need to sleep.” He said as he pulled back the covers of his bed and motioned to me to get in. I sat on his bed and slipped my heels off, leaving them if I needed to get up. I put my feet up on the bed, trying to look sexy as I did. He was looking me up and down, he seemed to like what he saw. He walked around to the other side and pulled the sheets back, and laid down next to me, his arm raised as to have me cuddle on him.

CUDDLE!? No man has ever cuddled me before! They usually use me and then leave me. The few times I did stay over at a guy's house he never wanted to cuddle! I felt like a real girl, truly, as I nestled up to him in his arms. He was so strong and so much bigger than me, I felt safe with him. We both looked down at each other's naked bodies for a while as I started to drift off to sleep. The differences between our bodies were so obvious, I really did look just like a small girl with tiny boobs and a little piece of metal. Mason looked like a strong, tall, ideal example of a man. At some point, he pulled the sheets up and turned off the lights, but I hardly remember that at all. I slept harder than I had in a long, long time.

I woke up suddenly from a dead sleep in an almost panic. I had no idea what time it was or if last night was even real! I looked over at Mason, who was still fast asleep. I got up from bed and slipped on my heels. I walked around to find out what time it was, but there wasn’t a clock anywhere, and I left my clutch in Mason's car last night! I guess my heels clicking around on his wood floor woke up Mason. He looked at me with sleepy eyes, but seemed to enjoy what he was seeing. “What’s up girl?” He said as the sheets over him began to grow from his huge erection. I was flattered that he thought I looked so good, but I did need to know what time it was. “Do you know what time it is?” I asked nervously. Mason rubbed his eyes and reached down to his pants on the floor, fishing for his phone. “It's 8:16, why? You got somewhere to be?” I seemed to know the answer before I could respond, getting up out of bed. “Yes, I have a doctor's appointment this morning, can you please give me a ride home?” I didn’t want to rush out like this, but I didn’t feel like I had much choice. “Yeah, go put your dress on.” He said as he walked to his closet. “You like coffee?” He asked me as I walked into his bathroom to get my dress. “Yes, but we don’t had time.” I called back. “We do. Latte?” he said confidently. I yelled as I peed. “Sure, do you have vanilla?” I was confused how we would have time. “Two coffees in travel mugs. My usual and one vanilla latte. Have the vanilla waiting in the car.” He said out loud as if to someone else. I picked up my dress and wished I had cleaned it. It was covered in dried cum, and smelled like it too.

I was looking for a towel to clean it when Mason walked in. “I have a thing as well this morning, but my assistant will give you a ride.” I looked at him kind of shocked "Oh, someone else is driving me?” He started the water in his gorgeous shower. “Yeah, now put your dress on, you don’t want to be late.” He said looking at me with a seriousness to him. “Um do you have something I can clean it with?” Holding up the dress to display all the cum stains. “No, there’s no time for that. You remember the way out, right?” He said as he got into the shower. I can't believe he’s making my walk of shame even more humiliating. I was embarrassed, but I did have to leave. I zipped up the dress and felt like a total slut. Why did this hurt? I’ve been used by so many guys, it's never bothered me like this before. I walked back into the bedroom and found my panties. I picked them up to put them on, only to remember that they were ripped in half, and couldn’t be worn. I hung my head in shame as I left his room and walked through his large house to his front door. As I approached, I heard a woman’s voice call out from behind me. “Hello there.” I jumped and let out a loud gasp! I turned to see a tall, beautiful red head walking towards me. She was in four inch pumps, sheer stockings, a very tight black pencil skirt suit, with a sheer white shirt. Her hair up in a bun. In her hand she had a travel mug. She looked very sexy, and I was immediately jealous and confused.

“Sorry about that, I didn’t mean to frighten you.” her voice was one of the prettiest I'd ever heard, and it only made me more jealous. “Here's your vanilla latte, do you have everything?” She said as she handed me my coffee, looking me up and down my cum stained dress. I felt so judged and was so shocked I could hardly think. “Oh um, I need my clutch.” I hardly spoke. “I’ve already moved it to the car we are taking, shall we go then?” She said, gesturing to the door. I hung my head, so embarrassed as I turned to walk out the door, showing the cum on the back of my dress as well. “Well, I see you sure gave him a good time last night. He did quite a number on you! Most girls don’t get that much!” She almost giggled. My face became flushed red ad I opened the door. There was a car waiting for us. It was a nice black BMW M3. The woman walked to the driver's seat and started the car as I got in the passenger's seat. As we started to drive off she spoke up. “I’m Amber by the way.” I just wanted to disappear. “Rose.” I could hardly get out. “Who are you exactly?” She smiled, trying not to laugh. “I’m Masons assistant.” I wanted to know more, but I was still shook from this humiliating experience “and what do you assist with?” she smiled again. “With whatever he needs, like driving his slutty dates home.” She then looked at me “or work hard making them coffee.” I felt immediately like I was being rude and took a sip. “Oh my god.” Just slipped out “This is amazing coffee!” I quietly spoke, stunned by what was going on. “Thank you.”

“So do you live with Mason?” I wanted to know what was going on with this girl! “I live in my own separate part of the house.” Her voice was beautiful, but I wasn’t happy with her short responses. She drove along as we sat in silence. This whole thing was so shocking. It all felt like a dream more than reality. I looked down at my cum stained dress, I felt humiliation and embarrassment as well as a turned on. “Do you sleep with him?” It just dribbled out, I couldn’t stop it! I felt frozen, I couldn't believe I said it! “No, that’s not a part of my job. Besides, he’s not my type.” Amber seemed compassionate for the first time. She also seemed shocked, like other girls had wanted to ask, but none of them had. “Your different you know, he never talks to be about his dates, he was genuinely excited about you.” This brought me so much joy to hear! “Thank you.” I said quietly through my smile. Just then, we pulled up outside my place. I looked at Amber, and with genuine kindness, “Thank you for the ride, and the amazing coffee Amber, I hope to see you again.” She smiled. “You're a nice girl Rose, I hope to see you too.” I closed the door and started for the building. I got in the elevator and looked at my phone for the first time this morning. Oh my god, Kailey had called me five times! I rushed to our front door as soon as I could.

I opened the door and Kailey was standing there in a sheer long robe and small slip on pumps, she was completely naked underneath and looked incredibly worried. “Oh my god Rose are you ok?!” She rushed to give me a hug. “What happened last night, who was that who dropped you off? Why didn’t you answer me?” She was talking so fast. She looked me up and down and noticed my cum covered dress and paused. “Well, I see whatever happened wasn’t so bad! You little slut! Tell me all about it girl!” Her worry and fear turned to excitement and curiosity. We walked down the hall to my room as our heels clicked in unison. I could hear her shower running. “Oh, Tony is here by the way, he stayed over last night. Wait, you have your appointment soon! We need to hurry and get you ready!” She said as she started to rush me along. As I undressed and jumped in the shower, Kailey sat in my bathroom and listed to me to tell her about my crazy night. Like me, she had so many questions, and like me, was also unhappy with them not being answered. She was so surprised about Amber and with how Mason had treated me, with the cuddling and then the kick out. She was kind enough to pick out my outfit for my doctor's appointment as I got myself ready. She picked a short white leather skater skirt and a pink leather cropped tank top and a pair of pink leather pumps and a small white leather bag to match. It was a super cute outfit, perfect for the hot summer day. I did my makeup to match; a light smokey eye with long lashes and light pink glossy lips. Some rhinestone hoop earrings, a thin rhinestone choker and bracelet and anklet, and a small thin rhinestone belt to give it an extra girly vibe.

Kailey left to get herself ready and to tell Tony that we were leaving. She met me by the door in a perfectly complimented outfit to mine. She had a pink skirt and bag and a white top and heels. She was in a super good mood and seemed very excited about my appointment and then for the brunch we were going to have after. Kailey was going to drive. I was thankful for that, I was still tired from last night. I didn’t get much sleep after all. She was the only one who really knew what this appointment was about, but I was starting to suspect that it was about something I was a little afraid of. It was about breast implants. At this point, I could never go back to being a boy, not that I even want to, but I did realize that fake boobs would take this to a whole new level. I wasn’t sure if that was something I wanted, but somehow I felt like it wasn’t even up to me. I know at this point I’m never going to be freed from this cage, and I can't even remember what life is like without it. I also don’t feel like I need it either, so she shouldn’t be controlling me with it, but it still feels like she is in charge, like I belong to her. I don’t know why, but I kind of prefer it that way, and I could tell she feels the exact same. I guess in a short period of time I know what my future holds, and I know that Kailey would never do anything to make me less girly, so I can be the full about that!

- Katierosedreams Og Cap

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