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Chapter Two || Who's the Goose if I'm the Duck?

Updates Hi again! I didn't expect the first to be super popular, as it's such an introductory chapter. I have a few things planned, and I'm excited to do them, even if no one reads them. With that being said, welcome to chapter two! I am nervous about this chapter ngl...

Chapter Two of "Standing Again" Pairing: Jamie Tartt x Reader Rating: T for teens word count: 7.8k Warnings: swearing, Talk of injury, Injury-related trauma, PTSD behaviors, Alcohol is mentioned. anxiety

Synopsis:

You've been here a week, and you've been pretty busy. Between keeping track of others and your needs, you reflect on how hectic your first week was. Having a party to wrap up your week isn't a horrible idea, is it? Cheers to new friends.

They say quit if you don't like your job in the first two weeks. But what about a job you're only a few days into?

You'd been here a week and wanted to pull your hair out. How was it difficult to manage a singular aspect of twenty-three adult men's lives? The one aspect that, even then, they had the most input on? The answer was complicated, and honestly, if it wasn't for the lavish pay, you wouldn't still be here, in your office with the lights of your kitchen and office off as you sat in your chair slumped back as far as physically possible. Things couldn't be that bad, could they? Maybe you were overreacting slightly. You sigh, forcing yourself to sit upright, causing the LED auto lights of nightmares to turn on, blinding you.

Groaning, you avert your eyes and dig through your desk for a notebook. It was a simple black leather-bound notebook with your initials etched, a gift from your mom when you started playing. She told you that even the best players have thoughts on improving. That's why they were and are the best at the game. It hasn't been used in three years, but you flipped through the book, looking at what you wanted to improve back then: Plays, strategies, teamwork bonding. Everything was in this little book of yours.

You pull out a pen from your desk, uncapping it. You sit for a moment, thinking about what to improve on in this new role of life. Instead, though, you decide perhaps venting to yourself would be a better use of your time. So, putting pen to paper, you begin to write.

Tuesday: people could not respond to an email. Why am I hunting down grown adults? That's not my job.

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Your morning started just like every morning before. You got up at 5:25 am, ate breakfast, had some tea, got dressed, brushed your teeth, brushed your hair, and left your flat at 6:30, ensuring you locked up. Putting your earbuds on for your morning run and commute to work. Your run takes you through the city proper, past many shops and parks, passing school children playing football in their uniforms before class, and older couples just enjoying their time outside in the nice weather. No difference from the morning before besides the warmth that the morning before didn't have. Your morning commute gets you to the football club at 8:05, in theory, your usual time.

You make it into the building, giving small hellos and nods and heading straight to your office. Pulling out your keys, you unlock the large metal door and unlock it heading into the kitchen. You turn on all the lights before heading into your office, shutting the door behind you, and sitting in your chair. You look around before looking down at the picture to the right of your desk and smile, wishing your former team a good morning and turning on your computer. Most of your morning comprised of double checking the order from the week before would be accurate and seeing what you'd be receiving this week. You also spent a good chunk of the morning filing away any paperwork left behind in your filing system. By the time late morning rolled around, you'd finished most of your morning checklist. You remembered that you needed to check your email to see who had responded to the one thing you told the team to do. The real question was if anyone was paying enough attention to do what you'd asked of them. Logging in, you check your email; to your shock, almost everyone has responded. The first few you saw were those you expected to respond promptly.

Danni Rojas

Jan Maas

Issac McAdoo

Colin Hughes

Roy Fucking Kent (he actually put that as his name on the email)

Looking through most of the responses, you had most of the team on the list Rebecca graciously provided. You decided to look into the responses you received from the team and get an idea of what they enjoyed eating. Between Sam asking for more traditional Nigerian food, Issac asking for a more protein-heavy diet, and Roy essentially sending you a grocery list, you were glad that people took your position seriously and respected the effort you wanted to put into the job. However, there is always one stick in the mud when getting every cow in the barn.

Jamie Fucking Tartt

Of course, he hadn't filled out the only thing you'd asked of him. By nature, Jamie was a prick who only did things if they were convenient for him. Filling out a survey for the new person on something he didn't care about was not on his mind or even remotely in his brain. Of course, you knew you had a hunch this would happen but not right out the gate. Remembering you have an actual task, you pull yourself away from putting the information in the computer and get up to walk out of your office. Jamie could be in only a few places: the pitch, the locker room, or just not there at all. All options are logical places for footballers to be. You decided the first thing to do was check the locker room and then go from there. The locker room was close to your office, so it didn't take too long for you to get there. Knowing it was a locker room and having been raised with some semblance of manners, you knocked before entering. However, upon arrival, the locker room was empty. Not a single soul was in sight; you knew they had not left for any games. So that meant they had to be outside on the pitch… that Higgins never took you to.

A frown crossed your face; this meant they were outside on the pitch, and you didn’t know how to get there from inside the building. However, this presented you with a unique opportunity. Sure, you had been down here just yesterday, but you didn't get to look around, and maybe you'd catch the Kitman and he could walk you to the pitch. You walked in just to look around, observing people's lockers. Everyone's lockers have a touch of them. Jamie's iconic icon hat sat on the top shelf of his cubby. Sam had his photo of the Nigerian National Team. Jan has his little Netherlands flag on his own. Everyone had something to care about in their lockers. You turn to look at the coach's office and catch a glimpse of yellow above the door. The bright yellow sign says ‘BELIEVE’. You smile to yourself knowing this had to be Ted’s doing. He seemed like the kind of guy who, if he could put it everywhere he could, even a tattoo. That brought laughter to yourself, the silly idea of Ted with a ‘believe’ tattoo. Shaking your head you reach up to gently tap the sign above the door and walk back out of the locker room. Standing outside the door you look down the hallway. Trying to figure out how to get to the pitch.

You had three options: ask someone, wander until you find the walkway to the field, or hop the fence.

The first option would save you some time, even if you felt it was embarrassing, the second would take longer but you felt your pride would be saved. The third… well you didn't even entertain as it was foolish. Weighing your options… you decided that you'd wander because there was no way you would ask your boss how to get to the pitch. You walk down a few random corridors before realizing for a small building, they sure have a lot of random hallways here. You sigh in slight defeat, before deciding to head back toward the locker room and try the hall it's attached to. You head back the way you came, heading towards the locker room and rounding the corner before running face-first into someone.

That someone, as you looked up, happened to be none other than one and only Roy fucking Kent; you were able to get out a nervous " "sorry…"

Looking down at you, Roy frowns, as if he had just been run into. It had never occurred to you just how tall Roy was. He wasn't overly tall, but he was tall enough to be intimidating if he were standing over you, like now. He grunts in response. “It's alright; just watch where you’re going.” He brushes his clothing down. “What are you doing down here?”

During this, you decided to check your email on your phone just in the rare chance you had received a reply. Nothing. Hearing the question, you looked up. “Looking for the pitch. Higgins didn't show me the way, and I'm pretty sure that was on purpose.”

Roy nods in understanding before letting out a slightly annoyed grunt. “Right, Gimme a second.” He turns around and briefly walks into the locker room before returning without the bag he brought. Looking down the hall that you had not gone down yet, as the hall was like a t-shaped intersection, he points down, “That hall takes us to the pitch.” with that he turns around and begins walking down that hall, before calling over his shoulder, “Come on then, let's go.”

You nod and follow him down the corridor, keeping up with his faster walking speed. You notice that sometimes if he steps funny, he limps. This reminds you of your leg and how you sometimes had to coddle yourself. It brings you a sense of relief and a small smile.

“Oi, next time fucking ask instead of wandering around like a lost kid.” he slowed his pace down so that you two could be in step together. Mostly so you didn't wander off again. Roy must have had a sixth sense of existent joy, or maybe he was a natural buzzkill you had no idea.

“Yes sir” you grumble stuffing your hands into your pockets, cheeks puffed out, sulking like a little kid.

You two walk in awkward silence down the rest of the hallway. As the two of you reach the end of the hall he opens the door for you letting you walk out first. You thank him politely as you walk out the door. Earning a standard grunt of what you had come to realize translated to you’re welcome

Emerging from the tunnel you had to shield your eyes from the glaring sun that was right in your eyes. Adjusting to the sun's angry beams of light and vitamin C, you look around the pitch. Aside from the players running drills, the pitch was in clean condition. The stadium was of good size and in Richmond colors blue and red and you looked up and behind you, you could see Ms. Welton's office from where you stood. You turn back around to walk over to where the four coaches were huddled up talking about different drills the team would be working on, trying to feign your disinterest you clear your throat to catch the group of men's attention.

“Well, howdy there doc! How are you this morning?” Ted turned around and smiled widely at you hands on his hips, “Mighty fine weather this morning aint that right fellas?” he nudges, Nate to his left and Beard to his right who both nod and give a mixture of ‘yeah, it's nice’ and ‘sure uh huh’ from both.

Roy stands next to them, arms crossed, and looks over to the pitch, where the team is currently scrimmaging. He loses all interest in the conversation behind him.

You snicker at Ted, looking out to the field, “Yes coach, it's good weather for practice. And even better weather for hunting down people who don't follow explicit directions from someone doing their job.” Honestly, you were not even all that mad, frustrated to hunt down someone, sure, but not angry. You look to the pitch, “Where's Tartt?”

Nate looks to Beard who shrugs watching the field, and Nate shakes his head in uncertainty. “Not sure, is there something you need (y/n)? I'm sure we can get it for you later.”

You shake your head. “You're going to get him to respond to an email?” You turn to Nate with a raised eyebrow. Based on how Nate looked at you, he must have realized that this wasn't an issue he could comment on. He seemed to try forming a sentence and moved on, paying attention to the field.

“Right those emails, I did remind everyone to respond to them before we left yesterday. Maybe it just slipped his mind (y/n).” Ted gently pats your shoulder, “But we can have Roy tell him to do it for you if that would help?”

Beard and Roy both scoff from the side.

“More like yell at him to do it,” Beard laughed before yelling out onto the field, “Don't forget the extra pass!!”

Your brow furrowed, arms crossed looking to the pitch, surveying the players, and realizing you hadn't seen Jamie on the field. “Is he even here?” and everyone shakes their head in response. Unannounced to you, every coach takes a step back from you. You pinch the bridge of your nose and inhale an annoyed breath. “Right of course why would he be punctual?” you ask out loud.

As you're asking this you feel something, no someone barrel past you, apologizing as they went, causing you to stumble and Ted and Beard try to help you keep your balance and not fall on your face. All of you look up to see one Jamie Tartt running towards the field, throwing a bag off to the side of the field. “Jesus fucking Christ” was all you could manage before standing up feeling somewhat winded from how hard he rushed past you.

“You’re late Tartt!” Issac yells from the far side of the field.

“I know I'm late!” he yells, grabbing one of the scrimmage vests from Will the Kitman and flashing a smile as he puts it on. " Cheers! " He then runs to the field to join his team. His hair is disheveled, and he is clearly out of breath. He probably ran the entire way from the car park, not paying attention that he just barreled through four coaches and a (y/n).

You stand there amazed, astonished, appalled, and probably now fuming. Everyone could sense your frustration more because of the lack of manners, and they all seemed to just ignore your frustration at the young striker. Except for Roy.

Roy doesn't look at you, “Watch the field, (y/n) Captains got it handled,” his response confusing you more before you turn to watch.

From where you stood all you could see was Issac and Jamie talking for a moment before Jamie bowed his head in defeat, took for the outside lines of the pitch and started running. Passing behind you and the other coaches, “Sorry for running into you!” he yelled as he ran by. Causing you to crack a small smile. It wasn't like it was a proper apology, but it was an apology. Looking at the four men, you nod, “It's an apology alright,” you take a deep breath of air seeing that everyone is still practicing as usual. “So someone wants to tell Tartt I need his email?”

The four coaches shrug amongst each other before Beard piped up, “Hey Jamie!!”

Jamie, on the far side of the track still doing laps, stopped and looked over, shielding his eyes so he could locate who yelled his name, “Yeah?!”

“Respond to (y/n) Fucking email!”

They got a very distant thumbs-up, “Got it, Coach!” and he kept it on his lap.

Beard turns around to you, “If he doesn’t, tell Roy, and he will hunt him down”

“The fuck I will,” Roy grumbles in slight annoyance. “I will, Don't let the prick push you around.”

You smile at all four coaches, “Thanks, coaches. Cheers!” You give them all a wave before heading back inside the building towards your office to start your orders for next week.

After you are out of earshot, Ted turns to Beard, “Think they got lost?”

“Yup”

“And Roy found them.”

“Yup”

“Probably got a lecture out of it.”

“Most definitely.”

“Well at least they didn't hop a fence” Ted blew his whistle, “Bring it in guys!”

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Thinking back on your Tuesday, it wasn't horrible, even after that mishap of getting lost. You did get the email from Jamie; he was like most of the younger gents, higher protein, low sugar, and things of that nature. Your afternoon was spent with Keeley, who insisted she couldn't work from her desk and had to spend time with you. Of course, until she had to actually leave. You enjoyed that she wanted to spend time with you; you hadn't spent too much time with friends, had you? When was the last time you called them? All the guilt from unanswered texts and calls started to creep into your thoughts, but you shook it off.

You look at the notebook again before putting pen to paper again. Writing about your Wednesday.

Wednesday: Everyone wants to know how I'm doing. I don't have an answer. But everyone also wants to know me and who I am. I don't know who I am anymore—or if I ever did.

Your morning started just like every morning before. You got up at 5:25 a.m., ate breakfast, had some tea, got dressed, brushed your teeth, brushed your hair, and left your flat at 6:30, ensuring you turned your lights and your flat was locked up. Putting your earbuds on for your morning run and commute to work. Your run takes you through the city proper, past many shops and parks, and past school children playing football in their uniforms. Some of those kids wave and say hello to you. Older couples just enjoy their time outside in the nice weather. No difference from the morning before. Your morning commute gets you to the football club at 8:05.

What had you in such a good mood? Order day. Why did that have you in such a good mood? A day just to yourself. As you had realized, you had to talk to the team about their diet goals and were constantly asked about different things. You didn't just hang out in this windowless box all day.

You hadn't been in your chair more than five seconds before the main door to your office swung open with such force that it hit the door stoppers on the backside of the walls, causing you to jump and look towards the door to see who it was.

You don't know what you expected, but it was not Keeley and Roy. Keely led the charge as she ran inside. “(y/n)! Good morning!” She ran to your office and put a takeaway coffee cup on your desk with the biggest smile. “I got it just the way you like it. I did show them the photo you sent me, so it's as right as it could be, right?” Keeley watched you with anticipation as Roy rolled his eyes.

You stare at Keeley for a second. “I do appreciate that. Thank you, Keeley. You made no effort to grab the cup, but where did you meet Keeley's puppy-dog eyes?”

“She wants you to drink it,” Roy grumbles from the doorway; he looks around your office intently.

Your office was rather bland still; as far as office effects of your own, it wasn't quite up to your character yet. Give you a few weeks, some free time, and a day you drove to work. This room will be screaming that it is your space. You take the cup Keeley brought you with a genuine smile of gratitude and take a sip. It wasn't quite the temperature you were used to, but it was simply because of transportation. Also, it tasted even better because it was free.

Your happiness appeased Keeley, who plopped down in one of the chairs across you, smiled, and pulled out her phone. “So, babes, how are you liking it here? You love it, right? Is this the best job you've ever had? I mean, besides being a pro footballer, right?”

You had just sipped your drink before smiling sheepishly at Keeley, “I've been here not even three days. You gotta give me at least two weeks before I can answer you honestly.” You set your drink down and looked over to Roy, who was now looking at his phone.

Roy let out an annoyed sigh but kissed Keeley on the cheek, “Gotta go cheers, love,” and left promptly.

Keeley smiled and waved him off until she heard the metal doors shut, and she sat up as if possessed by some sort of muppet, “god, he's hot… Oh! So I was thinking, since it's your first full week here, maybe on Friday we should hit the pub with the team for a welcome dinner or something! Since all the boys seem to find you intimidating.”

You take a sip out of your cup with one eyebrow raised before you set the cup down again. " They find me intimidating? Why?” At this point, you were emailing Rebecca about something completely unrelated to work.

Keeley shrugs a bit, “Because you’re fit, built, and don't take anyone's bullshit, Roy told me you came out to the pitch to get Jamie to follow a simple instruction!” she leaned forward in her seat, arms propped up and supporting her chin on the flat backs of her hands. “Honestly, Jamie could use someone like you, I mean, he's got Roy, but like an actual friend, and maybe that could be you.”

You let out a dry chuckle, “Give him enough time, and he will become as callused and jaded as Roy and me.” you hum to yourself. “As far as the pub goes, I dunno, Keleey, I have been here less than three full business days. Don't want to get anyone's hopes up.”

Keeley starts to protest, but there's a knock on the door frame of your office; both of you look over to see Jamie standing in the doorway, wearing his Richmond tracksuit and holding two cups. “Mornin’ doc- morning Keeley. Ah, Doc, I brought you some coffee. I dunno if you drink it, but to apologize for not doing what you asked the other day.” Jamie entered the office, putting the cup next to the one Keeley had brought. “Ah, didn't know you'd already gotten some.”

Are you taking it anyway? Absolutely. " It's the thought that counts. What even is it anyway?” you ask, studying him. The young striker stood with a posture exuding arrogance and well-earned confidence. He was well-kept. His trainers looked like they would cost at least three months' rent these days, but that's what happens when you're the famous Jamie Tartt.

A grin of pride crosses his face when you take the drink, “Just a vanilla latte, and no need for extra stuff in it, you know?” you nod in agreement with him.

“Oh! Jamie, what do you think about the team hitting the pub on Friday to do a welcome dinner for (y/n)?” Ah, yes, the glint in her eye, then I will get my way look many have failed to save themselves from.

Jamie either didn't notice, or he was already sold before she batted her eyelashes at him on the matter; either way, he was sold on the idea the second he heard it. He gasps, and his eyes light up, "“"Oh! That would be wicked! We can go to Crown and Anchor, and they can meet Mae; you've met Mae, right? But hell yeah, I’m in! Think we could get the boss lady to come too and cover the tab?” he asks Keeley leaning into her side and gently elbowing her.

This was it; what you realized was your chaotic sibling dynamic; yeah, sure, they dated, but they seemed to be good friends still, and you could see that they got along wonderfully. So cheers to them, really. You let out a small chuckle. Catching the two's attention. “It's nothing.. If you want to set up a dinner, be my guest. I just don't think it should be about me.” you look up at the clock, “Tartt, you better run, or Roy is going to make you run 30 laps on your own for being late.”

Jamie looked up at the time and sighed in defeat. " Yeah, he will… but yeah, keels, we should do it! Can you text me the info later?” he asked, running backward before turning to run out of the office and to the pitch.

Keeley smiled and looked over at you. " Dinner on Friday, six p.m.; don't be late.” She gave you a mock salute before disappearing to ask Rebecca about paying for her impromptu Friday night team dinner.

You stretch yourself out in your chair before looking at the time. You had nothing better to do for the rest of your morning since nothing important was until the afternoon. Getting up, you head outside, deciding to wander to the pitch so you can sit in the stands to watch the team practice.

“(y/n)!!”

Hearing your name being called behind you, you turn around to see Rebbeca power walking towards you.

“I'm glad I caught you. Where are you headed?” Rebbecca looked out of breath as if she had been running in her heels for half a kilometer, but she put herself back together quite quickly.

You turn and point towards the hall to the pitch. “Heading out to watch them practice since I've got time to kill until the afternoon.”

Rebecca nods, “I see. Shall we go together? So we can see how the team is?” She was polite, but you knew she was telling you that you had no say in the matter. You nod, receiving a smile that could only be described as devious. Rebecca starts walking away, and you follow shortly after her to keep up with her Gazelle-like gait. The two of you sit in the top row of the stands, and the team's therapist is not too far ahead of you. But she seems to pay you, and Rebecca has no mind as you sit down.

Adjusting in her seat, Rebecca clears her throat to mostly catch your attention. “So, how are you adjusting? I know it's been a while since you've been near football. Hopefully, you're settling in, well, yeah? " She doesn't look at you, but you can feel you have her full attention now.

Glancing at her before looking back towards the pitch, your eyes on the 11v11 practice they are doing. Seeing how Isaac and Sam can keep the ball moving so Dani can score brings a smile. " I'm doing alright. I can’t complain about it, mostly because if I did complain, it wouldn't help anyone, would it? But no, I'm adjusting just fine.”

Rebecca nods in understanding, the two of you in silence before she speaks up again. “When I started running the club, I considered making a women's team. Since all the other clubs have one, why couldn't we? Rupert said it was in poor taste, but I still hang onto that idea.”

You nod, leaning back in your seat. " That sounds stellar. It would work well if we could get back to premiere status.”

“Yes, well, maybe one day. I mentioned it because you were one of my draft picks if we could have—” you cut her off.

“The shot was clear from half the field away! Zoreaux should have seen that and probably could have seen it! At the very least, predict where the damn ball was headed! Why was he on the off side of the box?” you lean forward in your seat, annoyed; even if it was just practice, an unprotected goal is a point for the other team, whoever you ask. You frown, watching the goalkeeper before looking back at Rebecca, “I'm so sorry- you were saying?”

She smiles at you, shaking her head. " It's good to see that the love for the sport doesn't die when you leave the pitch.”

You nod with a small smile. “Raised in it. I have a brother who plays for Arsenal and another who coaches for Sunderland.” You think about it for a second. “We play Sunderland. In what? Three weeks, right?”

Rebecca thinks momentarily before pulling out her phone to look at her calendar. “Ah yes, three weeks from this Saturday. Why?”

You shake your head, “Oh, no reason. Just curious.”

“Right… Oh! Keeley mentioned a welcome dinner for you this Friday, and I think that would be a wonderful idea to get you to know the team better. I'd love to go, but I have plans with my god-daughter on Friday. But I will cover the tab. I do hope that you have a lot of fun, though.” She gives your shoulder a slight squeeze. Before her phone started buzzing, she let out a deep sigh. “I do have to go now… If you need anything while you're here (y/n), please don't hesitate.” she gives you one last pat on the shoulder before leaving you in the stands with nothing but yourself, your thoughts, and the team's therapist. Who had turned around to look at you at some point?

You give a wave and a slight smile; she only nods back at you before turning around. You sigh, get up, and head back to your office. On your way back in, the team was heading in so they could grab lunch; you stood off to the side so all the gents could get into the locker room. Most gave brief hellos; you got a fistbump from Collin, Danni high-fived you, Isaac dabbed you up, and Jamie greeted you by name. Honestly, you found all of it weird but endearing simultaneously.

“Howdy, howdy, Doc (y/n). How are you doing?” He came and stood beside you, watching everyone head into the locker room.

“Everyone wants to know that, don't they? Do you always have an answer to that question, coach? " You put your hands in your pockets.

Ted also stood there with his hands in his pockets, shaking his head, “Not always. But I think we all mask our feelings by avoiding the question or giving such routine answers that we sometimes forget to talk about what's wrong.”

You nod, “I can see why we have a club therapist.”

“Indeed. Oh, hey, Jamie mentioned a little team dinner for you since it's your first week. I know you're not too keen on it—Jamie told us that too—but I think it would be fun. Get the team out to dinner! Bond with us, share tales of your time on the pitch, and tell people how you got that wicked nickname.” He gently nudges you and smiles, “What do you say? Come to dinner with us on Friday.”

You sigh. Honestly, you wanted to decline. You wanted to remain by yourself, be the person who randomly needed specific updates, and leave at 5 p.m. every day. However, this group wore you down. You nod in response. “Fine, but the lads get me for a pint, and that's it.”

Ted nods with a broader smile, " Sounds good to me,” he heads into the locker room. Hey guys, (y/n) said yes!” You could hear the locker room erupt with yells, hoops, and hollerings as you shook your head and walked back to your office, pulling out your phone.

Unlocking your phone, you scroll down through some of your messages until you land on a familiar name: your brother, Archie, or, in your phone, Brother Sunderland. You stared at his contact photo for a moment. It was of him and his two sons, Jason and Ian. Jason was ten, and Ian was seven the last time you saw either of them. With whatever courage you had, you decided to text Archie before you lost your nerve.

Hey, just me. See you at the Richmond vs Sunderland game.

Quickly pocketing your phone, you head back to your office. For the rest of your day

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The rest of your Wednesday went smoothly, with the order being put away and lunches made for the next day. You never made the team eat whatever you made, but it was always a viable option for them. Labeling everything for everyone. It was relaxing to be alone, and you listened to the Arsenal match vs. Chelsea. And left at 5pm. Just like every day before it. Thursday was also much like the day before, with the same morning routine and work routine. Spent it with others and by yourself and went home at the same time, as normal.

The only thing is that you never received a text back from Archie. It hurt a bit, but you understood. People can't continue to reach out if you can't meet them halfway. You hurt him first.

You sigh, looking down one last time, and write down one previous entry.

Friday: team bonding dinner. Nervous as fuck; what if people don't like me? What if I don't like myself? I shouldn't go.

You think for a second. Standing up, you grab your backpack and your car keys. It had rained most of last night into the morning, so you drove just to be safe. You hear a knock on your office door and turn to see Jamie standing in his puffer vest with a sling bag on and that silly cap that says ICON. You wave, zipping up your bag. “Afternoon, Jamie. Can I help you?”

He shrugs, “Nah, I thought I'd come down and offer to drive you to the pub; I mean since you run every morning.”

You raise an eyebrow at him with a slight smirk, “Paying attention to someone besides yourself, Tartt. Careful people might get the wrong idea.” you pat him on the shoulder, walking past him with your backpack on and the hoodie you wore in. your clothes were nothing special just jeans and a plain black shirt, and a plain hoodie to go with it all. You twirl your car keys in your free hand. “But don't worry, Jamie, I drove.” you head out, shutting your lights off, Jamie trailing behind you.

“Ah yeah, that's good and all… what do you drive?”

You look over at him, “Tartt, is this you trying to be friendly, or are you trying to get something else out of me?” You mostly were teasing him, but you also know yourself well enough to know you could not let this go anywhere.

He shrugs, “Friends, I guess, I mean, you're fucking fit, but I got a career to focus on right now.” stuffing his hands in his pockets, he refuses to look over at you.

You shrug, “Don't worry about it. I get it. Dating as a footballer is not for the weak.”

“You had many boyfriends when you played?” You had his full attention now if you hadn't already.

“Nah, I don't have—I didn't have time for that.” As you approach the car park, you smile at him and pat him on the shoulder. “Riveting as this conversation is, I'll see you at the pub. Cheers, " you say, heading towards your car.

“Wait, you never answered my question!!” Jamie yelled after you, but you had already settled into your car, turning over the engine. You don't know what he thought you drove, but his eyes went a bit wide when he saw you in a 2016 Jaguar F-Type in white. You had to pull in front of him to turn out of the car park, and you rolled down your window and peeked your head out.

“Does this answer your question?”

He nods and smirks at you as you pull out of the park and head towards the pub, leaving not only him but a few of the other players standing in awe.

“Mate, was that (y/n)?” Isaac asks in awe.

“Sure was, mate.” Jamie nods.

“Think they’d give us a ride sometime?” Sam pipes up from beside Isaac.

“Beats me bruv. Come on, let's get out of here." Jamie and the others walked towards their own cars.

The Crown and Anchor was busy by the time you arrived. Since a lot of people had gotten off to start their weekends. You'd never been in here before, so you quietly made your way to the bar, where an older woman was pouring pints for a group of three lads while watching the corner tele. The woman looks over at you with a smile, “What can I get you love?”

You shrug, “Just some water, please.” you push your hoodie sleeves up and watch the window, waiting for your coworkers to enter. Here, you were nervous about a group of twenty men wanting to hang out with you. You hadn't been so anxious since you first started primary school. You come to your senses when the woman sets some sparkling water before you. “Thanks… Mae, right?”

She smiles and gives you a wink, “The one and only. Welcome to Richmond, love. I hope you enjoy it here.” And she leaves you with that.

You smile, taking a sip of your water, but nearly choked by the firm arm wrapped around your shoulder; looking up, you see Isaac and Sam on either side of you. “Jesus Christ scared the shit out of me!”

“Coach said you'd stick around for one pint; water doesn't count even if it is a pint,” Isaac spoke so seriously that you could never tell if it was a joke or not. But he does crack a smile, “Mae! Three pints!” he lets go of your shoulder and nods as if inspecting if you are cool. “The f-type yours?”

You nod, “Yep, that's the first car I ever purchased on my own. I don't drive it much.” You smile at Sam, “Are the others coming, or did they cancel at the last second?”

“Oh, they are very much coming. We would not miss a chance to drink on the club's money. Besides, everyone wants to get to know you!” Sam's smile was infectious. During this, Mae had put down the three beers, and Sam and Isaac started drinking.

You go to say something, and the pub door swings open, and an absolute marching line of A.F.C Richmond players come into the pub chatting with each other, and Isaac and Sam wave everyone down to where the three of you sat. Everyone exchanged greetings. Everyone was there, well, besides Rebecca. Keeley, Roy, all the other coaches, and every team member were there. You managed to sneak off to a quieter part of the pub during this. Just sipping on your water, watching everyone chat, and have a good go at it. Eventually, people started to ‘settle’ in with their food and drink.

You watched them all from afar but turned to hear someone coming to sit next to you. Jamie.

“Come to seek me out?” you ask, eating a chip from your fish and chips.

“You disappeared, and the party is about you, bruv.” He takes a sip from his beer and attempts to steal an unguarded chip. But he receives a firm smack on the back of his palm, earning a pout from him. “Come on (y/n), one?”

You raise an eyebrow at him, “We are not friends enough to warrant chip stealing. However, I don't do parties. They make me nervous like my heart is in my mouth and my brain is in my stomach, and I'm never happy after them.” you state pretty bluntly. “I agreed to show up for a pint, not to socialize.” you take a bite out of a chip and lock eyes with Jamie, who nods at you before snatching your entire plate.

“Hey now! Give that back!” you try to grab it, but he's holding it over your head.

“Nah mate, you gotta eat with us.” he carries your plate to the group of your team and sets down the plate next to his own. Forcing you to join the team. “May I present unlucky 13!” This announcement has caused the team to start hooping and hollering at your arrival as you grumpily sit beside Jamie, arms crossed and slouched in your seat.

“You're a prick,” you mutter at him, getting a wink in response.

The rowdiness stopped as Ted stood up with his pint, “A toast to having (y/n) join our team, even if they are just making sure none of you boys starve.” This earned a laugh from the group. “I hope you find the same love for your career off the pitch as you probably did on the pitch. To (y/n)!!”

“To (y/n)!!” Everyone cheered and went back to their prior conversations. You didn't attempt to run away this time, but you did look to Jamie. “Get me a pint?”

He nods and gets up to the bar to get a drink. In his absence, Roy sits in the chair Jamie left. “I didn't think you'd get back in the game, did you?”

You nod, eating another chip. “Im fucking terrified. I know I'm not in the box, but being this close… it's nerve-wracking. What if I want to play again?” you look over at Roy. You'd known Roy a long time. Roy was a Sunderland academy product, and Archie played with him there.

He shrugs at your response, “then you fucking play the game. You can't be scared of your own fucking shadow (y/n). It's not like you're out on the fucking pitch anyways. You can't hurt your leg by making shit protein pasta with shit sauce.” he turns and looks you dead in the eye. “You're closer than you were before. Give it time.”

You scoff, “ill have. You know it's not fucking shit, and you know that if you fucking ate it.” you look up at him with a small smile. “Yeah, you're right. Don't ever expect me to want to run drills with you guys. Zoreaux needs to keep a better line of sight of the ball from further back. He miscalculated Wednesday's trajectory from the near half pitch.” you look over, seeing Jamie returning with your pint and take it with open arms, “Thank you, Jamie.” You take a sip of your beer. Even if you didn't like beer, it was just a good old tradition to tolerate at least one.

Roy gives you a pat on the shoulder, rolling his eyes. “Good night (y/n),” and he walks away to spend time with Keeley.

Jamie watches before sitting down. " Hanging out with grandad? You need better taste.” He takes a sip from his cup.

You shrug, “He's a friend.” you smile as the chat has turned into some stories of team members' youths and adventures they've been on. Even the coaches get involved. You learn more about Kansas than you'd ever thought you'd need to and the American school system. That was more terrifying than anything else. Everyone swapping stories. You listen but don't get too involved in sharing; your brothers are both footballers, but nothing too personal. The end of the night dawns closer, and you get up, grabbing your keys. You had only drunk one pint, and it had been a few hours. So you raise your hand, catching the team's attention.

“Good night, boys; I'll see you all tomorrow.” most of them remembered that they had a home game tomorrow against Derby County. And with that, you head out the door to your car. Hearing your phone ding from your pocket, you check it to see you have three missed texts. One was from Rebbeca, and I hope you enjoyed dinner and free drinks with her. Another was from Keeley telling you that she and Roy had to leave early for personal reasons; this text was followed by several crying emojis and made you laugh. The last one was from Jamie.

Jamie Fucking Tartt

Have a good night, hope ya had fun. Drive safe

You look up and back through the window, making eye contact with him. He smiles and waves at you as you wave back and climb into your car. Sitting in your seat, you slide down as far as you physically can, holding your face in your hands, “fuckkkkk,” you force yourself upright in the driver's seat and turn over your engine before buckling up.

Your drive was quiet and fast enough. You parked your car in the garage connected to your building. And head into your building. Heading to your flat on the first floor. Entering, you kicked off your shoes and dropped your bag in the kitchen. Heading to your bathroom to wash your face and brush your teeth. Your nighttime routine is uninterrupted. You plug in your phone, watch, and headphones. Everything that you would need for in the morning. Getting changed into your PJs, you collapse into your bed. Curling up in on yourself and looking at the ceiling. Thinking about how much you enjoyed the team here. This team was going to get even better. It didn't take too long before you drifted off with a smile on your face. Richmond was a good move for you.

You'd fallen asleep by this point, and your phone lit up with a notification.

Brother Sunderland

We need to talk. See you in three weeks.

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portgasdwrld · 2 years ago

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📞Wait a minute while I make you mine [part.3]

Featuring : Ace x fem!reader

Warning: suggestive, NSFW content mentioned, drama🤭

Part.4

Note: I love y’all

3. Love blurs

-Whats on your mind Ace ?

Enya asked the infamous Fire Fist as he took a sip of the beer he just got handed by the bartender. His eyes seemingly lost in a trail of thoughts which was somewhat unlike him. He looked at his new friend who was curiously sipping on a blue tinted cocktail.

The raven haired girl pushed her long hair behind her shoulders as she waved her hand in front of him.

-Sorry, was just thinking of stupid things

-Does the stupid thing link up to the girl we saw earlier?

She questioned him with a teasing smirk along with a shoulder nudge. His eyes locked with hers as he flashed a smug grin, connecting his lips again with his beer.

-Maybe? But it wouldn’t be too polite to think of another girl right now, wouldn’t it be?

He retorted while leaning slightly closer to the women next to him. Her eyes trailed on his body and his lips, before she looked away while rolling her eyes.

-Oh, give me a break Ace. Why aren’t you making a move on her already?

-Its complicated, alright? She isn’t so easy to figure out.

-She seems pretty easy to figure out though, you’re just a blind man like most.

-Huh??

He expressed with confusion with a cocked eyebrow.

-If you are only unsure about her feelings towards you, go for it and ask her, because otherwise shes attracted to you for sure.

She continued with an obvious tone that made Ace scoff. It wasn’t that simple. He knew that, but how can he easily admit to himself or to anyone, that bearing being rejected was unthinkable for him. It was probably an ego thing, but deep down his relation with love in general was blurry.

He loved your fun personality and the way you carry yourself. He thought you were the prettiest women alive and probably the one for him in this sea filled with thousands of other faces. It was simply hard for him to be honest with you. You that seemed to have life somewhat figured out and laughed like there was nothing to worry about in the future. He felt so distant but close to you, yearning to get to know you beyond the vibe that you purposely give off. Were you weak like him at times too? He wanted to know but if you didn’t reciprocate his feelings, he knew your friendship will take a hit too.

-I will see about that

He replied with a nonchalant tone to hide his inner dilemma that didn’t totally go unnoticed by Enya. It was clear he hoped to close the conversation with this vague statement, but she had something else in mind.

She scouts closer to him, leaning her upper body against his tan arm. Breast brushing his bicep as his nose filled with her perfume. Her fingernails resting on his right pecks as her warm breath hit his neck. Her lips closing up the distance with his ear after she left a kiss on his neck.

-Then what baby? Gonna fuck me while you think of her, use me to make her jealous until you figure out your feelings, make me cum while you whisper her name under your breath, mmmh?

She cooed before leaning back and watch the stain on his neck left by her red lipstick. She smirked before grabbing her blue drink, still holding Aces surprised but lustful gaze. She wrapped her lips around the straw while tilting her head slightly to the side with a devious smile.

His lips parted to say something, before a familiar voice left him even more speechless.

-I would like a Mojito, please~

This familiar voice that made him feel butterfly in his stomach, that voice that was suffocating his thoughts with feelings he couldn’t process. You were standing just next to him, in a short and revealing dress, a colour complimenting your skin tone perfectly, with simple jewelries and hair partially up.

Your eyes found his, but you had witnessed the whole scene. He seemed to realize as his pupils shift nervously while his body is turning completely in your direction. You stare at him up and down with a cold expression.

You grabbed your cocktail and left with a last look filled with disappointment and maybe hurt? But Ace couldn’t quit understand the situation. His body froze as he watched you walk away, joining Livia and the other member of the crew on a table not too far.

-Go after her.

He heard from Enya, a sentence delivered with a bored tone. He looked over his shoulder to stare at her.

-What? Why wo-

-Ace if you don’t fucking do this, you will ruin everything. So go after her and put your pride aside, omg.

She concluded while pushing his shoulder with a mischievous smile that brought more confusion to him than anything else. Ace stood up and looked nervously back to the table. He saw you laugh with Marco, while waving your hand at Livia who was leaving.

-Don’t forget to thank me later~

She somewhat yelled at him, while Ace was building his confidence up to appear as if nothing happened.

Well nothing happened, anyway.

He didn’t owe you to not flirt or have sex with another women. He wasn’t yours and you weren’t his.

Ace found a place next to Izou who shot him a “you fucked up man” stare.

-What are y’all eating?

He tried to ask casually avoiding the shift of atmosphere as he sat down across from you. You didn’t even acknowledge him and kept talking with Marco.

-Nothing for you! If you want food, go order yours, because we won’t have any left for us with your big stomach, Thatch joked with a laugh as he wrapped his arm around his younger brother neck.

Ace chuckled as he stole a fry from the cook’s plate, earning him a quick hit from him on his arm. He laughed even more, forgetting about the small incident, before Vista decided to throw a teasing comments, definitely not reading the room.

-I saw you were already flirting with ladies, Ace! You bastard, you’re always up someone skirt when we land somewhere!

He laughed while more commanders joined him , adding that he was popular with the girls with his good look. The fire user uncomfortably shifted on his chair as he let an awkward chuckle. His eyes naturally searched for yours, but you were avoiding him once again. Your expression was never more serious than right now, as you simply reached for a shrimp. You commented that they tasted great at Izou who nodded agreeing.

He noticed how Haruta nudged Vista hinting him to shut up as he pointed at you with his eyes. Vista’s face dropped as he understood the situation and tried to make it better, but failed miserably..

-But! We know Ace is a real man at heart..A gentleman who knows how to take care of a women’s he-

-What do y’all think about the fries? I feel like it could use some more seasoning.

Marco cut him off as the table became awkwardly silence with confused look thrown at each other. Ace sighed happy that the first division commander cut him off.

He needed to talk to you, it was the conclusion he came to. This situation between you and him couldn’t continue like that. Lucky him, you decided to stood up, saying that you wanted more of the shrimps. His eyes followed you, but you left the place under his concerned gaze.

He followed you ignoring how his fellow commanders cheered him on. He had a quick run outside the place and saw you outside sat on a long chair, removing your heels.

The early night was set, the moon light glittering over your skin. The smooth breeze brushing hour hair. You were backfacing him. He walked closer to you and was shocked to hear a muffled sound that sounded like you were crying. His heart dropped, making him stop walking.

-What do you want Ace?

You asked in a weak voice, not verifying if it was truly him who was there.

-I..I wanted to speak to you

He let out in an almost silent whisper, just loud enough for you to hear. He didn’t know why, but he felt so disappointed in himself. Was he the reason why you were crying? He made the person he likes tear up? His insecurities flowing through his veins, Ace found himself naturally taking a step back. Was he taking a step back from you, or from the evident thoughts of risking to lose love in another way once again?

-Ace?

You called out his name while your head titled slightly up, staring at the stars that you spend so much time studying. He loved how smart and passionated you are about astronomy. He hummed as an answer, eyes on your figure.

-How do you feel about me?

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darkficsyouneveraskedfor · 1 year ago

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Don't Speak 42

Warnings: this fic will include dark content such as dubcon/noncon, obsession, stalking, manipulation, reclusive behaviour, disordered eating, dissociation, and other possible triggers. My warnings are not exhaustive, enter at your own risk.

This is a dark!fic and explicit. 18+ only. Your media consumption is your own responsibility. Warnings have been given. DO NOT PROCEED if these matters upset you.

Summary: Reader is a reclusive loner who ventures down to the library on a simple mission. Her task is complicated by the man she meets there. (f!short!reader)

Character: librarian!Andy Barber

Note: Almost lost this chapter bc my computer went nuts.

As per usual, I humbly request your thoughts! Reblogs are always appreciated and welcomed, not only do I see them easier but it lets other people see my work. I will do my best to answer all I can. I’m trying to get better at keeping up so thanks everyone for staying with me <3

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Love you all. Take care. 💖

You hit delete chat in the conversation settings. You leave it just as blank as before and close out the app. Just like Dr. Kemp said to. He can’t be there right away but he has a better plan. You’re not good at those anyway.

All you have to do now is wait out Andy. He’ll be going to work come morning and you’ll be alone. Then you can take your things, the things that are really yours, and leave. Finally. You realise that’s exactly what you’ve been longing for. A way out.

The hard part is still ahead of you. Freedom is still just out of reach. You have to pretend that everything’s fine but you’re realising, you’ve been doing that for a while.

You shake off your nerves and roll the tears back behind your eyes. You can cry later. Even as your cheeks strain and your nose tingles, you resist. Not yet, not yet.

You finish tidying up the tablet, trying to leave it as you found it. With not much else than your drawings. You close the cover and bring it with you as you turn off the lights and head upstairs. You sop up the mess in the bathroom and leave it dark.

You hesitate to approach the bedroom. You hear Andy’s snores, low and steady. Your skin crawls. You enter and put the tablet on the small side table where you charge it. You hang the damp robe and face the bed.

For the first time in your life, you want to hurt someone. You’re not afraid of being the one hurt. You really want to hit him and kick him and just let out your fury on him. You can’t and you won’t. You’re not who he told you you are. And you’re not strong enough for that. You’re still too small, too weak.

So you near the bed and climb under the covers. You move slowly as you pull the duvet to your chin. He snorts, making you wince, and sidles up behind you as he wraps his arm around you. You go rigid but fight through the ice that threatens to encase you. He can’t know, he can’t know.

“Mmm, where were you?”

“Couldn’t sleep. Had a bath,” you squeak, putting your hand over his. You want to rip him away but instead, you squeeze, holding him tighter. “Sorry.”

“Nmph,” he grumbles and nuzzles your crown, just as quickly drifting back into his rhythmic snores.

You exhale little by little. You close your eyes but just as quickly open again. You know you won’t sleep. You can’t. Not with him as good as on top of you. Not knowing what awaits you in the morning. But mostly, not with that needling guilt in the nape of your neck.

Amber.

You betrayed your own sister. You treated her like a villain. You demonised her. You ostracised her. You left her!

You don’t know if she can ever forgive you. You can’t blame her for that. Worse, you don’t think you’d let her forgive you. You don’t deserve it.

You feel brittle as you bite down on your cheeks. No crying, not yet, you remind yourself. For once, you have to do things right. You have to follow through. It’s up to you now.

🕊️

“I didn’t know you could make crepes,” Andy smiles as he cuts into the roll, compote fruit and syrup oozing out.

You do your best to mirror him, making a show of nibbling away at your own food.

“I found a recipe,” you tap your tablet, not far from you.

“That’s great. You’re… doing better.”

“I’m trying,” you assure him, “I hope it doesn’t make you late for work.”

“Hm? Oh, no, breakfast with you is worth it,” he pops a bit into his mouth and hums. You regret not spitting in it, repulsed by the thought when it came to you, but now, not so much.

He can sit there and lie to you. It makes it easier for you to do the same. He’s been lying this entire time. Making you feel like you’re a problem. A burden. No, you were a thing to be used. To be exploited. He never liked you, the girl he calls dove, he only liked what he could get out of you. And he got off on it.

He took Amber from you. He did that. Yes, you’re stupid for falling for it but he knew what he was doing. He lied to you. And you know exactly how he did it.

He took all that therapy and twisted it around on you. You wonder why he even bothers with Dr. Kemp when he’s not trying to change. More than the narcissist he branded your sister, he’s a psychopath. You found that on the internet too.

Bitter, angry, hateful. You’ve never felt this way before. You’ve never truly loathed anyone. Not even your grandfather. His fists were nothing compared to Andy’s emotional battering.

“Well, don’t let it get too cold. They get gummy,” you force a smile, only fed by the thought of what comes after. Of what you’re going to do when he leaves.

Run.

🕊️

When Andy leaves, you’re in the kitchen tidying up. You left all the dishes in a stack to make a convincing show for him. You’ll be busy all day scouring the skillet and the fruit stuck to the inside of the pot, along with your plates and the cutlery. Oh and the mess you made of the counters.

The door closes but you don’t break your charade right away. You give it ten minutes. Fifteen, just to be sure. Then you tiptoe down the hall and look out the window. The tire tracks are already snowed over.

You don’t hesitate. You’ve never been more certain of anything in your life. This is your chance. You spin and race upstairs.

You search the closet and the dresser, everywhere for the bag you brought there. It’s gone. Along with all the clothes from your old life. All that was you. Andy took them along with everything else.

Whatever. You grab a few pieces of the more practical slant; turtlenecks, some leggings, a pair of jeans. Socks and underwear. You work quickly, with intent. Just enough to get out, not a lot. Not too much. As little as you can. You don’t want to keep too much that will remind you of this place.

You rush back downstairs after you change. You grab your tablet and message Dr. Kemp, the chat log still blank. You delete each message once he responds. You can’t be too careful.

‘He’s gone. When can you get here?’

His reply isn’t long; ‘ten minutes, been waiting a block away.’

‘I’ll be outside.’

You close the cover of the tablet and stare at it. You hover it over the countertop but stop yourself. No, you earned this. It’s yours. Andy never did pay you for the painting. Not in full.

You hug the tablet and go to retrieve the bag you found in the front closet. A tote bag with faded floral print. You don’t wonder where it came from. You don’t want to think too hard about him or this place. They’ll soon be long gone.

You pull on your boots and your coat. That’s all he’s left you of your former existence. You don’t suspect you would have them for much longer if you stay. You shudder and grip the fabric handles of the bag.

You open the front door and step out into the drift. The snow floats down in fluffy flakes. As you step off the porch, it collects on your lashes. You make slow progress, lifting your knees high as the unshoveled walk makes each step a task. As you come up to the curb, a distant rumble comes from down the avenue.

You shield your eyes against the steady snowfall and squint. You think it’s Dr. Kemp. You’re not sure. When you saw his car, it was dark and you were more focused on other things.

He rolls down the snow-carpeted road cautiously and pulls in the next driveway before turning around and coming up along the curb. He grins at you through the passenger window and the doors unlock with a loud thunk. You grab the handle and pull.

“Hey, sweetheart, I’m here. Everything’s gonna be okay.”

“Thanks, doctor, I… thank you. I…”

“You sounded scared, how could I say no?”

You nod and look over your shoulder at the house.

“Let me deal with Andy when the time comes,” he insists, “come on, it’s hell out here. Get in.”

You nod and haul your bag onto the floor ahead of you and put the tablet on top. You stop yourself before you release the device. You look at Dr. Kemp. He stares.

“You alright?” He asks.

“I forgot something,” you say as you let go of the tablet. “I’ll be right back.”

“Oh?”

“I’ll be two minutes,” you hold up as many fingers, “promise.”

“I trust you, sweetheart,” he assures with a smile, “I’ll be here.”

You take and breath and close the passenger door gently. You whip around and stumble back up the walk, stepping into the holes you left on your way out. You burst inside, not carrying for the melting snow you leave in your stead or the undone dishes, or anything about this place. There’s only one last thing that needs to be done.

You take the stairs two at a time as you complete your final chore. You barrel back down and don’t bother with a final goodbye as you head back out. For once, you feel accomplished. Like you’ve done something and you don’t give a heck what Andy feels.

You don’t look back, you just keep going. You falter but not from doubt, only the snow. You get back to the car and rip the door open, climbing in with a heave. You fall into the seat as you snap the door shut. You lean your head back and sigh.

“I’m ready to go now,” you say.

“Great,” he shifts into gear, “put your seat belt on, sweetheart, the roads are awful.”

You do as he says as you catch your breath. Your skin is buzzing from more than just the cold. You fold your hands as you try to settle your nerves.

“Good girl,” Dr. Kemp praises, “we’ll be home soon.”

🕊️

It’s real once you walk through the front door. You look around at the home decor and nearly fall apart. The stringent, almost sterile walls of Andy’s house haunt you. It’s only then, with something to compare them to, that you realise how much you dreaded them. How much you despised them.

You look around and take in every inch. The brown leather bench beside the door, a tall coat rack on the other side of the entryway, a mat for your snow laden boots, and a runner rug with the honey coloured curlicues on a deeper shade of brown. There’s a faint smell of cedar in the air.

“Ann made up the guest room for you,” he says, “and the kids are at school so they shouldn’t be a bother.”

You stop short, your hands on the collar of your coat. You look at him, dull with shock. Your cheeks tremble as you gulp.

“Ann… your…”

“My wife, yeah,” he says coolly, “she’s excited to meet you.”

“She is?” You blink, “I uh…” your eyes flit all around, “I’m so sorry, this isn’t–”

“It’s fine,” he intones, “really. She understands how vulnerable some of them a safe space.”

It’s like a slap in the face. You don’t know what you expected or why you expected it. He’s your doctor, you’re his patient, a crazy person. How did you forget that?

You glance down at his hand, his left hand. There’s a gold ring on his finger. It wasn’t there before. Not in your sessions, not at Thanksgiving. Never. Why wasn’t he with his family during the holidays?

“I thought I heard the door,” a woman appears from the other end of the hall, “oh, this must be her.”

You bat your lashes, fighting to hold yourself together. Don’t cry yet.

“Uh, hi,” you squeak as she struts down the hall.

“Hello, hon,” the tall blonde pulls you into a hug as you cower.

“Ann,” Kemp clears his throat.

“Oh, I’m so sorry, I forget–” she lets you go, “I didn’t scare you, did I?”

You only shake your head. Your eyes are dry and itchy. You can only look back at her before slowly glancing at Steve. Your cheeks twinge and your lips pinch. He never told you about her. Why would he?

You feel like your chest is empty. There’s an icy whirlwind inside of you, flowing through you, sending a shiver up your spine. This is the worst thing you've ever felt. What is it?

“Ann,” Kemp says, “she's had a long night.”

“Oh, of course, you take her up to the guest room,” she backs off, “you take your time, hon, do whatever you need to do.”

You nod and mouth a thank you, unable to get any noise out. She goes back the way she came and you turn, focusing on undoing your coat. What have you done?

“I guess I should've warned you, huh? What with your… issues,” he rubs the back of his neck. “Just let me know if it gets too crowded around here.”

“Okay,” you croak.

You bend to wiggle free of your boots. You don't know what to do. You just want to be alone.

He leads you through the house. Into a cozy front room and to a staircase curled up to the second floor. You follow behind him, the tote bag dangling from your grasp.

He opens a door as he faces you. You try to hide your emotions but you can barely keep from frowning. He rests his hand on the door frame.

“This is you. I'm down at the very end,” he points over his shoulder, “if you need anything…”

“I'm sorry.”

“Sorry? For…”

“Coming here.”

“Sweetheart, I wouldn't say yes if it was a problem,” he coos as he reaches to caress your shoulder, “I wouldn't be a very good doctor if I don't make sure my patients are safe, huh?”

“I guess not,” you murmur.

“Look, you just get yourself situated. Try to relax. I know a lot's happened but you're strong. You can do this,” he leans in, “I believe in you.”

He kisses your forehead and you wince. His hand goes to your chin as he pulls away. You stare up at him.

“I meant it when I said you're special,” he hums.

“I…” you turn your head away from him, slipping free, “I need to lay down.”

“Sure,” he smirks and drops his hand, “I'll check in when I can.”

You turn into the bedroom, slouching through as you sense him behind you. You feel him watching, as if waiting for something. You refuse to look back.

“Just relax, sweetheart,” he purrs, “you're exactly where you need to be.”

The door shuts and you gasp as the bag falls from your hand. What does he mean?

#andy barber #dark andy barber #dark!andy barber #andy barber x reader #don't speak #steve kemp #fresh #au #library au #series #fic #dark fic #dark!fic #defending jacob

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littledollll · 2 years ago

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The simple things

Larissa Weems x Reader

A/n: *Drops this and runs away never to be seen for another hundred years*

Honorable mentions to @pebbleswritessometimes who seems to be involved in the writing process of literally everything I do😭

Absolutely no warnings, just a little kiss and a bunch of fluff

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Life had never been better. A simple, happy, mundane life with the love of your life… That’s your first thought every morning. You didn’t need anything extravagant, you didn’t want anything complicated. It was just this simple, perfect life.

You woke every morning wrapped in your lover’s arms, your head close to her chest, arms around her waist. The alarm would sound out announcing it was time to wake up, get ready for another day.

Larissa would kiss the top of your head and gently pull away from you, of course you were awake, she knew that. But she wanted you to stay restful for at least another moment. And her routine began. She’d shower before anything, then walk into the room with that gorgeous white silk robe of hers, and pick out an outfit for the day.

By now you’ve opened your eyes, like you always do just to watch her come in, she knew that too. Your opinion was always wanted and appreciated, so you watched as she picked out three dresses to choose between, and moved on to the shoes.

“The green one… makes your eyes look even prettier.” You quietly mumbled, still snuggled into bed but paying attention. She’d give you a hum in approval with that honeyed little tone of hers, which made you want to jump out of bed and crash your lips to hers, but you didn’t, of course.

“Black, 3 inches.” The shoes. You love how she looks in heels, but of course they can’t be too tall, there’s a dress code even for the principal. And finally, her soft morning voice came, “thank you, darling..” it always made your cheeks flush red, because she’d look at you with nothing but love, and a little bit of a teasing smile. Oh she knew.

A surge of pure joy just ran up your spine. God you were so inlove with this woman. Like a schoolgirl with a crush. Even now, being married, living together for years, you had a crush on this woman. She’d make you blush red, have you giggling and hiding into the pillows of your shared bed. You had to give yourself a moment to breathe or you’d pass out right now and not get to watch her get dressed.

You let out a heavy, dreamy sigh. And Larissa once again looked back at you with a smile, a knowing smile, a sweet and soft smile. You watched as she delicately slipped on her tights, and then her dress, moving closer to the bed so you could zip her up.

Okay, now it’s time to sit up. So you did, first running your hands almost soothingly down her back, giving her a few soft kisses before you actually zipped up the dress. “Oh you tease..” oh that playful little voice of hers. “Always a pleasure, my love.” You were quick to reply, sitting up on your knees so you could place another soft kiss on her shoulder... and then the back of her neck as you carefully moved her hair to the opposite shoulder. And then her cheek.

“I love you.” She murmured, but there was certainty in her tone, there was love and appreciation. And you went all red again, hugging her tightly from behind. “I love you too.” It was merely a whisper, one she most definitely heard. And you reluctantly let her go so she could start on her makeup.

You decided to actually start your day now. Setting off to do your own morning routine, and in about 40 minutes there was a fresh cup of coffee placed on her vanity. She let out a soft hum of appreciation, concentrating on lining her lips just right. She took a quick sip before putting on her lipstick, and you couldn’t help but lean down and place a soft kiss on her beautifully colored lips. “Perfect..” you complimented, and she was quick to bite back, “and transfer proof, thankfully.”

You placed yourself behind her, watching her through the mirror as she was lost in her little process. “..can I do your hair today?” Larissa Weems was a perfectionist when it came to her hair, but she let you indulge with a mere nod, and took out all the things necessary from one of the drawers.

You immediately got to work, brushing gently through her hair for much longer than needed. You knew she loved it when you played with her hair, so you took just a moment to pamper her a little more before you started styling it. She obviously approved of it, since when you looked back at her through the mirror you saw her eyes closed with delight.

“you’re beautiful…” you whispered as you watched her, and you could see a smile graze her lips, and her eyes open again as you started styling her hair. You wouldn’t believe the amount of hairpins and ties it took to get her signature style perfect if you hadn’t been one to take every last one off yourself at the end of the night. You wondered why she liked it so much, knowing it obviously had to hurt at least a little… but to some degree you get it. It’s professional, it looks beautiful on her, and it stays out of her face and on all day for someone as busy as her.

As you were all done you watched her check every possible angle and finally give you a smile when she was done revising. “Perfect?” You asked a little nervously, She stood to her full height and tilted your chin up for another sweet kiss, “Perfect.”

#larissa weems #larissa weems x reader #gwendoline christie #principal larissa weems #principal larissa weems x reader #larrisa weems #larissa weems fluff #larissa weems wednesday #larissa weems comfort

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jackhues · 1 year ago

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can you do a blurb of sidney meeting bee for the first time

ooh i'd love to! i hope you guys like this :)

buttercup's world! au masterlist

sidney couldn't feel his hand.

his baby momma was in labour and in the process of turning his hand into mush. he didn't even know it was possible to grip something that tight, but of course, pain made people much stronger than they were sometimes.

and giving birth was not an easy process.

he'd been in the delivery room for a few hours, driving the child of his mother here the second she called to let him know her water broke. her parents weren't in contact with her, but sidney's parents were waiting at home. waiting for sidney to call and tell them their grandchild was here.

"i can't do this, i - i don't want to do this," she cried, shaking her head.

"you're so close, just one more push, come on," the doctor encouraged her. "you got this, one big push."

sidney smoothed her hair back, "hey, you're so close. it's almost over, i promise. just one more, and then the baby's going to be here."

sidney and his baby mom weren't in a relationship, they hadn't been in one for months now. their relationship itself was pretty short-lived, but sidney knew she was in pain and she didn't to be alone right now.

considering it was kind because of him she was here, he knew the least he could do was be there for in whatever way she needed. and right now, she needed someone there for her emotionally.

so that's what he was going to do.

"it's almost over," she repeated, nodding her head slightly.

at the doctor's cue, she took a deep breath, pushing once again. sidney wrapped his other hand around the one that was crushing one of his, encouraging her.

at the sound of a small cry, he gasped, turning his head to see the doctors and nurses holding a small baby. before he even understood what was happening, the nurses wiped the infant, rubbing quickly.

the baby's cries grew louder, a part of sidney breaking at that sound. but then the umbilical cord was cut, and the baby was placed on mom, a blanket over them both.

"congratulations," one of the doctors said to sidney. "it's a girl. let's give mom and baby a few minutes, i need you to fill out a few forms first."

sidney nodded numbly, his brain moving a little slower than he was used to. he just saw his daughter being born, she was right there. he was a dad, he was her dad.

somehow, sidney found himself in an office, a few forms in front of him.

"what's this?" he asked.

"well, mom told us you were giving up parental rights and were simply going to pay child support," doctor started. "since that was decided before birth, we need you to fill these out immediately after birth. that way, you can avoid complications later on."

sidney stared at the papers, realizing how close he was to just... giving up the right to having his daughter. a simple signature, he'd signed lots of things before, and he'd never have to worry about her. nothing beyond the money he'd be giving away monthly.

but for some reason, the pen felt incredibly heavy.

sidney looked up at the doctor, "is there any way we can put this off for now? i just - i mean, i just had my kid. i want, i want some time to think this over."

the doctor nodded, "you can choose to do this at any time. doing it right now would simply be the most effective and simple way. you can do it later, but be ready for a longer legal process."

"thanks doctor."

sidney made his way back to the room where mom and the baby were, finding mom half asleep and the baby in the crib.

he made his way over, peering inside and finding a small bundle, wrapped in a pink blanket and a matching little hat. her eyes were closed, long lashes leaning against her cheeks as she slept soundly.

she was perfect.

"you can hold her, you know?" the nurse spoke to sidney. "do you need help?"

"thanks, i'm - i can hold her," he assured her. he had a little sister, he had younger cousins.

he didn't remember being this nervous to hold them.

were they this small as well?

reaching into the crib, sidney took the little girl into his arms, her head fitting perfectly in the crook of his elbow. she scrunched up in the blanket, causing sidney's eyes to widen.

"shh, it's okay my princess," he whispered softly, rocking her in his arms. "i've got you. daddy's got you. you're okay, my love."

slowly, she relaxed in his arms, comforted by the sound of his voice. sidney smiled a little, continuing to talk, letting his baby know that she was safe, and that she'd always have someone to love her.

slowly, she cracked an eye open, and then another, looking up at her dad for the first time.

sidney froze in his tracks, feeling like he'd just been sucker punched. her big hazel eyes matched his perfectly, her hand wriggling under the blanket to try and get free.

sidney took that hand out, tearing up a little as she wrapped her tiny hands around his finger, squeezing tightly as if asking him to stay. sidney pressed a kiss to her hand, tucking it back in the blanket and rocking her.

she yawned, blinking a few times, before turning her head towards sidney and closing her eyes once again.

he took a seat on the couch, overwhelmed by everything that had just happened. he pressed a soft kiss to his little girl's forehead, knowing one thing for sure.

he wasn't going to leave her.

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ravendruid · 8 months ago

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Hi 👋 I would love to see Vaxleth in number 27 kissing in the rain 💛 I love your writing so much btw

Hii!!! Thank you so much for sending a prompt! :D I hope you like it as much as I do ^_^ (And thank you for the compliment :D :D :D)

A Kiss In The Rain

(Read on AO3)

Rain is fun until it isn’t and, at this point, Vax’ildan is getting fed up of the second day of pouring outside. He wants to get out of this stuffy, snobby, much-too-large castle where he feels like he’s being watched at every moment of the day, which he probably is, considering his stomach can’t growl without a servant immediately coming over with a tray of food.

It doesn’t help that everyone he wants to hang out with is locked in the workshop with Percival, going over sketches, doing calculations, and planning things that are far more complicated than what Vax’s brain can comprehend. It sucks that both his sister and his girlfriend instantly bury themselves with work whenever they visit.

“Mr. Vax’ildan?” A young maid calls his attention. Vax rolls his eyes at the title and looks over his shoulder, decided to give her a word or two about calling him that, but then he sees she is holding a piece of folded parchment and nods instead. “This is for you,” She says, handing the paper.

“From whom?” Vax asks, politely as he takes hold of it. He recognizes the feel of the parchment from the same in Percival’s sketch book. If this is a summons to that stuffy, smoldering workshop…

“Miss Keyleth, sir,” The maid replies. The title, again, makes Vax’s stomach roil. Why would Keyleth send him a written note through a maid when she can just call him on the earring?

“Thank you,” Vax nods, then leaves the maid behind.

The note is simple and effective—Meet me at the Widow’s Garden, right now—but it doesn’t answer any more of Vax’s questions. Nonetheless, Vax still obeys because that’s his super-powerful druid girlfriend who can call lightning, and he’s not sure she won’t do just that if he fails to show up when she summons him.

“Keyleth?” Vax calls as he transposes the unlocked iron gate. The garden has had better days, but Vax knows Keyleth has been working with Percy to fix it. “Is there a reason why you called me to meet you out here? It’s fucking pouring, love.” He calls again, to no response.

Vax wanders around for a minute or two, looking in every nook and cranny for the familiar flaming red hair of his girlfriend or for any out-of-place animals, but he doesn’t see anything. He’s almost determined to head back to the castle when he hears a twig snapping behind him.

“Who’s there?” He holds two daggers out in front of him, ready to face the threat.

“Relax, Vax. You know I could snap you in two before you even flung that thing at me,” Keyleth mocks him. She’s not totally wrong.

“Hey,” Vax greets her. He allows his shoulders to sag with relief and stores the daggers back in their belt. He sees her now, so beautiful and soaked to the bone, just like he is. Her beautiful teal dress sticks to her skin, hugging all her curves, which makes Vax smirk as he lets his gaze wander to her chest.

“My eyes are up here,” Keyleth hooks her finger under Vax’s jaw to bring his face back up. She’s smiling knowingly, a smile she always gives him when she catches him adoring her—which happens way too often.

“Not my fault you wanted to meet in the rain,” Vax shrugs. He wraps his arms around her waist and laces his fingers at her back. Keyleth does the same around his neck. “Why, though? I’m soaked and miserable, and I’m gonna smell like a wet dog.”

“I’ll dry you up, don’t worry,” She smiles. Vax could get lost in her smile. It’s the most beautiful thing he’s ever seen—correction, Keyleth is the most beautiful thing he has ever seen. “I figured you were bored up there and you needed to get some air.”

“In the rain?”

Keyleth nods. Vax holds his breath when she leans her forehead down to his and closes her eyes. He feels her breath in deeply, as if she’s trying to commit the scent of him in the rain to memory, then exhale. “I–I wanted to do something,” She mumbles, allowing Vax to hear the sound of insecurity in her voice. It’s only with him that Keyleth lets down the mask and allows herself to feel and talk about her insecurities, which Vax appreciates. He believes in her more than he has ever believed in anyone, so he knows she can be confident and strong, but Keyleth still needs reassurance once in a while, and he’s glad he’s there to give her that when she needs it the most.

“In the Widow’s Garden, in pouring rain?” Vax teases her by wiggling his eyebrows.

“W–what? No! Vax!” Keyleth scolds him playfully. “It’s not t–that!”

“Alright, then, what is it, love? Should I be worried you’re attempting to kill me, then?” Vax keeps teasing his girlfriend until she gives him a shaky smile.

“I wanted to do this,” Keyleth ends up saying, more confident, and then she places her hands on the back of Vax’s head and brings him in for a kiss.

When the shock at the intensity of the kiss passes, Vax fully embraces his half-elf druid girlfriend, raising a hand to steady her back as he responds by deepening the kiss. His blood feels like fire at the feel of Keyleth’s body pressed against him, but not the kind of fire that usually makes them end up tangled in bed. No, this fire is different. This is a fire that makes Vax think about the future with Keyleth, to imagine the days of following her on her work trips; of her coming home to a hot, homemade meal and a nice, relaxing bath; of the tiny freckled, red-haired babies Vax would love to have with her one day. It’s a fire that makes him want to get on his knees and ask Keyleth to be truly, wholly his forever, to take him to be truly, wholly hers forever.

But the kiss ends and Vax regrets having to come back from his reverie. Yet, there is a different shine to Keyleth’s beautiful green eyes, a shine that lights a flame of hope inside of Vax that maybe, just maybe, Keyleth felt the same way he did just now, that one day she will take him by the hand and ask him to stay, because they both know that it is her step to take, not his.

“Are you still angry at me for making you come out here in the rain?” Keyleth asks, fondly caressing his face.

“I could never be angry at you, Kiki. Never.”

Vax kisses her again, and again, and again. They stand kissing in the pouring rain until the clouds part and Vex’ahlia and Percival find them soaked but happy, with blushing faces, and once Keyleth dries them off with a touch of her magic and they join the other couple in the dining room, Vax thinks that, maybe after all, this castle isn’t that bad. As long as Vax has Keyleth at his side and his twin is happy in the arms of the man she loves, Vax knows they will be alright.

#critical role #cr fic #vox machina #vaxleth #vax'ildan #keyleth #prompted #september prompts

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she-who-paints-with-fire · 7 months ago

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FOUR WORDS

The titanium-composite battle plate softly clicked into place, and Lux ran the strap around her thigh, then cinched it down tight enough to still have bloodflow without the plate moving about. Then she leaned down and clicked the two-piece greaves into place, securing them tight on her shin.

Beside her, the woman she'd spent the night with rolled over and mumbled something.

"Repeat your last, lovergirl?"

"Whuhsswiththuhharmor?"

Lux finished clicking her other greave into place and leaned over to give the worried girl a kiss on the forehead.

"Don't worry about it."

"Mmmgh. Dodging the question..." the girl grumbled, raising their head and rubbing their eyes, smudging last night's makeup in the process. Lux hummed quietly as she pressed her pistol holster to her thigh and wound the straps around her leg and belt.

The girl pawed at Lux's shoulder. "Answer meeeeee," she whined, doing her best puppydog eyes.

"You won't like it."

"Hmph."

Lux slipped on her torso armour, tightening straps and fastening clips, sliding her karambit into its dedicated chest holster before strapping on her shirt's armour plating, starting with the pauldrons that clicked into place on her bodyglove before being strapped down. Sure, SSC, Harrison Armory, and IPS-N all sold more advanced armour systems—Sylph undersuits, or silicone carbide nanoweave shirts with magnetic attachment points for extra armour plating, for instance—but Lux had never seen any point in complicating a simple system like that. GMS-standard, DoJ/HR-issued paracord straps and heat-treated titanium-composite plating with a mesh antispalling layer was perfectly adequate for her.

She went to put on the second pauldron and felt the woman she'd slept with tonight resting her chin on that shoulder.

"Do you really need to go, soldier girl? Can't you stay?" Evidently, her lover had figured out that she was putting on her hardsuit.

"Not this time, babe," Lux replied, turning to give her a quick kiss. The lady frowned, looking at Lux with big puppy eyes that were so, so difficult to resist.

"What if something happens?"

Lux had made peace with that eventuality a long time ago, but it broke her heart to see the worry lining her lover's face, welling in her eyes, straining her heart. "Well, then something happens."

"You could die!"

"I can risk that," Lux shrugged. If she died, she died—Christ the Buddha knew she'd killed enough people to probably deserve it. "Think of the upsides."

The woman bit her lip, unsure and probably scared. "I'm not seeing them."

"More lives to save." Lux tapped the crest on her shoulder, denoting her status as a combat medic, right before she finished strapping on the second pauldron and tightening it until it felt snug. She then slipped on the armoured bracers and tightened those, checking that the uplink with Dawn Always Comes was still functional. A return ping from its TLALOC-class NHP, SACRED SYMBOL, confirmed that it was.

"I'll be safe, love," Lux murmured, slipping off the bed and placing her pistol in the holster, then securing it.

"I love you," the woman whispered. "Be safe."

"I love you too," Lux replied, wrapping her camouflage scarf around her neck before slipping on her gloves, tightening them, and then donning her helmet, waiting as the full Heads-Up Display activated.

The woman on the bed gathered the blankets around her and hugged a pillow as Lux left, heading for where her mech was stored. Right before she stepped across the doorframe, Lux looked back.

"You'll see me again," she promised.

Both women tried to ignore that sinking feeling that they wouldn't.

#lancer rpg #lancer ttrpg #lancer #doj/hrposting

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nkn0va · 1 year ago

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Request(Blazblue): On the day of their birthday's Makoto, Noel, Tsubaki, and Mai's S/O's back them their favorite dishes (Mai's S/O even asking Noel to help them cook for her).

I am so sorry if this gets repetitive, that's kinda how it goes sometimes for 4 character requests. Probably gonna be a bit shorter than usual.

-It doesn't take much to figure out what kind of food Makoto likes. Not only does her heritage make it pretty obvious but she's also quite the foodie in general.

-She doesn't have any particular favorite food but she is a big sweets gal, and of course being a squirrel, nuts are a personal favorite of hers. There are plenty of dishes out there that meet both those criteria, you have options.

-Eventually the idea you decided on was a chestnut parfait. Sweet, easy to make, had nuts, and had fruits to make it at least somewhat healthy. The perfect plan.

-When lunch eventually rolls around you head up to Makoto and present it to her while wishing her a happy birthday. Her mouth almost starts to water right then and there.

-She scarfs it down at record speeds that are frankly a bit concerning. She certainly enjoyed it though judging by her smile and the way her tail couldn't seem to stop wagging.

-As soon as she's done her arms wrap around you immediately in an enthusiastic showing of thanks. She's absolutely going to ask you for more in the future.

-Noel's not too much of a foodie, she absolutely prefers to cook instead of eat, much to everyone's dismay.

-However her birthday happens to fall on Christmas, so you have as good of an excuse as any to make something for her. A traditional Christmas dish could fulfill your needs well.

-You spend hours toiling away in the kitchen, making a nice, full meal for the both of you to enjoy. You figured it'd be a nice thing to do for both of you since work in the NOL has left you both unfortunately unable to go home for Christmas.

-Mercifully, your workload is at least greatly lightened for the day if not outright eliminated entirely. As soon as you're done with what little you have to do and evening comes you invite Noel over to your place, not telling her the reason.

-The first thing Noel is met with is a table filled with steaming hot food, leaving her unable to hold back her shock that you'd go so far for her.

-She doesn't know whether to kiss you or dig right in, however her nervousness gets the best of her and she opts to go for the food, which is by no means a bad choice. The effort and love you put into it really shines through.

-Mission success. Now all that's left is to pray to whatever God will listen that she doesn't get the urge to return the favor...

-Tsubaki is a sucker for chocolate, as much as she tries not to let it get to her. It gets to the point that Jin of all people worries about her in this regard.

-Her birthday just so happens to coincidentally fall on White Day, so you'd likely already be getting her chocolate anyway. The problem is having both occasions on the same day sorta ups the pressure on your part to perform.

-You eventually decided the best way to fill the criteria for both was via chocolate cake. You didn't want just some simple, easy cake from a box anyone could make, you knew she deserved better.

-Then you had an epiphany. You could indeed churn out something worthy of such a lovely lady. After spending a good amount of time in the kitchen you end up with a chocolate cake sweetened with condensed milk along topped with caramel and whipped cream. Surely this would pay off.

-Tsubaki's eyes light up as soon as she sees the fruits of your hard labor, even more so once she takes the first bite. She is practically in heaven. It felt like she was falling for you all over again.

(Can't believe it took this long to finally write for Mai. Though I'm writing this last minute on late night April 21st so what can you do lmao)

-It's rather tough for you to pin down what sort of food Mai would like considering her...complicated relationship with food.

-Whatever you do see her eat, it's completely mangled beyond recognition by whatever the hell Noel does whenever she cooks. You don't know, and frankly you don't think you want to.

-However this is going to turn out to be a nice boon for a change. Not being able to cook for Mai was a serious point of grief for you due to her supertaste, but with Noel around you can finally do so. She immediately agrees to the plan.

-After some discussion about what she typically makes for Mai and what she seems to like best, you two decide on a seafood pilaf. You'd make the base since you wanted to contribute at least something to the dish, and let Noel take it from there.

-Frankly it's a bit scary, leaving her with a perfectly normal dish and then getting it back looking like a weapon of mass destruction. This weapon of mass destruction though was all Mai could eat so you really can't complain. (Not complaining about Noel's cooking...what the hell have you come to...?)

-Mai's grin is practically ear to ear as she eagerly eats everything down, especially once she hears that both you and Noel worked on the dish. As far as she's concerned this is the best damn thing she's ever eaten, thanking you both with a big smile and hug. Being able to eat after what happened is always a treat.

-You still have no idea what Noel does to any food she touches to make it end up the way it does, but perhaps it's one of those mysteries that's just best left unsolved.

#blazblue #blazblue x reader #makoto nanaya #noel vermillion #tsubaki yayoi #mai natsume #x reader #headcanon #nova birthday bash

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becoming-the-bridgertons · 5 months ago

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𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝑩𝒐𝒐𝒌 𝒐𝒇 𝑨𝒏𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒏𝒚 | 𝒗𝒊. 𝑶𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒚𝒆𝒅 𝑾𝒆𝒍𝒄𝒐𝒎𝒆

pairings. violet ledger x ellie bridgerton

summary. violet grows increasingly uncomfortable as she gets closer to her due date

word count. 3.1K

warnings. discussions of pregnancy complications

note. written in RP style by @lifesizehysteria and @shmaptainwrites

Violet had always heard about this part of pregnancy and wondered if it was really as bad as people made it out to be. Now that she was experiencing it, she realized how much people were downplaying it.

Her stomach was so big she could no longer see her feet, at every turn her baby moved and writhed so much that you could see their movements through her skin; she thought it looked almost alien. Her feet were achy and barely fit into any of her shoes, her breasts were tender and sore to the touch, and her back made her feel like Atlas, holding up the heavens for all of eternity.

She loved her baby, truly, but Violet was more than ready to meet them.

She sat on the couch in the living room, her feet propped up on an ottoman, pillows behind her and supporting her back while she rested her hands over her stomach like a table.

“Dearest,” she sighed, murmuring to the baby. “I really need you to get a move on, okay? The doctor thinks you’re going to be late and Mummy really needs you here in her arms instead of, well, inside her.”

She knew it wasn’t her baby’s fault, but she would be lying if she said she wasn’t sick of all of the symptoms.

Ellie walked into the living room just in time to hear Violet complain to the baby about overstaying her welcome. Such complaints were common these days, and Ellie really felt for her. The baby had ballooned in the last few weeks and, so far, showed no signs of dropping, which meant labor was still likely not in the immediate future.

Leaning over the side of the couch, she placed a hand over Violet’s, then let her other stroke its way across the underside of her belly. The baby reacted to her touch, pushing out against her hand as it passed, making Violet wince.

“Sorry,” she said to Violet, her face scrunching with guilt and sympathy. Then she turned towards her belly, putting her head down close to it. “Come, now, my flower. Be nice to Mummy. No more kicking, hmm?” She rubbed circles over the spot the baby had kicked to soothe away the ache. “That’s right. Poor Mummy has worked so hard to help you grow. We must be gentle.” When the baby kicked hard again, Ellie’s face grew stern and she leaned in closer, dropping her voice even further. “Alright, kiddo. Keep it up and you’re going to get evicted,” she threatened, if for no other reason than to try to draw a smile from her poor wife, but making sure to remove her hands from her stomach to ensure she caused no more kicks.

“Ellie,” Violet quietly whined. “It hurts to laugh, everything is so tight in there.”

She pointed to her belly and threw her head back on the couch, making the baby kick again.

“At this rate I’m going to ground you before you’re even out of me,” Violet grumbled, clearly growing more frustrated. “And I'm so hungry I could eat a horse but I can’t bloody get up out of my seat!”

She felt a little defeated and didn’t know what to do. She didn’t like not being able to do simple things for herself, but she supposed overall she was just tired.

“I’m sorry, I won’t tease anymore,” Ellie promised before smoothing the wisps of hair away from Violet’s forehead so she could kiss it. She looked down at her wife whose face showed every ounce of exhaustion and frustration, and yet still remained as beautiful as ever. For a moment, she just wrapped her arms around Violet’s neck, letting her cheek rest on top of her head, her thumb rubbing back and forth across the back of her neck. “What would you like to eat, my love?” She could not take her pain or exhaustion away, and she could not make the baby come any sooner, but Ellie was nothing if not a problem solver, and food was an easy one to fix.

“Chocolate, peanut butter, and crisps. The plain ones, ripple cut,” she said immediately.

More recently there had been a few more odd food combinations, mostly consisting of a normal combination plus something that made it abnormal. Ellie would always humour her and even try the combinations with her, but more often than not she thought they were quite disgusting.

She held her stomach and looked down at the baby still moving about inside.

“Maybe you’ll stop being a little prick if I give you chocolate,” she grumbled. “I love you, but right now you’re acting like a parasite.”

“You got it,” Ellie said, kissing Violet’s forehead once more. “Give me five minutes.”

She returned shortly, holding in one hand a ramekin of peanut butter that had been very briefly warmed into a semi-liquid state, topped with milk chocolate chips that got just a little bit soft and melted from the warm peanut butter. In the other she held a bag of the specified crisps, which had been a staple in the house for the last several weeks. This particular pregnancy craving, crisps dipped in peanut butter, had been going strong for a while and was one of the few that didn’t make Ellie’s stomach turn.

“Here you go,” she said, handing Violet the ramekin before sitting down beside her, the bag open on her lap, facing her wife. Her hand slipped beneath Violet’s belly so she could rest her hand on her thigh to offer a little bit of comfort without getting in her space too much.

Violet hummed in delight when the combination was finally in her mouth. She looked over thankfully to Ellie before continuing to dip the crisps in the peanut-chocolate dip.

“This is so bloody good,” she said, covering her mouth as she spoke. “Do you want some, El?”

She offered the bag to her wife in case she was hungry, the dip resting on the top of her belly like a table.

“Just one,” Ellie said, although they both knew one actually meant a few because it really was a surprisingly good combination. Popping a peanut butter dipped crisp into her mouth, she savored the sweet and salty combination and the slightly sticky texture mixed with the crunch. It was a deliciously indulgent experience.

After she had slowly eaten a few and Violet had eaten several more than a few, Ellie gently squeezed her thigh. “Any better?” she asked. Sometimes just a snack could turn Violet’s entire mood around, especially during her pregnancy, but lately that wasn’t always enough. But Ellie was willing to do anything in her means to help, as she always was for her Polka Dot.

“Getting a little full,” she sighed, moving the dip container from her stomach onto the end table next to her.

She kicked her feet off of the ottoman and attempted to stand up, but needed a little help from Ellie getting there. Once she stood, she placed her hands on her back and tried to stretch it out, but it wasn’t quite hitting the mark that she was looking for.

“It’s just so heavy,” she grumbled again. “Could you hold it up for me?”

She motioned to her stomach. “Just to give my back a break for a minute?”

“Of course,” Ellie said, up from her spot before Violet even finished her request. She walked around the ottoman and positioned herself behind her wife. Bending slightly, she wrapped her arms around the underside of Violet’s belly, her hands splayed against it, and gently lifted until it felt like she was holding all the weight in her hands.

Violet hummed and physically relaxed, feeling Ellie’s chest pressed up against her back, holding her up completely.

“My love, you are a godsend,” she sighed, resting her head against her wife’s who now had her chin nestled in the crook of Violet’s shoulder.

Of all of the things Ellie had done to help her over the course of the pregnancy, she would have to admit that this was her favourite. There was something uniquely intimate and caring about it, and she relished having her wife so close to her and the baby at the same time. In a way, it felt like the three of them were one.

“You’re okay?” she double checked, knowing from experience how difficult it was to carry the weight.

“Just fine,” Ellie assured her, nuzzling a little further into the crook of her neck and lifting again to make sure she wasn’t letting any of the weight go back to Violet. “Though, our little flower sure has gotten heavy. Christ,” she said with a laugh. “You tell me when you’re ready.” If Violet could carry this weight around all day everyday, Ellie could handle it for however long was necessary to offer her some relief. And she certainly didn’t mind the closeness she always felt when they did this.

“I will, but Ellie, I’ve been thinking more about the birth,” Violet looked over at her wife from the side. “I know there was a certain way we were thinking of doing things, but maybe it’s a good idea to have options we’ve thought through in case that ends up not being a possibility? I don’t want us to be completely thrown for a loop if it happens, I mean, to the best of our abilities.”

Violet placed her hands over Ellie’s which were under her stomach, brushing her thumbs along her fingers.

“Okay. What were you thinking?” Ellie pulled back to better see Violet’s face, noticing something in her blue eyes that seemed out of the ordinary. They had their plan in place, most of which was Violet’s wishes because it was her body, her birth experience, and Ellie wasn’t about to convince her to do something she wasn’t comfortable with. Of course, Ellie was a planner through and through, so really, she already had back up plans, particularly in the event that Violet ended up unable to advocate for herself or in danger. But she wanted to know everything Violet wanted, in any circumstance, so she could do her best to make sure that was what she got.

“For example, what do we do if the doctor says a cesarean is necessary?” she asked. “I-I’m not a doctor so I can’t say much about what it would actually entail, but it would be good to know that, so if decisions come up related to it we can respond adequately.”

Violet sighed. There were also other things that were heavier. She didn’t want to speak of them, but she knew they were important.

“Or if I can’t make a decision for myself. Or a situation where my life and the baby’s life is in danger. We have to be prepared for that.”

“Violet, my love,” Ellie said gently, once again lifting her belly all the way back up, “we have signed every possible legal document that ensures I will be the one making decisions if you are unable to. So, all we need to be sure of is that I know what you want. Obviously, we cannot plan for every single possible scenario, but we can plan for the biggest ones, and then go from there if anything else happens.” Her lips pressed into a thin line, knowing that if this was difficult enough for her to talk about, she was sure that it was harder for Violet. “If the doctors tell us you need a cesarean, we ask for their reasoning, and as long as it seems legitimate, you have the cesarean. Because a safe and healthy baby is more important than the way it’s born, yeah?”

She let her thumbs caress the underside of Violet’s belly, turning her head so her chin rested on her shoulder for a moment, because she didn’t want to look at her when she broached the next subject. When she spoke, it was with a hushed tone as if that might make it easier.

“What I really need to know is, if it comes down to a choice between you and the baby, what choice do you want me to make?” Ellie knew what her choice would be. Impossible as it felt, and maybe as wrong as some might think, there was never a doubt in her mind. She would choose Violet every time, in every situation, no matter what because she could not imagine living in a world without her. Unless Violet told her not to. It might kill her to make that choice, but she would do it, as she did everything, for Violet.

Violet felt her uneasiness return, gnawing away at her heart which felt like it was beating faster than it usually did.

“I need to sit down,” she said quietly, gently encouraging Ellie to let go of her so she could take her seat back on the couch.

She couldn’t imagine leaving Ellie behind, under any circumstances, but she knew sometimes there were odds that had to be played with. She wouldn’t dare leave her alone, she couldn’t bear it. Her mind raced back and forth, thinking about how she would word her answer in a way that made sense to both of them. It felt cold to think of her own life in such a pragmatic way in an attempt to be devoid of too many of her own emotions, of how she felt about herself and what she deserved. It was much easier to think about it in terms of what Ellie deserved, and Ellie deserved someone by her side, and whether that was her or the baby would not be in her hands.

“If…” she began slowly. “If the baby has better chances than me, I want you to save the baby.”

She looked over at Ellie for the next part, not wanting to say it out loud, circumventing the actual words because she couldn’t bear the thought of abandoning her baby.

“And the same goes for me…if I have better odds.”

Ellie sat beside Violet, her heart sitting up in her throat, making it tight and hard to breathe. Swallowing to dislodge it, she chewed on the inside of her cheek, staring at the clock on the wall, it’s ticking an almost comedic backdrop to their conversation. Finally, she looked at Violet, taking her hand in hers and squeezing gently.

“Okay,” she agreed, her tone somber. But she couldn’t really argue with her. It was, really, a rather sound decision for a situation that would undoubtedly feel impossible. Somehow, having those wishes to guide her, knowing what Violet truly wanted, made her feel better. At least she wouldn’t have to figure it out on the spot and spend the rest of her life worried she made the wrong choice. “No matter what, though, I will always make sure they do everything possible to save you both. But I am glad to know your wishes, in case they can’t.”

Violet nodded her head in a restrained and stilted manner. She licked her lips and turned her head away from Ellie to hide a few budding tears.

“Okay, I know I brought it up, but let’s change the topic,” she sniffled and looked down at her belly, praying to any sort of higher power that her family would be intact and whole by the end of the birth.

She cleared her throat and tapped her fingers on her belly.

“I’m excited to meet you Anthony,” she smiled softly. “Although your mama thinks you’re going to be Antonia.”

Violet playfully rolled her eyes at her own statement, but she knew Ellie would be up in arms if she did not mention her complete faith in the fact that they were having a girl.

“I see I’m not the only one convinced about what we’re having,” she teased, and when Violet looked at her confused, she sucked her teeth, grinning at her wife. “You’re so convinced it’s a boy, you can’t even remember the girl name we picked out.” Laughing, Ellie rubbed her hand across Violet’s belly and turned to talk to it. “Don’t worry Antoinette, Mama’s got you.”

Violet gave Ellie a playful shove. In part, while it was a tease, she had become somewhat convinced she was having a boy. She couldn’t explain it, but it was a feeling.

“You’re going to be so sorry when we walk home with a baby boy into that pink nursery you painted.”

Just as Violet spoke, she felt a twinge of something, making her grip onto her stomach.

“Oh! God, what was that?”

Ellie had a retort about how pink can be for boys, too, when Violet grabbed her stomach.

“What is it, Vi?” she asked, one hand coming over Violet’s on her belly, the other to her shoulder. “Are you okay? Do we need to go to the hospital?” She had at least ten more questions but realized Violet probably didn’t have answers to any of them, and that questions were likely unhelpful anyway, so she closed her mouth, poised on the verge of action, waiting for more information to guide her, shoving down any panic that would leave her paralyzed and unhelpful.

“No, no. I think I’m fine,” she breathed through whatever it was that had happened and startled her. “Maybe a Braxton-Hicks contraction.”

She hoped it was because at their last appointment the doctor had told them that their baby needed a little more rearranging before being ready to come out and Violet was really not in the headspace to deal with that kind of a complication. Although, she supposed it had been a little while since that appointment, perhaps the baby was all sorted out and ready to come.

“My water still hasn’t broken,” she quickly assured Ellie. “Just a practice round, I guess.”

Ellie heaved a deep sigh, bringing her hands back to her lap, nodding.

“Yeah, hopefully,” she said. Then, quite logically and in true Ellie fashion said, “If it happens again, we’ll start timing. If they’re coming at regular intervals, that means they’re true contractions, and we’ll have to pay attention to how close together they are.” She had read the hand out from Violet’s doctor at least fifty times. It was probably memorized at this point, but that was how Ellie dealt with worry and anxiety. Be as prepared as possible, then she would be able to handle anything that came her way.

“Okay,” Violet nodded, her voice soft and gentle, leaned over to give Ellie a kiss, in part as a thank you for looking after her so well and being on top of things. “As long as he’s not feet first I’d be more than happy for him to come right now. I mean, we’re not doing anything.”

She looked down at her belly with a bit of a tease on her tongue.

“Dearest, if you’re ready, Mummy is, too, promise.”

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yantao-enthusiast · 1 year ago

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the midnights era is so underrated. i'm not getting my revenge. i'm not hopelessly in love. no, i'm staring at the ceiling, know that once i fall asleep tomorrow will start but with my weary consciousness, i'm left with the thoughts of everything i've ever done. there's such a comfort in this subliminal space in this barren time. there's no one to judge me except myself. that one person i dated and never talked to again, do they ever think about me? i hear the crickets chirping while i'm crying in the bathtub. i hate my body but it's the one i have. actually, the world we live in is such a beautiful place and it's so soft and full of wonders that wouldn't exist without its quirks. when i was young, i wanted to be a dancer. i wonder what she would think of me now. she's still here, in my heart. actually she would probably hate me, like everyone else rightfully does. all i do is hurt people and every bit of my kindness is complicated and calculated. do you think about me? do you think about how you hurt me with your complicated bullshit before coming back like nothing's wrong? do you stare at the wall, wishing you did something different just like me? actually no. fuck you. fuck you and fuck everyone who ever hurt me. i'll ruin your life and you'll never know it was me. i'm hot shit and god the bathroom mirror makes me look so sexy. i'm going to put on a sparkly dress and dance because you don't deserve my sadness. oh shit wait i'm in love. that's terrifying. it's delicate and confusing yet so effortlessly simple. okay back to fuck you. i don't even have to do anything. that's how much the universe loves me. that's how much kindness and love is in my heart. oh also i love this person so much. they love me. they don't expect anything from me. they're like the blanket wrapped around me in the darkest hours, keeping me warm, keeping me alive. oh yeah i also orchestrated this person's presence into my life because that's the only way i know to get people to love me. but they know that. and they love me all the same.

oh look it's 3am now. how the fuck did that happen. god remember the time we were going through it? yeah but we had each other. i'm sorry for hurting you, pushing you away during that time when we were both struggling. you just wanted to help. and you did. maybe i'll tell them in the morning. would that be weird? maybe she'll get the message telepathically. man what if nothing wrong ever happened to me. i'll never be that girl. i'll never be the person i would've been if everything was normal in my life. fuck my life. oh right i'm in love. love this handsome fella. he makes me have vivid hallucinations about being in paris. i mean who need to go to paris when i got my baby with me??? who needs to pay attention to anything else? actually. this is really off topic. i cheated on someone once. yes i know i shouldn't have. but i was dying, stranded in a loveless land, and he saved me. yes i shouldn't have cheated on you but maybe you should've loved me. this relationship was a mistake. i didn't mean to love you. but i did. i'm in your arms and i don't remember how i got there. it's wrong. it's right. i never wanted this. nothing else will ever be as good as you. oh god i'm 19 all over again. with just one glance, i'm transported back into that time when i ached with every step, begged for just a piece of you when you're the one who looked at me. i wish i could go back. i am back. i just can't change anything. you have stolen a piece of me i will never get back and it's been so long but you can never get over the pain of losing yourself. but you don't have to worry about that, right? because you never gave anything. just like you'll never give my girlhood back. i wish i could keep anyone else from feeling that pain. i want to tell them all what i've learned from all the years i've been hurt. but why should anyone listen to me? i'm still a wreck, still figuring it all out, shouldn't they get advice from someone who actually knows how to navigate this messy existence? does it even matter? i'm in a state of paralysis, forever wondering, unable to get closure. it's too late. every midnight.

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that-tmr-girl · 10 months ago

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New Things

Tugging on Brenda's hair leads from makeup kisses to intense sex.

1,613 words

Submissive Brenda, masterbation, oral (received), fingering, hair pulling kink

I wasn't crazy. I know she saw it. I know she’s looking at him like that too. I know she feels something for Thomas. Even if he's in love with someone else, it’s clear that there's something there.

We were planning to save Minho. It was so simple too. We kidnap Teresa, get in, and get Minho out.

He was making it complicated though. We all knew why.

He still loves her. That's so obvious.

Brenda didn't get it though. Probably because she's crushing on him.

“What's going on with you?”She asked in a sympathetic tone. It was so soft and gentle, one full of sweetness and care.

Being done with all of them, I walked out before anyone could blink. Letting the door shut, I stormed off to my room.

Fuck this shit. Fuck everyone.

“Y/N? Y/N?”an all too familiar voice called, running after me. Ignoring it, I sped up despite her calling louder. Reaching my door, I quickly opened and went to slam it shut only for her to put her foot inside it.

“Go away,”I demanded.

“What's wrong? Why’d you leave like that?”She interrogated, forcing her way in. Keeping my mouth shut, I simply stood in the middle of the room. “Y/N? What happened?”She repeated, going to touch my arm. Pulling away, I scowled at her.

“What happened is you being all over him.”

“Excuse me?”She asked quickly.

“Don't play dumb. You know you're jealous of Teresa. If you want him, you can go get him. I’m not dealing with it.”

“Dealing with it? Y/N, he’s just a friend.”

“Yeah. A friend you probably want to make out with again,”I spat, the bitterness in my tone obvious to anyone.

“You and I weren't together, and we were both on something. That was all.”

“Don't treat me like I’m stupid.”

“I’m not. I’m just saying that you don't have to worry about him. I’m literally a lesbian.”

Rolling my eyes, I crossed my arms over my chest. Her words were true, but I didn't want that right now. I just want her to stop looking at her in a way that she should only look at me.

“You're being a jealous girlfriend. We both know you know that,”She pointed out, coming closer. Going still, I kept my glare as she wrapped her arms around my shoulders. “I love you. You’ve been my best friend for longer than I can remember, the girl I’m in love with for years, and the one I’ve been with for months. You know I only want you. You know I love you. You know that nobody can ever make me feel what you do. You know you're my perfect match. You know nobody could ever compare. At least, you should. After all, I tell you that all the time. Right?”

“Right,”I sighed, my eyes softening as I wrapped my arms around her too.

“I love you and you alone. Nobody could ever be as good as you. Nobody,”She whispered, pressing her temple against mine. Smiling against my will, I shut my eyes as I cupped her face with my palms.

Just like we knew would happen, she brushed her lips against mine, my mind was word clear of everything as I kissed back. When I slightly tugged on her hair without even realizing she moaned inside of my mouth. Taking a risk, I did it a little harder. Moaning louder, she pushed me on the bed while straddling me. Looking at her in surprise, I watched her throw her shirt off. Unclipping her bra, she grinded her hips against me as she shoved her lips back against mine. Taking my hands, she forced them back into her hair.

Understanding what she wanted, I pulled on the strands. Letting out a groan, she put her hands on my face as she deepened the kiss.

Pulling her away, I slipped my shirt off, letting my bra follow. Before she could look I cradled her face to my chest. As she started sucking on my neck, I pulled her closer to me by her hair.

“You can do whatever you want to me. As long as you pull my hair,”She breathed out.

“Stand up,”I ordered. Scrambling back, she did as I requested. “Take your clothes off. All of them,”I demanded.

With her face flushing, she dropped her pants, her panties following. Standing in front of me nude, she looked at the ground.

“Look at me and touch yourself,”I ordered as I pulled the rest of my clothes off.

Raising her head, she trailed her hand down my stomach. Leaning against the wall, she traced her fingers between her slit. Opening her legs a little wider, she let me get a good view of her pussy. The one I was about to dominate.

Biting my lip at the view, I listened to her moan as she stuck a finger inside of herself. Slowly pumping, she bucked her hips into her hand as she threw her head back. When she remembered why she was doing this, she forced her head forward. Her eyes were half shut as she pleasured herself. As she added another finger I kept my gaze while taking off the rest of my clothes so she could be nice and ready.

Dropping her head, she let out a strangled sound before her liquids started dripping down her thighs and to the ground. Pulling her fingers out, she looked at me as I walked over.

“You made a mess,”I sighed, fixating on her juices collecting on her skin. Kneeling down, I licked her thighs. Shivering at my tongue, she took a deep breath as I cleaned her up. When I was done I stood in front of her.

“Knees. Now,”I commanded. Doing so, she met my gaze with begging eyes.

Gripping a fistful of her hair, I forced her face into my throbbing pussy. Whimpering inside of me, she shoved her tongue between my folds as I kept bobbing her head. Tangling my hands in her dark locks, I pulled her head out before leaning against the wall. Following me, she looked up at me as she waited for me to do it again.

Throwing my leg over her shoulder, I firmly grasped her hair as I pushed her back into me. Shoving her tongue inside of me, she moaned as I tightened my grip. Throwing my head against the wall, I groaned as my body shook from the pleasure. With the pressure forming in my lower stomach, I praised my girl's name. Keeping her tongue inside of me, she moaned louder as my grip tightened. With my eyes rolling back to my head, I finished all over her face.

Keeping her hair in my hands, I made her lick it all up. Doing so, she kept her mouth on me as she licked from my clit to my thighs, making me shudder.

When I was done I took my leg off of her. Picking her up, I took her to the bathroom. Letting out a sound of surprise, she held on to me until I got to my desired spot.

Bending her over the sink, I made her watch as I shoved my fingers inside of her. Pulling her hair, I listened to her whimper as I went faster. Clenching around my fingers, she pushed herself deeper into me. Grinding my palm against her clit, I admired her in all the ways I could. The way she sounds, the way she looks, the way she feels. How her juices drip down my hands, and she lets out little gasps, and her chest heaves as she gets closer and closer.

Pushing her body further against the sink, I made sure her eyes were open as she finished on my hand.

I wasn't done though.

Continuing as if I didn't notice, I went faster and faster. Her hands gripped the counter so hard her knuckles turned white. Her legs seemed completely frozen as she tightened around me again. With more whimpers, she let go.

“That's my good girl,”I praised, pulling my fingers out of her soaked pussy and tangled hair. Sucking on them, I took in her sweet taste. When I was done I set her on the counter.

Spreading her legs with my palms, I harshly pulled her hair again. Reaching between her thighs, she touched herself. Looking at her dripping cunt, I grinned as she got louder.

Pressing my face against her chest, I kissed and bit on her neck, making her gasp. Moving down to her chest, I started swirling my tongue around her nipple while lightly pinching on the other one. As I tugged on her hair one last time, she made her special sound.

Looking down, I saw the mess she had made on the counter. Clicking my tongue, I shook my head as I started cleaning her up with my fingers. Touching her walls and inner legs, I collected her cum.

“Taste yourself,”I ordered, putting my fingers in front of her face. Wrapping her lips around me, she sucked on them for a moment, swirling her tongue around. When she got her cum off and salvia on my hand she pulled away.

Looking her dead in the eye, I licked her spit from my hand.

“You're a kinky girl, aren't you?”I grinned when I was done.

“Yeah, but you already knew that.”

“Well, I didn't know you could be so submissive.”

“I guess you should do new things to me more often then,”She said in a sly voice.

“Yes. I definitely should.”

And I definitely will.

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