#she's so pretty she smells like flowers and i wanna make her dinner

[fraoula-me-psyxologika]

εχω τοσο ακραιο crush στη φαρμακοποιο μου που πηγα για 1 πραγμα φαρμακειο και κατεληξα με 5 γιατι ηθελα απλα να της μιλησω παραπανω🥹

[traveler-at-heart]

The Doctor's In - Part 4

Summary: Wanda and R have their first date ;)

Wanda: Sorry I missed you before you left for work. Wanna come over for dinner with us?

Y/N: Would love to :)

“You’re awfully cheerful for someone who just got dumped” Darcy says as you smile at your phone.

“Who got what?”

“Carol and Maria…”

“No one dump me, there was no relationship to end” you say, locking your phone. You have noticed that Carol has been avoiding you, which is pretty idiotic, considering a lot of the trauma cases that come your way are ortho related.

That would also explain why Kamala rambled so much every time you requested a consult, so you made a note to speak to Carol about it.

“So…” Darcy ponders, and you wish she’d just drop it. She snaps her fingers. “The hot mom!”

“Her name is Wanda, and we are just talking” you refuse to look at her, knowing she can smell the bullshit from miles away.

“Something tells me talking wasn’t the only thing you did with your mouths” she insists, pulling on your sleeve.

“Fine! We kissed and it was awesome! Happy, you little pestering gnome?”

“Yes, lesbian whore. Congrats on securing a ticket to MILF paradise”

“Fuck you”

“Doctor Y/L/N” Kamala enters the room as you give Darcy the middle finger. “I can come back! Sorry!”

“Look what you’ve done” you mumble as Darcy cackles. The joy doesn’t last long, as you steal her chips. She’s too distracted making fun of you to notice.

“Hey, not fair”

You close the door and go after the resident.

“Hey, Kamala”

“Oh, hi. Doctor Danvers asked me to show you some X-Rays”

“Tell Doctor Danvers to show me herself. Or better yet, I will go directly to her. Where can I find her, Doctor Kahn?”

“Uh… I…”

“Never mind, I’ll ask Maria” you turn to leave  and Kamala screeches in horror.

“OR 2. She’s in OR 2. Please don’t do it, my Baba will never forgive me if I get kicked out of the program” the young doctor clings to your arm.

“Kamala. Get it together. It’s gonna be fine. If Carol gets mad, you can be in my service for a week” you promise and she barely stops hyperventilating.

By the time you reach the OR, Carol is done with her surgery. She stops in her tracks when your eyes meet.

“Doctor Danvers, a word?” you ask, trying to sound professional.

“Of course” she nods. Leading you to an empty scrub room, Carol opens the door for you, fidgeting. “What’s up?”

“Stop making everything so awkward. I’m not mad at you. Kamala is about to have a stress induced stroke from all the consults you send her to avoid me”

“You’re really not mad?” Carol says.

“No! I never expected anything else from you. We didn’t talk about it but I always knew what your true feelings were”

“I’m sorry”

“Don’t be, honestly. Just, stop acting like you left me at the altar or some weird shit. We’re colleagues and friends”

“That makes me happy. I didn’t want to stop talking to you” she relaxes. “Though I have to be honest, I told Maria what happened between us”

“Is she mad?”

“Only a bit and just to me. I’ll manage to turn it around” the blonde smiles, a dreamy look on her eyes.

“If it helps, tell her I have a date on Thursday” you say, leaving the room, Carol right behind you.

“Oh, let me guess. The hot mom?” she jokes.

“Her name is Wanda!” you repeat.

“Well, let me know how the date goes?” Carol pats your shoulder, and you nod.

“Will do. Now page your resident and tell her we’re all set before she gets admitted to the Psych ward”

—

The footsteps approaching on the other side make your heart jump. You wonder if the flowers are too much, but when Wanda sees them, her face lights up and you know it was the right thing to do.

“Come on in” Wanda says, taking the flowers and then standing on her toes to kiss your cheek. “The boys are in the living room”

“Want some help with the food?”

“No, I’m almost done. It will be more helpful if you entertain the twins for a little” she says, pulling the flowers close to her chest.

“Alright, then” you’re about to kiss her when the boys walk in. They’re so excited to see you that they don’t notice how close you are to their mother.

“Y/N” Billy says, running towards you.

“Hey, kiddos” you pick them up, carrying them over your shoulder and they giggle. “Come on, there’s a new game I wanna show you”

You take your time to set everything up, explaining a bit about the game. They giggle as Crash jumps and turns in the sand of the first level, and you finish it all, including the tricky jump at the end.

“Who wants to go next?”

“Me” Tommy says, sitting next to you. They are both focused on the game, so you take advantage of the distraction to go see Wanda.

Sliding into the kitchen, you grab her by the waist.

“You scared me” she laughs, allowing you to press against her back, kissing her temple. “What’s going on?”

“I have approximately fifty seconds before they ask for my help so I’m making sure they count” you turn her around and lean forward, capturing her lips and sighing against her mouth. “You look very pretty”

“Thank you”

“You smell really nice” you add, kissing her again, making Wanda laugh. “And I really, really, like kissing you”

Wanda smiles at that, her hand caressing your cheek.

“Y/N!” the boys chant in unison.

“Like clockwork” you mutter, kissing Wanda’s forehead as you go back to the living room.

You spend a few more minutes playing with the kids, until Wanda calls everyone for dinner.

“How’s the arm, kiddo?” you say, sitting next to Billy with Tommy and Wanda in front of you. As you take a bite of the chicken, you notice a funny flavor. “Is this brocc…”

Wanda widens her eyes and kicks you under the table.

“Ouch”

“You ok?” Tommy asks, none the wiser.

“Yeah, I just bit my tongue” you lie, Wanda taking a sip of her water to hide her laugh.

“Kids, eat” she encourages them, and you get the hint. The flavor of the broccoli is hidden with the cheese, so you smile and continue to eat, enjoying every single bite.

“I’m on cleaning duty” you say as soon as everyone finishes, taking the dishes and cleaning the table.

Billy and Tommy run to the living room to continue playing, and as you get ready to wash the dishes, Wanda leans forward and kisses your cheek.

“It’s nice to have you here”

“You have an odd way of showing it, Miss Maximoff” you joke, leaning against her touch.

“In my defense, it’s the only way to get them to eat their greens” she jokes and you lean forward, your lips inches away from hers. In that precise moment, the boys call for her.

“Behave” she warns the children, pulling away to see what the fuss is about.

“Have you thought about boarding schools?” you joke and she pinches your side. “Ah, kidding! I would miss them too much”

You load the dishwasher, clean the pots and put the rest of the food on some containers. By the time you’re done, the kids are getting ready to go to bed.

“Can you come over again tomorrow?”

“If your mom wants me to, sure. I can bring the food this time so she takes a break from cooking” you offer, smiling at Wanda.

“We’ll see about that, Y/N works hard enough as it is. Say goodbye to her, boys”

Tommy and Billy wave at you, already dragging their feet. You stay on the living room, and a few minutes later Wanda comes down.

“Hi” she plops down next to you and you smile.

“All good?”

“A bit tired, that’s all. Just ignore me, you’re the one that works all those crazy hours”

“Nah, it’s fine. I’m used to it by now” you shrug your shoulders.

“Would you like some wine?”

“Sure, I don’t have work tomorrow”

“How come?” Wanda asks when she returns, handing you a glass of red wine and sitting closer to you on the couch.

“Well, I have a really hot date coming up and I need to plan every detail”

“She sounds like a lucky girl” Wanda blushes, biting her lip.

“Oh, I’m the lucky one” you say, placing both of your glasses on the coffee table. “She’s smart, funny, has legs for days, cooks amazing food…”

“Stop” she laughs, and you shake your head no. Wanda is still laughing when you connect your lips with hers, a sigh leaving her mouth when you lift her and place her on your lap, her legs straddling you.

“Is this ok?”

“Yeah” she nods, leaning her forehead against yours. “More than ok. As a matter of fact, I remember reading that kissing is good for your health”

“It’s so good” you say, your lips traveling to her jaw, behind her ear, down her neck. “I’d say do it as often as possible”

“Doctor’s orders?” Wanda jokes, her voice faltering as you come back to her mouth, your tongue swiping across her bottom lip.

“Doctor’s orders”

—

The plan is coming along. You have the tickets for the exhibit and the next thing on the list should be the dinner reservation. Your pager beeps the minute you call the restaurant. 

911.

“Shit” 

You sprint to the car, knowing no one would call you outside of work if it wasn’t serious. 

“What’s wrong?” you walk to the ER, looking around.

“What on Earth is this?” Tony Stark, neurosurgeon and professional asshole gets in your face the minute you get there.

“I don’t know, I’ve been off work since yesterday, Stark” you take the chart, reading all the information until you get to the signature. The writing got progressively worse, until it was just senseless lines.

“This person was clearly having a stroke, and the staff didn’t notice. I have to scrub in and see if I can save his life”

“And you’re wasting time arguing with me” you roll your eyes, pushing the chart to his chest and walking to the OR.

“Where do you think you’re going?”

“To scrub in. If you want to blame me, that’s fine. I’m staying by this patient’s side until he pulls through”

“If he pulls through” Stark says angrily and you ignore him. 

Before scrubbing in, you check your phone.

Wanda: Is everything ok? I saw you leaving in a hurry. 

“By all means, take your time” Stark says, glaring as he walks by you.

You spend the entire surgery in his OR, standing still and doing everything he asks. He’s a rude, pretentious cunt, but if anyone can work a miracle, it’s him, so you suck it up and take every snide comment with a blank stare.

After hours working, Tony sighs, nodding at his work. 

“Close him, Parker,” he asks his resident. You stand watching the young man’s work, until the surgeon asks you to come with him.

“I’m sorry” he blurts out the minute you step out. “This wasn’t your patient, nor your responsibility. And I made it seem like it was”

“It’s still not right. If I had been here, I would have noticed”

“I know. Your work is impeccable” he acknowledges and you nod. Even if he’s an ass, this is the hospital his father built, and he’s a genius with years ahead of you in experience.

“Will he be alright?”

“There’s a good chance he’ll pull through. Let’s be cautiously optimistic. I’ll let Parker explain everything to the family. Sorry for interrupting your days off”

“Not a problem” 

“It’s the first time you’ve taken PTO in 3 years. Fury’s gonna have my head for making you come” Tony says, laughing.

The patient is moved to the ICU, but you’re still not comfortable leaving, so you go back to the on-call room, sitting in a bed to gather your thoughts. Yelling in the hallway makes you stand up, watching as Parker tries to speak to a man and his wife. 

“You discharged him, said he was fine” the man yells, pointing at Peter’s face. 

“Sir, I can assure you, we’re doing our best to make sure your son…”

“We wanna see him now” the man takes Peter by his coat, almost lifting him off the ground. The young man stutters, not knowing how to deescalate the situation.

“Hey, that’s enough” you step in, not realizing the man is about to throw a punch until you make him drop Peter, his elbow connecting with your cheek.

“Crap, Doctor Y/L/N, are you ok?” Peter says, rushing to your side.

“Yeah, fine”

Fucking fantastic. 

“Sir, I’m going to ask you to wait in the foyer, or I’ll call security” Carol steps in, glaring at the man. She waits until he’s gone, muttering an apology your way. “You ok?”

“Mhm, great”

“I thought you had a few days off”

“Yeah, me too”

“Come on, let’s have a look at that punch” Carol says, dragging you to one of the exam rooms. You sigh, trying to keep your eye closed. “No stitches needed”

“Great” you mumble, pulling out your phone. There’s like five messages from Wanda but before you can answer, she calls you.

“Hey”

“Hey, are you ok? You had me worried”

“Yeah, there was a thing at the hospital and I… ouch! Carol, a little warning?” you hiss as the blonde pours some disinfectant on the bruised skin.

“Oh, I didn’t know you were busy” Wanda says, her demeanor changing. “I’m sorry, I’ll leave you alone”

“Wait, Wanda!” you say but it’s too late, the call cut off. “God, could this day get any worse? I have to go”

“Want me to drive you there?” Carol says with a smile and you roll your eyes.

“Yeah. That will make Wanda so happy”

“Whipped” Carol jokes and you try to glare, but it hurts your eye.

Wanda barely put the kids to bed, when she hears a knock on the door. She’s prepared to give you an attitude but then sees your swollen cheek.

“Oh, my God, what happened to you, are you ok?” the brunette says, immediately forgetting she’s mad at you.

“It’s a long story. But that doesn’t matter. Listen, I know how it seems, I tell you I’m busy and when you call me I’m with Carol”

“I know you work together. It’s fine” Wanda lies.

“No, it’s not, come on”

“Ok, just come in and explain everything while I get you some ice, ok?”

“Thanks” you mutter, sitting at the kitchen counter. You fidget with your hands, not looking up until Wanda comes closer, her eyes soft as she moves the hair out of your face.

“Cold” she warns, placing a compress against your skin. You sigh with relief, holding her hand close.

“I’m sorry. I was called in to fix something I didn’t break”

“Don’t apologize for doing your job, Y/N” she says in a soft voice. “Is everyone ok? Is that how you got hurt?”

“Everyone’s ok. The parents were just pissed and I tried to break the fight”

“Does it hurt?” Wanda pulls the compress and examines the skin. It’s a little bruised, but not too swollen.

“It will later” you sigh.

“Anything I can do to help?”

“You can kiss it better”

“Is that what Carol was doing earlier?” Wanda tilts her head, a dangerous look in her eyes that sends shivers down your spine.

“Oh, come on! Not fair!”

“I’m kidding” she says, finally kissing you softly. You close your eyes, relaxing for the first time in 12 hours. “I’m sorry for giving you a hard time, you were saving lives”

“What you feel is valid. Don’t apologize for it, ok? I’ll always listen to you, I promise” you kiss her hand, smiling when she blushes. “We’re still up for our date, right?”

“We can reschedule, you must be exhausted”

“Not a chance” you say, pulling her closer again. “I’ve been waiting too long for this”

“Well, alright. If you insist” she pecks your lips and you nod.

“I do”

“I have an… odd request” she says, avoiding your eyes.

“I won’t kink shame you, I promise”

“Can you be serious for just a second?” Wanda laughs, taking your hand. You make a motion to keep quiet, and let her speak. “Can you… pick me up around the block?”

“I can. But why am I doing it?”

“First of all, if the kids see you, they’ll want to tag along. And also… I’m not trying to be pessimistic here, I just want to protect them. It’s been the three of us since they were born and I’ve never even dated anyone, let alone someone they know” she takes a deep breath, hoping you won’t get upset.

“Billy and Tommy come first, always” you nod. “I agree to the new rule, or I can wear glasses and a fake mustache”

“Nope” she shakes her head, covering your mouth with her hand.

“A bald cap then” you mumble against her palm.

She figures the only way to make it stop is by kissing you and she leans forward, her lips against yours. You smile dreamily as she pulls apart.

“Now. Would you like some dinner?” Wanda offers, and you almost drop to your knees.

“God, you’re so fucking perfect, Wanda Maximoff”

The way she blushes and giggles makes up for all the shitty things that happened in the past hours.

—

“There’s food and snacks, a list of phone numbers on the fridge in case of an emergency”

“Yes, Mrs. Maximoff,” Morgan says, following the woman around the house. It’s her first time babysitting the twins, but Wanda has known the girl since she started giving her private art lessons and trusts her.

“Boys, I’m leaving” Wanda calls, the kids standing up from the table to hug their mom goodbye. “Be good to Morgan, ok?”

“Where are you going?” Tommy asks.

“A work thing” she lies, feeling terrible about hiding the truth from the twins. But still, she knows it’s for the best to keep this private.

She waves goodbye one last time and walks past the house, noticing your car is no longer in the driveway. Her heart beats fast at the expectation of an evening together.

“Hey, gorgeous” you greet, leaning against the passenger door. “You look absolutely stunning”

You admire how amazing she looks in a pair of jeans, a white tee and a long sleeve sweater.

“So do you” she kisses you, smiling as you open the door to the car.

“Thanks, the purple eye gives my look a nice touch” you say as you begin the drive.

“Are you gonna tell me where we are going?”

“You’ll find out soon enough” you say, hoping she likes the surprise. “First stop” you announce, opening the car door for Wanda and looking at the building in front of you. 

“Artechouse. Oh, I’ve heard about this” Wanda nods, intrigued.

“I did too, but never made the time to go. Come on” you lead her to the entrance, showing your tickets. “There’s a small bar if you wanna have a drink before we go in” 

“Let’s go in now” she says, looking everywhere. 

You think it’s a good sign that she’s so interested in the exhibit, so you lead her to the start, both of you gasping as you enter a room that is projecting videos of flowers from floor to ceiling. Wanda’s hand searches yours in the dark, and you smile shyly as she holds it, walking around the room.

The intimacy of the place allows you to come closer, sharing everything you see in a low voice and enjoying the show. 

“Check this out” you say, lifting your arm, the animation following your movements. Wanda lets out a laugh, doing the same.

Each room enchants Wanda even more, the next installation featuring plants that react to the touch with light and sound. Your favorite by far is the tree that reacts differently if you’re holding hands or hugging. As you walk up to it, Wanda is still holding your hand and you both look at the screen. Well, she’s looking at the projection and you’re looking at her, thinking how beautiful she is. 

Taking a step forward, your arms go around her waist and you smile, admiring how the images change.

“It’s beautiful” Wanda whispers, turning to you. “You’re not looking” 

“I have the best view right in front of me” you smile, happy when she kisses you softly.

Wanda takes her time examining everything and once she’s done, you walk to the exit. 

“That was amazing. I forgot how much I enjoy these things. Thank you, Y/N”

“Glad you liked it” 

“Best first date I’ve had,” she smiles.

“Oh, this is only the first part. You don’t really think I’d forget about the food, right?” 

“Where are we going?”

“Well, there’s a very fancy option but I don’t feel like going with this thing on my face” you point at the bruise, annoyed. “If you’re feeling adventurous we could try something different?” 

“You look perfectly fine, darling” she kisses your cheek. “But I’m up for an adventure, so lead the way” 

“Awesome” you hold her hand, walking down the street and away from the museum. This is your favorite part of town, close to the pier and the little shops that are open until late. 

You walk down the promenade, showing Wanda some of the places you love. There’s a small gallery, a cafe, and other shops. 

“We’re here” you announce, pointing excitedly at the kebab shop. “This is fine, right? We can still go to the fancy place if you like”

“Sorry this place isn’t fancy enough for you, Majesty” the owner pops out of nowhere, scaring you.

“Samir! That’s not what I meant. You know I love your food”

“Mhm” he glares, but then smiles at Wanda. “What can I get for you, angel?”

“Well, what’s good here?” Wanda wonders, not as familiar with the dishes. “Maybe a shawarma” 

“How about a kebab box, fries to share and a doner” you suggest, “And her shawarma, of course” 

“That’s a lot of food” she protests and you shrug your shoulders.

“I’m always eating leftovers before I leave for work so it’s fine, babe” 

“Oh, well” she wants to scold you about your eating habits, but the pet name makes her dizzy. 

You pay and lead them to a small table outside, unaware of Wanda’s flustered state. You hand over a soda and open your can, taking a sip.

“We can go to other art shows whenever you want, you know? Even if I don’t understand anything, I do enjoy watching you” you smile, laughing as Wanda’s cheeks go red at the comment.

“I did enjoy it, thank you. You come here often?”

“I do, I love the food here. Samir noticed I came late because of my shifts and he always saved me some food. Nice fella” you turn to make sure he’s not listening. “But I promise I’ll take you to dinner to that other place when I don’t look like a raccoon”

“You don’t have to” 

“I kinda want to see you in a dress, all fancy like that time you left for another date” you smile at the memory of how beautiful she looked.

Wanda’s heart bursts with the way you look at her, complete adoration in your eyes. She’s almost left speechless, but her phone saves her. 

“It’s my brother” she apologizes, taking the call. “Hi, Pietro. No, I’m not with them. Because, I’m out. Of course with a babysitter, stupid” she rolls her eyes, and then switches to a language that you don’t understand, but sounds like Russian. You look at her in awe, until Samir calls for you to get the food. By the time you’re back at the table, Wanda already hung up.

“Sorry about that” 

“No, don’t worry. I guess I never asked, but are you Russian?”

“Sokovian” she corrects. “We moved to the States when Pietro and I were ten” 

“Wow. I never… you don’t even have an accent” 

“It slips up from time to time, especially if I’m angry or… flustered” Wanda says, and you almost choke on the food, thinking of all the ways you could make it come out. 

“Oh, well” you clear your throat. “Is your brother ok?”

“Yeah, he wanted to ask the boys something about video games that I don’t understand. I’m sure you would” 

“I don’t know, my knowledge is limited to things that existed when I was a kid. How’s the food?”

“Amazing. Wow” Wanda says, pleased with the flavor of the meat and how it compliments the rice and dips.

“See? We’re good enough for a first date” Samir shouts from the kitchen.

“Stop listening to our conversation” you shout back and he grumbles. Wanda smiles, thinking of something she’s wanted to ask for a while now.

“Do you ever visit your family?” 

“No, not really” you shake your head. “I pretty much left for college and never returned. Except this one Christmas, where I was feeling kind of lonely and tired. I just wanted to be home, but everything was so different, my half siblings were just too much to handle for anyone… and I didn’t even know what to do, no one bought me a present because I was never around and they just thought I’d be gone like last year”

“I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have asked…”

“It’s fine” you shrug your shoulders. “I know it’s weird, but I like my life, you know? My colleagues are great, I’m doing what I love… and if I hadn’t moved here, I wouldn’t have met you”

“Yeah, that’s true. It’s their loss” Wanda smiles, kissing you. You smile against her lips. “You can always spend the holidays with us, you know? I mean, it’s too soon to talk about it, I’m just saying”

“That would be nice” you interrupt her rambling. “Now, I have something very important to ask. Out of all the neighbors, which one is the most annoying and why?”

“Well, I’d say it’s… Agatha”

“Harkness! Yes! I knew you disliked her too” 

Wanda laughs and you keep the conversation going. By the time you’re done, you pay and leave a big tip for Samir, who gives you a hug as you leave the store.

“I’m so full” Wanda says, patting her stomach. 

“I know. Oh, you want ice cream?” you say, remembering the gelato store that is a few shops ahead. 

“You just said you were full!”

“It’s ice cream, come on” you take her hand, and pay for two cones. Wanda orders strawberry while you opt for chocolate.

“How is it?” you ask as you walk down the pier, enjoying the view. 

“Amazing, have some” she offers the cone, but you kiss her instead. “That’s not what I meant” Wanda laughs against your lips.

“Well, it tastes amazing to me” you say, leaning forward and chasing after her soft lips, the flavor lingering as you deepen the kiss. Wanda sighs against your mouth, pulling you closer until your hand goes down her waist. “Best ice cream I’ve ever had” 

“Yeah” Wanda nods, her eyes closed. You peck her lips one last time, and continue your walk, still talking about everything you can think of, enjoying each other’s company.

When she checks the time more than once you get the hint, ready to go home.

“I’m sorry, I’m just being annoying, we can stay longer” 

“It’s ok, I know you like to be home early. Come on, we can drink wine or I’ll let you go to bed”

You rest your hand on Wanda’s leg for the entire ride home, unaware that your touch is making the woman restless. When you’re close to your house, you stop exactly where you picked Wanda up.

“I can just park at home, right? The boys are probably asleep”

“Yeah” Wanda nods, flustered. You’re about to ask what’s wrong when she moves forward, pulling you down for a rough kiss that takes your breath away. It’s a bit messy and desperate, and you ignore the strain of your seatbelt as Wanda pulls you closer to her, sighing against your mouth.

“You can’t park here!” an annoying person knocks on your window and you both break apart. “Oh, my! Wanda? Doctor Y/L/N?”

Damn it, it’s Agatha Harkness. Your nosy, annoying neighbor. Rolling down the window and smoothing your clothes, you smile at her.

“Hey, Miss Harkness. Sorry, I’ll move right now” 

“No, don’t worry” she gives you a sly smile. “Have a good night, you two love birds”

“Night, Agatha” Wanda says and you turn on the car, finally parking in your driveway.

“That was fun” you comment, opening the door for Wanda and crossing the street to walk her home.

“Yeah, just our luck” Wanda laughs, taking your hand. “Wanna come in? Or do you have to work tomorrow?”

“Not until Saturday. Come on” you let her lead you to her house, opening the door as quietly as possible. Wanda sees Morgan at the kitchen table, doing her homework.

“How did everything go?”

“Great, they went to sleep an hour ago” 

“Morgan Stark?” you greet, closing the door behind you. 

“You two know each other?” Wanda says.

“Yeah, my parents work at the hospital with Doctor Y/L/N” Morgan says, waving at you. “Nice to see you” 

“Did you drive here? Or want me to take you home?” 

“It’s fine, I drove here” she says, and you hand over some money before Wanda can pay her. 

“Drive safely, ok? Don’t want your dad giving me crap on the next meeting”

“Will do. Good night, Miss Maximoff”

“Night, Morgan”

“You didn’t have to pay for that too” Wanda says, kissing you. “But thank you” 

“Anytime. How do you know Morgan?” you nod when she offers you a glass of wine and you walk to the living room with her.

“I’m giving her private art lessons. She’s really good. Had no idea her parents were doctors”

“Not just any doctors, baby” you say, taking a sip. “Tony’s father built the hospital we work in. And he’s done some amazing research in neurosurgery. Pepper is also one of the best plastic surgeons in the world” 

“Wow, Morgan is so sweet and down to Earth”

“She gets that from her mom, Tony can be an ass” you mutter and Wanda laughs. “So, did I secure a second date?”

“A third one as well. But only if I can pay for the next one”

“Nu-uh. I’m spoiling you, baby” you say, your hand going to her leg. You notice how Wanda’s cheeks turn red, and you’re not sure if it’s the nickname or the contact. “Come here”

You take her glass of wine, approaching her slowly and kissing her. It’s tender at first, but then your hands travel to her lower back, and Wanda moans against your mouth. You deepen the kiss, sighing when she pushes you on your back, climbing on top of you.

Wanda kisses down your neck, biting slightly. The sudden nip makes your hips jolt forward, and she has to hold back another moan.

“I don’t know how you do it” she says, shivering when your hands travel down and cup her ass through her jeans.

“Do what, baby?”

“Drive me crazy with just one touch”

“Let me take care of you” you ask, kissing her, your hands going all the way to the front of her pants.

“Mom?”

“Shit” she mutters, both of her hands covering your mouth. “What is it, sweetheart?”

“I’m thirsty,” Tommy says.

“Alright, don’t come down, I’ll be right there, ok?” she says, hoping the boy hasn’t noticed anything strange. But he’s too sleepy so he just agrees and returns to his room. “I’m sorry”

She removes her hands from your mouth, helping you up.

“It’s fine, I enjoy the choking but just give me a heads up”

“Stop” she says, blushing. “I’ll be right back. Unless, you want to go? I’m sorry”

“I can stay” you nod, smiling at her disheveled state.

“Alright, I’ll be back” Wanda promises, pecking your lips.

You sit up, fixing your hair and taking a sip of the wine to calm down.

“Everything ok?” you say as Wanda comes down. She nods, smiling and sitting next to you.

“Yeah, I just didn’t think they’d be up. Maybe… we could wait a bit? When I’m not worried about the boys walking in on anything”

“Of course. Come here” you open your arms, and she settles, leaning her head against your shoulder. You kiss her temple. “Wanna watch some tv?”

“What about a sitcom? I love watching those”

“Like Friends?”

“Like Bewitched or… The Dick Van Dyke show” she says and you laugh, completely caught off guard by the suggestion.

“You’re fascinating, Wanda Maximoff” you say, handing over the remote, ready to watch whatever she wants.

[luveline]

Slightly different request but maybe we can see Eddie and roan having a close loving and cuddly moment together that mostly centres them? You’ve just characterised them so well and I love their daddy daughter dynamic

thank you for your request! eddie and roan ♥︎ fem!reader 1k

"Hey, pumk-min," Eddie says, "whatcha doing?" 

Roan looks up at her dad and squints. She's as Munson as they come, pale-skinned with dark curls, dark brows set over big brown eyes that look adorable when narrowed. 

"You're being 'spicious," she says. 

Eddie kneels down, knees in the soft rug Roan has claimed as her colouring den, and huffs. His pyjama pants are yours, purple with black and dainty flowers, and his t-shirt is a washed out charcoal grey that Roan's seen all her life. His hair is half dry, half damp from the shower, curls weighed down with water. He looks young, though Roan doesn't know that. To her, Eddie just looks like her dad. 

"I do have something to ask you," he admits.

She hums and makes an expression beyond her years. Yeah, I thought so. "What?" she asks. 

"I need help making dinner tonight cause Y/N's going out." 

Roan smiles at the mention of you, then frowns when she remembers you're leaving on a Saturday. "Where's she going? I want to go." 

"She's going to see her friends," he says. 

"I'm her friend," Roan whines. 

"You're my best friend!" you call as you rush down the stairs. 

You walk into the living room where they're sequestered, not so much as perturbed by the bombshell mess of pencils and crayons. 

"Like, in the whole world," you add, threading an earring through your ear before pressing on the back. "What do you think, do I look pretty?" 

Roan stands up and a collection of pencils fall from the fluffy skirt of her princess dress, shiny layers of turquoise blue that dance around her ankles as she rushes to climb up onto the sofa. She leans over the back and you receive her for a short hug.

She complains as you pull back. 

"I know, I know, I'm sorry," you say, smushing a kiss to her little forehead. "I won't be gone too long, princess, and that's a promise." 

Eddie stands too to see you out the door. Roan deflates against the couch cushions but doesn't cry, just says, "Bye, mom," in a sulky mumble.  

Eddie takes your hands. 

"Why does she always call me mom when I'm trying to leave?" you ask. Roan calls you mom sometimes, your name mostly, and sweetheart when she's feeling funny. 

"'Cause she knows it'll make you wanna stay," he says, which you already knew. "You look beautiful. Tell your other boyfriend I said hello."

You hug him and you smell like lots of things, perfume and hairspray and soap, arms behind his neck. Your jewellery sparkles almost as much as your smile. He squeezes your waist. 

"See you later. Love you." You poke your head around the door jam as you step back. "Love you Ro!" 

"I love you!" she shouts cheerfully. 

A quick kiss and you're gone. 

Eddie's glad to see, despite your departure, that Roan is in good spirits. She puts her hands under her face and holds herself up by the elbows, a poster child for pretty babies in her dress and her messy hair. 

"What's for dinner, anyway?" she asks curiously. 

"Anyway," Eddie repeats, laughing, "I was thinking we'd have what we always have when Y/N's not home."

Roan squeals and holds out her arms. "Cheeseburgers!" she shouts, climbing up into Eddie's chest as he wraps his arms around her. 

He'd been planning on carrying her to the kitchen. It's been a couple of hours since lunch and Eddie knows she must be hungry, but he gets a whiff of her jellybean shampoo and holds her closer. 

Roan melts into the affection. Her tiny nose jabs him in the chest, her silky soft curls tickling him all over as she cuddles in. He drags his hand up the breadth of her back. 

"It's not so bad, is it? Spending time with dad?" 

"It's the best." 

Eddie spins her around. He holds the small of her back and let's the momentum carry her head back, prompting a wave of delirious giggles. She enjoys it, and Eddie assumes that'll be the end of it, but when she gets her bearings back she wraps her warm hands behind his neck and stares up at him lovingly. It's the only word that can describe her little expression. 

"I love you," she says, beaming. 

"I love you, too. You're not just saying that because you want extra cheese, are you?" 

"I do want extra cheese," she says honestly. "But I will still love you if you don't give me any. Maybe." 

He hikes her up higher so they're face to face. For Eddie, it's like looking into a cuter, younger mirror. She's so funny and quirky and lovely, he gets a stab of emotion, heat behind his eyes. 

"I love you," he says, kissing her cheek. "Love you so much," —he kisses her other cheek— "you can have every slice of cheese in the house." He kisses her cheek again, too many times. 

When he pulls away, she's pink in the face. 

"As long as you don't–" 

"Don't tell mom, I know." 

They gather their resources and make the best burgers ever. Eddie melts the promised cheese on the griddle in the patty grease and Roan eats what won't fit on her burger with a spoon. She's crashing hard from a food coma when you finally get home, but she still makes a point to tell you how much cheese Eddie gave her. 

"Like, the whole packets," she brags sleepily, face half hidden in Eddie's chest. 

You press wine cooler kisses against their foreheads. "Yeah? Leave any for me?" 

"Oh…" Roan blinks at you with wide eyes. "Sorry." 

"In the microwave," Eddie mouths. 

You grin and dance away, clearly tipsy and humming. When you find the burger he'd made you, you laugh. "Aw, yis. My boyfriend's the best," he hears your say, awed. 

"Don't forget that ring on your finger!" he calls. "God knows my savings account won't." 

"My fiance is the best," you amend to yourself. 

Roan snuggles into Eddie's chest. Eddie pets her hair. 

"Love you, pumk-min," he says. 

Roan snores.

[mm-275]

MILES MORALES HEADCANNONS

Request: nope

tw: some cuss words

- You would probably have had to have asked him out first, cause I know everything that happened with Gwen and when he flirted with her, scarred him.

- If you asked him out, honestly good for you cause he would’ve taken literally forever to do it himself 😭

- Butttt, if he asked you out, he took FOREVER to even think about talking to you, let alone asking you out on a date.

- This boy is so incredibly bad with saving up his money. He was able to do it the first few dates, but don’t get used to it because most dates will be on his roof or in his or your rooms (you don’t mind because he makes it fun)

- You guys get into a good flow of a relationship pretty quickly, and if you have classes with him, the teachers hate you guys so much (it’s his fault he’s throwing stuff at you) 

- He would never rush you in anything, so any “major” steps in the relationship will probably have to be initiated by you (hand holding, first kiss, etc etc)

- But you were never made aware of this, so on the like 5th date you’re like “wtf why won’t he hold my hand”

- He just doesn’t know how a relationship works (we know his mom would murder him if he got a girlfriend), so please help him out he’s clueless 😭

- When you meet his parents, Rio and Jeff think your great (you have the decency to call them Mr & Mrs Morales), and you brought Rio some flowers (you bugged Miles for WEEKS to get him to find out her favorite flower)

- They do question you thoroughly, not to be rude, they wanna make sure you’re a good influence and that you care (I love Gwen but Miles had to have had so much patience I would kick her out the SECOND she put her shoes on my bed)

- Reassure them that you don’t want to nor that you’ve ever done drugs/gotten drunk, and it’s even better if you get good grades.

- They probably invited you to stay for dinner, and you devour Rio’s food (cause I can smell that she cooks like a goddess) and if you ask her to teach you to cook she’s in love and she will make you hang out with her more than you hang out with Miles.

- I think Jeff would be a little less trusting, I mean, he’s a cop so he knows shit that goes down in the streets (he followed you around once or twice when he saw you and Miles walking somewhere together)

- When you wanna take Miles to meet your parents, he’s fucking terrified. He forgets everything and runs everything by you 4x to make sure

- “Does this outfit look good?” “Miles, it’s fine my parents don’t care that much” “I don’t like this shirt hold on-”

- Wears his nicest clothes and shoes he can find, and makes sure to bring your mom her favorite flowers (this is his payback for your weeks and weeks of asking him about his mom)

- He seems like the type of kid that parents love, so he leaves with your parents loving him (he checks 3x a week if they still like him)

- I don’t think he has a big type, I think he’s cool with whatever as long as your personalities click (he’s a thigh guy I stand by that)

- Whatever classes you guys don’t have together, he will walk you to yours. Don’t try to stop him, he will not listen. He will, however, be late to his own class because he did want to hold your hand down the hallway.

- He’s so terrified to tell you about him literally being spiderman, and when he does tell you, you dont believe him, then he pulls out his suit and climbs on the wall and you’re like wtf (like the tom holland spiderman scene)

- Will sneak into your room/sneak you into his room at night because he’s lonely and he loves you (especially before you meet parents)

- Says I love you first, but does it without realizing it because he’s been thinking it, but it slips out and he doesn’t realize it until you react to it.

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pt. 2 is up but tumblr hates me and wont let me link anything

[sage-green-matcha]

MAROON - ETHAN LANDRY PT. 1 🍷🥀🔪

“The burgundy on my t-shirt when you splashed your wine into me, and how the blood rushed into my cheeks so, scarlet it was” - Taylor Swift

Content includes: mentions of murder, alcohol, pretty much it for this chapter!

Pt. 2 of Maroon | Pt. 3 of Maroon | PT. 4 of Maroon |

(A/n: This is the first chapter of a series! It’s gonna be ab 5-7 parts? I’m not sure yet. Hope you enjoy! )

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Your whole life you'd felt like an outcast, no friends, a broken family. You'd move around your entire childhood, you never had one place that you called home. You knew you couldn't get too comfortable anywhere you were.

That was until you moved to Woodsboro. You were there for your last two years of high school. Becoming friends with a group of "popular kids" but what you didn't know was that at the cost of having friends was death.

"Y/n, you okay?" Tara waved her hand in your face. "I- yea I'm fine" Your lips were agape, picturing the sight of the dead bodies you had seen in the past. You took it harder than everyone else. Sam kept trying to get you to go to therapy but you refused. You didn't think anything was wrong with you. But the situation changed how you looked at everyone and everything.

You couldn't trust anyone, nowhere was safe. You felt like there were eyes on you at all times. And you never dared to pick up any calls from unknown numbers. "I was asking what we should get for dinner? Everyone's coming over in a bit" "Oh uh, I'm fine with anything"

It was just a normal night to everyone else, but to you, the moon was the same as it was on that night. It was full, and it messed with your head. "Y/n...it might be last minute but do you wanna go to a party? It's Halloween themed and I know you've been wanting to wear your costume" She smiled at you.

She knew you would say yes, everyone loved when you were drunk. You were the same person from before the murders, the same funny, sweet, Y/n that gave no fucks. You let loose, you'd dance with anyone who asked and took whatever drink was handed to you.

"Yea, I'll get ready" "Nice" she squealed, leaving you alone. You kept your door open, finding your pink butterfly wing teeshirt, pairing it with a green mini skirt. It was simple enough but still cute, tying the shirt in the front to make the "slutty" aspect of Halloween come into play. You had a little flower crown, carefully placed butterflies all over it, a green bow in the back.

You did your makeup with care, adding glitter and gems to the sides of your eyes. "Hi Y/n...we're leaving soon" you responded to the unfamiliar voice, looking up quickly "Oh, hey Ethan...right?" He nodded. You'd be lying if you said you didn't think he looked silly. He was wearing a cardboard hat, grey tape around the edges to give it a "cleaned up" look.

"Yea...Ethan Landry" "And what are you supposed to be, Ethan?" He was really cute, he had a shy look in his eye, his cheeks covered in pretty roses blush color. "I'm a Knight" "Your armor isn't really shiny" he looked confused and kinda offended at the same time.

"I- I'm just kidding, sorry. I'll be out soon" You smiled up at him. He had pictured your smile in his mind and it was so much better than he had imagined. You were always quiet and serious in Econ class, but you looked so good with a smile on your face.

Luckily, Ethan would be getting to see you smile all night, the first one when you took your first shot of the night. "To the Fab 5, and! To Ethan, my roommate" "Chad ew, don't call us that" Tara cringed. "Yea! And Sams not here so it's not the full 5" you laughed. "Okay, okay whatever. Cheers guys" You took the small glass to your lips, burning liquid smoothly going down your throat, tossing away old memories and letting yourself go.

"Let's dance!" You dragged Tara to the dance floor also known as the living room, the smell of smoke filling your nose. "Does Sam know you're here?" "No!" She laughed and you shook your head. "You know she's gonna track you down, right?" "Nah, she won't find me"

You stumbled back to the kitchen, Ethan scrolling on his phone silently. "Hey, E...you drink?" You held up a bottle tauntingly and he shook his head. "Uh, no" "yea, I saw you spit out that shot" you smiled, turning back to the table of alcohol, pouring two shots of vodka. "Here" you handed him one, his shaky voice thanking you.

You liked Ethan, sure you'd only known him for a couple hours but he reminded you of yourself. Getting dragged into new friend groups where they don't quiet except you, feeling left out of jokes since he hadn't been here long. "How long have you been in New York?" You strike up a conversation, Anika stealing you back after the long chat. "Got eyes for Landry, huh?" "He's cute" you shrugged with a smile, taking a drink from the red solo cup in your hand. "Chads gonna freak"

Her eyes widened and so did her smile. It finally felt like you were trusting someone, opening up, and starting a conversation. You knew the next time you'd seen him he'd be confused by the lack of energy you'd have. In reality, the alcohol was what was giving you that boost.

You sat down next to the two girls, Mindy explaining her logic behind being at this party and the small chance of almost being killed again. "What about you Y/n? Aren't you a bit paranoid?" "Yeah, I guess. But I feel safe around you guys" you smirked. "Oh also Y/n, I don't Trust Ethan at all. He looks too innocent" "Isn't that the best part?" You laughed, Mindy with a disgusted look on her face.

"I'm gonna go stand in line for the bathroom" You blew kisses at them as you walked away, walking around to find the bathroom. You felt yourself lose balance as you walked, someone catching you as you felt liquid splash on your shirt. "Ah man, my shirt" You held onto the randos chest, trying to stay balanced. "Shit, Y/n...you okay?" You looked up with drunk eyes, Ethan looking down at you with concern.

"Yeah, I'm fine. But my shirt...not so much" You frowned, blush rushing into your cheeks as you looked at him. You untied your Tee, the Maroon color splashed all over your top, making it look like someone had stabbed you. "Is that wine?" He shrugged. "I'm not sure, this girl just gave it to me" he smiled, helping you hold yourself up against the wall.

"Thanks for catching me, I'm not completely drunk, these heels are just uncomfortable to walk in" You slipped off the gold shoes, Ethan standing next to you uncomfortably. "Uhm, let's get you a new drink, yea?" "Oh, no no it's okay. I wasn't gonna drink it...uhm it's fine" he stumbled over his words quite a lot. You couldn't tell if he was just nervous or if this is just how he was all the time.

"Ethan! My man!" Chads hand slapped over the poor boy's shoulder. "Whoah...Y/n, you look like you just got attacked...again" "Very funny Chad" you glared at him. "Hey uh, not to interrupt this throuple but your services are needed" Anika turned the corner as Chad sighed. "I'm needed, I'll be back" "Throuple huh...I think I'd like to just have fun with you, E" You held back a laugh, walking away with a smile and an awkward wink.

Ethan was left a flustered and confused mess, following to find Chad. As for you, you'd finally find the bathroom. Looking at your wine-splashed shirt. It was a familiar view. But instead of blood, it was an innocent drink. You lifted your shirt, your fingers tracing over the two, deep knife scars.

You were lucky to only get two lousy scars, compared to others...you told yourself you didn't have room to complain. After all, you were alive, you made it through the night and you took it to your advantage.

You snapped out of your trance as you heard a familiar voice. Sam, oh shit. "Excuse me" You struggled to push through the crowded hall, bumping into Ethan once you got to the scene. You moving to stand by his side. "Oh shit" you cringed as Sam took her taser to the man's crotch.

"Sam? Are you fucking kidding me? You're stalking me now?" You And Ethan watched in confusion, the dude now on the floor. "Holy shit! It's that psycho girl!" The room filled with laughter, grabbing Ethan's hand as everyone chased Tara.

"Is this like a regular thing in this friend group?" The group walked in unison, you And Ethan behind everyone else. "Yea," you sighed, feet aching with your shoes in your hand. "I like your flower thingy...by the way" "Thanks, made it myself" you took it off your head, handing it to him before stealing the cardboard hat from off his. "Trade me?" "Oh uh...yea" he placed the crown on his head awkwardly, trying to fix his hair as you slipped his hat over your head.

"Looks cute on you" The pink flowers matched with his soft personality, and his flushed cheeks. You on the other hand looked very strange, getting looks from the people that were once staring at Sam and Tara.

"Tara..will you stop?" Sam struggled to catch up with her sister, Tara not giving a fuck. "I cannot believe you did that, you embarrassed me!" "That gut was a dick! He was gonna take advantage of you" "So?!" You rubbed underneath your eyes, knowing that they were about to get into an argument yet again.

It was always like this, they argue just to never make up and argue again. It's a continuous cycle that has never ended. "So?" Sam repeated in shock. "If I wanna hook up with an ass hole that's my decision?! It's my decision" "Okay.." Sam scoffed.

"It's not about you!... You..you were out of my life for 5 years and then you can't leave me alone for 5 minutes" Sams's only and most used "comeback" was that Tara wasn't going to the councilor, That she wasn't dealing with what happened to her. You wondered if she thought the same thing about you, you were worse than Tara with the subject, you had completely blocked out any idea of it with anyone. Sure everyone knew what happened in the back of their head, but it was for the best if no one mentioned it.

"Hey...guys come on" Tara ignored Chad, trying to get them to stop. Tara rambled, even you thought her words were a bit harsh. "You just follow me here and you won't let me out of your sight" "Just...trying to look out for you" You could tell Sam felt defeated, rethinking her actions. "I know...I know you are. But you can't do it for the rest of my life, you have to let me go"

Next thing you knew the smell of cherry coke filled your nose, a drink splashed all over Sam by a random girl. The two were already at it, Sam trying to aggressively go after her, Chad pulling her back. "The fuck is wrong with you?" "You know what you did!" "I didn't fucking do anything!"

You waved at Ethan to follow you, chasing behind Mindy and the rest of the group. "I'm so fucking tired of this!" Tara's eyes watered in frustration, Chad rubbed her back Anika and Mindy holding hands as they walked. You only now realized how alone you were. Sure you'd have some flirty moments with Mindy or Anika but they were purely platonic, you'd never had an actual partner.

"Y/n, I heard what you said to Ethan, not that drunk huh?" She laughed. "He knows I'm kidding...or not. Right E?" "What?" He caught up and you smiled to the ground. "You talked to my bro? Damn, I guess you two would make a good pair" Chad laughed. "No, I don't trust him. He's weird, he always stutters when he talks. He's definitely hiding something" Mindy scoffed.

"I'm right here..." "No, he's just like that with Girls, Man has never experienced female contact" Ethan rolled his eyes, sighing. Mindy also rolled her eyes, she was always stubborn, especially when she was convinced someone was dangerous. "Well I'm gay, so I don't know why he's scared of me" "Maybe cause you're really intimidating, Mindy" Tara turned back, a broken smile back on her face.

"You are...kinda really rude too" "Am not, your face is just annoying to look at" your eyes widened. "Okay you two, cut it out" You all finally got to the apartment, running into your room to take off the wet, uncomfortable shirt. You placed Ethan's hat on your bed, finding a long sleeve and pj pants to switch into.

"Hey, here's your thingy back" he knocked on the door, handing it to you. "Oh, thanks" you grabbed his hat off the bed, giving it back. "I- I think I'm just gonna take it all off, restricting" you agreed. "Yea...plus the party's already over" "I...I'm really sorry about your shirt...by the way" "It's fine, ill just order another one"

"Y/n, hey I think you're gonna wanna see this" Chad called from the living room, you And Ethan rushing to his voice. He called out to Sam who was downstairs, the two of you meeting in the living room in shock. "Cute boy...nice" Quinn smiled and you smirked.

You stared at the Tv, "Also found at the scene were various Ghost Face costumes..." you heart dropped to your ass, you could feel tears start to form in your eyes. "I'm not doing this shit again" you rushed to your room, Sam chasing behind you. "Y/n...Y/n come on we can leave, I'll get tara" "Guys! Wait no! Hold on! No wait, let's talk about this for a second" the two of you had already made your way to the kitchen, knifes in hand.

"This might not have anything to do with us" "Are you serious?" Sam asked. Great, another argument. But this time you sided with Sam. This definitely had something to do with all of you. "It's Halloween! Everybody's wearing masks" "Tara! Tara, this isn't a coincidence!" Your eyes were wide, looking at her trying to find where she found the audacity to say that.

"Tara...we knew him" you spoke up. "He was in one of our classes! We Barley knew him" She scoffed. "Chad, Mindy back us up here" your eyes creased, heart pumping as if you'd just run a marathon. "I mean it is a little bit..." "close to home..." Mindy finished his sentence. "Quinn! Your dad's a cop right? Can you call him and see what's going on? Before you make the dumb ass decision to abandon my college education, and flee the fucking state?" Everyone looked up at Quinn, her Phone to her ear as she called.

You froze as you felt your phone ring in your pocket. Everyone's eyes on you. You slowly took it out, looking at the contact. "Who is it?" You let out a small sigh of relief. "It's just Gale, probably excited about the new book opportunity" you held your face in your palms. "Why'd everyone just freak out when her phone rang?" "You gotta keep up My Dude" you felt your heart beat faster, holding back tears.

"Sam, my dad wants to talk to you" you rushed to your room, closing the door behind you. You fell against it, tears spilling out. You thought you'd finally escaped it, but now your progress was ruined, you were back at square one. It was only bound to get worse, this was just the beginning.

[abbyslev]

Ok ok I have this super cute idea so hange and reader are trying to have a cute in house date yk but suki wants to have a dinner date/tea party with hange instead

𝑻𝑬𝑨 𝑷𝑨𝑹𝑻𝒀!- 𝑯𝑨𝑵𝑮𝑬 𝑿 𝑹𝑬𝑨𝑫𝑬𝑹

A/N: THIS IS SO CUTE BYE PARENT HANGE>

“What’s up, rockstar?” Hange picked up Suki, pressing a big kiss on her cheek. 

     “Hi!” Suki wrapped her small arms around Hange. “Where’s mama?” Hange handed the girl a chocolate bar. “Kitchen! Kitchen!” Suki was set down, running off back into the kitchen. 

        Hange walked into you setting the plates out. “Hey, babe.” Hangs greeted you, wrapping you in a hug and kissing your lips. You pulled away, pushing their hair behind their ear. “I got you some flowers.” Hnage stuck them out. “Thank you!” You smell them, pressing another kiss to Hange’s lips. As you set the flowers in a vase, Hange sets the table. 

        You turn on Suki’s favorite channel, patting her back as she slowly closes her eyes. You set her down on the couch, hoping she'll stay down. You and Hange much preferred a home dinner date, just the two of you conversing and not having to worry about anything. Plus, Hange likes your cooking the best. 

     “How was your day?” Hange poured you a cup of wine from behind you, setting down your glass and kissing your cheek before sitting down. “Mine was pretty good. Just went shopping to get some of these things.” You smile, taking a bite of your food. “Suki went on a play date while I was gone. Oliver’s hair is getting dark! I think I'm gonna win the bet.” You smile. “Nuh uh, he’s gonna have blonde hair! Erwin’s genes are too powerful.” Hange argues back. They drink their wine, shaking their head.

       “Call Erwin tonight. He may have Erwin’s face but that kid is going to have Levi’s hair!” You argue back. They huff, taking a big bite from their food. “How was your day?” You laugh, watching as their eyes light up. “Great! I got the day off tomorrow, and I already texted your boss so you have the day off too. I was thinking we could go to the amusement park? I wanna surprise Suki.” Hange rambled on, eyes deep in yours.

      You were about to reply, just as some footsteps interrupted you. “Suki? Why are you up, baby?” Hange kneeled on the floor, picking her up. You wipe your lips before standing up. “Come here!” Hange set Suki down. Suki grabbed Hange’s pant leg, dragging them towards the living room. 

        You laughed as you saw the scene unfold from in front of you. Suki had set out two teacups, matching plates and a teapot from her toy bin and set it out on the coffee table. Suki made Hange sit on the floor before looking up at you. Suki ran back to her bin, pulling out one more plate and teacup. 

      “Mama.” She called, pointing next to Hange. You sat next to them. Hange smiled, words unable to leave their mouth. Suki poured invisible tea from the teapot, before placing plastic cake on each plate. “Tea party with mommy and Hange!” She giggled, before pulling up a mini chair and sitting down. The two of you start to “cut” the cake and “eat” it.

      “This is so good! Did you make it?” Hange played along. “No, mommy did. Mommy makes the best cake!” Suki threw up her arms, kicking her feet. “Mommy does have the best cake.” Hange smiled, leaning their head on your shoulder. 

        You all eat real food, and real cake. Suki sat in between you guys on the couch, hee small body leaning against Hange. “So when are you down for dinner again?” You smile. “This was a real dinner.” Hange joked back, kissing your lips. 

[ambrossart]

Paper Men: Ch. 28 *PREVIEW*

Someone’s finally coming back to school... 👀

“See? Bitch!”

Christie’s words sailed down the hallway and struck Evelyn on the back of the head, making her stop mid-stride. A gasp gathered in her chest as the hallway seemed to close in around her. Student faces blurred together. Sounds became muffled, all but the thunderous beating of her heart. I wasn’t being a bitch, Evelyn thought, unaware of the students who gave her curious glances as they passed. I said hi, didn’t I? What more do you want from me? Should I have gone up to you and shaken your hand? Said, “Oh my god, congratulations, I’m so thrilled for you two”? Because I am, I really am, I just…

(Bitch!)

Guilt and shame mixed uneasily in Evelyn’s stomach. It made her feel nauseous. Made her want to walk back over to them and apologize profusely like an embarrassed little girl at a grownup’s dinner party. Oh please, oh please, don’t be mad! I’m sorry if I came off a little rude earlier. I’m just having a bad day, that’s all. Please don’t take it personally, Christie. Pretty please? Pretty please with sugar on top? I’d really like for us to be friends.

Yes.

Friends. 

That’s what I do. I make nice. I make friends. I make lemonade from lemons and turn rain clouds into rainbows. 

Well, I’m not in the mood for rainbows, Evelyn thought, and kept walking. Anger simmered inside her stomach now, and she made no effort to cool it down. I have enough lemonade, I have enough friends, and I’m not gonna apologize to Christie Gibson! Why should I? I didn’t do anything wrong. She’s the one who bombarded me in the hallway, smelling like Vic’s bedroom, casually tossing around Mrs. Criss’s first name like they’re best friends. I’ve known Mrs. Criss my whole life, and she’d never let me call her ‘Tabby’… not that I’ve ever really asked…

Evelyn opened her locker, hung her backpack on the hook, and absentmindedly began gathering her textbooks one by one: English, psychology, world history…

So Christie wants to talk about Vic, huh? What could she possibly have to say to me about Vic? What, does she need gift ideas for Christmas? Buy him a bong or something, I don’t know… Evelyn shoved her biology book into her bag and paused for a moment, lost in thought. She returned in a near-daze and, forgetting herself, pulled out the same book and put it back on the shelf. Oh, then she calls out to me in the hallway while she’s with him, so I’d have to SEE them together. What the hell was that about, huh? Did she wanna gloat over her victory or something? Was she trying to get me to admit I’m jealous? Okay, fine, I’m jealous. I’m very, very jealous!

All Evelyn ever got from Victor Criss was cold distance and doors slammed in her face. Secret notes. Broken promises. He’d draw her in and then push her way. Get her hopes up only to smash them to itty bitty pieces. No matter how hard she tried, he refused to let her get close to him. And now, after wasting ten years of her life, she had to accept that this was as close as she was ever going to get: this friendship with a little asterisk next to it. They were friends, sure, but only when no one else was around. It wasn’t fair.

Vic was with her—in front of everybody, and he didn’t even seem embarrassed by it. How could he do that with her but not with me?

Probably for the same reason Christie Gibson won the student council vote.

Because Christie was cool and Evelyn wasn’t. Christie listened to rock music, dyed her hair fun colors, and had a butterfly tattoo on her lower back. Evelyn wore knit sweaters and could hardly name a current song on the radio (she listened to Olivia Newton-John from time to time, but nobody would be very impressed by that). Yeah, Christie Gibson was the fun, laid-back rocker chick. She probably spent her nights going to parties and concerts. Evelyn, meanwhile, spent her nights studying and doing arts and crafts on her bedroom floor… making dozens of paper flowers for a sign that nobody cared about.

(You know you’re quite the artist) 

Isn’t that what Patrick Hockstetter had said? Yeah, he had. Last night, he was mesmerized by a tiny white daisy. It was such an insignificant little thing, yet he stared at it like it was something special, like Evelyn had somehow made a real daisy bloom in the palm of her hand. It seemed strange for her to be thinking of that now.

Stranger still was the smile that came to her face when she did. 

It vanished a second later, and Evelyn started mindlessly unloading her backpack again. 

Everyone thinks I’m annoying. Just Little Miss Busybody. I’m not cool like Christie Gibson. I’m not sexy like Manda Bosch. I’m just… just—

A long, slender finger poked Evelyn’s shoulder twice, jolting her from her thoughts. She jumped away from it, startled. Her stack of books went leaning, leaning... leaning way too far! A dreadful moan emerged from her throat. She tried to correct the lean, failed, and clutched the two bottommost books to her chest while the rest went tumbling to the floor. 

Her disheartened sigh crashed against a boy’s rabbity cry of panic: 

“Oh, great,” Evelyn said. 

“Oh, God!” said the boy. 

They dropped to their knees at the same time, hands bumping as they reached for Evelyn’s psychology book. The boy made a whimpering noise and recoiled from her with a snap of his wrist. Evelyn followed his fleeing hand and saw it bury itself in a small nest of copper-red curls.

“I’m so sorry, Evelyn! I don’t know what I was thinking, sneaking up on you like that. My mom always gets mad at me when I creep up on her in the kitchen, but I just can’t help it. See, I used to make too much noise when I walked, and she would yell at me to stop dragging my feet, so I overcorrected and now I make too little noise. I didn’t think that was possible, but someone how I managed. God, I’m so hopeless.” 

Evelyn blinked her eyes in disbelief. Soft blue eyes blinked back at her. 

“Denny!” 

Denny Booker responded with a frog-like croak, as if surprised by his own name. “Oh, uh… hi.” 

Overcome with emotion, Evelyn put down her books and wrapped her arms around Denny’s scrawny shoulders, hugging him tightly just as she had in his kitchen the Wednesday before. Denny’s face flushed with heat. As soon as their bodies made contact, his back went rigid as a plank and his skinny arms flattened against his sides. 

“Sorry, I don’t really know how to hug girls,” Denny admitted once they parted. “See, I don’t… I don’t really know where to put my hands, if that makes sense. I’m always worried I’m gonna touch something I’m not supposed to.” 

Like what? Evelyn almost asked, but she figured that would’ve only embarrassed him more. 

Instead, she said, “It’s fine, Denny. I’m just glad you’re back. You are back, right?” 

She stood, brushing loose specks of dirt off her stockings. 

“Yeah… well, kinda,” Denny said, and got up, too. He wore his backpack with both straps and kept fidgeting with the loose ends. “I just came today to drop off my homework assignments. Tomorrow’s my first real day back. Oh, here, your books.” 

Denny bent down, picked up Evelyn’s scattered books, and handed them to her with a sweet, unaffected smile. Evelyn thanked him sincerely and put them away in her locker.

“So—” Evelyn began.

“Hey, it’s the Book Man!” a distant voice hollered.  

They spotted Scott Kellerman at the other end of the hallway. He had been strolling casually through the freshmen locker area and was now jogging toward them. Smiling, of course. Skelly was always smiling. He stopped briefly to give another one of his friends a high five. “Toodles, my good dude,” Skelly said to him. Then he rushed over to Denny and tackled him with a giant bear hug.

“What’s up, buddy?” Skelly drew back and slapped his hands onto Denny’s shoulders, giving him a little shake. “Look at you, all rosy-cheeked and gorgeous! How you doin’, man?”

“I’m… I’m good,” Denny replied. “Hap-happy to be back.”   

“Shit, dude, you had us all freaked out in homeroom. People thought you were dying or something. As for me, I was getting ready to start sending around the ole donation jar like we did for J-Bird that one time. You remember that? ‘Help, my brother needs a new kidney!’ Nobody donated, though. Bummer. I guess they don’t care about pot-bellied pigs in this town, not even a cute one like J-Bird.” 

“Oh…” Denny frowned. “Well, I’m sorry for scaring everyone.” 

Skelly just laughed his usual carefree laugh. “Hey, no worries, dude. We’re just glad to have you back. Wait, you are back, right?” 

Denny nodded. “Tomorrow. I’ll be back tomorrow.” 

“Sweetness!” Skelly said, and laughed again. “Well, hey, I gotta go, man. Got a client waiting for me.” He sauntered away while humming an upbeat tune he made up on the spot. “Adios, mis amigos. That’s Spanish, if you didn’t already know. My teacher taught it to me today. That’s right, dudes, I’m one step closer to being bilingual, baby!” He fired off two gunshots with his fingers before disappearing around the corner. 

A moment of silence passed. Then Evelyn turned to Denny and said, “Did he just say he’s meeting a client?” 

“Oh right, yeah… Skelly’s got a little side business.” 

“A side business? Wow…” Imagine that, Scott Kellerman was a fifteen-year-old entrepreneur. Evelyn was very impressed, and a little confused. “So does he, like, make stuff?”

“More like grows it.” 

To clarify what he meant, Denny pressed his thumb and index finger together and touched them briefly to his lips. Miss Quaver, the home economics teacher, came strutting out of her classroom. Denny panicked and pretended to have an itch on his face.

“Hello, children,” Miss Quaver said to them with a smile. “Nice to see you back, Denny.”

“Hi, Miss Quaver,” Denny said, a faint blush tickling his cheeks. 

When she was gone, he and Evelyn collapsed into a fit of giggles that left Evelyn in tears and Denny coughing up phlegm. This made Denny terribly embarrassed. He wiped his mouth with his sweater sleeve and apologized. Evelyn, now snorting like a pig, told him not to worry about it.

“Wow,” she said afterward, while dabbing her eyes dry. “How did I not figure that out sooner?” 

Denny shrugged and had to clear his throat one more time. “You’re just wonderfully naive, I guess.” 

They shared another chuckle over that. Evelyn’s shoulders bounced as she laughed. Denny, being more careful this time, kept his hand cupped shyly over his mouth. 

Then he said, “So, wait, why was Skelly dressed like a surfer?”

“Oh, because it’s spirit week,” Evelyn told him. “He’s a Beach Boy.” 

“Right,” Denny said. “Yeah, I guess that explains your outfit, too.” 

“Yeah…” 

Evelyn tucked her chin into her chest and shuffled back a step, wincing as she felt that familiar sting of self-consciousness. Oh, why had Denny returned to school on Decade Day of all days? If he had waited until tomorrow, he would have seen Evelyn dressed in comfy cotton pajamas instead of this hideously short dress that made her look like a damn streetwalker. She braced herself for another searing hot stare, but from Denny Booker, all she felt was the most genuine warmth. His blue eyes were clear and kind.

“You look really nice,” he said, and that was all. “Oh, I have your biology notes!” 

Denny shrugged out of his backpack’s left shoulder strap and pulled Evelyn’s notebook out of the main zipper compartment. “You take really good notes,” he said before handing it to her. 

“Well, I do pride myself on my note-taking,” Evelyn joked. “I’m glad you found them useful.” 

She put her notebook away. When she turned back, Denny was rubbing the back of his neck and wearing a frown. 

“Hey,” he went on quietly, “I want to apologize for the way I acted when you came to visit me last week. I’m honestly really embarrassed about the whole thing. You probably thought I was having a total meltdown or something.” 

Evelyn shook her head. “No, I didn’t think that at all. And you don’t have to apologize, Denny, not for any of it. You were going through a lot that day.” 

Denny flashed a doubtful but grateful smile. “I found my dog, by the way.” 

“Really? That’s great!” 

“Yeah, we got a call from one of our neighbors this morning. He said Mandy Fazio found her sniffing around the junkyard last night and was wondering who she belonged to. I have no idea what she was doing all the way over there, but we took her to the vet, and she’s perfectly fine, so… I dunno, I guess it was just one of those strange coincidences, just like you said.”

“Yeah,” Evelyn said.

A strange coincidence, indeed. 

I questioned Patrick about this last night. Now, all of a sudden—

Denny’s face paled, and he drew back with fright. “Uhh… I have to go now.” 

“Huh? Why, Denny? Is everything all right?”

“Yeah, I just, uhh…” Denny dragged his fingers through his curls. His hairline was damp with sweat and now it was trickling down his forehead. “I just remembered that I need to pick up something from the office, and I… I need to head over there before they, uh, close for the day. Anyway, I’ll see you tomorrow, Evelyn.” 

Denny went running down the hallway… in the opposite direction of the office. 

Weird, Evelyn thought as she watched him go, her chest tightening with worry. I hope he’ll be okay to return tomorrow.

She stared down the hallway for a moment longer, wondering what had set Denny off this time. Her answer came in the form of slow, plodding footsteps. She turned around and saw Patrick Hockstetter walking up to her with a lazy stride.

“What’s his problem?” Patrick asked, seemingly unaware.

Seemingly.

[casspurrjoybell-33]

Wreckless - Parental

*Warning Adult Content*

Finnegan

We pull up to Emmett's dad's house and it's cute little one story with a dormer and a half porch on the front.

Fenced in back yard, flowers in the front.

"It's adorable."

"It's is a shithole, just doesn't look like it. Stay close. I got mugged here about a year ago."

Well okay then.

Baltimore is scary, it just is.

I follow him up the steps and notice how quiet the street is.

It's eerie.

The weather is good and it's a Sunday evening and I expect there to be kids playing, folks hanging around but there's no one.

A car passes by, blasting a stereo and Emmett pushes me between himself and the door so I'm standing right there when it opens.

"Hey, come on in."

Emmett's dad looks nothing like him.

Nothing.

Even if I imagine Emmett with short hair and no beard, still, no.

The only things they have in common is that they're male and white.

He must take after his mother.

"Hey dad, this is Finnegan."

"Hello," I say, proud that my voice doesn't falter.

It's automatic to slip into work mode.

Emmett's dad steps back and we head in.

I notice that he locks the door behind us.

The house smells great and we get told to make ourselves at home.

I follow Emmett into the living room and sit with him on the couch.

His dad reappears with a couple of beers, then hesitates.

"Beer okay for you, Finnegan?"

Not my first choice but...

"Yeah, thanks."

I have yet to see even a glimmer of his step-mother but I assume she'll eat dinner with us.

She's certainly a good cook if the smells are anything to go by.

"Dad, you wanna take these in to Ruth?"

He hands him the flowers and bottle of wine and I'm kind of surprised that he didn't take them in himself.

Not my concern, family dynamics are hard.

"Thanks, she'll love them."

As soon as he disappears, Emmett asks softly

"You okay?"

"Fine. Did you grow up here?" 

I'm imagining  a young Emmett playing out in the yard.

That is, if they did that back then. 

Or maybe the neighborhood has always been bad. 

I wonder if he still has a room here.

"No, they bought this together. He sold our house after..."

After his mom passed. 

"I'm sorry."

"It's okay, darling."

His dad comes back out, sits down and announces that dinner will be ready in fifteen minutes.

Okay, Emmett wasn't kidding, this will be quick.

"So, Finnegan, tell me about yourself."

I hate open ended questions, I'm not sure what to say.

"I'm from Michigan, I'm here helping to open the Walker plant."

He perks up.

"Hey, Ruth's son works there, you might know him. Brad, Brad Nelson."

I don't know him, I only know management.

Emmett saves me.

"He's being modest, dad, he's the Vice-President."

"Oh, are you? You're young."

Yes, I am. I hear that a lot.

I'm nodding slightly when Emmett says...

"So that tells you how good he is."

His dad laughs.

"True, true. Well good job, that's a good start in life."

"What about you, Mr. Locke, what do you do for work?"

Seems a safe subject.

"I work for the Social Security admin over in Woodlawn. Been there, what is it now? Almost thirty years I think. Started in the mail room, worked my way up. Lot of changes since then, place sure has grown. Tried to get Emmett in but after Iraq he couldn't handle a desk job."

"Dad," Emmett warns.

"Well you couldn't."

Thankfully Ruth appears and announces that dinner is ready and what a dinner it is.

It's the Sunday dinner that you see in old movies.

The table is laden with food, including a whole roast and at least four sides.

I'm pretty sure the rolls are homemade and I can see both something apple and a chocolate cake still sitting on the counter.

I need to save a bit of room.

"Ma'am, this is a feast," I say honestly.

"I hope you didn't go to any of this trouble for me."

We haven't been introduced so calling her 'Ruth' seems a stretch.

"Oh I do this every Sunday although I admit I did do an extra dessert since you boys were coming. We're always glad to have you, Emmett, and your friends. Call me Ruth, please."

Friends.

Do they know we're together?

I'm sure as hell not gonna be the one to tell them.

"Well thank you Ruth, this is wonderful."

"I'll send some home with you."

She's true to her word and half an hour later we manage to sort of fall into the car because we're too stuffed to move.

There's a whole box full of food in the back seat.

"I may never eat again," I tell Emmett.

"Me neither. Let's get home and out of the pants, that might help."

"Sounds good."

We don't talk much on the way home because I can't breathe deeply enough to have enough air to talk.

I look out the window while Emmett drives and it's nice.

Comfortable.

Easy.

We get home, manage to make room in the fridge for the leftovers and get out of anything that doesn't have an elastic waist.

"Emmett?"

"Yeah?"

"Do they know about us? It's okay either way, I just..."

"I caught that too. My dad knows, for sure. I assumed he told Ruth but maybe he didn't. Or maybe she was trying to be polite or not overstep or something, I don't know her well enough to know how she feels about it darling, sorry."

"No worries, I just wondered. Probably wouldn't have given us so much food if she hated me."

"You might be right. You definitely made a good impression, Finn, you're good with people.  So, you have an early morning and a big day tomorrow. What would you like to do tonight? Cartoon and then another chapter?"

I don't need it tonight like I sometimes do but it sounds good and I should fill up my 'relax' tank before the week starts. 

I'm not sure how long it'll be before I can free up an evening to spend with him. 

"That sounds amazing, Emmett. If you have things to do I can just chill." "I'll be back in ten minutes and I'll be all yours. Find something to watch and get comfy."

"Okay... Emmett?"

He's halfway up the stairs.

"Yeah?"

"Just in case I forget to tell you later, I'm really looking forward to breakfast tomorrow."

He leans over, his hair cascading down around his face but I can still see his wicked grin.

"I didn't know you liked blueberry muffins so much."

I grab a pillow and hurl it towards him.

"Missed."

[demon-blood-youths]

~~Valentine days cheer part two~~

Ashley was really red but she was looking away while holding some flowers to Joshua. "..I.h...h..h..here..h..h..happy v..v...valentine's d..day?" she said seeing her team spreading gifts to his team.

"Here you go Ophelia, happy valentine's day. I home grown these roses myself. I was able to find some rare ones b..but..I hope you like them." Hex smiled kindly to her while holding a box of chocolates to her.

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"Happy V-day Maggie!!" T-bone said happily while holding a giant teddy bear and chocolates for her. He was new to this but hey, it was nice to give someone something right? And yeah, the bear was pretty giant

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"Here you go! I hope you like it Taz! Happy valentine's day!" Timmy giggled showing a necklace he saved up for this to give to her. He had home made chocolates and even a small bear for her.

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Rex was quiet but he was looking to the side, holding some roses and other flowers out to...Kali!? He was blushing rather hard but he didn't say much. "Here; Happy Valentine's day Kali...and...i know this is sudden but...would you like to go out on a date with me?" His team was giggling finding it cute.

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Yuuka said nothing but she had some white chocolate and normal chocolate in a box but was holding it out to Oblivion while looking down. "...Here..Happy v-day Oblivion...I..I hope you like them." she said with Luna happy to see her friend at least trying it was sweet.

------ Joshua & Ashely ------

"A-ah...thank you!" Joshua accepts the gift, "I hope you like my gift as well!" He got Ashely some chocolates in a heart-shaped box and a mug that says, Super Girl! Around the corner, Joshua's fraction is so proud of him that he got the guts to give the chocolate to Ashely.

It's about damn time.

----- Ophelia & Hex -------

"Thank you so much! I hope you like these flowers. They can fill the room with a wonderful smell." She also has green tea-infused chocolates inside this heart-shaped box of hers. "Here are the chocolates from me to you, Hex. Happy V-Day!" She smiles at Hex.

----- Maggie & T-Bone -------

"Thanks, T-Bone." Maggie blushes to see the gifts from him. Maggie hugs him back. She really loves the giant teddy bear. She would snuggle it no doubt. "I wasn't sure what to get you but here." Maggie got him some boxing gloves and a box of chocolates.

------- Taz & Timmy -------

"Thank you so much! I made you cookies!" Taz presents to Timmy with heart-shaped cookies. "Here you! Thank you so much for the necklace and teddy bear!" She also got him an animal plushie.

------ Kali & Rex -----

"Yeah what?" Kali looks over to Rex then she widens her eyes to see Rex giving her "E-eh?!" Kali doesn't know what to say to this. Her own fraction is in shock to see this.

"U-uh...um..." Kali doesn't know what to say but only one word. "Yes! I will be your valentine." Making her fraction happy that Kali finally found someone for Valentine's Day. "And I will go on a date with you!" Kali nodded her head.

Her fraction was crying out of happiness. It's about time. No more catfishes!

--------- Oblivion & Yuuka -------

"Thank you, Yuuka." She got some advice on how to give gifts to Yuuka. "Um...I know this is sudden but...wanna be my valentine?" She asked. "Want to hang out and grab some dinner!" She gave Yuuka some flowers. Daisies.

[avintagekiss24]

it’s the freak in me i wanna show ya

the details;

steve kemp x black!reader.

10,317 words.

18+ ONLY, DARK FIC, smut, Dom/sub dynamics, BDSM dynamics/punishment, mentions of cannibalism, some fresh spoilers, manipulation, degradation, edging, orgasm denial, multiple orgasms, squirting, free use, vaginal fingering, oral sex (female receiving), breeding kink, slight daddy kink, forced pregnancy.

notes from the author;

he’s a dark mf, but i love him your honor. this is probably really self indulgent but 🤷🏾‍♀️. please enjoy!

credits;

18+/consent banners by @maysdigitalarts / line divider by @firefly-graphics / prompts from here and here

i want to swallow you, have you melt into me and flow through my veins.

~ han kang the vegetarian

Your stomach is in knots. Tight and in your throat. It’s been upset for days, the food he’s brought for you going untouched. Sleep is scattered— an hour here, thirty minutes there, bad memories jarring you back awake as soon as you start to really settle in. Bad girl. The words taunting you, haunting you, rattling back and forth in your brain, reminding you. Trying to run from me, girl? You think anyone can hear you out here?

The chain connected to the leather handcuff around your wrist scrapes along the floor as you pace back and forth, eyes darting around the modern room. You can’t go far— not even to the door— that’s part of the punishment for being a bad girl. A shorter chain. You stop, eyes falling to the floor as your lips part slightly, just breathing as your battered brain does gymnastics. He loves you. Takes care of you. You had nothing before me. You were nothing…

Slowly, your eyes lift to the wall in front of you, a beachscape painted from wall to ceiling. You tilt your head a little, eyes moving along the wall, the orange sky, the blue waves crashing. You remember the ocean. The smell of the salt in the air, the wet sand between your toes. That’s all over now— 

No. no. Steve loves you. You can’t think that way anymore— this is what’s best for you. Haven’t I been good to you?

Of course he’s been good to you. You’re alive aren’t you? Eating three square, healthy meals a day and if you’re really good, your favorite dessert after dinner. He washes your hair with the special shampoo you like and need— braids it for you with satin bows when he wants you to feel pretty. The cute little dresses and the flowers. He loves you. You need to stop with all these dramatics. Your old life means nothing now. You have him. What else could you need but me, sweetheart?

It’s been a long three days. Lonely. He hasn't visited once. Just has someone, you’re not even sure it’s him because they make you turn and face the corner, drop off your food and plenty of water. The hands that place the blindfold over your eyes while they lead you to the bathroom surely don’t feel like his— too rough, both physically and in demeanor to be the hands of a doctor. That makes you sad. And nervous. He’s so mad he doesn’t even want to look at you, or have you look at him. 

It’s unnerving, his silence. 

Your face breaks at the thought. A sob chokes up in your throat as you drop your head into your hands. You fall onto the small bed in the floor and bring your knees into your chest, hugging them with your arms as you bury your face and cry. Hard. Loud. Almost as hard as you did the first night you woke up down here after spending the first weekend with him. It was different then— you were different. That girl is slowly dying, although, there’s still flashes of her every now and again. She’s what got you into the mess you’re in now. 

Now you’re crying because you miss him. You want him to be happy, you want to make him happy. He’s good to you. He loves you. That’s what he tells you over and over and over. I’m keeping you because I love you. You’ll soon come to understand that, bunny. You’ll love me too. Promise.

You roll over onto your side, pull your knees back up into your chest and let the sadness, the worry, the nervousness wash over you, your body shaking with the tears. You want to be a good girl for him, want him to be proud of you. 

What is wrong with you! Next time he comes in here, you need to— 

You squeeze your eyes shut harder. Cover your ears with your hands, “Stop it, stop it, stop it,” you whisper. You can’t think like this anymore, not if you want this to work, “Leave me alone.”

Wake up! You’re stronger than this! Try again… run!

There’s footsteps in the hallway, you don’t really hear them though. You’re so mixed up, not really sure what’s real and what’s not anymore. Exhaustion and body aches, sore muscles from the fight… it’s got you all hazy. Your brain is just so tired. So weary. There’s still a little fight in there, somewhere deep but as the days pass— the hours, the minutes— it grows weaker and weaker. Steve’s words sinking in further and further. You were nothing before me. You need me. 

There are hands on your shoulders, jarring you back into the present. You shrink back, scrambling into the corner of the room, covering your face with your hands again. Your screams sound so strange to you now, you’re not sure why.

“Shh, shh, shhh. You’re okay— you’re okay.”

The arms pull you close, bring you right into a chest. Lips hover by your ear as you struggle against this person, his arm wrapping over your chest, hand curling around your shoulder. Another hand covers your mouth as he pulls you closer, lips at the shell of your ear again, “Shh, bunny. Shh. Stop being so dramatic.”

That voice. It’s him, he’s back. “Steve?” you whimper, “Steve?”

“It’s me, it’s me.”

You turn in his arms, throwing your hands around his neck and hugging him hard, “Steve,” you start crying harder, your words all mushing and slurring together, “I’msosorry, ple—please forgive m-me. I-I-I’m s-sorry.”

He rubs your back slowly, tucking his chin over your shoulder for a second or two before pulling back and grabbing your face in his warm hands. Tilting your head up, he strokes your bottom lip with his thumb, blue eyes bouncing back and forth between your red, heavy, swollen brown ones. His lips are in a tight line, eyes serious as they scan your face. Then he sighs, real deep. Slow. Thumbs still sliding over your lips and then caressing your chin. 

“I wish I could believe you, baby.”

Panic instantly rises in your body, your chest tightening, stomach twisting even more at the words, “You c-c-can. I’m s-sorry, Steve. P-please.”

He continues to stare at you, eyes dipping to your lips then back up to your eyes as you cry in front of him. As you beg. He’s so hard to read when he gets like this and you can’t help but let the dread you feel take over. Your shoulders slump, your head falling as Steve pulls his hands away. Sobs rack your body as you cover your eyes with your swollen hands, the skin over your knuckles broken and bruised from your daring escape. 

Something in you just wants to make him happy. His forced training is starting to work after all. 

You feel Steve stand and move away from you, but you’re still underneath his hard stare. He sighs heavy and hard again as he shoves his hands into his pockets. Staring at the orange carpet, you force out a shaky breath, trying and failing to focus it, “Please don’t leave me down here. Not all by m-myself. I can’t— I can’t take it any-more.”

It’s so weak. You’re so weak. Just how he wants you— how he likes you. So he smirks. 

He loves to win.

Silence falls over the two of you for a long while, so long it gets uncomfortable for you. You’ve been thinking about this moment for three days— well, two and a half. You don’t remember much after he slammed your head back into the glass window. Bad girl. This wasn’t how you thought it’d go. 

“Are you going to hurt me now?”

Steve laughs, shaking his head, “I told you, I’m not going to hurt you. I like you. That’s why I’m keeping you, but—”

“ — Please don’t hurt—”

“I wasn’t finished speaking,” he cuts you off, his face going hard, the words even harder. You snap your mouth shut immediately, dropping your eyes back to the carpet, “I’m not going to hurt you. The only reason it got so nasty a few days ago was because you hit me first, remember?”

“Steve—”

“ —Aht.” He wags his finger, “You hit me first, right?”

You sink further into yourself, wanting to disappear right into the floor, “Yes.”

“And you still haven’t apologized.”

“You haven’t let me,” you whimper, “I haven’t seen you in three days.”

Steve nods slowly, crossing his arms over his chest, “So it’s my fault now?”

“No!” you shriek, “That’s not— that’s not what I meant.” 

He cocks his head to the side, “Then apologize to me. Nicely.”

You hold your arms out without hesitation, wanting him closer. He takes a few steps, right to the edge of your bed— right to where the chain around your wrist has no slack— and stops. Without a word, you pull yourself up, take the three or four steps it takes to get to him before you get up on your tiptoes, wrapping your arms around his neck again.

“Please forgive me,” you whisper, blinking your wet eyes furiously, staring back at that scenic beach painted on the walls, “Please Steve. You’re all I have.”

Steve keeps his hands in his pockets, but you feel his breath hitch in his chest as your words fall over him. And something in you stirs. Just that little slip up from him, the smallest of breaths, makes you feel a little better. He still cares. 

He still loves you, maybe. 

And that maybe is just what you need right now. 

He pulls away from you again, puts more distance between your bodies but grabs your cheeks, squeezing hard, “Are you gonna be good if I let you shower?” you nod, “Words. I need to trust you.”

“Yes. I promise.”

“Promise?”

You nod again, this time, more convincingly, “Yes. I promise.”

Steve searches your eyes for a few seconds more, still reading you, still wanting to be assured that you won’t try any shit again because if you do— then he’ll have to hurt you. And he doesn’t want to do that. He sweeps his fingers over your forehead, moving away your curly hair, brushing the tips over the cut just over your left eye. You wince, the salt of his fingers stinging the fresh wound and he shrinks back.

“Don’t make me hurt you, and I won’t. Got it?” He asks soft, “Turn around, lemme see the back of your head.”

You turn in his hands and let him push your thick hair apart, peeling it away until he gets to your scalp, eyeing his handiwork, “The stitches look good. You’ll be healed up in no time. Now, go shower. I’ll wait for you by the door.”

You whip around, eyes going wide as your mouth falls open in genuine surprise, “You’re not going to shower with me?”

“You don’t deserve that yet.” he answers quickly, grabbing your wrist and turning it over in his hand before grabbing the key from his left pocket. The metal chain falls to the ground with a thud once he pops the lock, making you jump slightly, “Go. Now.”

Your stomach falls to your feet. He’s still so disappointed. 

You’re starting to really hate that.

—

You wrap the fluffy white towel around your torso as you step out of the shower. It’s amazing what a hot shower can do for your mood. It’s not super high, but you feel better than what you did twenty minutes ago. Cleaner. Physically anyway. You pop open the door to find Steve leaning against the wall, a white box tied with a red ribbon in his hands. 

“See how much I love you, honey? Even when you’re mean to me I buy you presents.”

A smile cracks onto your face, “For me?”

“All for you,” he smiles, handing it to you, “Look at that pretty smile. That’s what I like to see. Open it up.”

You untie the box slowly, Steve taking the lid from you once it’s free of the ribbon, his eyes on you intently as he pull out the soft, blue satin dress, “Steve,” you let out a breath as a warmth spreads through your body, “It’s, it’s beautiful. Thank you.”

“You like it?”

“Of course I do,” you reach for him, hugging him tight again, “Thank you so much.”

He reaches into his back pocket, pulling out a small jar of your favorite body creme, “I pay attention, don’t I?”

You nod again, unable to wipe the smile from your face, “Yes. Thank you.”

With a tap on your hip, he tips his head toward your room, silently telling you to hurry. And hurry you do. Steve keeps his eyes on you the entire time, arms crossed over his chest, leaning against the wall as you smooth the lotion over your skin. Arms, chest, stomach, legs, back, your spirits lifting ever so slightly again. 

“Are there any panties with this? A bra?” You ask, turning slightly to glance at him over your shoulder.

Steve shakes his head, pushing away from the wall, “Nope.” He moves towards you, taking the dress from your hands to bunch it up, “Arms up.”

Turning towards him, a little bashful underneath his strong gaze, you lift your arms up, ducking your head some as he slides the smooth material over your body. He picks at it, pulls gently to get it sitting just right on your body before he steps back and looks you over. He reaches out, grabs one of your nipples between his thumb and index finger to give it a little playful squeeze, “I love these, you know.” he smiles wide, “Maybe one day we’ll get them pierced, hmm?”

He chuckles when you grab his hand and lift it to cover your face. He slips again, pulling you in close to pepper your forehead with a kiss or two, “Silly girl. Come, I’m hungry.”

Steve offers his hand and you greedily take it, lacing your fingers with his, bringing the back of his hand to your lips. You kiss the front of his hand, once, twice, three times, just to reassure him that you aren’t going to do what you did last time. That girl is gone. 

I’m still here, bitch. You need to run. Now.

Well, she’s almost gone. You swallow hard and grip Steve’s hand harder as the two of you walk side by side, down the long corridor towards the kitchen. There’s a slight breeze as you walk— the light curtain blowing soft in the wind seeping in from the broken window. You cut your eyes towards the wall, the random piece of art that used to hang there now sitting on the floor, leaning against the wall. A few shards of glass from the frame still littering the hardwood floor. 

Steve tightens his grip. 

The two of you push past the living room. A new lamp sits in the place of the old one you launched at his head just days before. Your feet start to sting as you move, all cut up from running through broken glass and rocks and twigs once you made it outside. It was stupid; you were stupid. 

“I just want to take care of you!” you heard him scream as you ducked behind a tree, your heart pounding, “You fuckin’ bitch— I’m sorry! I’m fuckin— get back here!”

Once at the threshold of the kitchen, Steve whips you around his body, sending you deeper into the room, spinning on the balls of your feet. You laugh a little— maybe he’s lightening up. When you come to a stop, you turn to face him, your bottom lip between your teeth, a warmth spreading through your skin. You’re a little dizzy, so… light between the sleep deprivation you’ve forced on yourself and not eating for days on end. 

You find him smiling softly. Head tilted a little, a dreamy look in his eyes. This is the first time you notice how nice he looks tonight. A black button down shirt tucked into gray slacks. Black dress shoes. His dark hair is parted and combed— not the usual fingers through it once or twice. He dressed up for you. That makes you smile harder, fuller. 

Don’t let him win. This isn’t right and you know it. Be strong.

Your head ticks slightly. Shut up. Shut up. Shut up! 

Steve smiles at you bigger too and your stomach does a little flip. He’s so handsome— but within the blink of an eye, literally, his smile is gone. His eyes and lips hard again, as he crosses his arms over his chest again. He pushes his chin forward, tips his head back, his lids low over his eyes so he can glare down at you through his lashes, “Take your dress off.”

You swallow hard, “W-what?”

“You heard me. Take it off.”

The sharpness of his tone cuts you to the quick, sending a chill through you. You don’t dare take your eyes off of him as fear ripples through your body, but your fingers scratch at your thighs, bunching the material in your hands. Slowly, you pull the dress upward, over your head. Nerves fill you again as you stand stark naked in front of him, gripping the dress tight in your hands, butterflies, the nervous kind, fluttering in your stomach. Your heartbeat in your ears. 

The sound of his shoes clicking against the floor floods your senses as you blink furiously at him, your mouth falling open as he steps right up to you. Towering over you. He pulls the dress from your hands and takes a deep breath, filling his nose with your scent before he speaks, “You’re going to make my dinner. Then you’re going to sit by my side and watch me eat— and if you’re a really good girl and ask nicely, I might let you lick my plate when I’m done, understand?” 

Tears fill your eyes as you nod, a single hot stray slipping down your cheek. He grabs your chin again, pushing your face up towards his, “Use your words.”

“Yes.”

“Yes, what?”

A sob slips out quick, but you swallow the one behind it that threatens to follow, “Yes, I understand.”

He grabs your face in his hands again, his thumbs sweeping underneath your eyes to wipe away the wetness, “Good girls don’t cry, okay? I’m not going to hurt you, I promise. It hurts me that you still don’t trust me.”

You reach for his hands, wrapping your fingers around his wrists, holding on tight, “I trust you, I do. You’re just so mad at me.” You cry soft, dipping your head and nuzzling into his big palm.

“Oh, sweetie,” he purrs, “It’s all gonna be okay, you just have to learn to be a good girl.” Steve bops your nose with his index finger, punctuating his words, “Bad girls get eaten, and I don’t want to eat you and I certainly don’t want to sell you off to my clients,” he smiles again, kinda sinister, “This body’s too perfect to cut up.”

You smile at the compliment, “You think so?”

“Oh baby, I’m a plastic surgeon, I know so. Women pay for bodies like yours every day, you’re so lucky.” The warmth is back. Spreading like lava from the tips of your toes to the very top of your head, “But you’re going to have to learn the hard way.” He leans in real close again, his lips at your ear, “This is what punishment looks like, darling,” he whispers, “Hands, please.”

Your eyes go sad again but, you lift your hands gently, push them out and watch as he slips the brown leather cuffs over your hands and locks them up with the key. The chain between them is longer than the usual one, so you can cook and such. You’ve fucked up five months of training, of trust, but maybe you’ll work back up to walking around freely. Maybe.

Then he’s gone, back facing you as he disappears back into the living room. The radio starts seconds later, something kind of slow and old. Something you haven’t heard since you were a kid. In the car with your mom, your window down. The sun shining, wind whipping you in the face as you hum.

So raise your hands to heaven and pray

That we’ll be back together someday

You’re on autopilot now. Moving towards the fridge, opening the door to reveal the neatly arranged refrigerator. Green kale, yellow squash, black cherries, brown eggs. White milk poured from the original carton into a crystal pitcher. Red meat. Neatly packaged and labeled with the cleanest handwriting you’ve ever seen for a doctor. You pick up the saran wrapped foam tray, fingers trembling as you bring it eye level. Three letters written in black sharpie. Noa. 

You’re surprised at what floods through you as you read the name over and over again. Jealousy. He’s told you about her many times— never let the two of you see each other though. He told you how he thought she was different too. His two pretty girls. Anger flashes through you at the thought of her being in this kitchen, cooking for Steve and vice versa. Fucking Steve. Bathing with Steve. 

You slam the door and turn on your heel. 

Spaghetti and meatballs it is. 

—

The song has changed a few times. Something upbeat plays now, West End Girls by Pet Shop Boys. This one you know well. Steve made his way back into the kitchen a song ago, humming and singing loudly, even dancing as he moves around you, plucking silverware and random utensils from the drawers to set the table. Snaps his fingers to the beat as he rolls his hips softly while standing in front of his wine cabinet, contemplating on which red to enjoy this evening. 

Your spaghetti sauce bubbles in the pot as you stir it slowly, sprinkling in the fresh garlic and onion. After a dash of salt, you lift the wooden spoon to your lips, tasting the sauce and humming happily to yourself when the flavors explode on your tongue. 

Eyes are on you again. The small hairs on your naked body standing on end after you start to become aware of the constant gaze again. You swallow, kinda hard, but keep your attention on the sauce, turning down the flame so you can start to form the meatballs. Clicks of expensive shoes against hardwood fills the kitchen and then there’s a chest crushed against your back. A nose in your hair, taking in another deep breath of your expensive shampoo. Warm fingers slither around your naked sides, gripping the meat of your body before pushing around to your stomach, grabbing more of you. 

Another hand cups your right tit, squeezing hard, finding your nipple to roll it slowly. With his nose still in your hair, he sways you back and forth with him to the music. Hums along with it as the hand around your waist slips further down, fingers pushing between your folds, stroking gently. He releases your tit to stretch his arm over your chest and wrap his fingers over your shoulder as he takes another step into you, rubbing his cock against your ass. 

You slam your eyes closed, a hum whirring in the back of your throat as your body starts to react to his touch. Slippery and wet in no time, the sound of your slick filling your ears when he pushes two fingers inside. You moan, throwing both hands outward to grip the edge of the counter.

A large palm cups your chin, fingers digging into your cheek as he yanks your head upward, “Toys don’t make noise, slut.” he growls into your ear, tone low and threatening, “This is for me, not you. Understand? Nothing tonight, or any night in the near future, is for you. Not until I say so.”

His fingers keep fucking into you. Real quick pushes. But his fingers don’t leave your body, no, he keeps them inside of you the entire time. His palm keeping a steady pressure against your clit.  A thigh, Steve’s thigh, pushes between your legs to get them to open just as he drags that wet tongue back up along your neck, right to the back of your ear.

“Tell me when you’re about to come— and don’t burn my sauce.”

Only then does he pull his fingers from you, just to stroke your clit with his thumb. Your shaky arms return to stirring your tomato sauce, swallowing hard again as you check the flame, turning it even lower. Steve peeks at you over your shoulder, a small smile on his face as he watches you struggle, his fingers rubbing slow circles against you. Finding your nipples again with his free hand, knowing how sensitive they are and how much you like him to play with them. 

“That meat isn’t going to cook itself,” he warns. 

You nod quickly, wiping at your forehead with the back of your hand. 

Little pangs of electricity start to bounce through you. Stomach going tight and then relaxing, hips bucking ever so soft as Steve starts to hit that little spot. Right when it starts to feel good. You rip into the saran wrap with two fingers and grab a chunk of the meat. It’s soft between your hands, freshly ground no doubt. 

You roll it gently between your palms, grabbing just a little more to make a bigger meatball before you reach for some oil. It sizzles when you pour it into the pan, the oil. Pops with the heat. Your chest tightens suddenly, a deeper pang rippling through you as Steve flattens his fingers, thrashes them faster back and forth, back and forth, back and forth against your clit. You bare down and sink your teeth into your bottom lip to keep quiet as your hips roll into his hand. Jesus. 

Two meatballs, three, four, five, six. Number seven and then eight until the foam tray is empty. You plop them one by one into the hot oil, a faster, angrier sizzle filling the kitchen as the song changes again. 

“Ooh,” Steve laughs, snapping his fingers, “C’est La Vie, I love this song.”

It’s all a jumbled mess to you. The music, his voice. Your heart is in your throat as your vision tunnels to the meatballs and sauce, trying to stay present. Not give in to the feeling pooling in your belly. The cool air from the air conditioning makes everything worse. Goosebumps pop up along your skin from the heat of the stove, the heat of your arousal spreading through you, and then the sudden whoosh of the cold. Steve can feel it. Knows your body pretty well after all this time. So his fingers start moving faster over your clit, teeth nibbling on your earlobe before they bite down into your shoulder. 

Your hips jerk forward, your head falling back on his shoulder real quick before you throw it back forward. You’re stark still for a second, two, three. Eyes slammed closed, hands gripping the counter and the wooden spoon for dear life. The ripples are coming faster now, one not fully washed away before the second is rolling through. Sweat pops up on your brow. Breath hitches in your chest as it builds. Higher, faster as you force air out between your teeth. 

A low hum slips out, vibrates in your throat as your eyes flutter. Your clit stings from the constant contact, jumps once or twice at the onslaught. It’s so close you can taste it. Lurking just below the surface, a minute more and you’ll be a howling, squirting mess. That’s okay, baby. I like a squirter. 

“I’m gonna come,” you force out between heavy panting, “S-Steve, I’m g-gonna come.”

And just like that. All the pressure, the touching, his chest crammed to your back, hard cock rubbing. It’s all gone. You find the energy to push the meatball around the pan before leaning forward, resting your palms on the counter as your hot, wet cunt throbs— begs for a release. Steve sucks his fingers clean behind you, loudly, with a little pop as he pulls them from his mouth and wipes them dry on your thigh. 

There’s no praise. No sweet epithets or words of encouragement for doing the right thing and telling him you were about to come. No. There’s just a slap on the ass before he throws his arm around your neck, catching your chin in the crook of his arm, “I own you. This cunt,” he grabs your sex, cups it real hard, “I own this filthy little cunt, got it? You are mine to do with what I please.” he falls silent, blinking at the side of your face a few times, “Good girl or bad girl, you’re mine.”

His fingers start rubbing again, real slow, slipping along your clit and teasing your opening, “How much longer until dinner’s ready?”

“Um,” you stutter, “Uh, I just uh,” you shut your eyes again quick, humming soft, “I just gotta cook the noodles. Not long.”

“Enough time for me to use you?”

Your brown eyes pop open. Chest still rising and falling hard as the sound of his belt buckle being undone stuffs your ears, “Yes.” It’s simple, your answer. Quick and quiet, “Just let me get the water boiling.”

He allows you to slip out from between him and the counter, over to the sink. Shaky hands hold the glass measuring cup underneath the stream of water before pouring it into the pan. Purposed steps carry you back to the stove, Steve still standing there, watching every move you make as you set the pot on the back burner and turn the knob, igniting the flame underneath it. You add a dash of salt to help it boil and then you both just wait. Stand there, staring at it. Almost willing it to start bubbling. 

Once the water is dancing, bubbling soft, there’s movement behind you again. The sound of his belt sliding against the material of his slacks, in and out of each loop. The pop of a button, the slow zip of his zipper coming down. All the while you reach for the box of spaghetti noodles, breaking it open and dumping them into the water. 

Warm hands are on your hips. Guiding you over a step or two before fingers slide up your spine and slip over your shoulder. He lifts your leg. Bends it at the knee and places it on the counter before bending you forward. Another round of shivers ripple down your spine and throughout your body as his warm cockhead pushes through your sticky folds. Then he’s pushing, just at your opening. He grabs the back of your neck, squeezes, as he pushes inside so easy.

“What a fucking whore,” he muses, letting out a deep breath, “This is all—” he grunts low as he slips all the way in, his stomach flat against your ass, “ —all you’re good for—” sucks a gulp of air in through his teeth before pushing it out real slow, “ —this is all bad girls are good for, understand?”

You nod again. Quickly. Keeping your bottom lip between your teeth as you take him. He fills you up good. Deep. And you’re so ready, needy and wet, hot and swollen. Extra sensitive to his fingers playing with your clit again. But you don’t dare make a sound, nope. Not one. You just knaw on your lip as you bounce off of Steve’s stomach, your nipples grazing the marble countertop with each pass, adding to the sensation of it all.

“This fuckhole,” he pants, his hands moving back down to grip your waist, “This dirty little needy hole was made for me and only me. You know that deep down, don’t you— ah, fuck.”

It’s getting unbearable. You’re hot all over, tingly, sweaty. The urge to reach between your legs and rub your clit, to tease that little nub until it spasms, until your walls are clamping about Steve’s cock so you can milk him… it’s… hard to ignore. You have to ball your fists to physically stop yourself. Slow breaths, in and out, in and out. This isn’t for you. 

Steve yanks you up suddenly, crushing his chest into your back, craning your head towards the ceiling, a fist full of your hair. Teeth are on your skin again. Nipping and biting as he fucks into you. Fingers finding your tits again, groping and squeezing, tweaking thick nipples until you're grinding your teeth, trying to keep quiet— trying to be a good girl. 

You’re convinced Steve can read your mind. Months of his training is working both ways. He snakes his long arm down your body, real slow, between your tits, down your soft belly, right until his fingers are hovering above your sex— the tips just barely touching your clit. He keeps them there, just there, to tease you more. His pounding hips thrusting you forward, pushing you into the smallest, sweetest, delicate little touch from the pads of his fingers against your tingly clit. And with it comes the pangs in your stomach, the electric charges racing through your veins. 

You curl your lips to speak his name, to let him know you’re about to come again but there’s no need. Steve grips your waist, hard, his nails digging into the meat of your sides. His octave raises just a hair, his grunts louder, hips losing control of their smooth delivery. He slams into you one last time and just holds there for a second, cock rooted deep as he starts to spurt.

He starts fucking into you again, ribbon after ribbon of silk filling you up as he releases. You flatten your palms on the countertop to hold your weight, letting your mouth fall open and silently counting to ten to keep the mere sound of him coming from making you come all over him. The chain between the leather handcuffs slapping against the wooden cabinets below.

After he’s done, milked, his heavy head falls to your shoulder, lips grazing your shoulder blade, “Whew,” he mutters before pushing out a quick breath and shaking his head, “Mmm.”

He pulls out of you and stumbles back into the island, leaving a string of cum and slick hanging from your cunt. You swallow hard again, tilting your head towards the ceiling, blinking as you focus your breaths. Then, you pick up the wooden spoon. Stir the cooking pasta— albeit with a shaky hand. Check the sauce to make sure it’s not burning.

Like a good girl.

There’s no more talking between the two of you as you finish up his dinner. Steve cleans himself up and moves back towards the kitchen table, leaving you a mess while plating his food. Cum dribbles from your cunt. Slips down the inside of your thigh, strings of your slick hanging between your swollen, hot folds. It’s degrading, the whole scene. You, bare naked, him fully dressed. Cum dripping from your used cunt as he just sits there, all dressed up and clean, watching you approach with his spaghetti. 

You set his plate in front of him, leave again for just a moment to slice into the fresh loaf of French bread, butter them up and bring him two slices. Pour his wine.

Steve smiles up at you, “Thank you, bunny,” he says, picking up his knife and fork. Then he just points, down at the floor by his side. 

You fall to your knees. Scootch a little closer to his side. 

“Aht, aht,” he tisks gently, spinning his plate to get it just right before picking up his fork and knife. He taps on the table, “I wanna be in your mouth while I eat.” You stare at him with wide eyes, lips parting a little as he slices into a meatball and pops it into his mouth.

Your eyes drift down his side and to his lap, his pants still splayed open from his use of you in the kitchen. You can’t help but blink back up at him as he sits there, spinning his fork looped with spaghetti into his spoon. He keeps his eyes straight forward, as if you aren’t even there, as he takes another bite. Chewing slow. Exhaling happily. The song in the background changes again— something slower. Richard Marx maybe? 

Next thing you know, you’re crawling. Underneath the table, propping up on your knees again in front of him. The clinks and scrapes of his silverware against the plate sound from above, the soft click of his wine glass connecting with the tabletop after he takes a sip. 

Your fingers take over, skipping up his thighs and to his open fly, warmth finding warmth. Steve doesn’t skip a beat when you pull him from his boxers, still semi hard, veins just barely pressing against the delicate, thin skin. You open up and take him in. Just like that. Pushing forward, so close now that his knees press into your shoulders. 

It takes a minute for you to adjust. Find the right position that’s comfortable. The awkwardness of what to do with your hands fading as you just rest them in your lap. You blink steadily as he takes up the space in your mouth and flattens your tongue to the bottom of your mouth. It’s strange, just having his cock there, without sucking, licking, spitting, slobbering on it. You raise your eyes a bit, just to his chest, focus on the soft inhales and exhales he takes. The silverware on the plate, the wine glass lifting and clicking back down, him moaning a little as he devours the meal you’ve prepared. Almost as if he’s completely unaware that his cock is in your mouth and that he’s eating a woman. 

Something in you, somewhere deep, starts to stir. Warmth blooms in your belly, across your flesh as you start to go all slick again. There’s something intimate about this. About the degradation of it. You could curl your tongue around him right now. Really form your lips around his cock and get him all hard and ready again. Lick him to his mushroom head, and then pull him all the way inside again. Right until he’s at the back of your throat. You could use your hands— grip his thighs, dig your nails in. Hold that little waist of his as you suck him off while he eats. 

Maybe he wouldn’t even acknowledge it. Just keep eating, keep humming right along to the song as he pushes his bread around the plate, sopping up the rest of your sauce and whatever’s left of Noa. Yeah. Something deep starts to stir.

Or maybe he’d be angry. Maybe he’d yank you up from your place on the floor, grab you up in his big hands, tell you how bad of a girl you are— how you just don’t learn. Then he’d throw you on the table. Spread your legs real wide and run his fingers through your folds. Push them in real slow, tease your asshole with his thumb. Without warning, he’d just slam into you, a hand against the back of your head, pinning you down. Using you like the little doll you are. 

A moan escapes at the thought of it and you feel Steve hitches just a bit. The vibration of your little noise sending a tremor up his spine and right to his balls. He even jumps a little in your mouth. A smile tugs at the corners of your mouth. 

You’re a mess again. All wet and drippy, stomach tight. You adjust and then readjust under the table, thighs starting to burn. Steve likes to savor each and every one of his meals, you see. There’s a clattering of his utensils onto the plate, the slurp of the last drop of wine being swallowed and then he just pushes away from the table. Out of your mouth. You fall forward and catch yourself with your hands. The fantasy in your head dissolves like a sugar cube in water. 

Turning your head, you watch him move into the kitchen, pour another glass of wine. He washes his plate. Pops back into the fridge and starts pulling things out, “You’re a lucky girl,” he calls, “A very, very lucky girl. Come, sit.”

You crawl out, move to the bar, slide into the seat as something starts to sizzle in the pan in front of him. A lobster tail.

“Ah, no, I don’t do meat,” you smiled back at him in that dim little bar, “Pescatarian.”

You feel his eyes on you again and pull yours up, blink quick, “A very lucky girl, indeed.” He smiles.

—

Steve watches you eat, pushes you to finish it all— the lobster, the little bit of pasta that was left over now doused with olive oil and a little basil, the small side salad. Makes you drink a full glass of water— gotta replenish your fluids, baby. 

“Good girl,” he smiles when you finish the glass, “Now, I want you to wash your dishes, one by one.”

“Ok—”

“ — I’m not finished,” he warns, his tone making you snap your lips shut again, “Between each dish, I want you to touch yourself, but you don’t get to come, understand?”

You swallow hard. Blink nervously back at him, before dropping your head, “O-okay. Yes.”

Steve reaches out, catches your chin with his knuckles and tilts your head back up. His thumb caresses your chin as his eyes bounce back and forth between yours, “You were a bad girl and this is how bad girls get treated.” You nod, try and drop your head again but he yanks it back into place, squeezes your cheeks, “I trusted you and you disappointed me, remember?”

Tears cloud your eyes as you nod again, “I remember, I’m sorry—”

“ — shh, shh, shh, don’t cry,” he whispers, “Just do as I say.”

He drops your chin from his hand. Leans back into his chair and rests his arm over the back of the stool. Cocks his head. That’s your cue. 

You draw your right leg up first, flattening your foot on the seat of the barstool. Then the other, spreading yourself open, putting your used cunt on full display. Shaky fingers find your clit, your soft touch rather calming as your nerves and anxiety starts to peak again. It won’t take long, you’re so worked up and ready after being teased and touched and denied for the evening. You start rubbing anyway, electricity sparking in your stomach instantly. 

Pat, pat, pat, your fingers flat against your clit as you slap at yourself before rubbing again, slick coating your digits. Your tits bounce and jiggle as your hand gets faster, the feeling building hard and quick. You cup your left tit, pull on your nipple as your hips push forward into your thrashing hand— up and down, back and forth, flesh hot and sticky and swollen.

Steve’s trusting you to get this right. The very thought makes you moan. You want to make him happy, gain his trust back so you push further. Push yourself right to the brink. Right to where you can feel your heart in the back of your throat. Right to where your release is rippling up and down your spine. Right to where the synapses are snapping so quick, so hard that there’s no time for the feeling to recede, another wave of electricity rolling in on top of the other.

You’re moaning and gasping, the filthy sound of your wet cunt filling the kitchen, hips pushing and pulling and when it’s right there— right where one more thrash, rub, slap would pluck you like a ripe fruit— you stop. You let your head fall back and your mouth hang as you drag in deep breaths, humming low while you exhale, trying to bring yourself back down. Your two feet hit the floor and you stand— with help, having to brace your still handcuffed hands on the counter to steady yourself. Two blue eyes follow you around the counter and to the sink.

It continues like that for every utensil you used for dinner. Plate, fork, knife, cup, bowl. You’re trembling now, hot all over, needy, achy— confused. Your mind is spinning, blurry, fuzzy. The heat, the wet between your legs, the sting. Those eyes. Unwavering. Just staring at you as you hold your hands underneath the warm stream of water, trying to finish cleaning this stupid bowl. 

A sob chokes up in your throat, honestly catching you by surprise. The bowl in your hands clanks against the sink when you drop it, your hands flying to your mouth and face so you can hide. You’re sobbing, all six months of this hell culminating into this moment and spilling over. 

“I ca-can’t do this,” you sob, the words barely discernible, “I’m sor-sorry, i’m— i’m so confused— i’m so,” 

A warmth wraps around you within seconds. Arms, a chest, lips. A soft murmur in your ear. You’re lifted right off of your feet, your legs pulled around his waist, a large palm cradling the back of your head while the other slips up and down your naked back. You wrap your suddenly heavy arms around his neck and bury your face into him, let him carry you away. Down another hallway. Into a room— his room. 

A softness then surrounds you, a comforter and pillows. They smell like him. It’s nice. Steve disappears into the bathroom, leaving you all alone in this big bed… the door cracked. 

Now’s your chance! Run!

“I’m sorry, bunny,” you turn your head towards his voice wafting from the bathroom, “I pushed too hard tonight, didn’t I?”

You blink, your eyes stinging and puffy, and then he’s there, leaning against the door frame. Greedy eyes skip down his bare frame. Smooth, bare skin. Abs. Little black boxer briefs hugging his small waist… and that nagging voice, the last little bit of fight you had left, sinks away. 

“I don’t,” he sighs before rubbing his forehead with his fingers, “I don’t like doing this to you, but you make me. You know that right? You make me do these things.”

You just start to cry harder.

Steve pushes away from the door frame, keeping his eyes on you as he saunters towards the bed and lays next to you. He cradles your cheek in his palm again, his thumb pushing back and forth over your lips as he blinks back at you. Then he kisses you, real soft. Slow. It makes your eyes flutter all stupid. He rolls on top of you, his weight pinning you to the mattress as his tongue pushes into your mouth, massages yours, licks at the roof. 

You feel like a feather as Steve works his way down your body. His lips and mouth nipping at your skin, licking, kissing down, down, down. Between your breasts, down your stomach as he spreads your legs with his knees. He sits up, up on his knees and tilts his head again as he looks down at you, a soft smile on his face.

“This is what it’s about you know,” he says soft, running his fingers between your tits, “It’s about giving.”

Steve grabs your bound hands and pulls them toward him, resting them over his heart. You sit up, your eyes wide as you blink at him.

“It’s about giving yourself over to somebody. Becoming one with somebody else, forever and that’s…” Steve drops his head, his eyes following your hands as they slide down his sides and dip into his boxers. A sharp breath pulls through his teeth when your lips meet his stomach, right above the band of his boxers as you start to pull them down, “That’s a beautiful thing.”

He cups your face in his hands and kisses you again, “That’s surrender,” he whispers, his lips brushing against yours he’s so close, “That’s love.”

You nod, all stupid and naive, batting your big eyes and breathing heavy, “I understand.”

Steve kisses you again, deep and slow, his tongue sliding along the roof of your mouth. He grabs your top lip between his and sucks real soft, “Do you love me, bunny?” He whispers.

A hum vibrates in your throat, through your chest that’s now rising and falling harder and faster. He’s so hot and cold, you’re angry and scared but so needy and clingy all wrapped up into one. You want all of his attention, but none of it at all. You want to go home but when you have the chance to run, you stay.

You want to hate him. Hate his hands around your neck, his lips on your skin… but your cunt aches for him now. Tightens around nothing but the thoughts of him moving down that corridor for you in the middle of the night. Wets with the longing for his fingers in your mouth. Clenches for those filthy names that roll off his tongue. 

You have to blink away from him. The tears are filling your eyes again and god, you don’t want to disappoint him again. It’s just so confusing. 

Steve laughs at the sight of your internal struggle. It’s low, rumbles through his chest, but he’s so delighted, “Aw honey,” he purrs as his thumbs sweep underneath your eyes, wiping away the wetness, “Honey, honey, honey, it’s okay— it’s okay. I’ll take care of you.”

The words still don’t come. They’re stuck between your mind and throat somewhere. Maybe the fight isn’t all the way dead yet.

“I know what you need,” Steve nods slow before he bops your nose with his finger. 

He lays you back, his big hand cupping the back of your head all the way until it meets the pillow. Then he’s crawling over you. Knocking your knees apart with his so he can muzzle in between. Collects your legs with his hands, throws them over his shoulders as he flattens his body against the mattress. You gasp when he drags the tip of his nose along your stomach, from hip to hip, his lips snagging your skin at random intervals. 

“Look at you,” he whispers after kissing the inside of your thigh, “You’re so,” he kisses you again, this time a little lower, closer to your swollen sex, “Wet for me.”

You draw your legs together around his head as he punctuates his words with his fingers— slipping three of them all the way in, “God, you always take me so easy, sweetheart.”

Steve’s wet tongue joins the party before you’re even ready for it, your brain already turning to mush from just his fingers. It slips through your folds as he pumps his fingers slowly and flicks against your achy clit before he sucks the nub into his mouth. Your hips push into his face, a long, breathy moan escaping your mouth as you finally start to get a little pleasure after the past few days. 

His fingers curl inside to stroke your wet, soft walls. He leans back a little, disconnecting his face from your pussy with a smack to watch his thick fingers go in and out, his thumb taking the place of his tongue and lips on your clit. Steel eyes skipping up to your face as he puckers his lips, blowing warm air against sticky skin. Warm, wet lips find your thigh again. Steve presses one, two, three, four sloppy kisses before his teeth snag your skin— a quick nip before he sits up and drags you down to the edge of the bed. 

On his knees, he grabs your right leg and throws it over his shoulder while hooking his arm under your left, his fingers digging into the meat of your thigh. You push up onto your elbows to watch as he buries his face in your cunt again, shaking his head back and forth, smacking on you loud. He starts flicking his tongue again as your hips roll. Pushes his three fingers back in and jams them harder and faster. 

Your head falls back as you squeak from the pressure building in your stomach. Your hips take on a rhythm of their own, bucking into Steve’s face as you pull yourself up, cupping his head in your palm. He hums against your skin to send vibrations through you, sending your octave higher and higher. You start pulling at your nipple, rolling it gently as you bite down into your bottom lip. Curse words and hisses fall from your mouth as the coil inside starts to unravel with every lick, every suck, every jab of his fingers. 

Strained thighs start to shake from the tension building in your body. You’re a moaning mess; your hips almost uncontrollable as his tongue starts sneaking inside your slit, right along with his fingers. Steve’s making a meal of you all the while, smacking loud, shaking his head back and forth, leaving back just long enough to slap your pussy with his wet fingers before rubbing your clit and plunging back into you with them. 

You gasp when his tongue travels to your taint and circles your rim, causing your hips to snap again. He’s lapping at your cunt within seconds, pushing that sneaky tongue down to your taint and asshole every so often, pushing you closer and closer to the edge of your collapse.

“Fuck, Steve,” you breathe, letting your head fall again, “I’m gonna cum, baby— I’m gonna—” just as you're about to give into it— the electricity, the rushing pressure— you freeze. Your fuzzy brain sharpening in an instant. 

You’re unsure of what to do. 

He hasn’t… told you what to do yet. 

You try and relax— pull it back by releasing a slow, steady breath between your teeth. This is a test. He’s testing you. If you weren’t sure before, you certainly are now that those eyes are on you again, his fingers slowing just a tad, his lips still wrapped around your clit. He pushes his fingers deep, keeps them there real still for a second or two before he curls them again and just starts stroking your insides. Quick and repeatedly against the same little spot. All the while, staring up at you as he sucks on your sweet little nub. 

Your teeth sink into your bottom lip again, hips pushing hard into his face before you can stop them, “I’m, mmph, I’m close. Ca-can I cum this time?”

“Mmm,” he groans, pulling away from your pussy, chin and mouth wet and shiny as he flips his eyes down to your puffy cunt, “Ask me nic—”

“—Please? Can I cum this time, Steve? Pleaseplease?”

He chuckles at your eagerness, “What a good girl you are. Yes bunny, you can cum this time.”

Your heart soars at the news. Steve slaps your clit again before diving back in, flattening his tongue against your slit, the tip just catching the edge of your little hole. He’s moaning against you as he sucks your clit back into his mouth, shaking his head back and further with fervor. You cradle the top of his head with your hand again and finally give yourself permission to relax, to give all the way in. That you deserve this after being a bad girl. 

Within minutes, you’re soaring again, like Icarus against the sun. You’re panting, squirming, writhing, hips snapping against his tongue and lips and mouth. When it snaps, that little, hot coil that’s buried deep inside, it’s heavenly. Your hips snap one last time and stay there, thighs shaking, the soft meat of your belly jiggling as your clit jumps with each convulsion of your pussy. 

Steve jumps back as you start to squirt, puckering his lips as he exhales and continues to pound into you, clearly very pleased, “That’s right, baby,” he eggs on, slapping at your clit with his free hand, “That’s right, this little filthy hole is all mine, isn’t it? You sweet thing, you.”

It splats against the carpet, gushing like a geyser as you finally get to release all this pent up emotion. Your hips jerk with each wave, each squirt until your limbs turn to liquid. You fall back against the mattress, unable to hold yourself up any longer, your body jerking with the aftershocks of your orgasm. You can’t catch your breath fast enough as you drag in air. 

“You’re so pathetic it’s adorable, you know that?” Steve pipes up after a minute or two, now standing at the side of the bed, his hard cock in his hand. He strokes himself slowly, from base to tip, rolling his palm over his red cockhead, “I could smell it on you that night at the grocery store. I just knew I had to have you.”

Just seeing him there, fucking himself with his hand, his tits and biceps flexing with each stroke, his breath just barely hitching, eyelids fluttering just a tad— makes you clench. You blink at him with wide eyes before dropping them to his cock in his hand, a little moan sneaking through. You are pathetic. You want him. You hate him. You need him. You want to kill him. 

You want him.

Everywhere. In your mouth, in your hands, in your soaked cunt and tight ass. You’d almost beg. 

Steve holds out his hand to you. His head cocked, a barely there smile painted on his lips as he blinks at you. You slide your small hand into his and let him pull you off the bed, turn you in his hands so his chest is crushed against your back. He nuzzles into the crook of your neck, rubbing his nose along your shoulder as he presses his lips against your shoulder blade. Strong, soft hands travel down your body, groping your stomach and thighs as he drags his nose up your neck and into your hair, breathing you in.

Then he’s bending you forward, just a bit. Hard cock pushing through your folds and along your clit as he grabs a handful of your ass in his hands. He keeps sliding himself against you, using your slick to coat his cock until his tip just catches on your hole. But he doesn’t push any further. Doesn’t force his way in. He just waits. Waits for you to reach behind and grab him, stroke him a few times before you guide him back towards your opening and push back against him, your mouth falling open as he fills the void. 

He grabs your arms and forces them behind you, folding them up against the small of your back. Then, and only then, does he start to move. Your skin slaps against his as you bounce off his cock and stomach, your eyes fluttering, mouth falling open. You’re still sensitive, just minutes post-orgasm, so every stroke, every snap of his hips hits that deep, used tight spot, sending a jolt of electricity through your body. He reaches over your shoulder and grabs your bouncing tit, squeezes hard before he starts prodding at your tight nipple. Rolling it, pulling on it, squeezing and tweaking it. 

Steve’s a quiet lover when he’s in the midst of it. Always was, but when he does sound, every so often, it sends you high. Steve’s a picky man and he likes how you feel. Loves how you fit him like a glove. How warm and wet and soft your insides are. How your body closes around him, clenches him tight. He grabs your hips again, holds them tight as he fucks into you, deep, steady, calm strokes.

He untangles your arms and pulls one of them back, lets it rest on his hip before he grabs your shoulder. You hang on to him— dig your fingers into his flesh, the top of his ass— and he groans a bit, just as your nails bite into his skin. The notion makes your body clench; your walls instinctively clamping around him. 

“Mmm,” he groans, picking up his pace, “I told you, this little hole is mine” he murmurs, “See how you react to daddy’s cock? Huh? You’ve been begging for daddy’s cock for days, haven’t you?”

You can’t even answer. Cock drunk, your head hangs, tits bouncing, nothing but little squeaks and moans and whimpers, a few curse words slipping through. 

“Yeah,” Steve breathes, reaching down your body again, his fingers prodding at your clit, “Such a dumb little whore begging for daddy’s cock.”

You rest your hands, your still chained hands on the bed and close your eyes as you start to float again. Your body going all fuzzy, brain nothing but static as the warmth spreads through your veins. Steve’s hips start to go a little wayward. He starts to lose the smooth strokes. They get a little harder and haphazard, the rhythm of them gone. He palms your ass again and you get a little louder, your stomach tightening as the rope starts to uncoil slowly. 

Steve grabs you shoulder suddenly— hard, his nails digging into your skin. Then he exhales, real quick at first, real shaky before a long, low moan rumbles through his chest and throat. He slams into you one, two more times, grabbing your hips and pushing deep and hard. You feel his cock jump, damn near think you feel his veins pulse inside of you and at the first shot of cum, you lose it again. Cumming around him as he fills you with his silk, ribbon after hot ribbon. 

Your fingers find your convulsing clit, thrash against it as you ride the high, each little synapse firing off a pang of electricity. You’re squirting again, not quite as much as before, but just as hard. It feels good taking him like this. Like a needy little cumslut, wanting each and every spurt, every ounce and drop of his hot cum. He starts to fuck into you again, pumping, pumping, pumping each jet of his spunk real deep and you’re just greedy enough to clench your muscles, to keep it all inside. 

Cock dizzy and full of warmth, you smile. All the heaviness you’ve been carrying around since you tried to run is all gone. The thoughts, the screams telling you to go, to run, all gone as his heavy, tight balls slap against you. You’re a mess again, but now so is Steve, his thighs and balls, lower stomach and the thick, dark, wiry hair all wet from your slick and your squirt. Steve levels a few slaps against your ass and you giggle abruptly, wiggling your ass as he finally pulls out and slaps his slippery cock on your asscheek. 

He pulls you up and spins you around to face him with one quick motion, kissing you hard, shoving his tongue in deep. You take it all. Kiss him back just as hard and moan into him, his lips and mouth still tangy from tasting your cunt— but you like how you taste on him. 

Steve lays you down and curls around you, playing with the ends of your hair before pushing his hand down your chest. You’re a happy little mess, smiling and humming at his touch, the cold chain of your bound hands laying across your stomach. He splays his hand across your tummy and holds it there, his eyes on the side of your face. 

“That should do the trick, huh?”

You hum again, turning your head to nuzzle against his nose as sleep starts to invade, “Mmm, what do you mean?”

Steve pulls away just long enough to grab his phone from the dresser before he starts fumbling with it and places his hand back on your stomach, “You’re ovulating, yeah? Yeah, you started thirteen days ago.” Your eyes pop open at the words, just in time to catch him turn the phone towards you, the fertility tracker filling your vision.

He smiles wide and then kisses your cheek, “That should do the trick.”

[flower-slut004]

hi i love your writing! could i request a pack x reader where they all have a crush on the reader and reader is super oblivious and awkward :)!

Our Girl

(so I know you said the whole pack but Imma do Scott, Stiles, Isaac, Lydia, Malia, and Allison in 3 different “imagines” but it’ll be still connected story wise)

It was no secret that the main six took a liking to the 7th member of the pack.

Everyone in the school knew and assumed they were all in a relationship. How the pack wished that was true.

Yn was blind to the fact that her friends thought of her more than that. The flowers Stiles gave her? He was just being friendly. Allison taking her to the movies and dinner? Just a girls night.

It frustrated the pack to know that their love,Yn, didn’t know about their love for her.

They decided to team up with one another.

Stiles and Isaac

“Hey pretty” Stiles smiles as he hands Yn flowers. Isaac rolls his eyes as he hands her a bigger bouquet.

“Aw thanks, guys…what’s the special occasion?” she asked tilting her head. Isaac smiles fondly at the girl of his affections.

“No occasion we just wanted to get you something pretty as you. But we now see that’s practically impossible since you’re prettier than the flowers…"

Yn giggles as she places the flowers in her locker "You guys are so nice..." she shakes her head as she looks back at them.

"So Yn... we were thinking... dinner? Me, you, and Isaac?" Stiles questions as he leans against the lockers.

"Sure, we can go to Mcdonalds after school, and" Yn was cut off by Isaac shaking his hands.

"We mean to a fancy restaurant. Like Milagros"

“Isn’t that like a romantic restaurant though?” Yn asked tilting her head. Stiles nodded “Super romantic…”

Yn looked at the two as if they grew a second head “Why would we do somewhere romantic?”

Stiles opened his mouth but closed it as he looked over to Isaac.

“You’re right….let’s just go eat at Mcdonald’s…” Isaac smiles softy.

“Great! See you two later!” she smiles as she closed her locker and left the two.

“Super romantic” Isaac mocked Stiles.

“You’re the one who brought up the fancy restaurant. I’d be totally fine with Mcdonald’s” he defended.

Scott and Malia

Malia glared at Yn as she walked with another classmate in the halls. Smelling her jealousy, Scott nudged her.

"Can't we just eat him?" she growled at her Alpha. Shaking his head he sighed. "I don't like it either but we can't do anything..." he watched as Yn laughed at something the stranger said.

"Okay...maybe we won't eat him but we can scare him away" Scott whispers as Yn makes her way towards them.

"Howdy," She joked as she joined the two. Malia wrapped her arms around Yn and sighed in discontent.

"You smell like him" she huffed. Yn raising her eyebrows she looked at Scott.

"Ashton? What's wrong smelling like him?"

Scott rolled his eyes "You're our girl...we don't like him.." Yn smiled as she pulled away "You two are so overprotective... he's a good guy"

Malia snarled "I don't like him..." Scott laid a hand on Malia's shoulder to calm her down. "I don't like his vibe either..."

Yn gave another smile "I thought Stiles and Isaac were acting weird today...I guess something weirder is going with you guys"

Scott opened his mouth but shook his head "Do you wanna study with me and Malia later tonight?

"Sure!" with that, Yn left and Malia turned to Scott

"Can we eat Ashton now?"

Scott rolled his eyes as he pulled Malia away to their next class.

Lydia and Allison

"What are you doing after school? Lydia hummed as she painted Yn's nails during study hall. Allison was on the other side of their shared crush, drawing on her hand.

"Well, I'm going to go eat with Stiles and Isaac and then a study group with Malia and Scotty."

Allison perked up at the mention of a possible dinner date. "At Milagros?" she hoped the boys were smart enough to take her there.

"Did you give them that idea? They wanted to go there but it's just too fancy to go as friends you know" she shrugged. Lydia looked up at the girl and looked over at Allison.

"Why don't we all just go together and then all hang out at Scott's after?" she suggested as she blew on the wet paint.

Yn hummed as she gave another shrug 'If Scott and Malia are up for it"

"I'm sure they are, let me text them" Allison smiled sweetly at her.

Pulling out her phone, she sent the plan to the pack in a separate group chat titled "Yn, Our Girl".

One by one, each pack member agreed.

Allison cheered silently as she pushed back a piece of Yn's hair from her face.

"It's settle, we're going to Milagros after school with our girl"

Yn tilting her head as she asked confused "Who's your girl?"

[nikrangdan]

lovestruck!enhypen x reader

pairing: lovestruck!enhypen x reader

genre: FLUFF fluff Fluff

description: how enhypen would be if they became lovestruck by the reader ☹️☹️ this is such an adorable request!!!! itll vary for each member ur relationships so you’ll either be strangers or already dating etc.

a/n: idk if all of them are lovestruck exactly bc i just got carried away with the fluff for some of them and idky maknae line revolves around sleeping BUT IDC sleepy!enhypen is the best 😁

———————

HEESEUNG

u worked at a pretty popular clothing store

and well well well heeseung had shown up dressed very much your style so u were like

Wow who is this guy....

he was alone just looking around

and there were like 10 other people in the store but u wanted to talk to him so bad so u went up like

“hi, welcome! are u finding everything okay?”

he was looking through a rack of shirts and turned around when he heard u but WOW

when this man turned around he looked even better in person u couldnt believe it 😫

BUT IT SEEMS HE FELT THE SAME BC U SWEAR HE BECAME SO FLUSTERED WHEN HE TURNED AROUND

his eyes got so wide u almost laughed it was so cute ☹️

he stuttered and was like “oh um im okay”

Aw man

but u said “okay then! let me know if you need any help finding anything or if u wanna use a dressing room!” and u sent him ur nicest smile u could give

his eyes were still kinda wide open and u gave him one last look before turning around😢😢

BUT THEN HE SAID SOMETHING

“w-wait! actually.. um....uh.. do u.. do u guys have sweatpants..?”

u giggled to urself on the inside bc u knew he just made that up on the spot

“we do! here, follow me”

while u were showing him the clothes u guys had exchanged names and had some small talk

and that was the start of something very Beautiful

and since then he has been coming almost everyday to visit u at work 🤗🤗

JAY

jay swore he found new things about u to love every single day

and today wasnt an exception!!!!

u knew jay had been really tired and just worn out from work recently so u had decided to make him his favorite meal for dinner

a nice little surprise for when he got home ❤️

and also the anime he was watching ready on the tv for u two to watch together :(

u had literally been preparing all day and u even decided to go out and buy dessert too

AWESOMEST PERSON EVER U ARE!

it was 8pm already and jay should be getting home now

u set the table all neatly and put on one of his sweaters

AND WOULD U LOOK AT THAT HE GOT HOME AS SOON AS U WERE DONE

Fate 🔥🔥

romantic stuff like this wasnt really ur forte so this was out of the normal for u

but u wanted to do something for jay because he did stuff like this for u alot

the table isnt in view when u walk into the apartment so he wasnt able to see his dinner yet

“hi” you smile brightly and go up to hug him and give him a little kiss

he had his bad slung over one of his shoulders and he was taking his shoes off in the doorway after he closed it

“hey.. it smells pretty good in here” he gave you a tired smile while one of his arms was wrapped around your waist

“really? it smells normal to me” you giggled before walking to the kitchen area together

he stopped and looked at u with LITERAL HEARTS IN HIS EYES when he saw the table

jay: ❤️_❤️

“y/n..”

“surprise!!! you know im not good with words but i wanted to show you that i can cook” you laugh “and that i love you very much and im so proud of you”

jay doesnt say anything but instead drops his bag on the couch and gives u the Biggest Hug Ever

ur face is practically smushed in his chest and his hand is resting lovingly on ur hair :(((

he loves u so much im so sad

JAKE

“layla!!! layla where are you?” jake was yelling quite loudly in the massive park he was in the middle of

yeah jake lost layla.. uh oh

quite a coincidence you found the cutest dog you’d ever laid eyes on

and she seemed to love u very much

the dog had made u topple over and now she was excitedly playing with you while you were sat on the ground laughing to your hearts content

after a minute of playing you had got up because you knew she was somebodys lost dog and her owner was probably looking all over the park for her

“okay.. lets go find your owner before they have a heart attack” you giggle

just as you said that though, you heard a boys voice yell “LAYLA!!!!”

the dog next to you looked in his direction, tail wagging and tongue out, but she didnt move an inch from her spot next to you

it made me you laugh out loud

as you were watching the boy run up to you, you noticed how cute he actually was

Omg..... ur heart started beating a little faster

“hi..” the boy hunched over with his hands on his knees breathing very heavily “you have my dog”

“uh yeah” you laugh “sorry about that, she ran over to me a couple minutes ago and i was just about to go find her owner”

“its okay, thank you..” he trailed off to find out your name and finally looked up to meet your eyes

“y/n” you told him

“y/n” he repeated with a small grin on his face “im jake”

“hi jake” you lightheartedly give him your hand to shake and he chuckles before taking the offer

“and it was nice meeting you layla” you crouch down to meet her level and she licks your face making you fall on your butt

you laugh and jakes quick to help you up

“layla! thats not very nice” he jokingly scolds her and pets her head

after u got up u bid goodbye to the two before jake invited u to continue walking around the park AND HE EVEN BOUGHT U AN ICE CREAM

Is This A Date, Jake? 😫😫❤️❤️❤️❤️😳😛😛

SUNGHOON

“you should be more careful” you scold the boy sitting with you standing between his legs

sunghoon had apparently gotten elbowed in the face by his friend and scratched by his friends cat on accident????

“it wasn’t my fault! he turned around and i just happened to be in the way. and i didnt even do anything to the cat!” he whined

“i didnt say it was your fault. i said to be more careful.” you tried to sound stern

u knew ur logic was making no sense but u just thought it was so fun to mess with him

he let out a sigh and gave up, slouching over again

you were stood between his legs, wiping the blood away and applying ointment

“im just kidding, you’re so cute” one of your free hands comes up to rub his hair

a small grin pops up on his face and his arms come to rest on your waist

he looks up at you while you focus on tending to his wounds

and u guessed it WITH LITERAL HEARTS IN HIS EYES

❤️_❤️

“you know y/n” he begins

you hum in response, letting him know you’re listening

“im gonna marry you one day”

you freeze in your place

it took you a minute to collect yourself because you felt like your heart almost leaped out of your chest

“who says?” you joke

he leans up to give you a quick kiss on the lips before sitting back down

“me.”

SUNOO

you noticed sunoo had been really tired lately and u just wanted to make him feel better :((

the boys were going out and invited you two obviously but you could tell sunoo was iffy about going

“uhh..” you trail off and look over at sunoo who was laying on the couch

“you know what guys? i think me and sunoo are gonna stay home today.. you guys have fun though!” you bid goodbye to the other boys and they all understood and left

you dont even know if sunoo knew they had left already because when you walked over to him his tired eyes were glued on the tv

“hey” you leaned against the couch and looked down at him

“y/n? are we going soon?” his eyes move to the top of his head to look up at you

you start laughing and he literally goes 🤨???

“silly, they already left! so what do you wanna do?” you plop down next to him and he was in the process of sitting up

“what? when did they leave...” his mouth drops open

“like 2 minutes ago” you giggle, leaning back to rest your head

sunoo had sat still, pondering for a moment

“why did they leave us?” he turned to look at you

your eyes met his “well i figured you didnt wanna go... you didnt, right?”

he slowly shakes his head “how did you know?”

you give him a sneaky smile and jokingly push his arm “because i know you so well”

he laughs at this and leans his head on your shoulder

“wow y/n.. im impressed” he grins, snuggling into your arm

your other arm crosses over to pat him on the head, leaning your head to rest on top of his

“but thank you y/n..” his eyes slowly close to rest “im thankful for all the little things you notice about me”

u literally go 🥺

your hand goes down to squeeze his and he falls asleep peacefully on ur shoulder ☹️☹️☹️❤️

JUNGWON

“y/n..what is that” jungwons eyes can barely open as he tries to comprehend whats going on while hes waking up

you haphazardly tap around the bedside table trying to turn off the new alarm you set last night

and that new alarm was jungwon singing 🤗

“its you, dummy” your eyes were still closed but you turned to face jungwon and snuggled closer to him

“wha- where did you even get that???” he was almost fully awake now, staring down at your half asleep figure

you yawned before answering in your i-just-woke-up-and-i-should-probably-drink-some-water voice “remember when you sang me to sleep last week? yeah i was secretly recording you. no biggie” you pat his chest twice and leave your hand there, content with life at the moment Lol

“y/nnnn” he whines “change ittt i dont like it”

“you’re kidding.” you deadpan, shocked he would say such a thing!!! “jungwon you sound like an angel threw up on a field of flowers full of puppies and kittens! okay thats kinda weird maybe not that”

jungwon giggles a little and sits up so he can sit against the headboard while your head rests on his lap

“you like my singing that much?” you can hear the smile in his voice as he asks you

you finally pop one eye open to look up at him, a goofy grin in your face

“i love your singing”

his hands run through your hair and you let out a sigh at the feeling

jungwon doesnt say anything

all he does is admire you

you can feel his eyes on you so you open your eyes again (both this time🙏🏼) and meet his eyes

“i can feel you staring straight into the depths of my soul, jungwon”

he laughs at this, bring his other hand up to pinch your cheek

“i’ll sing for you whenever you want me to y/n”

NI-KI

“shut up sunghoon, hes sleeping” you whisper-scolded the boy

ni-ki was currently asleep on you

literally SPRAWLED all over your body and you were basically mummified

by nishimura riki

his legs were tangled in yours, his head shoved into your neck, and his arms were bent around you in ways you didnt know were humanly possible

“you literally have an alien taking a nap on you y/n” sunghoon deadpans before walking out the room

“when you’re asleep sunghoon i will send you into a spacecraft for the rest of your life so you can go see aliens for yourself”

“wowww im so scared y/n” the boy remarks and shuts the door

you half laugh and half scoff before turning your attention back to the ipad screen sitting on the bed infront of you

well

kind of infront of you because ni-ki’s acrobatic position was basically blocking the view

you were having a decent time watching the show playing, definitely not the most comfortable person on the planet at the moment

until you felt the body on top of you.. rumble?

you knew that feeling

ni-ki was laughing

HOW and WHY the hell was he laughing ?!!?!!?!

“what the hell?” you look down at him and his face is shoved near your shoulder but you caught a glimpse of his big smile

his laughter gets louder and you still dont have answers yet

“why are you laughing???? i thought you were sleeping?????” you try to push him off you but he was persistent in laughing in your shoulder (??)

after a couple minutes of you just letting this happen

ni-ki finally speaks!

“you’re so funny y/n” he finally pulls away from you and wipes his tears

“what are you even talking about... and how long were you awake, you sneaky kid” you poke his chest

he leans down again to hug your waist and start cuddling you again

“10 minutes”

“so you’re telling me i could’ve freed myself from that god awful demon EMBRACE you had me in 10 minutes ago???!!”

ni-ki starts laughing again and looks up at you

“thank you for threatening to send sunghoon to aliens for me y/n” he grins

you laugh, finally understanding what the boy had been going on about

“sunghoon deserved it”

[midsizebook]

Matilda

A/N: Alright, so this one's longer than previous chapters, and a tad bit different stylistically, so I'm pretty nervous about it, lol. Feedback (both positive and negative) is always encouraged! Please do let me know what you thought of it!

Warnings: very light smut, some angst, some tipsy!Harry too. Chapter 6

Seeing Harry's place in the light of day was different. Though I'd been here before after nights of working on set, it now felt like a vacation from real life. I could not believe that a place as massive and as luxurious as this actually existed in the same town as my own dingy apartment. It felt like stepping into a fantasy world for 4 days. But, I should've known better than to act like the rules of real life didn't apply around here. No matter where I go, I can never run from myself.

Day 1, 5:01 PM.

I stepped out of Christopher's car and onto Harry's cobblestoned driveway. A fountain with a statue of Adonis acted as the centerpiece of the driveway, the sound of its trickling water greeting us. Harry's main doors were left ajar and I could smell cooking.

"Hello?" I knocked, though the door was open, I was not sure if I should just enter. I doubt that he could hear any sound at all over the loud speakers playing "Rich Girl."

"Harry! Where are you?" I called out into the spacious entryway.

The music got significantly lower, but wasn't turned off all the way. He must have heard me.

"I'm just over here!" His disembodied voice called out.

I followed the low hum of Daryl Hall and John Oates's chiding voices singing "And don't you knowwwwww, don't you know/That it's wrong to take what is given you..." to find Harry standing over the Kitchen counter with a clear bag of sea salt. He looked up as he noticed me approaching and wiped his hands on his apron.

"You made it! Hi" he took me in for a tight hug.

"Smells delicious in here. What's all this?"

"Well, we always order out. Figured I'd make us some dinner for a change. Where's your boyfriend?"

My eyes widened, taken aback by his words. Christopher and I had been "dating," sure, "seeing each other," yes. But "boyfriend" sounded a bit too serious.

"O-oh. Have I struck a nerve?" Harry glanced at me from the corner of his eye while stirring something in a bowl.

"What? no. It's fine...Christopher's just getting our bags and stuff. Can I help with anything?"

Upon closer inspection, I saw that Harry was inserting some lemon slices into a fish. "whoa! What're you doing?"

He shook his head, amused at my surprise, and maybe showing off just a little bit. "Salad and appetizers' in the fridge. I'm just about done here. But if you really wanna help, you can prep some side dishes. There's a bag of potatoes over there, and some asparagus." he gestured with his elbow to the other side of the kitchen where he'd washed some vegetables.

"Yeah, I can do potatoes."

"How was the drive over?"

"Oh, you know. long. Warm."

"yeah. Sorry about that...."

"Bro, the front garden's stunning!" Christopher's voice called out from the hallway. "Hey, mate." Harry paused his delicate work on the fish to go greet his friend. " wait til I show you the river on the other side It's gorgeous..." they hugged.

Shortly after our arrival, Sienna joined us. She'd brought Harry some flowers --to which he responded with a dramatic "awww, for me?! You shouldn't have"-- and even brought her beagle puppy along, with whom we were all in love. The puppy, though, knowing what's good for her, only liked Harry. She followed his every move, and even settled between his feet at dinner.

Harry set the table out in the garden, which was, as Christopher had noted so enthusiastically, stunning. Surrounded by so much greenery at sunset, as we all gathered around to enjoy Harry's admittedly impressive culinary skills. I couldn't have been more content that evening. The moment, though perfectly mundane, made my heart full.

After dinner, and some dessert, we all decided to end the night early and recover from the long drive. Harry, ever the attentive host, had set up the guest bedrooms perfectly down to every detail. The toiletries, the bedding, bedside table decked out with everything you could possibly need. The only problem was that he'd set me and Christopher up in the same room. Sharing the same bed.

It's not Harry's fault. How was he supposed to know that Christopher and I hadn't yet spent a single night together? We hadn't slept under the same roof yet, or even had sex. I guess it's not unreasonable to assume that two people who have been seeing each other for as long as we have might be comfortable enough with one another at this point. I was not, though, and Christopher never pushed it.

He immediately recognized my unease. "Hey, we don't have to squeeze together on this bed. I'm sure there's another guest room in this palace Harry's living out of. Or...even if there isn't! I can just sleep on the couch downstairs! Really, I'm an actor. I can literally fall asleep anywhere!"

I appreciated the effort that he put into making sure I was comfortable. I took his words in for a moment. "N-no. Don't be silly. It's a big enough bed, c'mon. we're just sleeping together, though. We're not 'sleeping together.'"

He laughed in an effort to lighten the mood.

"You know what I mean." I rolled my eyes.

"Yes, of course. Sleeping in the same bed doesn't automatically imply that anything has to happen. We're on the same page. I promise."

***

Christopher had kept his word. In fact, he fell asleep almost the second that his head hit the pillow. But, even though he was entirely respectful and gave me all the space I'd asked for, I still felt weird. I'd never shared a bed with another person before. I was way too aware of his body, laying there, right next to me. I tossed and turned all night while he slept, totally oblivious.

Day 2, 1:15 AM

Eventually, I decided to get out of bed and go sit outside for a bit. I brought the hoodie that Harry had lent me and put it over my pajamas, for extra warmth and a little comfort.

The garden was peaceful, and even in the dark with the pale moonlight, looked incredible. I felt instantly lighter when a gentle breeze moved through my hair. I closed my eyes and tried enjoy it.

"pppsssstt. Over here! Hey! Matilda!" I heard someone whisper-shouting and wondered if I'd gone completely insane. Is that all it takes now? a moment of quiet and my eyes shut, and I just start imagining Harry's voice calling me 'Matilda'?

I snapped out of my dreamy state when I felt a small pebble hitting my leg. I turned to look in its direction and saw, Harry, sitting there, in the dark, on a picnic blanket, underneath a tree, holding what appears to be a bottle of wine and a half-empty glass.

"What the fuck? You scared the shit out of me!" I sprinted towards him.

"Well, I didn't wanna make a lot of noise or wake anyone up, but thanks to your voice, now they'll wake up anyway!" He patted the spot next to him gesturing for me to sit down, so I did.

"What are you doing up?" He asked.

"Couldn't sleep." I shrugged, looking up at the starry sky.

"And your boy?"

I frowned, "he's not my 'boy.' Why'd you say it like that? ....And, no, Christopher's asleep."

"How else am I supposed to say it? ya boy? your fella. Your boo. Bae." he giggled and took a giant sip of his glass. "It's better than what you call him." He took another sip.

"Harry, are you drunk?"

"No." He said a little too quickly.

I stared at him silently. It was both thrilling and amusing to see Harry like this. His inhibitions down. He's usually so composed and delicate. It felt like being let in on a special secret.

"Okay, maybe a little drunk..."

"I have a lot of catching up to do, then" I went to grab the glass out of his hand, but he swatted my hand away. "No. No way. Not this sewer water. Let's get a better bottle. Come with me."

He got up clumsily and held out his hand to help me up. I grabbed the blanket that we'd been sitting on and followed him inside, all the way to the basement where his wine collection was.

He bent down to read the label and browsed for a moment.

"Ah! yes, this'll do." he grabbed a 1982 Bordeaux. Okay, now he was definitely showing off.

"Are you insane? we can't drink this! That's expensive! Where'd you even get this all the way out here?"

"Oh shut up, Matilda." He patted me on the head and retrieved two wine glasses, seemingly out of nowhere, in one of the crevices of his basement of treasures.

"Shall we?" he dramatically offered me his arm as we made our way upstairs. Though it was totally silly and I felt sure that this was just the drinking loosening him up, I liked goofy Harry.

***

"What do I call Christopher?" I asked, setting my glass down on the coffee table and leaning back into the couch

"hmm?"

"Earlier. Out there, in the garden, you said 'it's better than what you call him.' what do I call Christopher?"

"That!" he raise his eyebrows, swallowing his drink and sitting up. "You call him exactly that. 'Christopher.' Nobody calls him that. Not even on set. Everyone just says 'Chris.' Not you though. Just sounds formal. Like he's interviewing for a job."

My face dropped as I realized that he'd inadvertently identified the issue with my romantic life.

"Oh, sorry. I shouldn't have said that. It's your business. Honestly, if you guys are happy, who am I to judge?"

I took a sip out of my drink to calm myself. "What, you mean your partners don't call you Harold?"

He laughed loudly, relieved I'd decided to make a joke of it.

"That, they never call me. They do call me other things, though." He cleared his throat and shifted so he was now sitting cross-legged, getting comfortable.

"Oh? Like what?"

"hmmm... let's see...oh, umm I've been called a 'fool,' umm... 'an arrogant son of a bitch,' what else? oh I know! 'Selfish' tends to be a popular one!" his laugh stopped dead in his throat when he looked up at me and saw that I wasn't laughing.

"oh god" he squealed. "I've done the thing, haven't I?"

"what thing?"

"Oh, you know. The thing where you accidentally overshare and say something revealing about yourself thinking it's gonna land as a funny joke, but it's actually kind of tragic when said out loud." he covered the top half of his face with his hand in embarrassment.

I tried my best reassuring voice, "not at all! It's fine. I promise. I just find it hard to believe that you're any of those things. I mean, does a selfish person constantly buy his friends take out and feed the crew on set and give people rides whenever they need to go somewhere? You've practically turned this place into a hotel for us!"

"That's all very sweet, Matilda, but, umm" he looked down at his feet and swallowed his breath. "My motives aren't entirely pure."

"What do you mean?"

"Well, I was dumped fairly recently. Days before I flew out here, actually." He said matter-of-factly

"God, I'm so sorry."

"I tried to tell you. It's why I wanted to talk so badly. After we, you know, kissed in the car. But anyway, I figure the less time I spend alone, the easier it is not to wallow in my pain, so I like having everyone over all the time. see? not so selfless..."

I tried to wrap my mind around what Harry had just told me. I'd assumed discussing the impulsive kiss in the car that night would be humiliating because he'd want to talk about my feelings and let me down easy. It never crossed my mind that there'd be some other reason for his hesitation. Suddenly, I felt like my heart was in the pit of my stomach.

"Hey, you okay? I haven't ruined your night, have I? Gosh, this happens when I drink; I just start babbling."

"No, no. You haven't. I'm glad you told me. I mean- are you feeling okay about it? What can I do to help?"

"Nothing! Really. Just being around you, seeing you everyday- It helps." He smiled, his eyes twinkling in the soft light of the room.

I felt my cheeks turn red. Not wanting him to see me blush, I looked away, but Harry caught my face between his thumb and index finger and turned me towards him. "I'm being serious. You're so- it's hard to be around you and not feel-"

Instead of finishing his sentences, he leaned forward and kissed me. Softly, at first, but the kiss quickly turned firm, making me moan into his mouth. I moved back into the couch, Harry hovering over me, never breaking the kiss, as his hands traveled down the sides of my body and found the bottom hem of the hoodie.

He paused a moment to catch his breath.

"Not that I don't love seeing you in my hoodie, but I really want that thing off you. Now."

I put my arms up as he peeled the hoodie off of me, revealing my pajama top. He moved his hand to the hem of the top, as if to take it off too, but surprised me when he went back to kissing. I ran my fingers through his curls, my breath getting hot and heavy as he trailed his lips down my body leaving wet kisses along my jaw line and neck. When he reached my breasts, he motioned for me to remove my top.

"Uh-Harry, wait." I sat up and crossed my arms over my chest.

He stopped his fervent touch immediately backing away, and looking up at me.

"You alright?"

"I- um. this is embarrassing, but" I felt my throat clamp up and tears sting the back of my eyes, but i was determined not to cry. Nobody likes a grown ass woman who cries during sex. BEFORE sex even happens.

"What it is, love? You can talk to me...." he rubbed a soothing hand over my knee.

"Could we- gosh, it's nothing...just- could we go s-slow, please? it's been a while since I've...oh god, I don't know why this is so hard to say. It's been a while since I've had sex. So, could we just, you know, go a bit slow?" As soon as the words were out of my mouth, i looked down and let myself shed a couple of tears before furiously wiping at my eyes with the palms of my hands hoping I hadn't opened the floodgates. I dared not look into Harry's eyes or try to figure out what he was thinking. In fact, I wished I hadn't said anything at all. I wished the floor would open up and swallow me whole.

"Wait, s-so...you and Chris haven't...?"

"No. Uh, not yet." I forced myself to look at him like an adult person having an adult conversation. I thought that I could see the concern on his face give way to a hint of, something else. Relief, perhaps, or a shred of satisfaction upon hearing that Christopher and I hadn't slept together, but that could just have been my tipsy and sleepy brain projecting a fantasy.

Harry quickly composed himself, clearing his throat and speaking reassuringly. "Listen, we don't have to do anything right now. Not that I don't want to. because believe me, I do. I'm sure if you look at what's going on beneath the....umm belt area...it's not a secret that I want you. But, I absolutely don't want to push you, if you're not comfortable."

"I want to! I am! I'm comfortable. I promise. Maybe not with just anyone. But with you, I'm comfortable."

"fuck, babe. You looking at me like that and saying those things to me... C'mere" he leaned in and kissed me passionately. I felt myself melt into the kiss, his lips soft and tasting faintly of the wine we'd been drinking. He was utterly irresistible.

He wasted no time in picking up where we had left off. going back to making his way down my body. As my breathing picked up, I felt him weave the fingers of his right hand through mine, then bring my hand up to his lips to kiss it.

"You alright ?"

"mhmm" I nodded.

"May I take your top off now?"

"yes, please, Harry."

"well, since you asked so nicely" he smiled.

His attempted humor made me realize that i'd been holding my breath in unintentionally. So I exhaled and let my body relax to his touch.

He tossed my top on the floor. I felt his eyes scanning my body with admiration. No one had ever looked at me that way before. "wow." He whispered to himself.

"Perfect" he kissed my collarbone. "You're perfect." he wrapped an arm around around me helping me lean back into the couch.

Something about the vulnerable position that I found myself in, exposed before his sharp green eyes made me feel supple and open for him.

Feeling him fiddle with the strap of my bra shook me out of that dazed feeling. "Har-umm.. could we....keep the bra on?"

"Yeah, of course." he spoke into the skin of my shoulder as he kissed and lightly grazed it.

"Sorry, I just don't feel--"

"Hey, hey, listen." He stopped, looking up at me and making a clearly conscious effort to soften his eyes. "You don't need to apologize. You don't need to explain yourself. Boundaries are to be respected. If you don't like something, just say the word. want you to be comfortable, okay?"

I nodded, hypnotized by his magnetic presence and the comforting words he spoke. Somehow, he not only knew exactly what to say, but also how to say it.

"For you too."

"what's that, honey?"

"Boundaries for you too. You should also feel comfortable letting me know what you like or don't like."

He smiled, revealing his adorable dimples. "You can count on it."

"Harry, one more thing? Just so we don't have to keep pausing...."

"what is it?"

"Do you have a condom on you?"

"embarrassingly, no, I don't. I'll go get one from upstairs."

He practically ran upstairs, skipping two steps at a time like a little kid.

I tried to relax and brace myself for what I knew was about to happen. I couldn't believe this is how my night was going. The thought of feeling Harry's skin on mine again had me tingling from head to toe and I couldn't stop smiling.

"Yeah, mate, I think she's downstairs." I heard Harry's voice from up the stair case. "I think she just couldn't sleep. I don't know."

Realizing that he wasn't alone, I scrambled to find and put my shirt back on. In the rush of it all, with my arms flailing about, trying to get dressed in time, I knocked over one of the wine glasses and spilled it everywhere. Jumping to my feet, I search furiously for a box of tissues. "fuck. fuck. fuck."

"Hey, look who I ran into upstairs." The expression on Harry's face was unreadable. I looked up to see Christopher by his side. "He was looking for you."

"Oh, Hi." I smiled at Christopher nervously.

"I woke up and you weren't around. Thought maybe you were in the bathroom or something. Where have you been?"

" Sleepless. Got antsy and.... spilled wine apparently... I'm so sorry, Harry." I wanted to say sorry for more than just the wine. I wanted to say much more to him.

Harry saw the stain on the carpet and rushed to the kitchen "I'll get that. It's- it's fine." He didn't meet my gaze or even glance my direction.

"Let's get you to bed. You get clumsy when you're sleepy." Christopher reached for my hand.

We went back upstairs leaving Harry behind to clean up the mess.

***

Day 2, 6:35 A.M.

"Good Morning!! I made pancakes!!" Harry's voice called out to us as Christopher and I descended the stairs, Sienna and her puppy trailing behind us. We'd all agreed to wake up early and go on a long hike this morning. I don't know about everyone else, but, I'd assumed that meant breakfast would be protein bars and coffee in to-go cups. Not...all this.

"When'd you wake up that you had time to do all this?" Sienna asked, her dog leaping out of her arms and whining affectionately at Harry with a sweet tail wag.

"Never went to bed." Harry replied smugly, as if an all-nighter were something to brag about. It was my fault. He was up all night because I'm an idiot. I watched as he took a piece of cheese from the amalgamation of breakfast foods that he had arranged on the counter next to the stove, and bent over giving it to the dog. He looked tired, and his hand, which held the pancake spatula, was shaky.

Christopher joined him by the stove to help. "Bro, how....how much espresso have you had?" gesturing towards the Moka pot and 6 espresso cups in the kitchen sink.

"Not sure. It all gets a bit hazy after, like, the 3rd shot i think? Which reminds me. I should make coffee!!"

"Harry you're jittery" Sienna took the pancake spatula out of his hand and took over the cooking.

"But I'm fine, I promise! Look I made hash browns. And eggs sunny side up, and there's fresh juice in the juicer!"

"You're done. Go to bed, Harry. or at least the couch." Christopher declared, pushing Harry by the shoulders and leading him away from the stove. "Hey, would you see to it that he actually makes it to his bedroom? Sienna and I will finish up here. We'll call you when breakfast's on the table."

I nodded, putting on my best motherly demeanor. "Let's go, Harry. c'mon." I put a hand on his back leading him to the bedroom while the dog followed us.

In his room, I closed the blinds and turned off all the lights explaining that he's probably overstimulated and wired from all that caffeine and that total darkness would do him good. He plopped on the bed and gestured for me to come join him.

"Don't be dumb." I rolled my eyes.

"Why not? That's not how you felt last night!" He tried to wink playfully but in his current state it could've just as easily been an eye-twitch.

"Christopher's right outside. in your kitchen." I reminded him.

"So, we're waiting til you break up with him?"

"Harry- I-"

"No. Don't. Don't say it."

"I'm not going to break up with him."

"Why the fuck not?!" He stood up, off the bed, and walked towards me. The dog pawing at his ankles, so he bent down and picked her up.

I turned towards the door and shut it carefully. "Would you lower your voice!"

"Fine, just tell me why not? What about last night?"

"Harry, don't you think it's concerning that we only gravitate towards each other when something's wrong? when we're emotional, when we're drunk? That's not how healthy relationships should start!"

"We only do that because you won't give us a real chance. Won't communicate." he gestured with his hand moving the dog around.

"Why would I, when I have a good thing going with Christopher? I like Christopher. He's kind. He's there for me. He's patient.... and please put the dog down, you're shaking her!"

"And I'm not those things?.... don't worry, she likes it." Harry reached out to put a hand on my arm, but I pulled away. "I can do slow. I can do calm. We can take this one step at a time. Any pace you want."

"No. No we can't, Harry." I shook my head, tears falling down my face.

"Why not?" He sighed, frustrated, setting the dog down.

"Because being around you makes me crazy. dizzy with all sorts of feelings. A pit burning in my stomach. Like my skin is on fire! Besides, you told me yourself, you JUST got out of a relationship. You haven't even had time to deal with it yet-"

"Oh bullshit! Don't throw that in my face. Don't you see? that dizziness, the skin on fire...that's passion. It's a GOOD thing. You know what I think? I think it scares you, you're running away and choosing the safe, boring option because-"

"I'm done. this conversation is over."

I turned on my heels, ran out the door and slammed it behind me.

***

The whole day felt like a never-ending nightmare of emotional torture. The worst part of it is, I wasn't sure if I was the victim or the perpetrator. Harry followed me with his eyes all day. Every time I reached for the fruit bowl at breakfast, or licked a drop of maple syrup off my finger, Harry was staring. On our hike, if I bent down to tie my shoes, or if Christopher held my hand, or put his arm around me, Harry was looking. I wasn't sure if he was judging, teasing, or trying to shoot lasers out of his eyes and destroy me.

That evening, as we all gather in Harry's living room, plopped on the sofa, watching some Netflix show and working our way through a couple of pizzas, I received a text from my father.

Dad (7:03 PM): We're close by. Should be in town in about 45 minutes. Wanna meet up for dinner?

I felt the air get sucked out of my lungs as I read the words that appeared on my screen. My body tensed up and my heart was racing. I'd avoided my family to the point where the distance brought them to me. If I wasn't so anxious I'd find the irony amusing. Christopher must have noticed the nauseated look on my face because he sat up and asked me if everything was alright.

"Yeah, it's just my dad." I attempted to sound reassuring, but I think everyone in the room heard the crack in my voice.

"You sure you're alright?"

"Yeah, my family's in town. They wanna see me."

"Oh, that's nice." Christopher picked up on my hesitation, and, judging by Sienna's muting of the TV, and Harry putting his plate down, so did everyone else. "It's nice...right?"

"Yeah. I guess. My family's just complicated. I'm gonna get dressed and go meet them."

I walked out of the room as quickly as I could, extremely aware of their concerned gazes. While I appreciated their sympathy, I also felt embarrassed and worried that I'd burden them with my nonsense. I needed to be alone.

I ran straight into the guest bathroom and shut the door behind me sliding down the door and falling to the floor in tears. Minutes felt like hours as I sat against the door attempting (and failing) to catch my breath and stop my tears.

There was a knock on the door.

"You alright in there?" It was Harry.

I said nothing.

"Can hear you crying, you know."

I parted my lips and took a deep breath, ready to yell at him to leave me alone, but I felt tongue-tied.

"Hello? Please let me in!"

[ikeromantic]

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This is a Motonari Mouri fanfic inspired by the lovely @scruffymctee A bit silly, a bit spicy, and approx. 1000 words.

Motonari adjusted to 21st century life pretty well. He liked the unexpected intersections of culture, the mis-matched chaos of film, music, and stories from everywhere and anywhere in the world. The way he could walk through town and hear a plethora of languages mixed into his native Japanese.

Indoor plumbing and electric lights . . .

TV was pretty sweet too. He scanned through the streaming films and picked an action movie. Pirates, of course. A perfect way to waste a few hours on a hot summer day.

He was about half-way through the movie when the door opened and a sweet, familiar voice called out, “Motonari! Come help me with the groceries! I think my arm is going to fall off.”

Motonari hurried to the kitchen and helped his beloved put away the food. He noted the fresh fruit, eggs, and creme. “Heh, you plannin’ on making something sweet?”

“Maybe.” She smiled at him brightly then wrinkled her nose. “I think whatever I’m planning, you should go shower first.”

He sniffed. “Eh hehe, you might be right. I don’t suppose you wanna come give me a hand?” He waggled his eyebrows suggestively.

His lover blushed and put a hand to her mouth. “I’m sure you can handle clean-up on your own.”

“Sure I can, but a lady’s touch goes a long way, savvy?” He grabbed her hand and tugged her to the bathroom door.

She laughed and pulled her hand back before he could get her into the narrow bathroom. “Lovely as that sounds, I need to send out a few emails before I call it a day. But I promise, afterward I’m all yours.”

Motonari pouted. “You’re already mine. Always. What do I gotta do? Put a collar on you again?” He reached for her but she slapped his hand away.

“Are you serious right now? That’s not even funny.” She crossed her arms. “Go take your shower.”

“Ah, come on. Don’t be like that.” He pulled his t-shirt off and started unbuttoning his pants. “I know you wanna. And I promise ya, you won’t regret it. I know how to give as good as I get.” Motonari made sure she understood what he meant with a gesture.

She looked as if she might be wavering. There was something about shower-sex that made it so good. The mix of hot water, steam, and slick soapy skin . . .

“Be a good girl and get those clothes off. Don’t make me tell ya again.” He knew that was the wrong thing to say as soon as he said it. But, it was too late.

“Whatever.” She pointed toward the shower stall. “There’s the soap, dude. Enjoy yourself.” Then she stomped off.

Motonari sighed. Well so much for that. Now she was pissed and he wasn’t getting any of anything. He hopped in the shower, trying to relax in the hot water. His mind replayed the argument, trying to think up better things he might have said. He was so distracted that he didn’t pay attention to what soap he grabbed.

By the time he noticed it was her jasmine and white tea scented body wash, it was too late. He’d lathered himself up, from top to toenails. “Great. Now I’m gonna come out smellin’ like a damn bouquet.”

He rinsed as quickly as he could, feeling entirely put out. He’d pissed off the one woman he wanted to touch him, his balls smelled like flowers, and he wasn’t any closer to getting what he wanted. Some one-on-one alone time, minus the clothes . . .

Motonari got dressed and sat down in the kitchen. His lover was cooking and she wouldn’t meet his eyes. “Look. I shouldn’t have said that. I’m . . . sorry. Didja get your emails sent?”

She sighed. “Yeah. It’s an important commission so I had to get the details sent out tonight. But I didn’t want to work late and-”

“Stop worrying about it.” He reached for her hand, stroking the back of it with his thumb. “Yer home, so let’s just . . . enjoy it.” Motonari gave her a slow, wicked smile.

“Enjoy it, hm?” She raised an eyebrow, but her cheeks flushed.

After dinner, they snuggled on the couch. Motonari put on the last half of his pirate movie, but couldn’t focus on it. Not with his lover snuggled up against his chest. She smelled so good and her skin was soft and warm. His hand cupped one of her breasts, squeezing it lightly.

“H-hey now,” she laughed. “Didn’t you already clear that up with the soap?”

Motonari scowled. “Not funny. Besides, why settle for a soapy palm when I’ve got a lady like you in my bed?”

“Still think you can order me around, hm?” She turned to give him a flinty look.

“Nope.” He nipped her ear, eliciting a breathy groan. “I’m hopin’ I can persuade. And if that fails, I’m not above beggin’ ya.”

She wiggled her hips back against him. “Well . . . I’m being slowly persuaded to see your side of things. You should continue the technique.”

Motonari kissed down her neck and nipped at her collarbone. His hands slid under her shirt. “Ya know,” he murmured, “you had me so distracted, I ended up using yer soap in the shower.”

“Really?” She laughed and rolled over to face him. Her fingers drew little, firm lines down the front of his shorts. Maddeningly slow movements that drew a gasp from him.

“Yep. I got jasmine and honey balls or whatever that smell is supposed to be.”

“White tea,” she grinned. “And . . . I really like that smell.” She kissed down his chest, pausing at the dip of his pelvis to tug his shorts off.

Motonari was already harder than a top mast and desperate to feel her. The sudden rush of warm, evening air only added to the need. “Heh, that so? I might have to use yer soap more oft-” The end of the sentence disappeared as he gasped at the intense sensation of her lips on his most sensitive skin.

He’d never wanted anyone to touch him, before her. And now he couldn’t get enough.

[korasonata]

I had someone last time ask me about time stamps, so all of these from this point out will have the time stamp at the top of each set of quotes. I am currently in the process of retrieving the time stamps for the previous 5 posts, and will link an updated version when I have retrieved them all.

Link to the video is here: https://m.twitch.tv/videos/1149389841

Favourite moments of Joe and Cleo model streams part 6!

(I am very sorry I tried very hard to make this not as long as it is. There will probably be another extended cut post because there was just SO much happening in this stream)

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00:00:57

Cleo: Welcome to the stream. Mine and/or Joes. Or, both.

Joe: Yay!

Cleo: I suppose that’s what the “and��� means. In that statement. That would make sense. Glue pot’s ready—

Joe: It makes sense to me.

Cleo: …that makes me even more nervous that it makes sense to you, Joe. Not gonna lie.

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00:16:34

Joe: So, anyway, last night at dinner, uh, like I— I had put this interview on while I was cooking and I kinda left it on as my daughter sat down for dinner and I was like “hey, this is an interview with this very famous journalist from about 50 years ago. Uh, he’s got a really interesting voice and a really interesting cadence, and I wanna kind of listen to it so I can— maybe copy it as like a joke in one of my videos.” And my daughter listens to it for about a— a minute—

Cleo: And then says “now that’s— is that you?”

Joe: *laughing* She just turns to me and she’s like “my friend…her parents got her…did you know they make crayon applesauce now? It says crayola. It tastes. Like they’ve blended a brown crayon. And sprinkled it on top.”

Cleo: That sounds grim.

Joe (prideful laughing): And it just kind of matches the cadence while also talking about something terrible to ingest?*laughing* And I just start cracking up because like— *laughing continues* she gets it! And she’s just like “why are you laughing?” Because you just— you nailed it! You nailed the pauses, you— you nailed the subject matter, like this is— this is just great!! And she’s like “no! This is a real thing! This crayon applesauce is terrible!” And I’m just laughing and laughing and she’s like trying to explain why it’s not good, and I’m like “I understand why it’s not good, but—“

Cleo (reading chat): “Joe’s daughter is awesome.” I think you’re probably correct. Joe’s daughter is indeed awesome.

Joe: Yeah, I’m very very happy with my daughter. (Reading chat) What was for dinner? Well not crayola applesauce!

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Cleo (in response to someone complimenting her 3rd Life videos): Awe! Thank you joytobake, that’s really nice! I am…always pleased when people like my personality. Because I’m never sure that people should, you know?

Joe: Yeah, that’s— that’s what we were talking about— I think before we started streaming, was like, Cleo really gets me, and that’s a huge red flag.

Cleo: That’s a— yeah. As a human being. Understanding Joe - massive red flag. Huge. This is a danger. To everybody. And particularly Joe.

Joe: It’s the terror of being truly known.

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00:47:08

Joe: Up until this point I didn’t show the instructions, but now I feel like I have to.

Cleo: Because otherwise people are going to judge your competency?

Joe: Yeah! They’re gonna go “ok. Any idiot can figure out how these pieces go together” but if you look at these instructions, that’s not true. I’m a spectacular idiot, and I have no idea what I’m doing with these.

Cleo: I mean. I want— I want to confirm. Yes. Spectacular.

Joe: Yes. Thank you Cleo.

Cleo: *snicker* You’re welcome Joe. I always like to insult the people I care about the most.

Joe (quietly): I know…I appreciate it.

Cleo (Watching chat): I’m waiting for Cam to confirm that.

(Cam in chat: She insults me SO MUCH, she called me a gibbon last night…)

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00:59:42

Joe: *reading tips*

Cleo (reading chat): “you can’t stop Joe when he’s on a role.” This is true.

Joe (not paying attention): *still reading tips*

Cleo: I mean you can, you just have to go: Joe. Joe. JOE. And then he stops sometimes.

Joe (quietly, but with emphasis): WHAAAAAAAAAAT??!?

Cleo: I’M DOING A THING!

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01:00:46

Joe (reading tips): “This is an encouragement donation for more of you singing in the future.” Ooo, I think Cleo would like that because the future is not now.

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01:02:23

Cleo (genuine singing): Ground control to major Tom…

Joe: *listening in awe*

Cleo: …That’s…pretty much all I know…

Joe: Oh, I was gonna let you keep going, I— I wanted to hear more.

Cleo: Oh no. That’s pretty much all I know.

Joe: But yeah. Hypothermic haddoc writes (singing) “tell my wife I love her very much!” …I was waiting for you to jump in with the (singing) “she knoooooows!”

Cleo: Again. Again, I don’t know the song very well.

Joe: Oh. And here I am sitting in my tin can—

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01:47:54

Cleo: *leaves to get a drink*

Joe: While you’re getting your drink I guess I’ll provide some musical entertainment.

SILENCE

Joe: …I don’t have anything prepared. So, let’s see…do we have any birthdays? *laughing* if it’s anybody’s birthday I’ll sing to you while Cleo’s gone.

Cleo: I’m back.

Joe: Oh ok. Well, sorry birthday boys. And girls.

Cleo: feel free to sing to people. I’m sure people want that.

Joe: no…well, I was gonna do it while you were away cause I need to get up and get my drink as soon as you’re back.

Cleo: Oh, go and get a drink and I will sing happy birthday—

Joe: So I’m gonna go get my drink, I’ll be right back.

Cleo: —to people who have chosen to spend their birthday…here…I’m not judging, uh, but— (upbeat singing) Happy Birthday to you! You smell like a zoo! (Talking) …uh, etcetera etcetera… (Singing) I forgot how this song goes! Nevermind it sucks to be you! *blows a raspberry*

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01:49:09

Cleo: I mean it’s Cams birthday on Saturday, and I will sing to Cam on his birthday. His birthday is not today. I mean he probably wants me to not sing to him on his birthday, to be fair—

[Cam: Please don’t sing to me]

Cleo: —but you know, I might do it anyway. Cause it’s obnoxious. And I will laugh. (Reading chat) “Happy Birthday! Here’s some genocide! Please don’t sing to me…” *laughing* I won’t sing to you if you don’t want me to, Honey.

[Cam: Not happy birthday at least lol]

Cleo: I might torture you in other ways though.

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01:50:55

Cleo: Hiiiiii Jooooooe.

Joe: Hello! Joe Hiws hewe! I am back fwom my dwink bweak!

Cleo: …what is that voice?

Joe (in a Kermit the Frog/Swedish Chef/Yoda hybrid of an accent): I feewl wike it’s fwom home star wunner or something, I don’t know! It’s almost Kermit THe Fwog Hewe, but not quITe!

*Cleo laughing*

It’s a little— (Normal voice) I dunno. I still had some of my drink in my throat, so I was like— I didn’t wanna like accidentally cough it out on the microphone as soon as I started talking. So I was just like (weird voice continues) I’ll do thIS vOIce

*Squealing giggling from Cleo*

(Same iteration of previous accent now blended somehow with the voice of Goofy from Micky Mouse) It’ll keep my mOUth in a shape that if I start— me coughing up a dwink it’ll just go into the chEEks on EIther sIde. It’s a natuwal, uh bARRier against, uh, hydration escapism! Uh yuh!!

Cleo: *giggles* Ok Joe. Ok.

Joe: *high pitched laughing* I don’t know Cleo! I’m just gonna keep making noises until people give me money! It’s jus— it’s how I pay rent.

Cleo: *laughing* Making noises until people give you— ahhhh…..

Joe: Yeah

Cleo: — actually…..yeah. Yeah. Yeah…Um (reading chat) “it’s drunk Kermit” *wheezing*

Joe (drunk Kermit The Frog voice): It’s 5:00 somewhere!

Cleo: *laughing* thanks for this. I needed— I needed this moment of— of— whatever this was.

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01:53:54

Joe: So my daughter said the most Wednesday Adams thing to me the other day—

Cleo: Oh no

Joe: Except she didn’t do the deadpan delivery. She was very upbeat about this. So apparently “UP” has, on Dinsey+ a series of shorts about the old man and the dog. Right? And they’re called something like “a Dougs Life” cause Doug is the name of the dog

Cleo: yeah.

Joe: and she goes “oh! And it’s short! Like a dogs lifespan!”

SILENCE

Cleo: …Your…kid is very much your kid, you know that right?

Joe (proud dad): I know right?!

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01:58:20

Cleo: I mean…you’d kill it at the Met Galla. Not gonna lie.

Joe (excited): Oh my god— I wanna get one of those Manuel suits that has like all the rhinestones and the flowers on it? Um, but, you know, like, those are very expensive.

Cleo: We live with what we can afford. Maybe someone can make you a Diamond encrusted suit that you can wear on camera. And have all the sparkles as green.

Joe (very excited): Oh my gosh— actually— so—

02:20:45

Joe: Meanwhile in my Discord everyone’s posting what they describe as “eye searingly beautiful” lime green wedding dresses. For my next wedding. Um—

Cleo: *snicker* is that what you’re wearing for your next wedding?

Joe: you know, honestly at this point I don’t wanna make any assumptions about anything.

Cleo: *cackling*

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02:31:07

(This is context for the next one)

Cleo (reading chat): “some people have too much time on their hands” I mean, I personally would not drive 8 hours to see— um…

Joe: …me?

Cleo: I dunno, I might drive 8 hours to see you.

Joe: I offered to drive 8 hours to see you when you were coming to Disney and you said no, so I’m gonna assume that you would not drive 8 hours to see me.

Cleo: I mean, I— li— the key word there was “might”. I wou— I would have to have my mini frea— well I was freaked out at that point. When you offered, and and I was just like “oh god no.” Because, you know, social anxiety is a thing.

Joe: Mhm. I’ve heard of that.

Cleo: Yeah. And I do not do well particularly meeting people for the first time, even people I’ve known for a while. I go very very quiet and umm…I think it’s worse actually with people that I’ve known for a while? Um, online, um…because— cause my brain goes “well you’re gonna make a s—your, your— your going to do something and say something stupid. You going— they’re gonna hate you in real life” um…so, yeah. My brain absolutely freaked out at that moment.

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02:34:12

Cleo: But, you know, like I say, I get hate mail on the regular, it’s fine. I mean part of that is daring to be a woman on the Internet, but only part. The other part is the fact that I’m also an awful human being. So, you know.

SILENCE

Cleo: …the silence isn’t doing— the silence doesn’t do you— do me any favours Joe.

Joe: Well, you know, I didn’t wanna talk over you when you’re sharing your insecurities.

Cleo: yeah….

Joe: That seems rude.

Cleo: I mean—

Joe: So I wanted to make sure you were done.

Cleo: no no no no, that’s fine. I’m always done Joe.

Joe: And nOW I can actually tell you how I really feel.

Cleo: No, please don’t. Not onl— no. That will— that will make me even more uncomfortable.

Joe (upbeat singing): The praise train is on its way!! Choo choo!!

Cleo: Noooooooooooooooooo!! Nooo!!

Joe: For Cleo it’s her day!! Choo choo!!

Cleo: *noises of distress*

Joe: Cleo is really great!! Choo choo!! Choo choo!!

Cleo: *distressful crying*

Joe: She’s not merely ok!! She doesn’t have to be the best at talking to people for the first time!! Cause they’ll love her anyway!! And sometimes they’ll even rhyyyme!! Yay for Cleo!!

Cleo: *physically going through a full body cringe* noooo

Joe: See, it would have been rude if I did that in the middle of your thing.

Cleo: *sob laughing*

Joe: That would not have been socially acceptable.

Cleo (through tears): I’m not even sure it was socially acceptable now.

Joe: WHY NOT?!

Cleo: (sobbing and laughing simultaneously) I hate you so much.

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02:38:05

Cleo (reading chat): “We all need a Joe in our life, who sings a theme song for us when we’re talking ourselves down” I’m not sure you do.

Joe: Yeah, that wasn’t really a theme song? Like, if I was gonna do a theme song for Cleo—

Cleo (with immense dread): Oh no…no…no…

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02:43:07

Joe: I’d just like to point out (very obnoxiously high pitched voice) That this is Cleo’s average person voice, which means that 50% of people have an even higher pitched voice!

Cleo: …You know, I can’t actually stab Joe through the Internet. And I’ve always been upset about that.

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02:53:36

Joe (with all the enthusiasm of a 16 year old girl gossiping at a slumber party): Ooo I wanna ask Cleo about giiiiiirls!!!

Cleo: Ask me about girls! I’m— I’m happy for you to ask me about girls.

Joe: Ok, so, do you— do you feel comfortable saying what your specific, uh, type of woman is? I’m— I’m curious about that.

Cleo: Um, it’s— it’s nerdy girls? Specifically. Umm…not too, um…you know, the kind of running, climbing, you know— sort of— person. You know, it’s— it’s the sort of— it’s the sort of— action girl kinda thing. I kinda like that type. That’s sort of my type.

Joe: Mhm. Yeah, like—

Cleo: Why, what’s your type of girl?

Joe: Well, uh, usually it’s somebody that is— very anti authority— un— un— dissatisfied with the status quo. So usually more punk, or that sort of thing.

Cleo: Yeah. That’s— that’s— that sort of plays into the action girl sort of thing as well. Yeah I get that. So yeah.

Joe: yeah, umm, you— yeah so I don’t know. Um— so not necessarily, uh, as focused on the athleticism element there, but I know like—

Cleo: Well it’s not really athleticism, it’s— it’s more— it’s more—

Joe: —in terms of like, um, hiking, cause like, uh, you know in college there’s like a climbing and camping club or whatever—

Cleo: Oh yeah, it’s not that sort of person. It’s— it’s more, um…getting out and having a go at things. Like, you know, not— not being afraid to—

Joe: Adventurous

Cleo: Yeah! Adventurous! That’s the word!

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Cleo (whispering): I don’t know where this bit goes! *gasp* it goes over there!

Joe (whispering): You can do it!

Cleo: I can do it! I believe in me!

Joe: You’ll find a place to glue it! It doesn’t necessarily have to be the right place!

Cleo: I know!

Joe: You’re equally valid regardless!

Cleo: Thanks Joe!

Joe: You’re welcome!

Cleo: It’s appreciated!

[bumbleklee]

windblume confession(s)

masterlist | 1k prompt masterlist | pregnancy series

request: (@illusory-torrent) can i ask the meaning behind your url?? just curious. and could i also please request some kaeya and albedo getting competitive over the reader? reader can be gender neutral, i just wanna see my two best bois being competitive haha. thank you!

pairings: albedo x gn!reader, kaeya x gn!reader (love triangle)

warnings: none! (1.5k words)

a/n: soooo the meaning behind my url - it’s not that special lol. i wanted to make a genshin pun (klee = bee) and this is the first thing i came up with. also bea/bee, bumblebea/bumblebee, yktv

During the Windblume Festival, bouquets of flowers and letters were spilling off of your desk everyday. Despite knowing that most of the gifts came from anonymous senders, your heart still skipped a beat.

Part of you wondered if any of them were a prank. You didn’t see yourself as anything special, you weren’t as feminine and pretty as Barbara or muscular like Wagner, yet quite a few patrons found you good enough to pine over.

You skimmed through the gifts one day to see if you recognized any of the names. There was a letter from Bennett that was clearly addressed to Fischl so you tucked away the special note in a drawer with promises to deliver it later. You also found a letter from one of the Knight’s on your squad - but he was much younger than you and, frankly, the letter sounded like puppy love. Two contrasting bouquets of flowers sat side-by-side on the edge of your desk so you reached for them.

The first bouquet was about a dozen calla lilies tied together with a blue ribbon and the second was cecilia’s in a glass vase. The flowers piqued your interest, your mind already forming an idea about where they came from, and you read the attached cards.

“Meet me in the library,” You read aloud, your fingers tracing the edges of the cardstock. It wasn’t signed by anyone. The second one has a similar message, “Find me in the library.”

You wondered if the flowers were sent by the same person. But then why wouldn’t they state that? The questions made you wonder, again, if this was a trap. Could the flowers be from someone who wanted to mess with you? But despite your doubts, you grabbed your things and headed down the stairs to the library.

When you pushed open the door to the library, you realized you had no idea who or what you were looking for. The library was decorated beautifully, ribbon and flowers displayed on tables or breaks between the bookcases. The room itself smelled fresh, too, unlike its usual dusty aroma. While you glanced around the library, you saw Lisa sitting behind her desk and went to see if she knew what was going on.

“Happy Windblume Festival,” You smiled warmly at your coworker, “You’re not going to believe what I received.”

Lisa stopped reading her book to look up at you, the ghost of a smirk on her lips, “Hello, there. So many love-birds flew into your office this morning, I can only imagine what they brought you.”

You rolled your eyes, “Too many unrequited confessions.” She laughed softly at your joke, “Besides that, I received two bouquets of flowers that both told me to meet them here. Isn’t that strange?”

Lisa covered her mouth with a gloved hand and giggled again, “I think there’s something downstairs who would love to see you.”

You raised an eyebrow at Lisa but thanked her and took off down the stairs, careful not to slip on the wooden steps. As soon as your foot touched the floor, your sight met two men who had stopped bickering less than a moment ago. Kaeya and Albedo stood in front of a table, trying to put themselves back together in your presence.

“What’s going on?” You asked, realizing they were probably waiting for you. “Were the flowers from both of you?”

Kaeya and Albedo looked between each other, seemingly glaring dangers at each other. “I don’t know why he’s here,” Kaeya sneered, motioning to Albedo.

“Well, I don’t know why you’re here,” Albedo parroted, crossing his arms. You had never heard either of the men sound as ticked off as they were now.

“You both told me to meet you in the library,” You explained, confused. “That wasn’t planned?”

“No!” They said in unison.

You rubbed your temples, knowing that this wasn’t going to end easily. “I’m sorry,” You mumbled, “But can someone explain what’s going on.”

“Mr. Alberich overheard me planning to surprise you during the Windblume Festival and decided to ruin my plans,” Albedo said. When he spoke Kaeya’s name, there was nothing but venom in his tone.

Kaeya shrugged sarcastically, “I had no prior knowledge.”

“You used Klee to eavesdrop.”

“Did I, now?”

Albedo ran a hand through his hair, aggravated and annoyed. He had never liked Kaeya and this only fueled that fire. Kaeya wasn’t fond of Albedo either. He thought he was overrated in Mondstadt and that his admirers could do better.

“I mean,” Kaeya continued, giving Albedo the side eye, “Was it supposed to be a secret? You were awfully careless with the news.”

“My deepest apologies, I wasn’t aware I needed to broadcast my confession to all of Mondstadt before telling Y/N.”

“Your confession?” You wondered, “So the flowers weren’t a joke?”

Albedo looked at you with curious, and confused, eyes. “A joke? Of course not,” He said. A faint blush crept onto his cheeks, something you had never seen before, and Albedo fiddled with his gloved fingers nervously.

“I wanted to do that first,” Kaeya interjected, frowning slightly.

Kaeya’s words caught you off guard as well. “You like me, too?” He nodded in response and the three of you stood still for a while. Your mind was racing and your heart was beating out of your chest. You couldn’t believe not one but two of your coworkers had a crush on you and were confessing to you. But then the nerve-wracking decision came crashing down on you.

You had to pick one of them, right? The whole point of confessions was to find a possible suitor and here you had two options in front of you. Of course, you could reject both of them and run away but was that how you truly felt?

Albedo was soft and genuine. He often painted portraits of you and took you up to Dragonspine so could have snowball fights with Klee. He paid for dinner for you and recommended new books for you to read during your days off. At that moment, they seemed like friendly gestures. But looking back, you realized they were probably acts to one up Kaeya.

Likewise, Kaeya had his own plans to win you over. He spent exciting nights with you at the tavern and never complained about taking you home when you drank too much. Instead of buying you food, Kaeya bought you gifts like jewelry or artifacts. He often accompanied you on commissions, too.

“I need time to think this over,” You finally said. “Please, just agree not to kill each other in the meantime.”

Kaeya grumbled something under his breath, “Fine.”

“Why do you like me?” You asked, looking at Kaeya. “If you’re going to confess, then confess fully.”

The taller man thought for a moment before sending you his classic, cheeky grin. “I like having a challenge and you, my dear, proved to be that challenge.”

“What?” You asked, slightly offended.

“You play hard to get,” Kaeya continued, using his hands to accentuate his words, “I spoiled you for months and you still acted like we were nothing more than friends. Do friends buy each other gold necklaces in hopes they’ll realize you’ve fallen for them? You even have the necklace on to this day.” Instinctively, your fingers coiled around the dainty necklace around your neck that Kaeya had gifted to you weeks ago. When he gave it to you, you recognized it was a peculiar gift but played it off as Kaeya being extravagant. He sharpened his eyes, “Need I mention you’re the most exquisite looking person in Teyvat?”

Your voice caught in your throat and your cheeks burned with the compliment. You nervously played with the hem of your shirt and looked at Albedo for his answer.

“I just think you’re different,” He said simply, “You’re easy to get along with and I enjoy spending time with you. I feel like we’re compatible puzzle pieces.”

If possible, you blushed harder. Both men were darling and you felt like the luckiest person alive by being adored by both of them. As you glanced between the men, your stomach did a backflip. They were both looking at you with such intent and charisma, as if trying to enchant you. The idea of being with either of them made you feel butterflies.

But they are so drastically different, which made the decision that much harder. If you choose Kaeya, your relationship would be fiery and brand new all the time. He was full of adventure and flirting, favoring nightlife and excitement. And with Albedo, it would be calm and joyous. Your days would be spent in flower fields and underneath trees. Both sounded like a dream to you.

“I don’t know who to pick,” You admitted, holding back a sigh of defeat. “I never thought multiple people would like me at once, let alone you two. I just need more time.”

And with that, you turned on your heel and walked back up the stairs. Your head felt light and your mind was clouded with a million different scenarios. You felt guilty for leaving the men alone but until you could come up with a definite answer, they could wait.