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bonsubear · 1 month ago

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Reader loves Invincible but hates Mark┃Mark/Invincible x Fangirl! Reader ┃#2

a/n: I hope I didn't make reader too unlikable :P I’m literally just pulling these out of my ass with no outline. Also I just wanna keep these silly hsdhah

potential ooc warning cause I’m not confident I portray characters correctly ;;

#1, #2, #3

WC: 2.4k

“Mark, why are you whining about spending some time with your mother? You should be ecstatic, you know.” His mom playfully nudged at him as she pulled into the parking lot of the mall, the parking lot completely packed left and right with cars. “I’m getting scared you’re forgetting about me. I thought you’d be momma’s boy forever.” Debbie sighed, shaking her head as she unbuckled her seatbelt. A light smile on her face.

“You’re using me as a porter, mom.” Mark flatly replied, unbuckling his seatbelt. “I’m happy to spend time with you but it’s obvious you’re using me as free labor.”

“And that’s my right! I carried you for nine agonizing months, I get the perks of having you. Besides, you can think of this as—I don’t know—training.” She shrugged.

“Training?” He deadpanned. “Training for what?”

“Weight training or whatever you want to call it. It’s not like you’ll get tired from a couple of bags.” She nodded, pointing out his viltrumite strength. Debbie pushed the car door open, exiting and Mark simply sighed as he followed his mom’s lead.

His mom suggested (more like she demanded) that he accompany her to the mall. Apparently, a couple of stores were having a sale, and she wanted to check out the potential good deals. Mark is completely fine with this, but it’s pretty evident that he’ll be stuck carrying around all the things she’ll most likely purchase.

“What are you even looking for?” Mark asked, walking next to his mom.

“Anything! So many things are on sale right now at Always21 and f.a.e. We can get some stuff for your dad, couple of my coworkers, and you.”

“I don’t want anything.”

“Don’t say that so soon, we aren’t even in the mall yet.”

His mom was standing next to the escalator, with Mark just right beside her. Just as he had predicted, he was being used as his mom’s personal porter as his hands and wrists were full of different bags of different colors and sizes. 85% of the items were for people Debbie knew like her coworkers or friends while the rest were for her, his dad, and him.

Mark eyed the bags, raising his brow. “How many babies is your coworker having again? This seems a lot for a baby shower.”

“She’s having quadruplets. She’s going to need all of those things—babies grow out of their clothes in a blink of an eye.” Debbie chuckled as she looked at her son’s face, being reminded when he was a chubby little baby who would outgrow his clothes practically every week.

Suddenly, her phone began ringing in her pocket and she was quick to check the caller ID. She released a small groan, shaking her head. “Mark, I have to take this. It’s work. You can put those stuff down and go walk around, I’ll find you later, okay?”

“Okay, choosing work over spending time with your son—got it.” He quipped, the corner of his lips raising as Debbie swatted at him. Mark rolled his eyes playfully, setting down the bags near the bench that his mom took a seat on as she brought her phone to her ear with a furrowed brow.

He strayed away from his mom, walking as his eyes passed various stores. His eyes lazily bounced from one store to another, not really paying close attention to the people in them.

An elderly man sitting at the edge of the wall of a Vicky’s Secret.

A mom struggling to get her two screaming children off the floor of a Smallso

A bald guy staring a little bit too hard at a mannequin who was only wearing underwear inside an Aged Navy

You staring at an anime figurine inside Trendy Topic

A kid trying to reach their hand inside a gumball machine—wait, you?!

Mark Grayson immediately halted, tripping over his feet. His sudden action caused some people walking behind him to curse at him, but he pushed past them as he turned to poke his head back to look inside Trendy Topic. Rubbing his eyes, he saw that you were squinting at a figurine as you stood still like a statue. Obviously deep in thought. The punk rock that was playing in the speakers of the store surrounded you while you softly bit your lip, staring at the figurine—searching for an answer to your problem.

Wow, you looked great. You were wearing a casual baggy shirt and pants, the articles of clothing mismatched and contrasting each other in the ‘worse’ ways—yet is it weird to say that you still looked amazing?

Mark could’ve sworn that he heard his brain take a picture, saving it in his memory files with the rest of the mental images he saved of you.

Blinking, he realized that his feet were already moving towards you. His pounding heart matched with his footsteps as he walked closer to you, his body immediately acting on a weird impulse while his brain tried to come up with things to do once he finally got to you.

Shit, what do I say? Hello? Hey? His mind raced as his eyes flickered from your face to the figurine you were looking at. Thinking of buying that? Is that weird to say? Is that a good opener? Oh man, this is actually the first time I’ve ever seen her outside of school as just me. Me, Mark. Not Invincible.

Grayson had seen you multiple times around the city as Invincible while fighting or simply flying around the city. It was a coincidence that he would see you a few times then and there—totally not because he would keep an extra eye out for you and find any excuse to talk to you.

He totally didn't make sure whenever there was danger nearby he wouldn't be the first one to warn and whisk you away to a safer area, hearing you sing praises in his ear about how much you loved him. He also totally didn't pretend not to notice you as he stayed afloat in the sky yet close enough to the ground so you could point him out and call him with that sweet voice of yours.

No, pfft, totally not. What kind of superhero would he be if he did those down right pathetic things?

"Holy fuck! How long have you been standing there you creep?!" You yelped in surprise, shocking him too as he snapped out of his trance. You looked up at him with your gorgeous eyes, clutching your purse close to you as you stared at him as if he had two heads. "Did you stalk me? Fucking pervert." You hissed, taking a step back as if he had the plague.

"What? No! Uh—I saw you just for a second and wanted to say hi."

"Hi, now buzz off. Don't you have a loaded gun that you should be pointing at your head right now?"

Mark felt a chuckle swell in his throat, his lips quirking up in an amused grin. He should be offended at the harsh things you verbally threw at him, but he couldn’t get it out of his mind how you were all over him as Invincible yet so guarded off toward him as Mark. If he were to reveal his secret identity to you right here and now, how would you react? Embarrassed? Flustered? Hell, what if excited?

He quickly raised his hand to cover it, if you saw him smiling you'd get pissed—

"What are you smiling for? Eugh."

Never mind, you noticed.

"Are you interested in that figure? Uh, I saw you looking at it through the window." He smiled, his eyes shifting to look at the anime figurine that was out on display with the copies underneath it.

"Wouldn't you like to know, weather boy." You scowled, eyeing him as if he was going to mug you at any second. Mark really couldn't help but continue to compare how you act towards him and his superhero alterego Invincible in his head.

You acted so outgoing and bubbly whenever he was dressed up in his hero costume, shamelessly fangirling over him by saying things like, "please sign the marriage papers already!" or "let me take you out on a date, I'll give you my whole college fund!" Yet acted like Mark was the dirt on your shoe whenever he was in his civilian attire.

"Is that a no?"

"... I might be interested in it." You teared your eyes off of him, looking back at the figurine. You glanced at your wallet, and Mark noticed how your eyebrow twitched just slightly. He pursed his lips as he took a second to piece the puzzle pieces together before speaking again.

"Don't have enough money for it?"

"!!!"

You coughed, your cheeks tinting slightly in embarrassment as you took a look at Mark's face—a sly smirk on his lips as he stared down at you. You shivered, he's so freakishly tall. "None of your business, jackass. Go die."

He hesitated before seizing the opportunity to take this as a chance to get closer to you. In school there was never opportunities since you refused to be in any group in him, never needed help with studying, declined exchanging notes—but this? Mark knew you were weak to obtaining new items.

"I can buy it for you." Grayson smiled innocently, trying to appear as friendly as possible. He picked up a box, turning it over to see the price tag. 24.99. "I've never seen this anime before. I'm more of a comic book guy."

"Why the hell would you buy that for me?" You barked, raising a brow as you took a step forward. "What are you tryna get at?"

"Nothing! I just want to do a nice thing for you."

"Your trying to get in my pants, aren't you. Your not getting this fucking cookie, it's for Invincible."

"W-What, no?!" He yelped, his cheeks flushing at the fact you accused him of trying to get into your pants and the fact you were so shameless about basically saying your—uh, as you put it, 'cookie,' was for Invincible aka him. "I, I just want to help you! Nothing weird!?"

"Your a pathetic pervert, I bet you were cooking that up while salivating behind the window, huh? Diabolical."

"No!"

"Then why!"

"I—you—" he stumbled over his words, his eyes darting to the Invincible phone charm that dangled. "Your a huge fan of Invincible—I'm a huge fan of him too! Two Invincible fans got to stick together, right?" He chuckled, sweat dropping at how stupid his reasoning sounded.

You stayed silent for a moment, quirking your brow. "... Your a fan of him?"

"Y-Yeah! A huge one!"

“Prove it.”

“I have pictures of him I can share with you.” Pictures?!

You blinked, and he internally screamed as he was certain that he just screwed up and made him look like an even bigger loser in your eyes. “… What kind of pictures?”

“Like, uh, so many of them. Up close ones, pictures of him back when he just started it without his official hero suit, um, and y’know the works!”

“…How up close are they?”

“Practically selfies?”

“…”

A pregnant silence passed between you, the punk music playing in Trendy Topic filling the air as you stared into his sweating face hard like you were dissecting whether he was telling the truth or not. You took a step towards him, your hateful eyes having a sparkle of something else inside them.

“Really?” Your voice chirped. He immediately recognized the tone of your voice being the same as the one you use toward Invincible, so sweet and filled with admiration. Shivers ran down his back.

“Yeah, yeah.”

You coughed, turning your face away. “I guess even losers can recognize peak.” You mumbled to yourself, but with his heightened hearing he heard it loud and clear. “How many of those pictures do you have?”

“Multiple?”

You squealed, jumping towards him. “Show me them, show me them!”

Oh no. “I don’t have them on my phone—I only have physical copies.” Nice one, Mark!

“That’s even fucking better.” You were practically shaking. With no warning, you grabbed on his arm, holding it tightly as you led him to the cashier register, Mark having a firm grip on the figurine box. “I’ll let you buy that for me if you give me some of those photos!”

Mark sat with you on a bench outside Trendy Topic, the figurine he had just bought in your lap. “I’ll only kind of believe you’re not trying to sleep with me if you prove that you actually have those photos,” You squinted, “If you don’t, let’s just say whenever you see me walk faster.”

“I did not buy that to sleep with you! I am… a super big Invincible fan.” He cleared his throat trying to pretend enthusiasm for himself. “And when I found out you were also one weeks ago, I figured you’d finally want to be friends with me.”

“In your wildest dreams. I’m only tolerating you right now for the photos that you may or may not have.”

“I do have them!” I don’t.

“Well whatever it is, I’ll believe it once I see them.” You huffed, reaching your hand out. “Give me your phone.”

He handed it over and watched you open his phone and into his contacts, entering a series of digits.

“I have to go so text me when you can hand the goods over. Don’t jizz your pants just cause you have my number.” You harshly pushed his phone back in his hands. “My hatred for you is on a slight pause, so don’t mistake this for friendship. Merely an alliance.”

His ears perked up at the acknowledgement of you profound hate towards him. “I don’t understand, why do you hate me?”

“Don’t act like you don’t know!” You huffed, standing up. You jabbed a finger in the air, “I know it must come easy to you, but don’t act dumb. Unless you’re a secret blond under that thick hair of yours.”

“I seriously don’t—“

Before he could interject you already turned on your heel and walked off, leaving Mark sitting on the bench staring at your disappearing silhouette.

He internally groaned at himself—as soon as he gets home he needs to take pictures of himself.

Though, he couldn’t help but get giddy at the fact he had your number now.

Always21 = Forever21

f.a.e = e.l.f

Vicky’s Secret = Victoria Secret

Aged Navy = Old Navy

Trendy Topic = Hot Topic

Smallso = Miniso

#mark grayson #invincible #mark grayson x reader #invincible x reader #female reader #reader insert #fem reader #wrote this like half focused #cringe #:P #i think i accidentally made reader a tsundere uh #oops?#no beta read #imma post on ao3 i think #bonsubearwriting

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dirtyvulture · 4 months ago

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The Maid - Part 2

Socialite!Wanda Maximoff x Beefy!Rich!Reader*

Maid!Natasha Romanoff x Beefy!Rich!Reader*

18+ only, read at your own risk

Word count: 4705

Summary: You are married to a wealthy socialite, but your newly hired housemaid doesn’t approve of the marriage.

AN: Thank you so much for the response to part 1! And thank you to everyone who was so patient and understanding for this part taking a while to write. I hope you all like it.

*Reader has a penis, no pronouns used.

Wanda seems to be in a better mood lately, Natasha notices, probably because the two of you rekindled whatever complicated romance you had going on. And as sad and lonely as it had made Natasha feel, at least Wanda was being less rude to her, and that would always be a win in her book.

The grocery trips and errands she sends Natasha on are less demanding, although Natasha’s unsure if she’s becoming more comfortable or Wanda’s gotten less picky. Wanda still requests Natasha’s help for her weekly meetings, and Natasha cannot understand why someone who is unemployed goes so out of her way to find the most mundane, meaningless things to participate in. But it keeps Natasha paid and busy, and she still gets to see you a few times a week.

“What are you doing this weekend, Natasha?” Wanda asks while the two of them are in the kitchen. Wanda is on her laptop while Natasha stands at the counter, cutting vegetables for dinner.

“Um…” Natasha knows better than to tell Wanda the truth, which is that she’ll be sitting alone in her apartment for the next two days and eating ice cream on her couch. “Some friends invited me to go shopping with them at the mall,” she lies. She doesn’t have friends and she certainly doesn’t have the budget to shop at a mall after all the debt she still owes.

“I’ll be gone all weekend with some girlfriends,” Wanda says, not even acknowledging Natasha’s plans, which makes her wonder why she had even bothered to ask in the first place. “I’m not into wine tasting much, but the girls go nuts for it. I’m just going for the spa at the resort, between you and me.”

Natasha has no idea what to do with this information. But she’s spared from answering when the garage door rumbles open.

Wanda slams her laptop shut. “Oh, Y/N is home early.” She gets up to greet you. Natasha can hear your voices carry through the hall.

“You’re early tonight,” Wanda says. “I was just telling Natasha about my weekend plans to Vermont with the girls–”

“Your weekend plans?” you interrupt. “Since when did you have plans to go to Vermont?” Natasha has never heard you sound genuinely angry before. She stops cutting the carrots to focus on eavesdropping.

“Carol wanted to go for her birthday!” your wife says.

“Wanda,” you say, your voice lowering. “Our anniversary is this weekend. I booked us a stay at the Ritz and got us tickets to see Wicked–”

“Well, just ask for a refund!” Wanda hisses. Natasha is stunned that this is her first response to forgetting about her entire anniversary with you. “And we can celebrate when I get back–”

“‘Get back?’” you repeat. “That’s not the point, Wanda. Why don’t you ask for a refund for your trip–”

“I can’t do that to the girls,” Wanda says. “Carol’s been looking forward to this for months!”

You mumble something that Natasha can’t hear. She feels awful for you. Clearly, you had spent a lot of money and time planning a nice outing, and your wife didn’t seem to care one bit. In fact, she tried to put the blame on you for intruding on her plans. Natasha felt herself shaking with rage for you. You deserved so much better.

The two of you trudge into the kitchen and Natasha hastily goes back to cutting the carrots. Wanda is hanging onto your arm, tiptoeing to whisper into your ear but you shake her off and walk through the kitchen to the staircase. Natasha knows that Wanda is glaring at the back of her head, probably upset that she had overheard, but for once she doesn’t say anything and disappears after you.

The mood is particularly subdued when Natasha serves up roasted salmon with a colorful vegetable medley and mashed potatoes.

“Thank you, Natasha,” you say as she hands you a loaded plate.

Wanda doesn’t say anything when Natasha gives her a plate.

While the two of you eat in awkward silence, Natasha cleans up the kitchen, her final task of the day. She grabs her purse and heads towards the door, when she hears footsteps behind her.

It’s you.

“Can I walk you out to your car?” you ask. “I know it’s a safe neighborhood, but I don’t want you walking out in the dark by yourself.”

Natasha is so flattered by your offer she doesn’t stop to consider how Wanda might feel about this.

“Sure, I really appreciate that. Thank you.” She leads the way out of your house.

“Sorry you always have to park around the corner,” you add, maintaining a respectful distance from her on the sidewalk. “I’ve told Wanda the whole neighborhood knows you work for us. But she’s…” you trail off, clearly not wanting to speak ill of your wife.

“I’m sorry she forgot your anniversary,” Natasha blurts out.

You seem startled that Natasha had been eavesdropping, but quickly recover. “Well, it’s…it’s not the first time she’s done it,” you admit in a soft voice. “I don’t know why I bother trying to do anything special anymore. It’s just another day to her. And it seems like she’d rather spend it with anyone but me.”

“She’s missing out,” Natasha says, surprised by her own confidence. “You’re a wonderful person and you deserve someone who will appreciate the efforts you go to celebrate important milestones like that.” She stops before she can offer herself up.

“Oh. Well, thank you. That’s very kind of you to say.”

The two of you stop at Natasha’s beat-up Nissan.

“Thanks for walking me to my car–” she starts.

“Are you busy this weekend?” you ask suddenly, in a rushed whisper as if Wanda is around the corner listening. “If you’re not, would you like to see Wicked with me at the Gershwin Theater? I told Wanda I could probably get a credit with the Ritz, but I don’t want to deal with the hassle of exchanging the tickets, too. You can come over Saturday night and I’ll drive us?”

Natasha is so shocked by your proposal she doesn’t even have the words to agree at first. Growing up, she had loved watching musical movies until the VHS tapes wore out, but she had never had the opportunity to see a live performance. Even now as an adult, she still didn’t have the time nor the budget to see a show. To hear you ask that you wanted her to join you, when you had bought the tickets for you and your wife to enjoy on your anniversary she had forgotten, sounded almost too good to be true.

But if Wanda found out you had taken Natasha instead of her…Natasha shuddered at the thought. Maybe this was stepping over the line of professionalism. Natasha wanted to keep her job (and her head), and as much as the opportunity was a dream come true for her, she didn’t want to take advantage of your kindness or weakness.

“Um, I’m supposed to go shopping at the mall with some friends on Saturday,” Natasha says, cringing at the patheticness of her life. “But really–thank you for inviting me. I’m sure you have friends you’d rather take over your maid.”

“I don’t have any friends,” you say, so deadpan that Natasha almost laughs but quickly turns it into a cough when she realizes you’re being serious. While you seemed more reserved than your wife, Natasha refused to believe you didn’t have a strong social network. You were in charge of your own company and clearly doing well if you lived in this neighborhood and could afford a personal housemaid like her.

“Good evening!” The two of you startle when a cheery voice comes out of nowhere.

“Hello, Mr. Vision,” Natasha says, spotting the eccentric man first as he walks by at a rapid pace.

“Late night walk, Vis?” you call out, and he nods with a wave, pumping his arms faster and milling away. The only thing Natasha knew about Vision was that he lived by himself at the end of the street. He had no wife or kids that she knew of, not even a job as he was constantly seen walking around the neighborhood at odd hours. But he never approached Natasha or made her feel uncomfortable, which was more than she could say for most of the people living here, so she was happy to ignore him.

When Vision moves out of sight, you say, “Well, if your plans happen to change…” You fumble in your pockets awkwardly, pulling out a bent business card and handing it to Natasha. “My cell number is on there. Text me before Saturday if you’re still interested.”

“Okay.” Natasha doesn’t want to get your hopes (or hers) up, but she still isn’t convinced this is a good idea. “Have a good night, Y/N.”

“Good night, Natasha.”

She loves the way her name sounds coming out of your mouth.

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Natasha is still unsure she made the right decision to turn down your offer to see Wicked. She even called her only friend, Clint, to ask if she should’ve said yes.

“Well, you’re just seeing a show together. Think of it like a work bonus or something. Bosses give their employees nice stuff like that all the time,” Clint says as Natasha picks at a box of takeout in front of the television. Cooking at home was not her favorite chore after doing it all day for her clients.

“Yes, but it’s just the two of us,” Natasha stresses. “Y/N got the tickets to celebrate an anniversary and Wanda already hates me as it is–”

“Nah, she doesn’t hate you,” Clint says.

“You haven’t met her! You don’t see the way she treats me.”

“Exactly. Maybe this is Y/N’s way of apologizing for her behavior,” Clint says.

“I don’t know…” It was already Friday night. Natasha didn’t have much time now to change her mind if she was going to.

“Be nice to yourself, Nat. Let someone do something for you,” Clint goes on. “You work so hard for these people all the time. And I know how much you’ve always wanted to see a live performance.” Natasha feels tears well up in her eyes. She wishes Clint was here in person so she could give him a hug. “Nothing bad will happen. Just tell Y/N you want to go before someone else takes your spot.”

Natasha takes a steely breath. Clint is right. It wasn’t a date. It just was her nice boss treating her out to a Broadway show. Never mind the fact that you had intended to take your wife initially. Wanda would never have to know, right?

“Okay. Thanks, Clint.”

“Enjoy!”

As soon as she hangs up, Natasha goes into her texts. She already created a contact for you the night you gave her your business card. Her anxiety is through the roof as she types out a message to you, then deletes it and starts over. She gets more and more frustrated trying to find the right words, before she finally throws in the towel and clicks “Send.”

Less than a minute later, you respond.

Happiness explodes inside of Natasha. She can hardly believe her luck. Not only does she get to see her first Broadway show, but she gets to see it with you, and have dinner on top of it. She darts over to her closet, looking for the nicest dress she owns.

Wanda be damned. Natasha was going to have a great night with you.

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“Table for two, please.”

“Did you have a reservation?” the blonde woman at the podium asks.

“No,” you respond.

“Oh, well, I’m so sorry, but we’re all booked out for the evening,” she apologizes.

Natasha stands behind you meekly. She can’t even pronounce the name of the restaurant and doesn’t know what kind of food they serve, but it’s probably far beyond anything she could ever afford. She’s wearing a dark green dress that almost reaches her ankles and is conservative in protecting her assets, and spent over an hour doing her makeup, and she wonders if strangers will look at the two of you and assume you’re a couple. She wouldn’t go out of her way to correct them.

“That’s okay. This was a last-minute plan for us,” you explain. “If Tony is working tonight, can you please tell him Y/N stopped by to say hello?”

“Wait, you know Mr. Stark?” the woman pales. “Don’t go anywhere. You said your name is Y/N?”

You smile and nod. The woman steps down from her podium and dashes into the back.

“I thought you said you didn’t have any friends,” Natasha boldly teases.

You turn and wink at her.

“Tony and I went to college together,” you explain, although this implies you shared a friendship of some kind. “And clearly, his business is doing better than mine–”

The woman quickly returns with a short bearded man wearing a gray suit with red-tinted glasses that match his tie.

“Y/N!” Tony shouts, embracing you in a dramatic hug. “You should’ve told me you were coming tonight! I could’ve put together a private booth in the back–”

“It was last-minute,” you say. “This is Natasha, by the way. She’s a friend.” Natasha is thrilled at the way you associate her with you.

“Hello, Natasha, I’m Tony.” He takes her hand and gently kisses her knuckles. He doesn’t seem surprised you haven’t brought Wanda along instead. “I take it you haven’t been here before, Miss Natasha? You won’t need a menu, I’ll have the chef bring out the best dishes we have tonight.”

“That’s very kind of you,” you say.

“Follow me! You can have a table in our east wing. Where’s Wanda?” Tony says rapid-fire, turning around and leading them deeper into the restaurant. You step out of the way and motion to let Natasha go first, and she feels your hand graze her back as she walks past you.

“She’s out with her girlfriends for the weekend,” you answer from behind Natasha.

“Your anniversary is coming up, right?” Tony asks.

“Yes,” you respond, your voice suddenly tense.

The restaurant is packed, every visible table filled with customers, until they turn around a corner to a quiet, completely empty area.

“Pick any table. I’ll have a waiter come out with some drinks shortly,” Tony says.

“Thanks, Tony.”

“Thank you, Tony,” Natasha echoes, unsure if she likes this special treatment. You pick a table near the corner and pull her chair out for her. As soon as the two of you are seated, a waiter in a vested suit appears with a few bottles of wine, making suggestions and pouring samples into the glasses. Natasha doesn’t have enough knowledge to understand what he’s saying or differentiate the tastes, but she enjoys the experience. It feels strange to have someone serve her, when she’s normally the one waiting on people’s every demand.

The two of you share several appetizers together. Natasha feels like she’s floating in a dream. You have been nothing but generous and respectful to her, but every time your left hand reaches across the table for the caviar, the wedding ring on your finger taunts her.

The dinner itself is a four-course affair, including a rich chocolate cake that Natasha devours faster than she can fully enjoy. When the bill arrives (which Tony has already chopped in half), Natasha still asks if she can chip in (despite knowing full well she doesn’t have the money to cover even her portion), but you push her card away and give the waiter your black card.

The theater is three blocks from Tony’s restaurant, so you leave your car in valet parking and ask Natasha if she’s okay walking. She had not planned ahead very well, so she only has a thin cardigan to cover her shoulders. You notice her shivering and offer her your heavy black jacket that completely engulfs her frame. Your scent completely surrounds her now and Natasha swears she won’t wash this dress ever again.

The line into the theater moves quickly and Natasha follows you all the way down to the front, where your seats are perfectly center to the stage. She crawls over a few people, feeling a little smug about getting some of the best seats in the house. You had truly spoiled her tonight and she was never going to forget this.

She leans over to whisper to you before the show begins. “Thank you for everything tonight. I’ve already had so much fun and the dinner was amazing.”

“You’re very welcome. Thank you for joining me, and thank you for all the hard work you do for my family,” you say and Natasha beams. “Me and Wanda really appreciate it.” Natasha deflates a little at the mention of your wife, but she pushes her out of her mind to focus on her time with you.

As they wait, Natasha props her arm up on the armrest between you two so she can hold the playbill at a comfortable angle to read. Suddenly, your arm drops heavily on hers and she looks at you in confusion. You’re reading your own playbill and don’t seem to notice that your massive arm is practically crushing hers.

“Um, Y/N?” she prompts, clearing her throat.

“Hmm? Oh!” You quickly move your arm off hers. “I’m so sorry, I thought that was Wanda’s arm,” you explain with a nervous chuckle. Natasha laughs too, although she isn’t sure if she should be happy or worried that she reminds you of your wife. She’d be happy to take Wanda’s place any day, though.

The musical is amazing, impressive beyond anything Natasha had ever expected. She cries when Elphaba defies gravity, and after the whirlwind of the second act, she is among the first to give a standing ovation. She’s floating on cloud nine as she walks with you out of the theater back to the car.

The drive back to your home is quick at the late hour. Just as you're about to pull into the driveway, you slam hard on the brakes, jolting everyone forward. Vision power walks past the beams of your headlights, only breaking the pump of his arms to wave in thanks.

“What is he doing out so late?” you ask, and Natasha is relieved to know she’s not the only one who thinks his habits are a bit odd.

“No idea,” she mumbles, watching you pull onto the driveway and stop.

“Thank you so much, Y/N,” Natasha says, still giddy with excitement.“This was the best night of my life. I’ve always wanted to see a Broadway show, ever since I was a little girl. I never thought I’d get the chance, even after I moved here–”

“You’re very welcome,” you interrupt, seeming almost shy with the praise.

“I’m sorry Wanda wasn’t able to join you for your own anniversary,” she adds, although she’s not sure why.

You shrug. “Nothing we can do about it now. Besides, I’m glad you were able to join me and had such a fun night. I don’t think this would have been nearly as fun by myself.”

There is a pause and Natasha has to force herself to stop looking at your lips. If she had no self-restraint, it wouldn’t have taken much for her to lean over the center console and kiss you.

“Have a good night, Natasha. Drive home safely,” you say as the two of you get out of the car.

“Thank you again!” Natasha doesn’t even listen to music on her way home, riding out the high of what was easily one of the most memorable nights of her life in over a decade.

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A few weeks later, Natasha is working a double shift: the first one at Steve’s house, and the second at yours. You’re away at work, as usual, but she knows you’ll be home before she leaves for the day, and she never takes any glimpse of you for granted. Wanda is also back to being demanding and cranky, and Natasha has no idea if you told her about the night the two of you had together. She had felt the silent instruction from you not to blab about her taking Wanda’s place and was happy to keep the memories to herself.

She’s in the front hall, mopping while quietly humming “Defying Gravity” to herself, when Wanda clacks by in high-heels.

“Natasha!” she hisses. “Didn’t I tell you to start in the kitchen? If I slip out here because the floor is wet–”

“So sorry!” Natasha apologizes, hoping that she doesn’t finish her sentence. “I’ll put a fan on.” She rests her mop against the wall and darts off for the $300 Dyson fan in the closet. After pointing it towards the gleaming floor, she pushes her cart into the kitchen and continues mopping. She makes sure to open the window to air out the smell, and notices Steve across the street mowing his lawn.

She stares at him, wondering if he can see her, and her question is quickly answered when Steve waves to her. She returns his wave with a smile, then goes back to her task before Wanda can complain she isn’t working hard enough. Out of the corner of her eye, she sees him back away from his lawn mower and answer his phone; he disappears into his house hurriedly.

“Natasha! Always make sure you open a window when you mop!” Wanda’s screech comes out of nowhere. “The chemicals you use give me a headache!”

“Oh, but the window is open–” Natasha tries to explain, but Wanda silences her with a wave of her hand.

“I’m on the phone!” she says, pointing to the cell phone held up to her ear. Natasha bites her lip, but holds her tongue. “Sorry, honey, what was that? No, I was talking to the maid,” she says. Natasha perks up despite the way Wanda titles her. You’re clearly on the other line, and maybe you’ll be home sooner than expected.

But Wanda disappears into a guest room (your house had so many of those), and Natasha can no longer hear her conversation. She dutifully continues to mop the floor, careful to fan the mop in a semi-circle pattern so as not to trap herself in a corner. She moves the chairs to the hallway one at a time, cursing their awkward shape that makes them difficult to carry and taking special care not to scrape the feet along the floor.

Wanda’s shrill voice carries through the house again, this time covering a topic that makes Natasha’s cheeks heat up.

“Oh my God, yes, I’m still thinking about last night,” Wanda says. “When you had my legs behind my head–”

Natasha tries not to picture Wanda folded up like a pretzel while you plow into her. But she can imagine herself in a similar position (she’s not so confident in her own flexibility, but she’d make it work for you). Your hands could probably fit around her whole thighs as you push her legs apart wider, thrusting your hips in long strokes to fit your big dick into her. Natasha is embarrassed to admit that the last time she had masturbated, she had thought of you the whole time.

How much more you’d fill her compared to the flimsy toy she was using. How you would feel throbbing inside her, your body pressed hot and heavy against hers as you beg for her permission to finish. Imagining having you like that, with that kind of control, brought Natasha to the most amazing orgasm of her life. If only you had been there to share it with her.

“I didn’t know if you’d be able to go another round, but you proved me wrong,” Wanda continues, and Natasha picks up on how breathless she sounds. She wonders if she’s touching herself right now, with Natasha mopping in the kitchen. Somehow, that wouldn’t be shocking to her. “You were still so hard when I put you down my throat.”

A lightning bolt of arousal strikes Natasha’s core. She can’t focus on mopping anymore, staring blankly out the kitchen window, lost in the new filthy fantasy playing in her head, guided by Wanda’s narration.

Natasha lies between your legs, her lips barely brushing your hips as she takes your cock down her throat. She prays her gag reflex doesn’t protest at the obstruction in her airway, but despite the slight discomfort, she wants to do this all day. Your pants and moans are like music in her ears, urging her on to suck harder and take you deeper.

“Please Nat,” your voice wavers. The muscle fibers in your thighs are visibly tensed and your back arches off the bed when Natasha pushes your hips down, trying to maintain some kind of control over you. But your body seems to have a mind of its own, with only one goal in mind.

“It’s almost like I can still taste you.”

You poke at the back of her throat and Natasha can feel the hot throbbing of your cock in her mouth. She’s so eager to swallow anything you’ll give her, she’s almost embarrassed in her desperation, but when your hands cup the back of her head, pushing her down so she can fit the last inch down her throat, she knows the two of you are on equal planes of passion.

Your entire body flexes and the anticipation for Natasha is overwhelming. You finally inhale sharply as the first hot spurt lands on her tongue.

“Being on your knees for me is a good look for you.”

Natasha tips her head back against the wall, her fingers tangling in your hair. One of her legs rests on your shoulder while the other is spread far apart so you can kneel between them, your mouth pressed against her heat. Your tongue swirls around her clit and Natasha fears she won’t be able to stay standing much longer.

“Y/N,” she pants, clutching your head tighter and rocking her hips forward. “I need you.”

Your fingernails dig harder into her thigh to still her. You look up into her eyes and Natasha thinks she’s going to finish right there. “You have me, baby. I’m all yours.”

“But there’s really only one place you belong.”

“Fuck, you’re so tight,” you grunt, almost sending Natasha headfirst into the headboard with every one of your thrusts. “I could stay inside you forever.”

Natasha hums at the praise. She’s holding on the bedsheets for life, spasming and clenching around you, trying to pull you in deeper. You fill her so perfectly, she’s convinced her body was made for yours.

“Tell me I’m better than her,” Natasha gasps, fighting to delay her own release.

“Fuck Wanda,” you grunt, pulling back on Natasha’s hips at the same time you thrust forward, burying your entire length into her. “I love you, Natasha. You’re the only one I ever want to be with.”

A noisy car engine pulls Natasha out of her head. Her face feels flushed with arousal, and she knows what she’s doing the second she goes home. Your green car suddenly pulls into the driveway but stops. You get out and walk to the street, grabbing one of the trash bins and pulling it towards the house.

“I can’t wait for you to fuck me again,” Wanda says in the background.

The realization crashes down on Natasha’s head like a cold shower. She watches you grab the second bin with both hands, carefully walking backwards with it.

You’re not on the phone and you’re standing 30 feet away from Natasha. If Wanda’s not on the phone with you, then who is she talking to?

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hoetachi · 2 months ago

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PASSENGER PRINCESS — E. KILLMONGER

➠ erik killmonger x reader

➠ mulan’s input - i miss mbj in the mcu :( tumblr was a TIME with the killmonger fics happy belated valentine’s day

➠ c/w - black-coded reader (its bhm duh), pet names [mamas & baby], just eric getting roasted for his crocs

make a hood nigga put some jibbitz in his crocs.

ERIK STOOD by the front door, slipping on his black hoodie while checking his pockets for his keys— securing he had everything he needed before his departure. he wasn’t big on valentine’s day, but he did like spoiling the people he cared about, and he figured it wouldn’t kill him to pick up something nice for shuri and his auntie.

“where you goin’?” you asked from the couch, lazily stretching after indulging in your 3rd nap of day.

“‘bout to hit the stores, get some valentine’s stuff for auntie and lil’ cuz,” he said causally, pulling his hood up. he crouched down to tighten the laces on his timbs.

immediately your eyes lit up. “ohhh, I’m coming.”

he huffed, shaking his head with a smirk. “ you aint got nothin’ better to do?” he questioned because he knew damn well his quick trip to the mall was going to be 3 hours if you came with him

“nope!” you hopped up, already heading to grab your bag and your crocs. he sighed, knowing damn well he couldn’t say no to you and even if he did, you’ll be a crybaby for the rest of the day and he rather be off track for a couple of hours than deal with damage control with your feelings. “aight, let’s go.” he bounced up, opening the front door of your apartment for you to go through first. as you past him, he couldn’t help himself smacking your butt “2 hours, y/n. nothing more than” he warned, leaving behind you.

by the time you got in the car, you had already made yourself very comfortable. wrapped up in your pink fluffy blanket like royalty, you had one leg tucked under you while you touched up your makeup in the passenger mirror. erik was always in disbelief with your audacity to take over his car, but he knew deep down inside he found it cute to make it your personal vanity.

“oh, we playing this game again,” erik muttered as he pulled out of the driveway, shaking his head as you casually took over the music like it was your birth-given right.

“of course, baby” you sweetly said, swiping some more of your clear gloss over your lips. “this is my luxury experience.”

erik glanced at you, biting back a smile. “you do know i’m the one driving, right? and it’s my car?”

“and I’m the one making sure the vibes are right. you’re welcome.” you said sassily rolling your neck. the bass from your favorite playlist kicked through the speakers, and erik just shook his head again, chuckling as he switched lanes.

a couple of hours later, he was quite surprised that the both of you were doing well for time with this mall trip, you two were just about done shopping. you had picked out an elegant, diamond-custom necklace for queen ramonda and erik bought a switch for shuri that she was guaranteed to geek out over since he knows how much she wants to start playing animal crossing with you. erik was feeling pretty good about it—until you suddenly gasped and grabbed his arm harshly.

“BABY!”

his body tensed immediately, instincts kicking in. “what?! what happened, mamas?” his eyes immediately darted around to see if he could spot any threats he didn’t pick up on before

you dramatically pointed across the walkway. “the crocs store.”

he blinked, taking in what you just said. then he squinted at you with nothing but irritation. “man, i know you not about to—”

“please,” you cut him off, clutching his arm with both hands. “as a valentine’s gift to me, can we go in there?” you whined, tugging his arm towards the store but he didn’t budge a bit

he massaged his temple, letting out the longest sigh out of the many he expelled out today. “you want me to buy you crocs?”

“no, you some crocs,” you corrected. “I got a vision. I can make you look fly.” you grinned brightly; he was really thinking to himself that you might actually be the end of him. he stared at you for a long moment. “you serious?”

“deadass.”

his jaw clenched and unclenched— he looked at the store, then back at you again. the way your eyes were sparkling up at him, lips slightly pouted in that way you knew he couldn’t resist—

“tch,” he sucked his teeth, already knowing he’d lost this battle financially. “you lucky I like you.”

“correction: you love me.” you grinned, pecking him quickly on his lips before pulling him towards the store.

inside, you were on a mission. you walked around, thoughtfully analyzing the different crocs like you were styling an a-list celebrity. erik stood with his arms crossed, clearly feeling like a hostage, but you ignored his usual grumbling.

“okay,” you announced, holding up a pair in his size. “these black ones go crazy. you can rock ‘em with anything.” you hyped.

he gave you a skeptical look. “ain’t no way i’m walking out of here with crocs.”

“trust the process, baby.” you smirked, handing them to him. then, with a mischievous glint in your eye, you grabbed a tray of jibbitz. “now, let’s customize these bad boys.”

that’s when erik’s interest really piqued. his arms uncrossed as he peered at the selection, rubbing his chin.

“baby look at the wittle ears?!” you cooed

“yo… when did we get a collab with crocs?!” he murmured, observing the black panther jibbit you held

“see? It’s meant to be!”

a few minutes later, he wore proudly the finished product—sleek all black crocs adorned with a mix of jibbitz: the black panther logo, a jordan sneaker, a tiny gold crown, and a wakandan flag.

“okay,” erik admitted, nodding. “these kinda tough.”

you gasped. “so you like them?” you awed. usually when he gave you the opportunity to dress him, he’ll find something to nitpick about and always take it off.

he clicked his tongue, trying to play it cool. “i ain’t say all that…”

but you caught the tiny smirk playing at his lips. he was proud of them.

arriving at the palace, erik helped you out the car. you held shuri’s gift he got her while he held queen ramondas as well as the secret gift you bought for t’challa when erik was using the bathroom. you noticed his silence as you two got closer to the steps

“mamas, you sure we gotta go to the palace today?” erik exasperated, dragging his feet as you two made your way up the golden-lit steps. you knew why he was having doubt all of a sudden. “you can’t avoid your cousins forever, plus we promise to be here for valentine’s day.” you rolled your eyes, adjusting the bag on your shoulder. it’s been 2 months since erik had bought an apartment for you both bear the palace— you had no issue sharing the same bed with your beloved and getting into your morning side quests, but you knew how much shuri and the queen missed his present.

“i’m not avoiding shuri, actually. me and lil’ cuz got a great relationship. same with auntie.” he shrugged. he looked to shuri as a little sister despite what happened a couple years back; she really helped him understand the culture here in wakanda and was quite forgiving, same with queen ramonda

“you’re leaving out one person,” you sing-songed, casting him a knowing look.

there was a pause.

“you’re not over t’challa stabbin’ you—” you started.

erik scoffed at how plainly you were putting it. “it wasn’t just a stab, it was a betrayal.”

“you tried to overthrow the throne, erik.” you deadpanned at his antics

“details.”

you shook your head, sighing dramatically. “so what? you gonna mean-mug him all day?” you quipped

“I always mean-mug him. it’s nothin’ new.”

before you could argue back, the palace doors opened, and shuri practically launched herself at both you and erik. “cousins!” she grinned, throwing her arms around you both. for how petite she was, she had an iron grip on you both causing a chuckle to leave your slightly closing throat

erik, despite all his brooding, melted just a little. “wassup, lil’ cuz?”

she pulled back, smirking. “i thought you were too busy being a menace for y/n to visit.”

you snorted. “that’s what I said!”

“I do visit and i don’t be a menace towards my future wife!” erik defended.

shuri crossed her arms. “facetiming me to talk shit about t’challa does not count.”

as if on cue, t’challa himself appeared, regal as ever, a small smirk on his face as he approached. “dearest y/n, it’s always a pleasure to see you” he greeted, giving you an warm embrace knowing the man beside y’all was glaring daggers into his skull. he stepped back beside shuri and turned towards erik

“t’challa.” erik said curtly

you swore you could feel the tension thickening between them.

“welcome home, cousin,” t’challa added smoothly.

erik narrowed his eyes. “I live here.”

“ah, but you never visit the palace ever since you got y/n that adorable apartment of the east of wakanda.” t’challa tilted his head, his smirk widening.

you subtly elbowed erik before he could say something smart. he inhaled sharply, visibly restraining himself, then exhaled through his nose. “i’m here now, ain’t i?” he forced a smile, which looked like stuff from nightmares

t’challa placed a hand on his chest. “my heart is full.”

you choked back a laugh as erik glared.

before things could escalate, queen ramonda stepped into the room, a warm smile on her face. “ahh, my sons and my daughters,” she greeted, placing a hand on erik’s shoulder. “It’s good to see you both” she kissed both you and erik’s cheeks

erik’s demeanor softened immediately. “good to see you too, auntie.”

shuri clapped her hands. “since erik and y/n are finally here, let’s eat! I want to hear all about what foolishness he’s been up to, y/n”

“foolishness?” erik echoed.

shuri smirked. “you are foolish.”

t’challa hummed in agreement. “very.”

erik looked at you. “you just gonna let them gang up on me?”wondering where was the mama bear y/n who don’t play about her man. you shrugged, linking your arm through his. “see, my days are cold without you..” you sung ‘foolish’ by ashanti, causing him to kiss his teeth, “imma leave yo’ ass here” he threatened making you laugh at your grumpy man

erik groaned as you all made your way to dinner, his family—his people—surrounding him with laughter and light teasing.

the dining hall was alive with warmth and chatter, but erik was already over this family dinner. not even five minutes in, and he was already being attacked.

t’challa, ever observant, casually glanced under the table mid-conversation. His sharp eyes zeroed in on erik’s feet. silence followed.

then—

“are you… wearing crocs?” t’challa asked, his tone mixed with disgust and disbelief.

shuri, curious, immediately leaned over the table. the moment she saw them, she howled with laughter. “noooo, cousin! and—oh my bast, are those jibbitz?!”

you bit your lip, knowing exactly where this was going.

erik, completely unfazed, stuck his leg out like he was showing off the latest in designer fashion. “hell yeah, they got jibbitz. look at that—got the black panther logo right there, for the culture.” He pointed proudly at the charm. “and my baby got me the little jordan one. peep the detail.”

all eyes turned to you.

you just sipped your drink innocently. “what? I thought they were cute.”

t’challa blinked towards your direction now. “you’re enabling him.”

shuri nearly fell out of her seat. “not the jordan jibbitz! erik, you are finished!”

erik smirked, wiggling his toes. “y’all just mad ‘cause I got flavor.” he popped his imaginary collar and you jumped in, brushing dust off his shoulders with a stifled laugh.

t’challa stared at him like he wanted to call for security. “you are in the wakandan royal palace, dressed like an american tourist at disney world.”

“first off, crocs are universal,” erik stated, ready to defend his case to the grave. “second, i gotta stay comfortable in case i gotta throw hands at you.”

t’challa took a sip of wine, unimpressed. “you would throw hands in those?”

“absolutely.”

shuri wiped a tear from her eye. “i need a picture of this.” already working her hand over her kimoyo bead, which you had to hold erik back. “you send that to anybody, and I swear—” erik started.

“what? gonna run after me in your crocs?” she cackled. “i’ll hear you squeakin’ a mile away!” at this point, you had fully given up on trying to hold in your laughter. you reached for your drink, shaking your head. “baby, you do realize you’re only proving them right by getting worked up, right?”

erik scowled, leaning away from you slightly. “you supposed to be on my side.”

“i am.” you patted his thigh reassuring him. “but also… the jordan jibbitz is sending me.”

t’challa sighed dramatically, like the weight of being the responsible one in the room was too much to bear. “and to think, i once considered you a threat to the throne.”

erik pointed his fork, mashed potatoes dripping bit by bit on to his plate. “don’t get it twisted, I can still run this country better if I wanted to.”

“in crocs?”

“i swear to bast—”

“alright, enough,” ramonda interrupted with the practiced patience of a mother who had been listening to nonsense for far too long. “we are all gathered here for a peaceful family dinner.” she gave t’challa a pointed look.

the king, as ever, composed himself. “of course, mother.” shuri on the other end? not so much. she was still giggling.

you knew this was probably you’re last time for the next couple of months that you would accompany erik on a mall trip again. but, oh bast, was it worth it in the end

#omg i miss the bp era soooooo much #this was too funny of an idea to not post 💀#erik killmonger x black reader #killmonger x reader #erik killmonger #marvel erik killmonger #black reader #x black reader #marvel #black panther fic

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inbabylontheywept · 3 months ago

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go to the caverns, the kartchner caverns, roughly an hour southeast of tucson

in the throne room you shall encounter the great yuan

you must fight him, for it is your destiny

cross the fields of soda-straws and fried-eggs and shields. unleash your fury upon him. there will be those who try to hold you back. they will speak gibberish about your disruption of the delicate balance of the great yuan's domain. you must pay them no heed. you must destroy the great yuan.

we depend on you.

The first time I traveled to Tucson I was in a car full of zooted children. I would've preferred being one of those children, but alas, any medication that makes me sleep also makes me sleepwalk, and after an incident where I tried to climb out of the car while it was still going sixty (thank God for seatbelts) I was condemned to a childhood of car trip sobriety.

(You may think that's not such a terrible fate, but you've probably never experienced anything else. Ambien, used correctly, is time travel. And time travel is awesome.)

Still, involuntary consciousness had its perks. It meant I alone got to spend some extra quality time with my dad, which was always something in short supply growing up. Until third grade or so he worked in the ER, which gave him an absolutely hellish amount of hours. He'd mostly just come home and sleep, which meant that I personally did not know him that well, but my mom hyped him up so much that I always really wanted to.

So days like that were always kind of exciting to me. A chance to meet the myth.

I can't remember exactly what me and my dad were talking about - something to do with our final destination in Mexico. But at some point, we awoke my little brother.

(Waking people up when they're on ambien is always trouble.)

I remember starting when I felt one of his small cold hands reach up to grab my shoulder. The dad did the same, and it jerked the car a little bit - startling someone whose hands are on the steering wheel has its risks. We both turned to look at him, but he wasn't even looking at us. He was leaning over the console, staring into the red and purple sunset ahead, watching the rolling skyline of Tucson like it was drowning in dreams. Like he was drowning in dreams.

We waited for him to speak. It took a while. Normal social conventions don't apply to people when they're unconscious. The fact that he could talk was just some broken line code in the fabric of the world.

"Wow," he said at long last.

"Beautiful, isn't it?" my dad replied. And my little brother shook his head like he just heard the silliest thing in the world.

"It's terrible," he said."Awful. Is Mexico always like this?"

"We're still in America" my dad said back.

My little brother squinted into the sunset, doubt and derision etched into his face. After a few seconds, both emotions softened, and he nodded in wonder.

"Eagle feathers," he said, chuckling softly. Like he'd just solved some clever little riddle. Then he fell like an angel into something deeper than sleep.

---

(There is a word for angels that fall.)

---

The second time I went to Tucson, I hid from the sun.

You'd be surprised how easy it is to do down there. Society accommodates it in ways you just won't find anywhere else. When it's 109 outside with single digit humidity, of course you stay indoors. Of course the outdoor markets open at 6 pm, and of course they don't close until 11. Of course. You make the sun mean enough, and everyone becomes a vampire.

So I roamed the streets at night, kicking up red gravel, watching coyotes wander in between the sea of strip malls. Strip malls are such an Arizonan atrocity. Nobody builds up. The reason the city isn't walkable isn't sidewalks. It's the sun. And you can't solve the sun, so you might as well lean into driving. Mash the whole city flat and crawl through the dust like rattlers.

(I met a man once, by the canals, that said the strip malls were some sort of American curse for our ancestors including Johnny Appleseed. There's one God in this world, he said, and it's the god of don't-eat-apples. But then we invented apple pie and gave it to everyone. So this is our hell.)

Still. It made the days long down there. Lurking at night and hiding all day gives you something like cabin fever. I needed something to do outside. Something that was outside, but also, somehow, inside. What's inside and outside at the same time? What kind of klein-flask ouroboros nonsense fits that bill?

Kartchner caverns.

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I wouldn't say the caves were like walking into Dante's hell - more like finishing the journey. At some point in my life, I'd blown past limbo, lust, gluttony, greed, and anger. I'd spent two decades plus change living in the fires of heresy. Every layer past would only get colder.

And each step into that cave did.

My tour guide and metaphorical psychopomp guide was a friendly old man. Familiar in the way that all old people feel familiar to me. I view the world more as a pile of metaphors. He viewed it primarily as water-soluble minerals.

It was a good work dynamic.

"These here," he said, gesturing to a long, slender series of impossibly frail stalactites, "are called soda straws."

"Hot damn," I said, and he nodded good naturedly.

"They're pretty fun aren't they?"

I wasn't sure if fun was the word that made the most sense for it. But I was charmed, and we went further, and he pointed out more formations.

"Behold!" he said. "Fried eggs!"

And there were fried eggs.

"Behold!" he said. "A shield!"

And lo, there was a shield.

We kept walking, deeper, and deeper into the cave. At the surface, it had been hot enough for my sweat to dry into a stinging white powder. Down here it was cold enough to see my breath. The feeling of descending into hell was replaced with the feeling of being swallowed by some ancient, fossilized serpent.

And then that began to show up in the formations.

"We call this serpent-stone," he said, gesturing to an expanse of wall.

And all I could see was the snake that was swallowing me.

I don't know why or how that broke the spell. But it did. I'd been walking for hours in the dark, following that man. I'd recognized him many times. It just took that moment for that recognition to be allowed.

"I've met you before," I said. "I met you on the canals once. Johnny Appleseed."

He looked at me, and I saw what my little brother saw that first time. Something trapped here, in the dark. A feathered serpent ten miles long. Dead and alive, the same way my brother was dreaming but awake. The first apple-eater. Something more afraid of the sun than I was.

"You are so close," he said. "It's only a few miles further."

"Close to what?" I said, and he grinned teeth too sharp for a human mouth.

"To being like us," he said. "To sleepwalking forever."

Nothing good comes from waking the dreamer once they're asleep. At best, the dream ends. At worst, it doesn't.

Running away would've required turning my back on it, and I knew - I knew - that my vision was the only thing locking it in place. I made it real by looking. I made it real by seeing. As long as my eyes were open, it was my dream.

So I did not run.

I grabbed the man. I looked him in the eyes, and my hands wrapped around his neck, and he fought like a beast. His teeth flashed as somewhere just out of reach, the flashright rolled, and his tongue stuck out, forked like a snakes, and where a normal man would've turned redder, and redder, and redder, he turned greener, and greener and greener. His neck narrowed and he stretched and wound and twisted until the hands beating against my arms were wings, and the man was a snake and I did not blink once until it stopped moving. Then, and only then, did I take my eyes off the thing and run, shivering, back to the light.

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I hadn't seen it before. But the cave was a dead thing. Inert. Like the sloughed off skins I'd find on hikes. A memory of something scary, but not the thing itself. I thought I'd be safe when I made it to the top. But the first thing I saw when I stepped into the light, the first thing I saw looking across the long, flat run of desert - was the other half of what I saw in the caves.

I'd killed the body. But I hadn't killed the soul. That still danced in the sky. The dead part of quetzalcoatl lay in the dark, dreaming it was alive. And the living part flew in the sky, burning and bright and deadly. A fire unending.

The month after that, I moved to Utah. And I've never looked back.

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sturniowhore · 9 months ago

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Bf!Chris hcs

warnings: fluff, smut (nsfw section), established relationship, Chris x fem!reader, some blurbs are long

A/n: FIC #2 LETS GOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO not that proud of this one ngl

Tags: @d3axplr @mattsturnziolio

Dividers: @bernardsbendystraws

SFW

Bf!Chris who is insanely clingy. He'll always be attached to you in one way or another.

It was 11am, you have to go to work in 2 hours. You tried getting up but your boyfriend was basically smothering you. "Chris I need to get ready" You whined, trying to push him off. Instead of letting you leave like any normal person would, Chris just held you tighter against him. "Just call in sick" "Chris, you made me call in sick 2 days ago I'm gonna get fired." The boy just shrugged, not caring. "you don't need a job I buy everything for you anyway." "Chris I'm being serious I have to go." You tried sitting up, it was no use he just pushed you down. "5 more minutes" "That's what you said 15 minutes ago!"

Bf!Chris who never lets you do anything, why would you do it when he has 2 hands himself?

You and Chris were coming home from a shopping trip at the mall. His hands were filled with several of your shopping bags, and your hands were empty. Chris didn't mind, he was the one who offered to carry them. As the two of you approached the front door, your hands went inside your purse that was on your shoulder, searching for the house key. You brought out the key, twisting it on the key hole and were about to open it before Chris's hands stopped you. "i got it." He smirked down at you. You raised your eyebrows "Chris you're so sweet but your hands are literally full." He waved you off, moving in front of you to get to the door. He struggled a bit but managed to twist the handle, allowing for the door to open. He kicked the door with his foot, motioning for you to get in with his head. "After you" he grinned. You laughed at his gesture and went inside, Chris following close behind.

Bf!Chris who always pays attention, he'll see you pick up a book or a trinket you find interesting and make a mental note of buying it for you later.

The two of you were at a small bookstore. You were browsing the shelves humming to the song that was playing in the store, Chris right behind you like a lost puppy. Every so often you would pick up a book you found interesting, reading the back of it to learn what it's about then put it back where it was. When you go on to a different section of the store, Chris takes a picture of the book that was just in your hands, promising himself that he's going to buy it for you in a couple days.

Bf!Chris who buys you flowers randomly.

It was a random Thursday afternoon. You were hanging out in the living room reading a book when you heard the door opening. Nick, Matt and Chris came back home after filming a vlog for their channel. Chris came up the stairs practically sprinting towards you, his hands behind his back. "guess what?" "what?" you look up at him smiling. He reveals his hands from behind him and gives you a bouquet of pink tulips. "They reminded me of you so I had to get em." Matt rolled his eyes at the interaction "We were 2 minutes away from the house and he made me turn all the way back for just for them."

Bf!Chris who will always put your comfort above his.

You two were at a party. Chris was having a great time, laughing and catching up with his friends. You.. not so much. You had a terrible day at work, the lights were too bright, the music was too loud, so many people were bumping into you, your clothes felt itchy on your skin, and you have a terrible headache. All you wanted more than ever right now was to go home, but you couldn't tell Chris that.. he was looking forward to this party all week. So you decided to suck it up and at least pretend that you were having a good time. You were sat in the corner away from everyone else, looking down at your feet praying that no one would come up to you. Chris took notice, he met your gaze silently asking if everything was okay. Even though your eyes said yes, he knew you weren't. He walked up to you and rubbed his hands on your shoulder "hey ma.. you good?" You nodded your head quickly "yeah I just have a small headache but I'm fine! You go have fun" Chris gave you a sympathetic smile "you wanna leave?" You looked up at him, you so desperately wanted to say yes but didn't want him to feel disappointed. "no i'll be fine I promise, plus I know how you were looking forward to this I don't wanna take it away from you" He shook his head, offering you his hand "I'm not having fun if you're not having fun. c'mon lets go home." You shot him a grateful smile, taking his hand as he led you towards the door. "thank you" your voice small, He brought your hand to his lips giving it a gentle kiss "of course."

Bf!Chris who has you model for his brand.

Chris insisted for you to model for him not taking no for an answer. He loves you in his clothes especially his brand. Seeing you pose for his newest drop makes him feel giddy inside. Chris loves showing you off, he can't keep his eyes off of you. Someone from his team is telling him something but the words go in one ear and out the other, all his focus is towards you. How could he focus on anything but you? You looked flawless, you looked so good in fact that no one would believe you if you told them this was your first time modeling. Chris watches you with lit eyes and a huge smile, He truly believes that you are the most beautiful person to ever walk the earth.

Bf!Chris who can always makes you laugh even in the most serious situations.

Your period cramps were bad, your mood swings were going wild, every body in the house knew to keep their distance from you this week. Everyone but your boyfriend. You were laying in bed with a heating pad to your stomach when Chris came into the room and leaped on the bed causing your position to shift. "Chris! can you not?" You snapped at him. He didn't even flinch at the words, instead he turns towards you and wraps his arms around your waist, bringing you closer to him. "Ugh Chris please gimmie some space" You plead struggling against him. The boy started peppering kisses all over your face, at first you were annoyed but soon that annoyance turned into joy. You giggle at every kiss that tickles your face. Satisfied with himself by making you laugh he stopped and stared at you "if I turned into chicken Alfredo would you eat me or would you know it was me?" Chris asked as if this was a life or death question. You looked at him in disbelief and amusement "Chris.. what!?"

Bf!Chris who kisses your tears away.

You and Chris were watching the notebook together. You were bawling your eyes out, snot coming out of your nose and everything. You were truly a mess. Chris on the other hand was fine, the movie was sad yes but it wasn't sad enough for him to cry, honestly he thought you were being a bit dramatic. "Sh-she's gonna f-forget him" You sob, trying to wipe the tears away with a tissue, it's no use the tears keep on coming. Chris laughs at your antics, you notice and swat his arm "Stop laughing at me!" You pout, still crying. He cups your face, his eyes soften and a small smile appears on his lips. He leans down and kisses the tears running down your cheeks away. "you're cute when you cry."

Bf!Chris who always listens to you speak never interrupting you once.

The triplets invited you to do a car video with them. The four of you were having a great time, chatting and laughing. An interesting topic came up and you had a lot to say about it. As you were speaking Chris stared at you intently, not interrupting at all. Matt and Nick were shocked, usually Chris would always try to get his opinions out, not caring if someone was in the middle of saying something or not. But with you he's different, he listens to your every word. A soft smile gracing his face as he watches you talk. He loves hearing your voice, The boy is absolutely in love with you.

Bf!Chris who will never let you be embarrassed alone.

"NO WAY!" You said a bit too loudly, a few people from different tables at the restaurant glanced your way. You slumped back in your seat, embarrassed at your outburst. "YES WAY! I KNOW ITS CRAZY!" Chris matches your energy, noticing the look on your face. The few people who were staring turned back to their own conversations, not paying attention to the two of you anymore. You gave Chris a grateful smiling, silently thanking him. He reached across the table, lacing his hand with yours and giving it a gentle squeeze.

Bf!Chris who loves when you play with his hair.

It was a quiet night, Chris was laying on top of your thighs answering emails on his laptop. You were above him with both your hands on his scalp, gently massaging it. You got a text notification from your phone beside you. One of your hands left his hair to pick up your phone, an instant groan came out of Chris's mouth "nooo put it back" he whined as he reached behind him to try to get to your hand. "just a second geez" You laughed, quickly replying to the text you just received. You put your phone down, your hands going back to their original position on Chris's head making him let out a content sigh.

Bf!Chris who matches his nails with yours.

You both walked out of the nail salon with a fresh new set of nails. You're practically skipping to your car overjoyed that you managed to make your boyfriend agree to match with you. Chris let out a soft laugh, watching you so giddy. If he knew how happy matching nails would make you he would've done it years ago.

Bf!Chris who goes pretends to give you back shots when you bend over.

BEEP BEEP BEEP the oven rang signaling that the cupcakes were ready. You walked over to the kitchen, putting on your oven mitts and opened the oven door, the smell of the sweet treats filling the air. Bending down, you grabbed the cupcake tray from inside the warm oven and were about to place it on the counter when you felt a pair of hands on your hips keeping you in place. "Boom! Boom! Boom!" Chris slightly pushed into you, a scowl appeared across your face. Chris let go, allowing you to take the cupcakes out and placing them on the island. "Chris! You could've made me fall! My face would've burned off!" Chris scoffed at your dramatics "Sorry miss lady you just looked too good!" Chris protested his gaze now averted towards the cupcakes "ooh can I help you frost them? please?" You rolled your eyes unamused, handing him a piping bag which he excitedly took from your hands.

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Bf!Chris who always talks you through sex

"You're doin' so good f'me" Chris says from above you, his hips thrusting into you. One hand is on your waist, the other is pining your wrists above your head making sure you wont escape. "you're so pretty ma." Your moans and his words collide, his thrusts move even faster hearing the sweet sounds that escape your lips. "I love it when.. fuck- when you make those pretty sounds ma." "m'close.." your back arches as the familiar knot builds in your stomach "yeah? is my pretty girl gonna cum?" You could only respond with a whine. "please Chris.. c-can't hold it." Chris smirks down at you loving the way you melt at his touch. "Go on baby, make a mess on my cock f'me." A ring of white coated his dick, Chris looks down groaning at the sight his own release following after. He leans down, his lips attaching onto yours. "you're so pretty.. the prettiest girl ever"

Bf!Chris who tries to be soft and gentle but always ends up being rough near the end.

"Wait Chris sl-slow down" Your face was squished against a pillow with your ass in the air. At first his thrusts were slow and gentle but he couldn't hold it in anymore, Chris's hands gripped onto your hips leaving behind purple bruises and his thrusts gained speed. "s-sorry so so sorry" He apologized not slowing down "you're just so fuckin' pretty.. can't help It around you ma"

Bf!Chris who loves your tits, always staring, touching, sucking etc!

Chris's hands were kneading your breasts as you rode him. The sight of your tits bouncing on top of him made him go wild. His mouth latched on to one of your nipples, his thumb and pointer finger pinching the other. Your eyes rolled back at the immense pleasure that was being brought to you, your jaw went slack. "look at you.. that feel good ma?" Chris mumbled into your tits. The harder that Chris sucked the closer you felt, your mind was going numb. Your bounces growing slower and weak. Chris took notice, his fingers sliding down to your clit rubbing it with speed and pressure. All of your limbs gave out. You gripped the headboard of the bed for support, your tits dangling in front of your boyfriends face. He didn't mind at all, in fact he was basking in the wonderful view above him.

Bf!Chris who eats you out like there's no tomorrow.

Your moans echoed throughout the room, Chris's head between your thighs lapping his tongue around your dripping cunt. You were beyond overstimulated, your whole body shaking after reaching its 4th orgasm. "Chris pl-ease n-no more" You mewled, Your fingers tugged at his hair trying to pull him off you. Chris moans at your actions, tightening his grip on your thighs. His voice sends vibrations all around your body. "you taste so good ma.. s'all f'me.. all mine" he coos continuing to devour you like your his last meal.

Bf!Chris who makes sure to shower you with affection after sex, making sure you know that you are loved and cared for.

There was a comforting silence in the room, the only sounds that could be heard were the sounds of your soft pants. Chris shuffled beside you, his eyes watched your fucked out expression. He watched as your bare chest moved up and down with your breaths, he couldn't help but think how pretty you looked like this. He could stare at you forever if you'd let him. He reached for the drawer by his bed and got out a small cloth, his hands gripped the fabric and moved above you. He gently wiped your sensitive cunt, making sure every drop was cleaned up. The rag made contact with your clit, your thighs quickly shut around his hand, eliciting a whine from you. "shh its okay I know, it'll be quick I promise." Once he was done he laid back down next to you, his arms wrapped around your lower stomach bringing you closer to him. "you're so beautiful" "I love you so much" "I wanna marry you one day" Chris whispered sweet nothings into your ear, watching you slowly drift to sleep. His head nuzzled into the crook of your neck, breathing in your scent never wanting this feeling to end.

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k1mbe3rly · 4 months ago

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Hii, I was wondering if you could do a yandere se-mi headcannons/story?💕🫶

real.

Yandere Se-mi headcannons

warnings: kills, NSFW, ��️WLW STRAP⚠️

Yandere! Se-mi who will obsess over you and constantly stalking you and watching your every move, and will go to great lengths to keep you to herself.

Yandere! Se-mi who slowly becomes extremely possessive and jealous, lashing out at anyone who she perceives as a threat to yalls relationship

Yandere! Se-mi who will try to control every aspect of the your life, from who you talk to, to what you do and where you go.

Yandere! Se-mi who does emotional manipulation to control you and what you’re interested in, using techniques like guilt-tripping and gaslighting to make things go her way.

Yandere! Se-mi who becomes violent if she feels like you’re trying to break away from her or if she feels like she is losing control of the relationship.

“Why haven’t you came over in 2 days? what the hell is going on huh?! fucking cheating on me you slut?!”

Than proceeds to fuck you harshly while her hands are wrapped around your throat, tightening and softening her hands around it.

Yandere! Se-mi who buys many airtags and places it in your purse, and car., she also buys small cameras and places them around your house when your fucked out on the bed and can’t even move after she fucked you

Yandere! Se-mi who follows you thru malls, grocery stores and even when your with your friends, she also makes sure when you tell her your with your family that your actually with your family

Yandere! Se-mi who forces you to give you all her passwords to anywhere you can communicate with other people snapchat, instagram, facebook, messenger, and twitter

“Who the fuck is ‘Jun hee’ talking about her baby daddy isn’t myung gi?”

Yandere! Se-mi who records you getting fucked by her strap and moaning and crying for her as she pinches and pulls your nipples a bit than proceeds to send it to anyone who flirts with you

Yandere! Se-mi who drags you to a public bathroom only for you to get yelled out and fingered roughly

“Why is your ‘Childhood friend’ looking at you like that hm? the second we get home i want you to block them okay baby? Your mine. Cum on my fingers baby, Do what i say..”

Yandere! Se-mi who notices one boy who keeps texting you and even visited your job after she got a notification from your account with him texting you

“I’m glad I got to see you, wanna do that again some time?”

Yandere! Se-mi who know believes you cheated on her, so not only she goes and finds the guy and kills him brutually but goes to you with bloody hands and fingers you with his blood on her hands

Yandere! Se-mi who is fucking with you with the strap roughly as tears filled your eyes moaning loudly, she’s gripping on your hips hard enough to leave a bruise as she said soemthing that immediately turned you off

“Fuck! you know you kinda sound like that one boy i murdered for you” she said smirking as she wanted to see your reaction

Yandere! Se-mi who notices you stopped moaning and stared at her in fear as she kept thrusting into you, eventually she stopped

“What did you say..?” you spoke to her, “Nothing baby you just look so sexy right now..” she whispered to you, “No i heard what you said..what do you mean? did you actually kill someone Se-mi?!” you yelled out, “He was stealing what’s mine.”

Yandere! Se-mi who watches you cry in fear as she threatens that if you ever leave she’ll kill you too but deep down she won’t cause she just loves you so much

Yandere! Se-mi who has to strangle you down after you tried running for the front door

“Are you serious? your being so ungrateful! fucking went out of my way and murdered that stupid slut for you! and this is how you reward me?”

Yandere! Se-mi who ties you up teases you until you can’t take it

“Tell me you’ll stay with me. Tell me you won’t leave me and i’ll let you cum and even untie you”

“I’ll stay you! i promise! Just please i can’t take it anymore! I’ll be with you forever!” you cried out sobbing as she smirks, that night you had the biggest orgasm and find yourself crying silently on the bed as she cuddles you

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sxhyunstoes · 24 days ago

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"Kiss me, Hate me"

Triple S Sohyun x Male reader WC: 4.3k

A/n: Its a bit all over the place but I have been praticing and trying to find a format that works for me. Anyways enjoy!!

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Second term is finally over and I get to do what I want for two weeks. I never thought that the term would be over, with how many tasks and activities our professors gave us, it seemed unending. There is also the fact that my academic life has been a series of unfortunate events ever since ‘she’ came around.

Park Sohyun, the princess of the university. Pretty, popular, rich and worst of all, an insufferable woman who made my academic life the most miserable thing that I had ever experienced. Everyone wanted to be in her circle, everyone (not me) wanted to be her friend.

Guys line up at her to bring her gifts almost every week just to get her attention. But she seems disinterested with them. But not me, she picked me over every one, but not in the good kind. Ever since she came to the school and became my blockmate, she decided to make my life miserable. Everything she did was seemingly designed to torment me and only me.

She would push me around literally every time she saw me at the hallways of the university, or trip me over when I walked to class. Then there's this one time where she randomly smacked my face while I was studying in my seat. She would also make me do her homeworks and projects and if I didn’t do it she would tell me that I would suffer the consequences of being disobedient towards her. But today as the term ends, all of that will come to a halt for the time being, I get to rest my aching body from the schoolworks and bullying I receive from Sohyun.

I am currently seated in front of my computer, playing games that I hadn’t had a chance to touch ever since the term started, trying to catch up. Then my phone suddenly rang. It was Xinyu, a part of Sohyun’s circle who I became friends with when we got partnered up for a school project. She gave me an invite to go to her birthday party that also served as a term-ender party, and said ‘everyone will come so you should too’. Everyone meant everyone so it’s not far off that Sohyun will definitely attend which made me not wanna go, but on the other hand I didn’t wanna disappoint Xinyu since it is her birthday that she invited me on. So I swallowed my fears and got ready to go to the party.

After some time, I got ready and hopped in my car to head to the mall first and got Xinyu a gift that she once told me she liked in a passing conversation. She said that she had liked perfumes of a specific brand and she is trying to collect them, so I got to the boutique of the said brand and bought a bottle of a perfume that had a hefty price tag that came with it. I got it wrapped and finally headed my way towards the party.

The venue was no joke, it was a villa that had a overlooking view of the beach and I’m guessing that Xinyu’s family owned it. I could see the strobing lights from where I’m currently situated. I went inside the gates of the villa, and found myself an area where I could park the car. I finally got out of the car and went towards the entrance and saw that there was a man who had a checklist of the names who were invited to the party. When I got to the entrance the man asked for my name but luckily enough Xinyu walked by and saw me.

“Y/n! Oh my god, I’m glad you could make it!” said Xinyu as she reached for my hand around the guard’s body.

“Yeah, I wouldn’t miss this for anything!” as I held her hand back to signify that we know each other.

Xinyu then whispered something to the guard and the man let me in the house without checking my name on the list. She then hugged me and welcomed me to the party. While initiated with the hug I wished her a happy birthday and then gave her the gift I had prepared for her.

“Oh my god, Y/n! You shouldn’t have!” as Xinyu grabbed the gift. She then opened it in front of me and the gleam in her eyes as she saw what my present was told me that she liked the gift I gave her.

“Oh my, thank you so much Y/n!” She then initiated another hug that was quicker than the first one.

“I had just run out of this one, you saved me the inconvenience of going to the store!” she continued.

“Well, I’m glad you liked it and I’m that I could be of service!” I answered.

She then excused herself and had to go and welcome other people to the party, I let her be and then she went away not without telling me to enjoy the party.

So I did, I explored the villa and met some of the people whom I haven’t had the chance to interact with when we’re in school. There’s this girl Giselle, who had very striking red hair that greatly compliments her beauty. She told me that she just transferred to the university due to her parents moving to the country for business, when I asked her from where she was from, she told me that she was from Japan, which struck me a surprise because I was originally from Japan as well, we then code switched to Japanese much to everyone listening to our conversation’s chagrin, and we easily became friends.

After a lengthy conversation with Giselle about our lives, I excused myself to go to the kitchen and get myself a drink. While getting a drink and some snacks, a familiar voice came from behind me that made my shoulders tense up.

"What the fuck are you doing here?"

The voice cut through the party chatter, instantly recognizable even before I turned around. Sohyun stood a few feet away, arms crossed, her expression unreadable in the dim lighting.

I took a steadying breath before answering. "Xinyu invited me," I said, keeping my voice even despite the way my pulse jumped.

Sohyun's eyebrows lifted slightly. "Did she now?" There was that familiar edge to her voice, though quieter than usual. "Guess she's feeling generous tonight."

My fingers tightened around my cup, but I forced myself to relax. "Yeah, guess so," I said with a shrug. I hoped it looked more casual than it felt. "Have a good time, Sohyun."

I turned to walk away before she could respond, weaving through the crowd toward where some classmates were talking. The music and laughter helped drown out the tension still coiled in my shoulders, and for a while, I almost forgot about the encounter.

But when I glanced back across the room later, I caught Sohyun watching me with that same inscrutable look. She quickly turned away when she noticed me looking, leaving me to wonder what was going through her head.

At first, I thought ignoring her would work - that if I didn't react, she'd eventually lose interest. But Sohyun had other plans. Like a shadow I couldn't shake, she inserted herself into every conversation, every group I tried to join. The worst part? She made it look effortless. With her natural charm and social grace, she'd take over the discussion within seconds, leaving me standing there like an awkward afterthought.

Then came the interruptions. The subtle digs. The way she'd casually drop "loser" into conversation like it was my actual name, flashing that razor-sharp smile as strangers chuckled with uncertainty. Each time, I'd feel my face grow hot, my words dying in my throat as I mumbled excuses and retreated to another corner of the party.

This cruel dance continued all night - her pursuing, me retreating - until something inside me snapped. There's a strange clarity that comes when you hit your breaking point. All the embarrassment, the frustration, the swallowed comebacks crystallized into one undeniable truth: tonight, Sohyun had gone too far.

It was when I was talking to our senior, Yooyeon noona.

It was quite tame at first, it was just her interrupting our conversations with her being loud. She kept laughing brazenly near me and she kept calling for my attention repeatedly. Then it escalated to her being quite touchy towards me. She kept touching my face, squeezing my cheeks with a single hand, and she kept exploring my shoulder with her hands. She kept shaking me, completely interrupting Yooyeon noona and I’s conversation.

So I excused myself to Yooyeon noona and grabbed Sohyun by her arms and went towards a quiet area deep inside the villa to confront her.

“What the hell is your problem?!” My voice ripped through the air, raw with anger.

Sohyun just kept giggling, that infuriating, mocking sound scraping against my nerves. “Oh, come on. Don’t be so dramatic.”

“You think this is funny?” My hands clenched at my sides. “I haven’t had a single real conversation since you started this bullshit. Do you get off on ruining things for me?”

She tilted her head, a smirk playing on her lips. “Why would anyone waste time talking to a loser like you?”

“And besides,” she added, flicking her hair over her shoulder, “it’s not like you’ve got anything interesting to say anyway.”

Something inside me snapped.

“You know why nobody actually likes you, Sohyun?” The words tore out of me, sharp and venomous. “Everyone tolerates you because of Xinyu. That’s it. If she dropped you tomorrow, you’d be nothing. Just some bitter, lonely girl nobody wants around.”

Her smirk faltered, but I wasn’t done.

“What, did your parents not love you enough? Is that why you’re like this? Desperate for attention, even if it’s negative?”

Her face changed—the arrogance crumbling into something hollow, wounded. But my anger was a wildfire now, unstoppable.

“Or maybe you were always second best. Maybe everything you do is just you screaming, ‘Look at me! Pick me!’—”

“Shut up.” Her voice was low, dangerous. “Don’t you dare finish that sentence.”

“Or what?” I stepped closer, my pulse roaring in my ears. “You’ll punch me again? Go ahead. It’s not like you know how to deal with anything except violence and mmm—”

Her hands shot out, gripping my collar pulling me towards her—and then her lips crashed into mine.

I tried to push her off of me, but her grip was too tight—her fingers dug into the collar of my shirt like she was afraid I’d vanish if she let go. At first, I resisted, my hands pressing against her waist in protest, but the desperation in her kiss was overwhelming. The way her lips moved against mine, trembling and insistent, made my resolve crumble. Before I knew it, I was kissing her back, the tension between us igniting into something feverish and uncontrollable. The kiss was already heating up, but it became even more intense when she suddenly shoved me against the hallway wall, her body pressing into mine as if trying to erase any space left between us.

Then I noticed it—the dampness on both of our faces. At first, I thought it was sweat from the heat of the moment, but when I pulled back slightly, I saw the tears streaking her cheeks. She was crying, her breath hitching between kisses, yet she refused to break contact, her lips still clinging to mine as if they were her only anchor. The salt of her tears mixed with the taste of her mouth, and my chest ached with the weight of whatever pain she couldn’t voice. Why was she crying? Why did this kiss feel like a plea? The hallway around us blurred, the only thing real being the warmth of her body and the quiet, shuddering sobs she couldn’t hold back.

She then let go of our lips but she kept crying.

“I’m so sorry, Y/n… I’m so sorry.”

Her voice was barely a whisper, broken and small as she kept her head bowed. Tears darkened the fabric of my shirt where they fell. I froze for a moment—unsure how to respond—before instinct took over. Gently, I pulled her against me, one hand cradling the back of her head while the other pressed protectively against her shoulder blades. She shuddered, her apologies muffled against my chest, her fingers clutching fistfuls of my sleeves like I might vanish if she let go.

Time blurred. The party’s noise faded into a distant hum, leaving only the sound of her slowing breaths and the occasional hiccup of fading sobs. When she finally lifted her head, I turned away, my jaw tight—but her fingers, warm and trembling, brushed my cheek and guided my gaze back to hers.

“I mean it,” she said, her eyes red-rimmed but steady. “I’m sorry for everything. The bullying. The teasing. The way I humiliated you in front of everyone—” Her voice cracked. “—even the kiss. That wasn’t fair.”

I opened my mouth to reply, but she pressed a finger to my lips. “Please, let me finish?”

I nodded, and her hand slid back to cup my face, thumb tracing the curve of my cheekbone as if memorizing it.

“I didn’t know how to talk to you,” she admitted. “With others, I could fake it—laugh, flirt, play the part. But you? You were kind to me from the start, even when I didn’t deserve it. It terrified me.” A faint, self-deprecating smile flickered across her lips. “So I teased you. Pushed you away. Because if I could make you hate me, then I wouldn’t have to face how much I—” She swallowed. “—how much I liked you. And the more I felt it, the worse I acted.”

My breath caught. She liked me? The confession hit like a punch to the ribs, leaving me lightheaded.

“But why not just talk to me?” I asked, voice rougher than I intended. “Why push me away if you wanted me close?”

Her thumb stilled. “Because you were right earlier,” she whispered. “About… all of it. My family. The attention. The way I—” She exhaled sharply, as if the words burned. “I didn’t know how to ask for what I needed. So I took it instead.”

Her words hung between us, raw and vulnerable. I couldn’t meet her gaze—not when my own guilt churned inside me like a living thing.

She’d liked me all along.

Sohyun, perceptive as ever, gently squeezed my hand. “Hey,” she murmured, her thumb brushing over my knuckles. “Don’t look like that. I’m the one who should be apologizing. I earned every bit of your anger tonight.” Her smile was small but genuine, the kind that crinkled the corners of her eyes.

A quiet settled over us, thick but not uncomfortable. The distant pulse of music and laughter from the party felt worlds away. I exhaled slowly, my breath ruffling her bangs.

“Sohyun… this is a lot to process,” I admitted. “It’s not every day your—” I bit back tormentor just in time, “—the person who’s been on your case for months confesses they like you. But I will give you an answer. Just… give me some time?”

Her entire face lit up—eyes sparkling, lips parting in disbelief. The anxious tension in her shoulders melted away, leaving behind a hopeful, almost giddy energy I’d never seen from her before. In that moment, with her guard down and her heart in her eyes, I finally saw her. Really saw her.

“Yes! God, yes—take all the time you need!” She released me abruptly, as if remembering herself, and took two steps back. The sudden space between us felt charged, electric. Then, inexplicably, we both laughed—a soft, disbelieving sound that dissolved the last of the night’s bitterness.

“We should probably get back before Xinyu looks for us,” I said, nodding toward the crowded living room.

Sohyun grinned—a full, unrestrained smile that transformed her face—and fell into step beside me. But just before we reached the others, she caught my wrist and spun me toward her.

“Y/n,” she said, voice dropping to a whisper. “Can I kiss you again?”

My eyebrows shot up. This girl…

But the teasing retort died on my tongue when I saw her expression—hopeful but uncertain, as if bracing for rejection. So instead, I huffed a laugh and leaned in.

Her answering smile could’ve powered the entire city. Then her hands were in my hair, pulling me down, and her lips met mine—softer this time, sweeter, but no less electric. When we parted, she lingered close enough that our noses brushed.

“For luck,” she whispered, then darted off toward her friends, leaving me standing there, heart pounding, as the party’s noise rushed back in.

It has been a while since the party and Sohyun’s confession and it has been eating at my mind. I had never expected for Sohyun to actually like me and her previous actions towards me didn’t help at all, and now I can’t get her off my mind, the way her lips felt on mine, the softness she hasn’t shown me from the beginning, now lingers on my face and my skin. It’s like she is still holding me and being vulnerable again and I can’t do anything about it.

Now, the break is over and we’re back in school. Everyone who I met at the party became somewhat friendly and shared greetings when I made my way to the room assigned to me. When I got into the room, I was surprised to see Xinyu as a classmate this term, so I sat next to her and we talked about the vacation and the party. She then said something that caught me off guard. “So, I heard from the grapevine after the party that something happened between you and Sohyun. Mind expanding my knowledge about it?” My shoulders tensed, and when I looked at her, her eyes were showing curiosity, so I carefully asked questions as to what she knew.

“What have you heard about?” I carefully asked Xinyu.

“Well, someone told me that Sohyun kept pestering you and then you walked off somewhere, taking her with you. That’s all I know.” Xinyu replied.

I took a deep breath and contemplated if I should tell her everything that happened after the confrontation, but after some thinking and since we were still the only people in the room. I decided to tell her some things not all but from what I think would satisfy her.. From everything that I told Sohyun and the confession that she had liked me for quite a while, and the kiss that happened between us.

Xinyu started to squeal and hit my arms because of what she had just heard. She kept laughing and squealing and I can’t help but feel embarrassed. But then the door suddenly opened and a familiar voice called out to Xinyu. A voice I became quite fond of, Sohyun, who had walked in on the door.

“Hey guys! Oh hi Xinyu!” Sohyun voiced out and it seemed like she hadn't recognized me yet because I was facing Xinyu. But when I turned around, her shoulder tensed up and her face turned red as soon as she saw me.

“H-hi Y/n.” greeted Sohyun.

A big smile was on my face as soon as I saw her. Not moments later, Xinyu decided to tease the both of us

“Hey Sohyun! How’s your break? I heard it was quite eventful.” her smile sinister, while wiggling her eyebrows towards the both of us.

Sohyun turned even redder than she already is and it seemed like she had caught on quite quickly. She rushed towards me and she hit my arms but with less force than she used to do.

“YOU. TOLD. HER. WHAT. HAP—PENED?!!” her hits matching every syllable that came out of her. I laughed at her antics but caught her arms and held onto it. “Well, I figured that you’re her friend and it happened in her house, I thought she should know.” I told Sohyun while giving her a smile.

She put her bag on the back of the chair in front of her and sat down on the vacant seat next to me, pouting while crossing her arms, acting like she hated the both of us. Nothing much happened after that, it was just Xinyu’s continuous teasing until the class filled up with other students and the professor started her lecture. During the lecture, while I was taking notes, a hand suddenly reached for my free hand, I looked into it and it was Sohyun, sneakily trying and failing to hold my hand, so I instead reached for hers and held it discreetly. Hiding it for the meantime. I thought we were sneaky but when I was trying to fix my hair, I saw Xinyu, grinning from ear to ear, teasing us, but Sohyun and I just let it happen and continued on listening to our professor while our hands joined.

After the school day, Sohyun asked me to join her to walk to our dorms. I agreed and we both said goodbye to Xinyu as her chaperone was already waiting for her outside. While on the way to the dorms, I had thought about ‘updating’ our ‘relationship status’, but I guess that the thought was also occupying Sohyun’s mind because she had beat me to opening up the topic.

“You know Y/n, it’s been a while since we last had a conversation with just the two of us. The last one was at–”

“Xinyu’s party!”

“--Xinyu’s party.”

We both looked at each other and laughed at what just happened.

“So I was wondering–” she continued.

“--if you already had your answer?”

Silence had filled both of us as we continued to walk towards our dorms. She walked behind me the entire time, maybe in anticipation of my answer. I already had an answer, and I do like her as well. After she had been vulnerable with me, I immediately understood where the bullying came from. She hadn’t learned to express herself, and what she did was her way of communicating that she wanted people’s attention. Her past actions, though hurtful, now made sense—they were cries for connection, masked in defiance and aggression. It was as if a puzzle piece had clicked into place, revealing a picture of loneliness I hadn’t seen before.

When we finally got to the dorms, I walked her to her room, the quiet between us heavy with unspoken words. The moment I looked towards her, I could see that her eyes were filled with curiosity, anxiety, and love—emotions so raw and honest that they solidified the answer I had for her. My chest tightened with a mix of tenderness and resolve. I knew then that I wanted to be someone who could help her find better ways to be seen, to reassure her that she didn’t have to push people away to keep them close. The hallway light flickered above us, casting fleeting shadows, but the certainty in my heart remained steady.

“S-Sohyun?”

The name left my lips like a fragile breath, barely audible over the quiet hum of the evening. She turned, her dark eyes meeting mine—patient, curious, but with a flicker of something deeper. Anticipation? Fear?

“Hmm?”

I swallowed hard. The words had been circling my mind for days, clawing at my ribs, demanding release. Now, standing before her, they threatened to choke me.

“I… I have an answer for you.” My voice was steadier than I expected. “And it’s been living inside me for a while now.”

A beat of silence. The air between us grew heavy.

“At first,” I continued, watching her fingers twitch at her sides, “all I could think about was the past. The things you did. The hurt.”

Her breath hitched. The light in her eyes dimmed, like a candle flickering against the wind. She looked down, bracing herself.

“But then I realized something.” I stepped closer, my pulse roaring in my ears. “Maybe I don’t have to just remember the pain. Maybe… I can help you rewrite it.”

Her head snapped up. “W-What?”

“We can figure this out. Together.”

For a heartbeat, she didn’t move. Then—

A gasp. A tremble. Her lips parted, but no sound came out. Instead, tears welled, spilling over in glistening streaks.

“You—you mean—?” Her voice was a shattered whisper.

I smiled, soft but sure. “Yeah. I like you too, Sohyun.”

A sob broke free. She crumpled forward, her forehead pressing against my chest as her body shook. Instinctively, my arms wrapped around her, holding her together as she fell apart. Her tears burned through my shirt, searing into my skin. And then—I felt it. The weight of her regret, her relief, her hope. It bled into me, and suddenly, my own vision blurred.

When she finally pulled back, her face was flushed, her lashes wet. But she was smiling. A real, trembling, radiant smile.

Then—

Her hands gripped my collar. She yanked me down.

Our lips crashed together, fierce and desperate. I froze—just for a second—before melting into her, kissing her back with all the words I couldn’t say.

When we broke apart, she was panting, her forehead resting against mine. “Thank you,” she whispered, voice raw. “I swear—I’ll be better. For you.”

The conviction in her words sent a shiver down my spine.

I chuckled, brushing a stray tear from her cheek. “I know.”

She sniffled, then abruptly smacked my chest. “You—you made me cry, you idiot.”

I laughed, but before I could retort, she was dragging me toward her dorm, her grip ironclad.

“Wait, Sohyun—?”

She spun, her eyes blazing with playful defiance. “Did you really think I’d let you leave after that?” A smirk curled her lips. “Get in here, pretty boy.”

The door slammed behind us.

And just like that—the past was behind us. The future? Uncertain.

But her hand in mine?

That, I was sure of.

#triples #s14 #sohyun #sohyunfluff #kpop fanfic #kpop gg #sohyunxmalereader #triplesfanfic #triples sohyun

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hxrsheykisses · 3 months ago

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Hiii! Ever since I found your fanfic on AO3 I've been OBSESSED! It's just that good! And this is my first request :3 The Eltingville club guys with a very much goth very much Morticia Adams vibes fem friend! She finds them interesting and calls them pet names like "hideous" or "freaks" as forms of complements and she genuinely gets sad when it's the opposite of that, and ofc she has her morbid curiosity and interests!

(sorry if it's hard to understand, English isn't my first language (⁠๑⁠•⁠﹏⁠•⁠) )

Oh ima LOVE this one🙏🙏🙏🙏 And thank you for loving my fic so much!!!!💋💋💋💋

Josh, Bill, and Jerry were intimidated by you mainly because of your appearance. It was just so offsetting for them because it was something new. They never saw someone with your style. Bill being himself would joke on you from afar but god forbid hun actually say it to your face.

Pete on the other hand was ROLLING. He was so fond of you and to him you were a horror hottie! he loved your vibe, he loved your style, he loved everything about you knowing his love for horror was high and running. He begged, and begged, and BEGGED for the other members to stop being so paranoid and just talk to you as a group! Maybe even recruit you!

“Girls aren’t allowed 🤓…” stfu

After they got tired of hearing Pete’s pleads, they obliged in scouting you out to go and have a chat with you. They had a mini argument who was going to talk to her first…Jerry was the sacrifice.

It felt so…awkward. Jerry was trying his best to not freak out due your piercing staring, your eyes just stared into his soul as he stammered over his words.

“S-So would you like to join…?—“ “No.” “O-Oh…🙁”

Jerry you’re such a sweetie we love you.

BUT…you did find the boys to be pretty amusing. They were weird—VERY weird. And to be honest they looked pretty fucking pathetic. Never talked or touched a girl who wasn’t their mother and it was so obvious—maybe you could keep them around a bit. Especially Pete because you had him wrapped tightly around your finger.

From that point on, you stuck alongside them. You didn’t participate really in the meetings, only there because you had nothing else to do. The only issue you had was how they fought a bunch, it was so nerve wracking. Everyday they fought about something a bunch of geeks like themselves would and you got tired of it. So, you being yourself decided to sprinkle in your own chaotic—just to mess around with them.

You’d treat them like pets, but also kinda like your friends. You’d call them out of their name, saying something rude about them or to them, just to see how they’d react. Also, you may or may have not made them buy you some more accessories or clothes for your gothic style. Whenever you take trips to the mall, you’d drag them along with you, not listening to complaints as you make them follow you everywhere. Like I said, you have them wrapped around your finger! You’d could tell them to do anything and they’ll do it.

Bill, he won’t let it slide. Or, at least the first few times. He would cuss at you and say something misogynistic about you but it’ll go out one ear and out the other. Once you see how you got under his skin much to your satisfaction, you’d ease it up a bit by teasing him, telling him that you meant nothing of it and how he needed to relax, your voice was cunning—but also smooth and hypnotic.

Pete? Oh. He don’t give a fuck. A fine goth girl was talking about him so why would he care? He’d thank you because woah??? (I am so sorry) He doesn’t mind the name calling because who wouldn’t want to be called out of their name by a pretty girl like you?

Jerry and Josh were still paranoid of you. So whenever you called them out of their name they would stay quiet because they don’t want to “set you off”. Like Jerry lowkey was thinking that if he ever were to get out of line with you, you would put an evil curse on him. He’s been involving himself into too many fantasy junk apparently because deep down, you don’t mean it in a rude way.

You have a strange personality, you’ll admit. But it’s never out of you being an ass about it. It’s hard to explain because so many people would take your words as rude. To you, they are just some small compliments that only someone like you could pull off. To be fair, you liked having people who didn’t really fit the social norms. You’d like people who stood out and knew that they did stand out but yet did little to fix it. That’s what you like. You’re still a good friend to them and you find yourself hanging around them more than just finding them to be brainless nerds who do jerk off rituals every fucking night—weird. But besides from that, you’ve become better. Sure, there’s still those times where you act a bit bitchy but other than that, there’s still a little part of you that lets them off the hook just a tiny bit.

The boys can’t deny that you make them feel all sorts of emotions though. Some days they hate you, some days they yearn for you, and some days they feel the need to bend at your every step. It’s a wreck but let’s be honest here, the eltingville club was always a wreck anyway so what’s the difference???

#eltingville bill #eltingville jerry #eltingville josh #eltingville pete #the eltingville club #jerry stokes #josh levy #pete dinunzio #welcome to eltingville #bill dickey #kissy 💋#bill dickey x reader #pete dinunzio x reader #josh levy x reader #jerry stokes x reader

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covenofagatha · 2 months ago

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Do I wanna know? (Part 5)

Carol wants to make amends and you and Agatha adjust to life in different states

Word count: 5.2k

Warnings: phone sex, sex toys, masturbation

Agatha drops you off at the train station the next morning and you keep your face pressed against the window until she becomes too small for you to see as it pulls away. Your breath has fogged up the glass and before you can think about it, you draw a heart with your finger.

You can still feel the ghost of the hug she gave you lingering and you burrow down into the crewneck you stole from her that has her scent before pulling out your laptop from your bag.

By the time the train stops in Westview, you’ve submitted your application to the University at Albany and finished most of your homework for the week ahead.

Alice picks you up from the station and you shoot Agatha a text to let her know that you made it and that you miss her already.

I miss you too, honey. But I’ll see you in two weeks, okay?

Before you had left, the two of you had poured over your schedules in an attempt to find the soonest you could go visit or she could come to you. Driving up on a weeknight for you didn’t make sense because you had classes in the morning and the afternoon, and Agatha has client meetings this upcoming weekend. You weren’t sure you’d been apart for that long since that fateful day you and Wanda snuck into the pool at your dad’s house.

“How was your trip?” Alice asks and you ignore the heavy feeling weighing on your heart. It wasn’t a secret among your friends that you were dating an older woman—you decided to use the word girlfriend, even if it hadn’t been explicitly said—and Alice had already volunteered to pick you up and drop you off at the train station if you ever needed it. You were so thankful that you’d gotten an amazing roommate out of the random assignment.

“It was good, yeah. Kind of sad, but I think we’re going to be okay.” You still hadn’t told her that you were planning on transferring at the end of the semester as long as you got into the University at Albany, but you figured there was no need to mention it now. “I’m going to go see her in two weeks. And then she might come here the week after, and then when we have fall break I’ll go up.”

Alice glances at you with a reassuring smile. “You guys are making time for each other. That’s a real sign that it’ll work out.”

You nod, believing it yourself. You’re most excited for her to come down for your birthday at the end of October—maybe you’d even be able to convince her to go to a Halloween party with you.

“It’ll be okay,” you state firmly. “How was your weekend?”

Alice chews on her bottom lip. “It was chill. Did some homework. I think I’m going to try to get a job at the mall, you know, just to make some money. Oh—and that girl Carol stopped by the room yesterday.”

A flash of anger bolts through you, still holding a bit of a grudge over what she said about you and Agatha. “Oh?” you hum through gritted teeth.

“She was asking when you were coming back and said she wanted to apologize for how she acted. Something about her crossing a line?”

With a heavy sigh, you push away your budding annoyance and realize that you’re going to have to talk to Carol sooner or later.

She is a good friend and you tell yourself that you know her heart was in the right place. You may have been overreacting just a little, not that you would ever admit it, still fragile over your insecurities about your relationship.

But you’re feeling good now. “I’ll talk to her.”

Alice nods in approval and turns into the parking lot in front of your dorm building. She carries one of your bags for you and you trail after her up to your room. The world feels weird now with Agatha in a different state, like there’s a piece that’s missing.

It’s okay, you tell yourself. Two weeks. It’s only two weeks.

You busy yourself by putting away the things in your bag, giving Alice a shifty glance before sliding the box that contains the vibrator from Agatha into your nightstand. Your clit pulses involuntarily and you squeeze your thighs together—you cannot wait to use it. Even the thought of Agatha making you cum from all the way in New York has your heartbeat quickening and you hope she’s not going to be too busy this evening so you can try it out.

Just as you finish unpacking, there’s a knock on the door to your dorm and Alice watches from her bed as you go and open it.

It’s Carol, standing there sheepishly with a red hoodie and blue jeans and holding a plate with four cupcakes covered with saran wrap on them. She offers you the plate and you slowly take it, eyes darting from the dessert back to her.

“Hi,” she says and you glance back at Alice, who is clearly pretending to not pay attention. You smile awkwardly and step forward into the hall, closing the door behind you. Even though you’ll tell Alice exactly what happened, you feel like Carol might want the illusion of privacy.

“Hi,” you respond stiffly. It’s clear that she’s expecting you to start the conversation but you hold your ground. You’re not the one who needs to be sorry here.

Carol shifts and looks down at her feet before trying again. “I just want to apologize again for what I said about you and your girlfriend. I completely overstepped and it was really shitty of me, I just want you to be careful and be okay. But I know you know what you’re doing and it’s your relationship and I just want to be friends again.”

She holds out her hand for you to shake. After a moment, you begrudgingly accept it and Carol’s face breaks into a grin. You smile back despite yourself and a weight feels like it’s been lifted. You didn’t realize how tense the strain between the two of you was making you feel and you hate to admit that you may have missed her a little. She’s older and cool and it would be good for you to have a friend like her around campus, especially without having Agatha to run to almost every night and weekend.

It might be time for you to actually focus on college and having a social life. There’s a small voice in your head that says maybe you shouldn’t because it’ll make it harder to transfer, but you push it down. Having long-distance friends would be much easier than a relationship and whenever you come to visit your parents, you’d be able to see Alice and Carol and whomever else you’d want to.

“Will you take me flying now?” you ask and she laughs before patting you on the shoulder.

“Sure,” she agrees, sounding lighter as well. “Maybe we could get dinner sometime, too? There’s a great burrito place just off-campus. I’m free Tuesday night?”

You mentally search your head for anything you might have going on that day and you draw a blank. Without Agatha here, you might have a lot more free time now.

“That works for me,” you say and Carol claps your shoulder. You reach under the saran wrap on the plate of cupcakes and offer her one.

She takes it. “Perfect, I’ll pick you up here at around six or so?”

You nod and she gives you one last smile before walking away, taking a large bite into the cake. You watch her until she turns the corner and you go back into your dorm room.

Alice is still lounging on her bed, arms folded across her chest, smirking at you. “How was it?”

Shrugging, you set the plate down on top of the mini-fridge Alice brought from home. “We’re all good now. We’re going to get dinner Tuesday. Apparently there’s a good burrito place off-campus. Want to come?”

She raises an eyebrow and tries to fix her face into something less obvious. “Yeah, I don’t really think Carol will want me there.”

The bed dips under you as you climb into yours and lean against the wall so you’re facing your roommate. “What do you mean?” you ask and she looks incredulous.

“She definitely likes you,” she says, like it’s the clearest thing in the world and you’re daft for not being able to see it.

You splutter something nonsensically before spitting out, “What?” Embarrassment floods through your cheeks and your eyes dart furiously around the room, not wanting to accept it, even though a small part of you knows she’s probably right.

Alice raises an eyebrow and you scoff.

“She knows I’m with someone. I don’t think she’d actually do anything even if she did like me. We’re just friends,” you protest and Alice only looks slightly convinced.

“Mhmm,” she hums and you roll your eyes before grabbing your phone and throwing yourself off your bed. Your feet hit the floor and send a jolt through your shins and you wince.

Grabbing your keys, you try to look as unbothered as possible as you walk to the door. “I’m going to get some groceries.”

Even if Carol does like you, she most definitely knows how serious you are about Agatha. And if she doesn’t accept that or tries to make a move, you will have no qualms about actually cutting her off.

—

Agatha calls you just as you finish up your last class on Tuesday and you happily press accept and crane your neck to position your phone between your ear and your shoulder so you can walk out of the building with your hands free.

“Hey, sweetheart,” she says and you melt at hearing her voice. It was her first day of work yesterday so you didn’t get to talk to her much, but this more than makes up for it.

“Hi,” you chirp and catch people staring at your wide grin. You try to look less like you just won the lottery. “How are you?”

There’s a slight rustling on her end and you look at your watch on your wrist. Five-fifteen. She might just be finishing work now, you still don’t know her schedule. “Good, good,” she hums, slightly out-of-breath. “Just getting to my car. What are you up to?”

“Oh, just finished class,” you tell her. “Walking back to my dorm now. How’s work? Do you like it?”

The audio cuts out momentarily as you shove the door open and walk outside, the bright sunlight making you sneeze. You swear under your breath as you almost get run over by a boy on a scooter.

“It’s good! Everyone here is really nice so far and they’re really helping me learn how things run. I’m already getting the hang of it, I think.” She keeps telling you about her job and you interject occasionally with a question or an exclamation about how awesome she is. She seems happy.

Alice isn’t in your room when you get back so you put the call on speakerphone and toss it onto the bed while you rummage around in your drawers for something to wear to dinner. There’s no time to shower so you settle for deodorant and then a few spritzes of perfume as you undress.

Agatha pauses her story, noticing that you’re distracted. “What are you doing?” she asks and you freeze like you just got caught doing something you’re not supposed to.

“Carol and I are hanging out in a bit,” you answer casually, choosing black pants over blue. You pull on a gray shirt. “My roommate thinks she likes me.”

“I’m sure she does,” Agatha says, a bit coolly. You glance at your phone like she’ll be able to see your expression.

It feels like you’ve made a mistake. You had thought she would laugh about it. “I mean, I don’t like her like that at all, I don’t even think she actually does like me, Alice is definitely just reading into it. We’re just friends—”

“Baby, relax,” she coos, now chuckling at your rambling, “I know. I trust you and I want you to have friends. But with how hot you are, I definitely wouldn’t blame her for wanting you.”

Your stomach grows warm. “Oh, yeah, mommy? You think I’m hot?” you tease and immensely enjoy the way you can hear Agatha suck in a sharp breath.

“Yeah, honey, I do,” she rasps, voice significantly deeper. “I’ve been thinking about you a lot lately. About your perfect pussy and how you taste and how you feel around my fingers, god…” She trails off with a gasp that’s barely audible over the faint rumble of the engine of her car and knowing that she’s driving while talking like this has your skin burning.

“I’ve been thinking about you, too,” you admit feebly and whimper—you’ve just climbed onto your knees on your bed and the inseam of your pants is now resting against your clit. Your core is hot and you can feel the slick starting to collect in your underwear and you gently rock forward and silently keen.

Agatha clears her throat and you can picture her blushing right now, the vein in her forehead bulging out, the darkening of her eyes. “Fuck, baby,” she groans, “remember all those times I fucked that cunt with my strap?”

The air in your lungs gets punched out with a force so strong your eyes almost start watering. You grind down harder.

“Yeah,” you breathe and glance at the clock on your nightstand. Twenty-three minutes until Carol is supposed to be at your room. Plenty of time to do something, if Agatha lets you. “Agatha—mommy—can I—can I please touch myself?” You sound pathetic and whiny and you can imagine Agatha smirking at you.

“Such a good girl for asking,” she purrs. She never explicitly told you that you needed permission to masturbate, but it felt like you should ask.

You wanted to ask. You’re her good girl and you’re determined to make that known.

“Why don’t you get that toy I gave you before you left?” she suggests and you moan deeply before quickly grabbing it from inside your nightstand. Your breath catches again when you open it and you softly trace a finger against the engraving—Mommy’s cunt. Each letter sends a spark to your already-wet cunt.

She laughs condescendingly when she hears your zipper being dragged down and you slide a hand into your pants and whine when you delve through your sopping, hot folds.

“So desperate for mommy, aren’t you?” she simpers and you choke out an affirmation. “Tell me what you’re doing.”

A shudder runs through you at her demanding tone. “I’m rubbing my clit with two fingers.” Your touch is light but still effective and your words are broken.

There’s a ding and then the thrum of the engine stops. Agatha must be home. Her side of the call goes silent and then reconnects. Instead of checking to make sure you’re still there, all she says is, “Taste yourself for me.”

With a moan, you pull your hand out of your pants and shove your two fingers into your mouth, lapping at your sweet wetness. She must be able to hear it because she whimpers and you make more exaggerated sounds just to get to her. You can almost see her screwing her eyes shut as she just tries to make it to her apartment.

“How do you taste?” she asks hoarsely. You get an idea and slip your hand back down between your thighs, collecting your slick and holding it up to the light. You snap a quick photo, make sure you can see your fingers glistening, and send it to her.

“You should come find out,” you sulk mockingly and you can tell that she pulls the phone away from her ear to look at what you just sent.

“Fuck,” she gasps and a thrill runs through you. “You’re such a tease.”

You shrug innocently even though she can’t see you. “What do you want me to do now, mommy?”

Agatha swears under her breath and there’s the sound of doors opening. She mutters a greeting—someone must have gotten into the elevator with her.

She’s going to be so mad, but you smirk and moan explicitly. “Fuck, now I have two fingers inside myself,” you tell her, mirroring your words with your actions and groaning at how it feels. “Wish they were yours, mommy, I need you so bad.”

Agatha doesn’t answer because she can’t, but she does choke on nothing. The other person asks if she’s okay but she doesn't answer.

“Need you to fuck me,” you continue and you hear her breathing getting heavier. “Come taste me, mommy, come fuck me with your strap—fuck, I need your cock inside me.”

The doors ding and there’s the sound of footsteps hurriedly moving. You curl your fingers and gasp.

“Put the toy inside you now,” Agatha hisses and you scramble for it, press it against your entrance, and sink it into you. Your back arches and you sharply inhale. It rests right against your g-spot and your clit and you pant in anticipation as you wait for her to turn it on.

There’s a click and you jerk forward onto your bed as your cunt is racked with vibrations and you can’t help the loud keens that fall out of your mouth. Your hips are bucking frantically and you desperately grip onto the sheets of your messy bed.

“Fuck, mommy, it feels so good,” you sob and cry out even louder when she turns up the intensity even more.

There’s movement and then a long sigh on her side and you clench around the toy.

“Are you touching yourself?” you squeak.

Agatha chuckles throatily. “How could I not when you’re sounding so pretty for me?” You whimper. “Fuck, baby, I wish I was there. I’d fill you with three of my fingers to get you ready for my strap with my tongue on your clit—” she sinfully groans and you bite down onto your hand, “—you always taste so good for mommy, you always take me so well, just mommy’s perfect girl, mommy’s perfect slut.”

The vibrations get stronger and you’re furiously humping against the bed now, each drag of your hips pushing the toy further inside you and how are you already so close?

“Need you so bad, Agatha, please,” you babble, “please let me cum, I need you, I need—fuck—”

There’s a knock on the door and you throw a hand over your mouth to stifle your moans. Agatha must hear it too because she turns the toy off, leaving your cunt pulsing and clenching with a rhythm around nothing, the phantom vibrations still making you twitch.

You stay silent, hoping they’ll leave.

“Hey! It’s Carol, are you ready to go?”

“Fuck,” you swear again and take the call off speakerphone, shoving it against your ear as you leap off the bed and check yourself out in the mirror to make you don’t look like a complete mess. “I have to go, I have dinner.”

Agatha hums in disappointment. “Aw, well I hope you have a fun time,” she says, sickly sweet and sarcastic and you genuinely consider cancelling on Carol right now. With the sweat on your forehead, you could plausibly tell her you think you have a fever. “I know I will.”

Her suggestive tone is not lost on you and you screw your eyes shut and try to tamp down the wave of arousal flooding through you. “I’ll talk to you after?” you ask through gritted teeth.

“Of course,” she says with a melodic chuckle and you think you can hear the lazy slapping of her fingers inside her. Of course she’s not playing fair. “Oh—and one last thing. Leave the toy inside you.”

Your breath catches at the thought of her able to toy with you while you’re hanging out with a friend and you know Agatha’s not going to make it easy. “But—”

“Say: yes, mommy. I’ll be a good girl and keep the toy in for you,” she croons and you parrot the words back to her in a mumble. You can practically hear her smirk through the phone before she smacks her lips together in a kiss and hangs up.

Carol regards you curiously when you finally open the door after you fixed your clothes and hair. “Everything okay?” she asks and you self-consciously adjust your shirt again.

“Yeah, sorry. I was taking a nap,” you lie but she doesn't question it. You can feel the toy with every step you take but Agatha thankfully doesn’t turn it on.

You keep waiting for it though, always anticipating, and a few times you swear you feel it buzz when you’re in Carol’s car heading to the restaurant.

The drive is filled with small talk and you almost forget all about it by the time you’ve sat down in a booth and ordered.

Carol’s just telling you about the time her uncle took her flying for the first time when your phone vibrates against your leg from inside your pocket. You don’t want to seem rude so you ignore it, although now you’re wondering if it’s one of your parents or Agatha.

Your cheeks heat up and you shift, involuntarily moving the toy inside you and you choke on your drink. Carol looks concerned but you wave your head dismissively to tell her that you’re fine.

There’s another buzz against your leg and you subtly try to slide your phone from your pocket and glance at it.

It’s from Agatha and your thoughts falter when you see that it’s a video. Your brain goes to the filthiest places and you gulp down more soda to try to cool your burning body.

“So how did you and your girlfriend meet?” Carol asks and you clench around the toy at the mere mention of her.

She was married to my dad and then we started sleeping together and now they’re divorced and we’re together.

“We met…online,” you say and you feel another text message. “What about you—any romantic prospects?” The moment you bring it up, you regret it because now what if she starts doing the coy thing where she makes it really obvious that she likes you without actually saying it?

Luckily, Carol just shrugs. “I just got out of a bad break-up. We tried to do long distance but it didn't really work. Found out she had been cheating on me for about three months which was when she moved away.”

You whistle lowly. It makes sense now, why she was so weary about you and Agatha. You almost feel better—Carol’s motivations weren’t because she had a crush on you, it was because she just didn’t want you to get hurt the same way she had. You can feel your muscles relax.

“I’m sorry,” you say softly, not sure what else to add.

She smiles gratefully and then the vulnerability is gone. “Do you have any pets?”

You get another text and this time, you can’t help but look down and read it.

Mommy needs you, please, baby.

Swallowing roughly, you look back at Carol. “Um, no, no pets. My dad is allergic and now my mom just doesn't have time. I’ve always wanted a dog though. What about you?”

“I have three cats, one is a—”

You don’t hear the rest because Agatha, seemingly tired of your silence, turns on the toy and you groan and double-over because of how high the intensity is. You can vaguely perceive Carol asking if you’re alright and you nod your head and look back at her.

She’s very concerned but you have to grip onto the table so hard that your knuckles almost pop to keep from gyrating against your chair.

“Are you okay? Are you going to throw up? Do I need to call an ambulance?” Carol spitballs and the toy turns down a level, letting you breathe a little.

“No, I’m okay,” you rasp, hips quickly rutting and you bite your lip to keep a gasp from escaping. The sweet agony is killing you and you know Agatha is doing it on purpose, to send you a message. “It’s just period cramps.”

The toy stops but your chest still heaves but you’re able to think more clearly.

And then she turns it back on, but all the way down, so it’s just a low rumble pulsing through your body. There’s a metallic taste in your mouth from your teeth in your lip and you quickly lick away the blood before Carol can say anything.

You clench around the toy periodically, trying to push it deeper with just your walls, because it’s so close to exactly where you need it. Are you about to cum right here, right now, with Carol less than a yard away?

It might happen.

Your phone buzzes in time with a pulse of the toy.

Go to the bathroom.

A muffled whimper leaves your mouth and you’re too turned on to care—you shove your chair back and stand up. “I’m going to the bathroom,” you announce and Carol tells you to go firmly.

The moment the door is shut and locked behind you, thankfully a single restroom here, you moan loudly and read all the texts from Agatha.

Thought you’d like to see what I was doing while I was thinking of you.

One video attachment.

You make me so wet.

Mommy needs you, please, baby.

Go to the bathroom.

Tears prick your eyes as you silently beg for her to turn it up just so you can get some relief and with a trembling finger, you tap on the video and turn the volume up.

Fuck. Fuck. Fuckfuckfuck.

It starts with Agatha facing the floor-length mirror that she set up in the corner of her room—except now, it’s on the wall about four feet from the bed—in nothing but a short, purple, silk slip that hugs all of her curves perfectly. The veins in her hand holding the phone are prominent and it makes you salivate.

Her reflection teasingly smirks and then she walks slowly backwards until the back of her legs hits the bed and she sits down gracefully. You’re panting open-mouthed, grinding standing up against the toy because she is too fucking hot.

Agatha spreads her thighs and scooches back so she can plant her feet on the bed and when she hikes up her dress, you see in the mirror that she’s not wearing anything underneath.

You whine audibly.

She slides a hand over her cunt and then moves her phone so she’s holding it right above the juncture between her legs rather than pointing it at the mirror and you let out a strangled breath as she slides two fingers into herself.

The vibrations turn up inside you like she knows exactly what you’re doing and you clamp a hand over your mouth lest anyone walk by and hear you.

In the video, Agatha withdraws her fingers and holds them up to the camera and the light catches so you can see just how much they’re glistening. She is drenched.

“This is all for you, honey,” she says and it makes you keen. The phone stays directed on her pussy but you can hear sucking sounds and you let out a broken sound because you know she’s tasting herself.

“Fuck,” you draw out, shoving a hand into your pants to better position the toy inside you and you gasp loudly when you align it just right. Your hips are bucking wildly and you think you’re about to cum in the bathroom of this restaurant while your friend is waiting outside, very concerned for you.

Agatha’s fingers slide back into her and the squelching sounds are audible—you lift your phone to your ear, forgoing the visual for just a second, because you can still imagine that you’re the one fucking her. You can almost smell her, feel her, and she turns up the toy again and it pulls a long groan out of you.

She parts her swollen folds and pushes closer and you can see the strands of wetness connecting her pussy lips, see the slight convulsions of her walls and it makes you weak. Your knees buckle and your back slumps against the door, holding your phone like water in your hands. Her clit peeks out and she rubs at it, her hips jumping in the video.

“You make mommy so wet,” she moans and then she shoves three fingers into herself and—

The video stops.

You frantically click on the screen, hoping you accidentally just paused it, but that was the end. Before you know what you’re doing, you’re calling her and pressing your phone to your ear.

She picks up immediately and you can hear her smirk. “Hey, honey. How’s dinner going?”

You open your mouth but she turns up the toy and you sob, tension beginning to build in your stomach and simultaneously about to snap already. “Please, please, fuck, I need you—”

The vibrations increase even more and you cry out and if you weren’t in a public restroom, you would’ve collapsed to the floor by now. You really hope no one else can hear you.

“Who do you belong to?” she asks calmly.

“You, mommy, fuck, Agatha, I’m all yours,” you gasp out.

Agatha hums in approval. “Good girl. Cum for me.” And that’s all it takes for the dam to break and you fall apart right there. She keeps the vibrations going and it sends you straight into another orgasm and then it becomes too sensitive and starts to hurt so you have to beg for her to turn it off.

She does and that in itself makes you moan because the toy is still resting against your special spot and your clit and you can feel it every time you move.

“You okay?” she asks and you huff out a laugh as you look in the mirror at your ruined state. There’s not much you can do besides dampen a paper towel and run it over your face and hope Carol doesn’t notice how sweaty you’ve become, although period cramps were a good excuse.

“Yeah, I’m good,” you say and then soften. “I really miss you.”

“I know, honey. I really miss you too. But I’ll see you soon, yeah?”

You nod even though she can’t see you and you wish she was there to give you a hug and a kiss.

“Now go back out there and finish dinner,” Agatha says, teasing lilt in her voice, “and maybe I’ll send you the second part of that video.”

You’ve never obeyed anyone so quickly in your life.

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Charles

The drive to the mall was filled with easy conversation and laughter. The sun was beginning to set, casting a warm orange glow over the city as you and Charles made your way through the bustling streets. Charles had one hand on the steering wheel, the other resting on your thigh, a comfortable silence settling between the two of you.

You had planned this trip to Sephora for weeks now, eager to replenish your makeup supplies and maybe splurge on some new products. Charles had tagged along, promising to help you pick out new shades and scents, even though you knew he was more excited about the ice cream shop next door.

As you pulled into the parking lot, you felt a mischievous idea brewing in your mind. You wanted to test Charles' patience and see how he would react to a sudden, nonsensical argument. You knew it was silly, but something about the idea made you giggle internally.

Charles parked the car, and you both unbuckled your seat belts. Just as he was about to open his door, you decided to strike.

"Why do you always do that?" you snapped, turning to him with an exaggerated huff.

Charles froze, his hand still on the door handle. "Do what?" he asked, clearly puzzled by your sudden change in tone.

"You know what you did," you said, crossing your arms and glaring at him.

Charles blinked, completely taken aback. "I honestly have no idea what you're talking about, Y/N. Can you please explain?"

You let out an exasperated sigh, rolling your eyes dramatically. "Every single time we go somewhere, you always do this! It's like you don't even care!"

Charles' brow furrowed, confusion written all over his face. "What did I do? I parked the car! What's wrong with that?"

"Never mind," you said, shaking your head and opening your door. "Just forget it, Charles. I'm going to Sephora."

Before he could respond, you slammed the car door shut with a loud bang, making sure to give it an extra push for emphasis. You could see his bewildered expression through the window as you stormed off toward the mall entrance.

Charles sat in the car for a moment, trying to process what had just happened. His initial confusion slowly turned into a mix of frustration and concern. Had he really done something to upset you? He replayed the last few minutes in his mind, but nothing seemed out of the ordinary.

With a deep sigh, he got out of the car and locked it, jogging slightly to catch up with you. He found you standing in front of Sephora, arms still crossed and a pout on your lips.

"Y/N, wait," he called out, his voice a mix of irritation and worry. "Can we please talk about this?"

You turned to him, your expression softening just a fraction. "What's there to talk about, Charles? You always do this."

"Do what?" he asked, genuinely perplexed. "I really don't understand."

You bit your lip, trying to suppress a smile. "You always park too close to the other cars. It makes it hard for me to get out."

Charles' eyes widened in realization, and he let out a relieved laugh. "That's what this is about? Y/N, I'm so sorry. I didn't even think about that. I'll be more careful next time, I promise."

You felt a pang of guilt for making him worry, but the sight of his relieved smile made it worth it. You uncrossed your arms and took a step closer to him.

"Okay, fine," you said, your voice softening. "I forgive you. But you better not do it again."

Charles reached out and pulled you into a hug, his arms wrapping around you tightly. "I promise, I won't," he said, pressing a kiss to the top of your head. "Now, let's go get your makeup."

You smiled against his chest, feeling the warmth of his embrace. "And ice cream?"

"And ice cream," he agreed, pulling back to look at you with a grin. "Anything for you."

"Charles," you said, lifting your head up from his chest. "I have to confess something."

Charles looked at you with curiosity. "What is it, love?"

You took a deep breath, feeling a mix of guilt and amusement. "I wasn’t really mad at you... it was a joke. I wanted to see how you'd react."

Charles blinked in surprise, then let out a chuckle. "You little troublemaker," he said, wrapping an arm around your waist. "You had me worried there for a moment."

"I'm sorry," you said, standing on your tiptoes to give him a quick kiss. "I didn't mean to mess with your feelings. To make it up to you, how about I spoil you with whatever you want from the ice cream shop?"

Charles grinned, his eyes lighting up. "I think I can forgive you for that. As long as I get to pick the flavors."

"Deal," you said, smiling up at him. "And I'll throw in a foot massage later, too."

"Now you're talking," Charles said, giving you a playful squeeze. "Just don't make a habit of these fake arguments, alright?"

"I promise," you said, kissing him again. "No more fake arguments. Just lots of love and ice cream."

Charles laughed, pulling you close. "That's all I need."

Lewis

The sun was shining brightly as you and Lewis drove to your favorite ice cream shop. The plan was to enjoy a treat and then stroll through the nearby park. Lewis had been looking forward to this all week, a rare weekend off from the rigorous F1 schedule.

As you approached the shop, an idea formed in your mind. You decided to playfully test Lewis with a fake argument, curious to see his reaction.

Lewis parked the car smoothly, and you both unbuckled your seat belts. Just as he reached for the door handle, you pounced.

"Why do you always do that?" you asked, your tone sharp and accusing.

Lewis turned to you, his eyebrows raised in surprise. "Do what, babe?"

"Every time we go somewhere, you always find a way to make it about you," you said, crossing your arms and glaring at him.

Lewis looked genuinely puzzled. "What are you talking about, Y/N? We're getting ice cream. How is this about me?"

You sighed dramatically. "You always pick the spot to park without asking me if it's okay. It's like you don't even care about my opinion."

Lewis blinked, trying to process your sudden outburst. "I… I'm sorry, I didn't realize that bothered you. I just thought it was a good spot."

"Never mind," you said, shaking your head and opening your door. "I'm going inside."

You got out of the car and slammed the door behind you, glancing back to see Lewis sitting in stunned silence. You felt a pang of guilt but continued walking toward the ice cream shop.

Lewis quickly recovered and followed you inside, his expression a mix of confusion and concern. He caught up to you as you reached the counter.

"Y/N, wait," he said softly, touching your arm. "I'm really sorry if I upset you. I didn't mean to."

You turned to him, your annoyance melting away at the sight of his sincere eyes. "It's just… sometimes I feel like you don't consider my opinions."

Lewis nodded, his face serious. "I understand. I promise I'll be more mindful in the future. I never want you to feel like I don't care."

You smiled, feeling a rush of affection for him. "Okay, I forgive you. Now, let's get some ice cream."

Lewis grinned, pulling you into a quick hug. "Thank you. And I'll let you pick the spot next time."

As you ordered your ice cream and found a cozy spot to sit, you couldn't help but feel a bit guilty for starting the argument. But Lewis' genuine concern and quick apology made you appreciate him even more.

After a few bites of your ice cream, you decided it was time to come clean. "Lewis," you began, looking up at him with a sheepish smile.

"Yes, love?" he replied, his eyes filled with curiosity.

"I have a confession to make," you said, feeling a bit nervous. "That argument just now… it was a joke. I was bored and I just wanted to see how you'd react."

Lewis stared at you for a moment, then burst into laughter. "You really had me there, Y/N! I was so worried I did something wrong."

"I'm sorry," you said, reaching out to hold his hand. "I didn't mean to mess with your feelings. To make it up to you, how about I get you that perfume you wanted from Dior?”

Lewis' eyes sparkled with amusement and affection. "You don't have to spoil me, love. But I'll take you up on that offer. And maybe a massage later?"

"Absolutely," you said, leaning in to kiss him softly. "Anything for you."

Max

The drive to the mall was filled with excitement. Max had promised to help you pick out a new pair of sneakers, and you were looking forward to spending the day together. As you approached the mall, you decided to prank Max. Max parked the car, and you both unbuckled your seat belts. As he reached for his phone to check the time, you decided to that’s was your “issue”.

"Why do you always do that?" you asked, your tone sharp and accusing.

Max looked up at you, clearly puzzled. "Do what?"

"You always check your phone right when we arrive somewhere," you said, crossing your arms. "It's like you're more interested in your phone than spending time with me."

Max blinked, taken aback. "I was just checking the time, Y/N. I didn't mean anything by it."

"It feels like you're always distracted," you continued, pretending to be upset. "Like I have to compete for your attention."

Max's expression softened with concern. "I'm sorry if it feels that way. I promise I'm here with you, 100%. I just wanted to make sure we weren't late."

"Never mind," you said, opening your door. "I'm going inside."

You slammed the car door behind you and walked toward the mall entrance, leaving Max sitting there, clearly confused and worried. You glanced back to see him frowning, running a hand through his hair.

Max quickly got out of the car and caught up with you. "Y/N, wait. Did I really do something wrong?"

You turned to him, trying to keep a straight face. "It's just frustrating when it feels like I'm not your priority."

Max sighed deeply, his eyes full of regret. "I'm so sorry. I'll make sure to put my phone away and focus on us. I never want you to feel like you're second to anything."

You felt a wave of guilt but maintained your act. "Okay, fine. Just don't let it happen again."

Max nodded earnestly. "I promise. Let's go find those sneakers."

As you both wandered through the mall, Max was extra attentive, making sure to engage in conversation and keep his phone tucked away. You started to feel bad for starting the fake argument but were also touched by his efforts.

As soon as you neared the sneaker store, you decided it was time to come clean. "Max," you said, looking at him with a small smile.

"Yeah?" he replied, his eyes full of concern.

"I need to tell you something," you said, feeling a bit nervous. "I was just messing with you earlier, I was never mad at you for checking your phone. I just wanted to prank you and see how you'd react."

Max stared at you for a moment before chuckling softly. "I was so worried I did something to upset you. You really had me there, baby."

"I'm sorry," you said, reaching out to hold his hand. "I didn't mean to mess with your feelings. To make it up to you, how about I buy you anything you want from the next store?"

Max's eyes lit up with amusement. "You don't have to, but I won't say no to that offer."

"And I'll bake you your favorite cookies later," you added, leaning in to kiss him softly. "Anything to make it up to you."

Max grinned, pulling you into a hug. "Sounds like a perfect evening to me baby."

Lando

The drive to the electronics store was filled with excitement. Lando had been talking about getting a pc setup and you were looking forward to helping him pick one out. As you pulled into the parking lot, you decided to play a little prank on Lando.

Lando parked the car, and you both unbuckled your seat belts. Just as he was about to step out, you struck.

"Why do you always do that?" you asked, your tone sharp and accusing.

Lando turned to you, genuinely confused. "Do what?"

"You always take forever to decide on things," you said, crossing your arms. "It's like you can't make up your mind about anything."

Lando blinked, clearly taken aback. "I just like to weigh my options. What's wrong with that?"

"It feels like you're wasting time," you said, pretending to be annoyed. "Like you don't care about getting things done quickly."

Lando's expression shifted from confusion to concern. "I'm sorry if it bothers you. I just want to make sure we make the right choice."

"Never mind," you said, opening your door. "I'm going inside."

You slammed the car door behind you and walked toward the store, leaving Lando sitting there, clearly puzzled and a bit hurt. You glanced back to see him frowning, trying to figure out what just happened.

Lando quickly got out of the car and caught up with you. "Y/N, wait, what are you so mad? I don’t understand. Did I really do something wrong?"

You turned to him, trying to keep a straight face. "It's just frustrating when it feels like you can't make a decision."

Lando sighed, running a hand through his hair. "I didn't realize it was an issue. I'll try to be quicker next time, I promise."

You felt a pang of guilt but maintained your act. "Okay, fine. Just don't let it happen again."

Lando nodded earnestly. "I promise. Let's go."

As you both wandered through the store, you decided it was time to come clean. "Lando," you said, looking at him with a small smile.

"Yeah?" he replied, his eyes full of concern.

"I need to tell you something," you said, feeling a bit nervous. "I’m not mad that you take time to weigh out your options. It’s one of the things I love about you! I was just bored and decided to play a prank on you."

Lando stared at you for a moment before bursting out laughing. "Y/N….you had me so worried. I was like “What the fuck?! Why is she mad?!’ I was so worried I did something to upset you, I was about to take you to Marc Jacobs to get you that purse and perfume you wanted."

"I'm sorry," you said, reaching out to hold his hand. "I didn't mean to mess with your feelings. To make it up to you, how about I buy you with anything you want from a store of your choosing?"

Lando's eyes lit up with amusement. "You don't have to, but I won't say no to that offer."

"And I'll give you a special massage later," you added, leaning in to kiss him softly on his neck.

Lando grinned, pulling you into a hug. "How about we go home now for that massage hmm."

"Nope, we have to get our things first! And then we can go home." you said, smiling at him and winking.

Carlos

The drive to the new restaurant you both had been eager to try was filled with excitement. Carlos had been talking about the place for weeks, and you were looking forward to a nice dinner together. As you pulled into the parking lot, you decided to test Carlos's patience with a fake argument.

Carlos parked the car, and you both unbuckled your seat belts. Just as he reached for his wallet, you struck.

"Why do you always do that?" you asked, your tone sharp and accusing.

Carlos turned to you, genuinely puzzled. "Do what?"

"You always insist on paying for everything," you said, crossing your arms. "It's like you don't think I can take care of myself."

Carlos blinked, clearly taken aback. "I just want to treat you. What's wrong with that?"

"It feels like you're undermining my independence," you continued, pretending to be upset. "Like you don't think I can contribute."

Carlos's expression shifted from confusion to mild annoyance. "Y/N, this is ridiculous. I'm just trying to help."

You opened your mouth to continue, but Carlos cut you off. He leaned over, his hand gripping your neck gently but firmly, pulling you close. His eyes bore into yours with a mix of authority and affection.

"I don't want to hear that nonsense," he said, his voice low and commanding. "I pay for everything and will always pay for everything. You're my girl, and I love to spoil you and buy you whatever you want. Complain all you want, but nothing is changing. Anything that has a price on it, I buy it. Not you. End of discussion."

Before you could respond, Carlos pressed his lips against yours in a rough, passionate kiss that left you breathless. When he pulled back, he released your neck and stepped out of the car, leaving you stunned. A moment later, he came around to your side, opened the door, and helped you out, his hand gently guiding you.

You were still silent as you walked towards the restaurant, your mind racing from the intensity of the moment. Finally, you found your voice. "That was hot... really, really hot…and sexy. I think…I wet myself a little bit."

Carlos laughed, his eyes twinkling with amusement. He leaned down and kissed your forehead. "Good to know," he whispered in your ear, his hand giving your ass a playful slap. "Just wait until later, baby. I'll show you more of what you like."

Oscar

The drive to the new amusement park was filled with excitement. Oscar had been talking about going on the latest roller coasters for weeks, and you were looking forward to a fun-filled day together. As you pulled into the parking lot, you decided to play a little prank on Oscar to see how he would react.

Oscar parked the car, and you both unbuckled your seat belts. Just as he reached for his backpack, you struck.

“Why do you always do that?” you asked, your tone sharp and accusing.

Oscar looked up at you, genuinely confused. “Do what?”

“You always decide which rides we go on first,” you said, crossing your arms. “It’s like you don’t think I can pick something fun.”

Oscar blinked, clearly taken aback. “I just thought you liked the same rides as me. What’s wrong with that?”

“It feels like you don’t trust my choices,” you continued, pretending to be upset. “Like my voice doesn't matter.”

Oscar’s expression shifted from confusion to concern. “I didn’t realize you felt that way. I’m sorry if it seemed like I was ignoring your feelings baby.”

“Well, it does,” you said, opening your door. “Maybe you should think about that.”

Oscar quickly got out of the car and came around to your side, gently grabbing your arm to stop you. “Y/N, wait. I really didn’t mean to upset you. Can we talk about this?”

You turned to him, trying to keep a straight face but starting to feel bad about the prank. “Oscar, it’s just frustrating when it feels like you don’t consider my choices.”

Oscar sighed, running a hand through his hair. “I had no idea you felt this way. From now on, we’ll make all the decisions together. I promise.”

You couldn’t keep up the act any longer and burst into laughter. “Oscar, I’m so sorry baby. It was just a prank. I wanted to see how you’d react.”

Oscar stared at you for a moment before chuckling softly. “You really had me there, Y/N. I was so scared that I really messed up.”

“I’m sorry,” you said, reaching out to hold his hand. “I didn’t mean to mess with your feelings. I just wanted to see what you’d do.”

Oscar grinned, pulling you into a hug. “Well, you got me good. But next time, maybe pick a less heart-stopping prank, okay?”

You laughed, feeling relieved that he wasn’t mad. “Deal. Now, let’s go enjoy the carnival?”

Oscar nodded, his eyes twinkling with amusement. “Absolutely. And you can choose the first ride.”

“We are definitely doing the Kingda Ka roller coaster first.” you said with a smile on your face.

As you walked towards the entrance of the amusement park, you knew the day was going to be filled with laughter, thrills, and unforgettable moments.

Sebastian

The drive to the new bookstore was filled with excitement. Sebastian had been talking about a new release he was eager to get his hands on, and you were looking forward to spending some quiet time browsing the shelves together. As you pulled into the parking lot, you decided to test his patience with a fake argument.

Seb parked the car, and you both unbuckled your seat belts. Just as he reached for his reusable shopping bag, you struck.

“Why do you always do that?” you asked, your tone sharp and accusing.

Seb looked up at you, genuinely puzzled. “Do what?”

“You always insist on carrying everything,” you said, crossing your arms. “It’s like you don’t think I’m strong enough to help.”

Seb blinked, clearly taken aback. “I just want to make it easier for you. What’s wrong with that?”

“It feels like you don’t think I can handle it,” you continued, pretending to be upset. “Like you don’t trust me to carry my weight.”

Seb’s expression shifted from confusion to mild annoyance. “Y/N, this is ridiculous. I’m just trying to help.”

You opened your mouth to continue, but Seb interrupted you. “Enough, baby. Arguing about this is pointless. I’m going to carry the bags because I want to. And I like taking care of you. Deal with it.”

Before you could respond, Sebastian grabbed your hair gently but firmly and pulled you into a rough kiss. His lips pressed against yours with an intensity that made your heart race. When he finally pulled back, he looked into your eyes with a mixture of authority and affection.

“Understand?” he asked softly.

You nodded, still a bit breathless. “Yes, sir.”

Sebastian smiled and released his hold on your hair, his eyes softening. “Good. Now, let’s go find that book.”

Jenson

The drive to the local farmer’s market was filled with anticipation. Jenson had been excited to pick out fresh ingredients for dinner, and you were looking forward to spending a relaxing afternoon together. As you pulled into the parking lot, you decided to test his patience with a fake argument.

Jenson parked the car, and you both unbuckled your seat belts. Just as he reached for his shopping list, you struck.

“Why do you always do that?” you asked, your tone sharp and accusing.

Jenson looked up at you, genuinely puzzled. “Do what?”

“You always decide what we’re having for dinner and pick out all the ingredients,” you said, crossing your arms. “It’s like you don’t think I can handle it or make a decision.”

Jenson blinked, clearly taken aback. “I just want to make sure we have a great meal. What’s wrong with that?”

“It feels like you don’t trust my cooking skills,” you continued, pretending to be upset. “Like my preferences don’t matter.”

Jenson’s expression shifted from confusion to mild annoyance. “Y/N, this is ridiculous. I’m just trying to make sure tonight’s meal is special.”

You opened your mouth to continue, but Jenson interrupted you. He leaned over, his hand gripping your neck gently but firmly, pulling you close. His eyes bore into yours with a mix of authority and affection.

“I don’t want to hear that nonsense,” he said, his voice low and commanding. “I pick the ingredients and plan the meals because I enjoy doing it for us. Plus, this argument is stupid because you cooked dinner for us two days ago.”

Before you could respond, Jenson pressed his lips against yours in a rough, passionate kiss that left you breathless. When he pulled back, he released your neck and stepped out of the car, leaving you stunned. A moment later, he came around to your side, opened the door, and helped you out, his hand gently guiding you.

As you walked toward the market, you found your voice. “I didn’t expect that reaction. It lowkey turned me on.”

Jenson turned to you with a smirk on his face, “Lowkey?”

“Okay, yes that definitely turned me on.” you said, turning away shyly.

Jenson chuckled, his eyes twinkling with amusement. “Well, I guess I really know how to handle you then.”

You smiled, feeling butterflies in your stomach. “It was just a prank, but if that’s how you’re going to react, I definitely have to pull some more.”

Jenson laughed, shaking his head. “Oh, you don’t need to, baby. You get me like this just by being yourself.”

You grinned, feeling a warmth spread through you. “Are you sure we need to cook dinner? I’m sure we can just go home now and do something very, very important first. We can order some takeout after.”

Jenson smirked, his eyes darkening with desire. “As much as I would love that, we are cooking this meal. But after we’re done, we will definitely do that something.”

He winked at you, making your heart race with anticipation.

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pedge-page · 7 months ago

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does tommy ever feel the wrath of joel’s pregnant wife or does she reserve that specifically for joel? I feel like tommy would get on her nerves a little bit 😂

I was waiting for someone to ask this! Tbh I think preggo wife saves her wrath for Joel simply because shes comfortable with him and can relax and let her guard down. With Tommy alone....

Tommy Dealing with Preggo Wife

Warnings: just language and Joel and Wife being insecure in their own (slightly toxic) ways

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You were super pregnant at this point. A couple weeks away from making Joel a doting husband to a doting father, and he was probably more on edge than you were. Your anxious little poor husband Joel, freaking out that he needed to take a weekend trip away, and the only person he can rely to watch over you--

"I don't need to be fucking baby sat--!"

-- his sweet, helpless, innocent little pregnant wife, is unfortunately, Tommy.

"Ok listen very carefully," Joel starts, now having Tommy's full attention like he's about to ask him to do his first heart transplant. "She doesn't go anywhere unless you decide. She eats what you put in front of her, and you don't take her shit. She's gonna be bitchy and whiny and crying. She needs to rest. Rub her shoulder, put her feet up, whatever. But you gotta tough through and just make sure she understands that you're in charge. And what you say, goes. Got it?"

He knows Joel is relying on him to take care of his most precious belonging...who also is the devil. "Ok...ok. I mean it's like a... like watching a toddler, right?" Tommy asks, unsure about the whole thing.

"Yeah... a pregnant one that weighs more than ya and swears and probably will slap you a lot."

Joel smacks Tommy's shoulder lovingly with an encouraging smile.

Tommy feels even more hesitant. but he knows that he just needs to channel his inner Joel this weekend: stern, unmoving, and commanding, and he'll do just fine navigating you.

Joel hugs you real tight and kisses your forehead, inhaling your hair deeply as if to etch it into his brain. "I love you, baby, I'm gonna miss you so--"

"Later fucker." you pat his bum and wave him off as you waddle away in his large T shirt towards the freezer drawer, pulling out a Ben and Jerry's fudge pint with wet lips and a grin.

Tommy shrugs and helps Joel out to the truck with his bag. he waves goodbye as his brother backs out the driveway, shouting "YOU'RE IN CHARGE!"

I'm in charge, I'm in charge, he chants to himself, taking a deep breath before entering your house again.

"Alright!" he claps his hands together awkwardly but with a tone leadership. "We are going to stay in bed today,"

"Mall," you grump though a big scoop of ice cream.

"W-what?"

"M'goin ta mall. Yur takin mee," you nod towards him casually, gulping another spoon.

"uhh-h." Tommy looks around anxiously. Was this part of the test? He should put his foot down, yeah, Joel said you go no where unless Tommy explicitly said so. "N-no."

you swallow. "'Scuse me?"

"N-no? I mean... no! I said, we are putting you in bed, and what i say, go--"

"Thomas Miller," you say, and an eerie sense of fear swallows Tommy, sending shivers all over his body. Despite the 90 degree forecast, its like someone just tossed his insides into a freezer, and you were locking him in.

"Y-yes...maam," he whispers, feeling small.

"We can either do this... the hard way," you tilt your head with a sinister gaze towards him, as if referencing that bit of "Joel" he's trying to channel inside. "Or, we can do this... my way." The way you smile at the end is somehow even more threatening than the chilled tone you're having with him.

It was like when he and Joel broke his grandma's vase, and rather than yelling at them, she had the exact same terrifyingly threatening voice, and it made Tommy sleep with one eye open for a week.

"What will it be, Thomas."

He remembers to breathe shakily through his nose, licking his parched lower lip.

He doesn't want to be known as the guy who got beat up by his pregnant sister in law.

"Do you want a pretzel?" you ask kindly.

"Ah... no--no that's okay--"

"I'm getting you one, honey, just say Thank you."

"Okay. T-thank you."

Tommy bites into the cinnamon sugar one with the extra glaze you had ordered, and he had never felt such sweet heaven.

"Joel used to yell at me for my sweet tooth," he admits as the two of you stuff your faces and waltz slowly down the mall halls.

"Me too!" you bump his shoulder heartily.

Tommy lets out a relaxed sigh. From the moment he agreed to do whatever it was you wanted, the weekend had been fantastic. Turns out, you're not only super fun to blast kareoke to the worst songs in the car, but also all full of warmth, laughter, and even more suprisingly, extremely generous at offering to spoil him rotten like a mother with her favorite child.

"What can I make you for dinner?"

"Wha--no I'm supposed to cook for you--"

"Tommy stop please. I want to make you something. You have to be stuck with me all day walking like a slow penguin. I want to do something for you. You deserve it. "

You hadn't noticed Tommy pausing along your walk, watching you in awe as you waddled about, gently caressing your tummy absentmindedly as you window shopped.

This was the demon that Joel complained about every hour of the day???

And even more concerning was: how did someone like JOEL manage to score a girl like YOU???

You were so peaceful, generous, kind, loving, all smiles and willing to take care of him.

Was he doing everything right or everything wrong?

The two of you return home, with Tommy hauling more gifts that you had bought him. He really wasn't able to protest, with you somehow disappearing from sight conveniently, to his horror that he somehow lost you like a puppy in the park, and then finding you suddenly swiping your card at a register.

He should feel bad, truly, but you were just in such a good mood, he didn't want to seem ungrateful. And he also.... really liked all of it.

"Oh these are so fuckin nice!" He cheers, pulling out the new sneakers you had just bought in it's wrapping paper. "Mine are--"

"Old and ratty, yes I know that's why I bought them. Sick of your nasty shoes trailing my house--"

"S-sorry--"

"Bought you some fuzzy slippers too so you can switch out when you come in."

"Im not really a slippers guy..."

"You are now."

You ended up making a quick spaghetti, slapping him away every time he tried to hover in the kitchen. "I wanna stand! good exercise!" you nod with a smile.

And it seemed like you meant it. Despite babyzilla cooking and ready to burst out, you were light on your feet in the kitchen. Like a ballerina dancing and swaying, you hummed to a tune in your head as you tasted the sauce on the spatula. You were in the zone, in your world. and it was genuinely... beautiful. He understood it now, when people say pregnant women glow. the entire time, Joel always said you did, but he only ever saw how tired the pregnancy made the both of you.

Was... Joel the problem?

After a hearty dinner, Tommy washed up the dishes. You said your goodnights and headed to your master bedroom, tucked in, and lights off just as Tommy gathered his pillows down the hall in the guest bedroom.

He sighs, laying on his belly and inhaling the fresh linen before closing his eyes.

Not more than a few moments pass before he hears some sniffles down the hall. Then again, a cough and whine.

He sits up and heads down to your room, the door cracked and dark. he flips the light switch on to see you sitting upright in your bed, rubbing your eyes.

"You okay?" he asks softly.

"M'good!" you give him two thumbs up. "Night!"

He nods and flips the switch off again, turning away. he doesn't make it two steps before he hears your unmistakable crying.

He turns the lights back on to see you wiping fat tears from your cheeks, sobbing into your shirt--Joel's shirt.

"Hey...what's wrong? Are you okay? ya in pain? What can I--"

You pull your face up, lips trembling and all tear soaken. He sees your clutching one of Joel's jackets in your hands, wrapped tightly like you don't want it to leave you. A completely emotional mess as you huff and puff.

He puts the pieces together. "Ya miss Joel, don't you--"

"I MISS HIMMMMMM!!!!!!!!" you wail, erupting into a long cry into the air with slunked shoulders and larger tears strolling down from the creases of your closed eyes.

He tightens his lips awkwardly, not wanting to let out a chuckles. Turns out big scary pregnant "later fucker" wife really did love that dumbass. Its also probably the first time he sees bags under your eyes, like you were hiding your exhaustion. When Joel is around, you almost never looked tired. Just pouty and groutchy like a spoiled senior cat.

Maybe Joel wasnt the problem, but the solution. He knew how to take care of you, knew what you needed when you needed it, knew when to put his foot down, and even when hed watch you two bicker and bitch, joel knew exactly how to get you in bed wrapped around him like gumby. Every. Single. Night.

He rubs your arm soothingly.

"Why"-hiccup--"did he"--sniffle--"leave me!"

"He aint leave ya, just had some work."

"HE HATES ME!!!!!!!!!"

He shakes his head, knowing you're inconsolable. rather than trying to reason, he brings you to his shoulder so you can cry your heart out on him as he hugs you. "There there," he hums, swaying you two side to side.

like a crying toddler indeed.

"M'sorry," you whimper, rubbing your eyes with your balled fists. "Wakin' you up, me crying like this. I can't--I can't help it some times..." your voice waivers, face warm in embarrassment that you're burdening Tommy so much.

"Don't sweat it. You did a lot today. Can I get you anything to cheer you up?" he suggests, expecting a trip down to the freezer for a nice tub of Ben and Jerry's Ice Cr--

"Can you get the jar of pickles?"

That...is fine too.

He brings up the largest jar of dill pickles he's ever seen in his life, sets them in your lap. He pops open the sturdy lid for your eager fingers to pull a long dill out and slink it into your lips. the satisfying crunch echoes in the room as you munch.

You start crying again. "I Fucking HATE Pickles!" you groan angrily before taking another generous crunch with a confusingly delightful hum. "Like--I hate it, but they're good?"

He chuckles, taking a piece. He pauses, eying you fearfully as if he made a wrong move not asking your permissions to take one of your hated yet coveted pickles. You nod, and the two of you crunch down on the peculiar snack.

"It's probably from the baby..."

"Fuckin' weirdo." you pat the rounded hump of your tummy and swallow the rest of your slice. Though, the way you stroke along the skin so delicately with a little smirk, he knows you're already in love with your "fuckin weirdo" baby more than anyone could love anything in this world.

Tommy never really thought about the word "uncle" until this moment, and the first emotion he has to associate it with, is excitement.

"Mkay. I'm done now." You hold the jar out to him so he can close it. "Thank you, Tommy," you say sweetly with the gentlest, sleepiest smile. "I really appreciate it."

THIS IS THE ANGEL JOEL HAS THE NERVES TO COMPLAIN ABOUT????

He swears, if Joel comes back and calls him up later saying how insufferable you are, he may just have to size up and smack his big brother.

Tommy pats your head, tucks you in again and turns of the lights.

The next day you make Tommy take you to breakfast and get him as many pancakes and French toast he can stuff his face with. A spoiled little brother indeed, and as he swallows another lump of the best breakfast eggs he's ever had, he wonders how sweet life would have been with a big sister like you spoiling him every day instead of Joel making him do chores and shit.

Its not until Joel is meeting the two of you at a lunch spot that Tommy remembers exactly what Joel always groans about.

"Hi baby!" He grins, rushing to give you a big hug for the first time in two days.

And despite your crying for him last night, you only retort with "sup fucker" casually and near bored, as if you weren't sniffing his jacket and Wagging your imaginary tail in disguise.

Joel purses his lips sarcastically, knowing you mean well, and Tommy laughs. You two definitely understood each other way better than he thought.

"Im gonna wash my hands, you two get a table," Joel says, and disappears down the back entrance.

Your waitress greets you just as Tommy is helping you slide down into the booth, big baby belly and all.

"Just three waters, please,"

"And a pepsi! Lots of ice. Two pepsis actually. And bread. And maybe like uh milkshake to start off?--"

The waitress glances at Tommy with a raised brow, wondering if you're genuine or not. He shrugs and nods, noting "she's pretty far along if ya can tell."

"My older sister was the same way. I'll get that in. You two...sorry I shouldn't say it but you two make a cute couple--" she says kindly.

Unfortunately, its exactly at the same Joel returns and hears that last bit, directed towards you and Tommy.

She walks away just as you catch Joels bewildered expression, conveniently with Tommy's hand on your bump and another around your lower back (supporting you into the booth of course but JOEL doesn't see it that way with this new context).

You and Tommy open your mouths to dismiss the claim and misunderstanding, but ever defensive Joel just shoves Tommy aside, slides into your booth next to you and slams your hand into his lap, his bear paws enclosed around yours. Tommy quietly slides into the opposite end, met with Joels flaring nostrils and billowing steam coming out of them.

The younger Miller realizes that slapping some sense into Joel and "sizing him up" was a total pipe dream. He'd be lucky to live long enough to an uncle at this point.

You gotta defend your poor brother in law. "The waitress just saw--"

"Cute couple, huh," he seethe with gritted teeth his entire seething focus at Tommy rather than paying any mind to you.

"Joel stop, Tommy was REALLY great to me this weekend--"

"Oh I BET he was," he grunts, turning towards you with a scowl. "S'that why he got new shoes on?" Joel damn well knows Tommy didn't just pony up and buy new shit for himself this weekend, given he refuses to buy himself anything new for years past it's expiration.

Tommy knows he's never allowed to baby sit you alone again at this rate.

"She was crying last night saying how much she missed ya," Tommy blurts.

You kick his shin under the table, not wanting to let Joel know what a pathetic groveling mess--

"Wait really!?" he nuzzles closer to your, as if all the anger in his body dissipated at the notion his poor little wife was calling out for her hubby.

Tommy chuckles and nods. "We shared some pickles in bed, ain't that right?"

You slap your face just as Joel rears his once again flaring red face towards Tommy. "You did WHAT in WHERE????"

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lesmiix · 3 months ago

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hii!! could you write hcs/oneshot of hyun-ju finding out reader has a daughter? like how she would react and bond with her?

have a lovely day/night!! ❤️

Hyun-ju finding out you have a daughter!

Hyun-ju x Fem!reader

Summary: You started dating Hyun-ju not so long ago, but she still doesn't know you have a daughter.

a/n: OMG THIS IS SOOOO CUTE Thank you so much for this request!!!

Hyun-ju requests are OPEN

You would have told Hyun-ju about your daughter not too long after you two have started dating, maybe 3-4 weeks later.

Wether you told her accidentally or directly.

"So, uhh... Hyun-ju, there's something I really need to tell you." You said nervously, playing with your hands, you really didn't want to take too long on telling her that little secret, so you decided to tell her right after having dinner in a really nice restaurant.

"Sure, what is it?" She asked, seeing the nervoursness in your face.

"I... uh... I had a boyfriend some years ago, it was not the best relationship but we were too immature to realize what we were doing so... I ended up getting pregnant and..." You chuckled a bit. "When I told him about it, we had a really bad fight and then he just dissapeared. I didn't have the guts to abort her, so... well... I understand if you want us to stop having all of these little dates." You couldn't stare at her in the eyes, fearing to see any disgust or dissapointment look on her face.

After some seconds of silence, you heard a soft giggle.

"That's okay, pretty girl, I don't have any problem with that so, can you tell me more about her?" She said after letting a small peak on your soft lips.

She would be the best mother ever, as a result of her childhood traumas, she wouldn't want your daughter to go through the same tough stuff as her did, so she would always make sure that the little girl knew she could trust her 2 mommies.

She'd help you preparing her food, and if she was still a baby and you were not at home, she'd be the most delicate while preparing the milk, always being really carefull with the temperature. If you decided to breastfeed her, she would silently watch you both with a cute smirk on her face, resting her head on your shoulder, wondering what has she done to deserve such a beautiful family.

Hyun-ju doesn't really like to stay at home all day everyday, so she would make plans for the three of you, like going to an aquarium, amusment parks, small trips on close cities or simply going shopping to the mall.

She truly loved spending time watching movies or playing hide and seek with your daughter, even though sometimes you and your girlfriend needed some privacity and hired a babysitter for the night.

Before you moved in together, if you had to work until very late, you'd call her to ask if she could babysit your daughter for a while until you got home.

"Hey, my love, I'm going to stay a little longer at work tonight, is it okay if I asked you to babysit Sheila? I'll try to finish as soon as I can, I won't take too long, maybe three hours more, I guess... I just have a ton of paperwork to fi-" You couldn't even finish your sentence as she cut you off.

"Baby, it's okay, take the time you need, I'm on my way"

As Hyun-ju doesn't have contact with her parents anymore, you would spend christmas with your family.

She would be this kind of "respectful parenting" mom, like, she would NEVER raise her voice or her hand at her, but NEVER NEVER NEVER, doesn't matter how bad your daughter screwed up. They would have a long chat if she did something bad, but Hyun-ju would speak to her very softly.

Overall, she would be the greatest mother your daughter could have ever had.

a/n: AWW I loved how this turned out!! 😭

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angelnoe9 · 29 days ago

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Love beyond Deepspace

Chapter 6: Underwater Serenade

Summary of the chapter:

A peaceful day. Shopping with friends, laughter echoing through the streets, and a visit to the aquarium, where the world feels calm and serene. The colors of the ocean swirl around you, and everything feels perfect.

Then, out of nowhere, a warm hug from behind—a surprise in the midst of tranquility. It feels like the start of something beautiful. Could this be the beginning of an aquarium date?

𓇼🐚𓇼🐚𓇼🐚𓇼🐚𓇼🐚𓇼🐚𓇼🐚𓇼🐚𓇼🐚𓇼🐚𓇼🐚𓇼🐚𓇼🐚

The soft click of your suitcase wheels follows you as you make your way through the airport terminal, the sterile lighting and distant chatter oddly comforting. You're back. Really back.

After collecting your luggage, you step out into the open air, the city greeting you with the bustle of taxis, honking cars, and people on the move. It’s jarring—this contrast between the quiet intensity of Skyhaven and the grounded, ordinary chaos of the real world.

You slide into the back seat of a taxi, giving the driver the name of your hotel. As the car pulls away from the curb, you take out your phone and dial your friends.

“Hey!” one of them answers almost immediately, her voice bright with excitement. “You finally landed?”

You smile. “Yeah, just got in. On my way to the hotel now. You guys there already?”

“Yep! Room’s amazing. We were just waiting for you to start the real fun.”

A flutter of excitement warms your chest—shopping, sightseeing, food hopping—it all feels like a welcome distraction. Something simple. Something normal.

“Good. I need a change of pace,” you laugh, watching the city blur past the window.

But as much as you try to ground yourself in the moment, a part of you lingers elsewhere—in a gravity-defying world, where a certain colonel still lingers at the edge of your thoughts.

The taxi rolls to a stop in front of the hotel—modern, tall, and glass-paneled, reflecting the fading light of day. You thank the driver, grab your suitcase, and make your way through the rotating doors into the lobby.

Cool air hits your face, scented faintly with something floral. The lobby buzzes with soft conversation and the occasional ring of a bell. After checking in and getting your room key, you head toward the elevator, your heart picking up a little.

A ding, sliding doors, a short ride up—and then you’re standing outside your friends’ room. The moment the door swings open, you're pulled into a flurry of excited voices and warm hugs.

“There she is!” “Took you long enough!” “Okay, spill—how was your flight? Did you sleep the whole way like you always do?”

You laugh, wheeling your bag into the room. “Yeah… something like that.”

They’re already sprawled across the beds and armchairs, half-unpacked bags, a pile of snacks on the table, and shopping brochures scattered around. The room is cozy, the kind of place that promises fun and memories.

“We’ve got a whole list of places to check out tomorrow,” one of them grins, waving her phone. “There’s a street market a few blocks away and a mall with crazy spring sales.”

“Plus,” another chimes in, “we found a café with the cutest latte art. We’re going today.”

You nod, already feeling the buzz of excitement. “Let me freshen up, and I’m all in.”

This was what you came for—new places, spontaneous plans, and time with the people who made everything fun.

After settling into your room, you grab a quick shower, eager to shake off the exhaustion from the flight. The warm water helps clear your mind, but you can’t shake the excitement buzzing inside you. It’s been too long since you’ve had a trip like this—just you and your friends, exploring new places and living in the moment.

You step out of the bathroom and slip into comfortable clothes, then sit at the vanity. Your suitcase is open on the bed, filled with clothes you can’t wait to wear. But first, a little bit of makeup to put some life back into your face.

You start with a lightweight foundation, blending it smoothly across your skin, and then reach for the blush, giving your cheeks a natural flush. You swipe on a bit of mascara to make your eyes pop and finish off with a soft pink lipstick, something casual yet fresh. You glance at the mirror, satisfied with the results, your reflection looking just the right amount of put-together without feeling overdone.

With a few final touches, you gather your things, ready to step out into the city. The buzz of your phone vibrates on the dresser, a message from your friend: "Hurry up! We’re starving over here!"

You laugh to yourself and grab your jacket, throwing it over your shoulder as you head out the door.

The hotel lobby is bustling with activity, and you can feel the energy in the air. Your friends are already waiting for you in the lobby, chatting excitedly about the day’s plans. One of them checks their watch. “Finally! We were about to send a search party for you!”

“Sorry, sorry,” you laugh, “I had to make sure I wasn’t going out looking like I just got off a plane.”

They nod approvingly, eyeing your outfit and makeup. “You look great! Now, let’s get some coffee.”

You all step outside into the warm, bustling street, the city’s charm drawing you in instantly. The sun is setting, casting a golden hue over everything as the sky deepens into soft shades of pink and orange. A slight evening breeze ruffles the leaves in the trees, carrying the scent of freshly baked bread and distant flowers through the air.

“It’s perfect,” one of your friends comments, taking in the beauty of the evening as you all walk down the street.

As you make your way toward the café, the streets come alive with the warm glow of streetlights flickering on. The hum of evening chatter, the distant sound of music from nearby stores, and the occasional honk of a car make the city feel alive in a way that’s almost magical. It’s as though the whole place is winding down from a busy day, settling into the relaxing pace of night.

After a short walk, you arrive at a charming little café tucked between two shops, its exterior decorated with colorful flower boxes and ivy. The sign swings gently in the wind, a handwritten menu on a chalkboard outside. You can already smell the freshly brewed coffee and pastries wafting from inside.

“Let’s grab a table by the window,” one of your friends suggests, leading the way into the cozy café.

Inside, the atmosphere is inviting—low lighting, soft music playing in the background, and the comforting smell of roasted beans. You order a cappuccino and a croissant, settling into the window seat with your friends as the world outside continues to move at its usual pace.

As you take a sip of your drink, the warmth and comfort of the moment settles in. This is exactly what you needed.

The conversation flows easily—catching up on old times, swapping stories, and laughing about the little things that only friends can understand. Outside the window, people stroll by, but for now, you’re content just being here, in the present, with your friends, enjoying this quiet moment before the next adventure.

The evening breeze slips in through the open window, carrying with it the soft hum of the city. Laughter fills the air as you all exchange stories, each one more ridiculous than the last. The familiarity of it is comforting, grounding you in the warmth of friendship.

"I can't believe it's been so long since we were all together like this," one of your friends says, sipping their drink. "Feels like just yesterday we were planning this trip."

You nod in agreement, the weight of the words settling in. It's easy to get caught up in the rush of life, but moments like these remind you to appreciate the simple joys of being with people who truly understand you.

For a brief moment, your mind drifts to your best friend—the one who couldn’t make it because they’re still in rehab. You hope they're doing okay, but the thought brings a quiet sadness. You wish they were here with you, sharing in the laughter, the sights, the little moments.

The barista brings over a tray of desserts, setting down a plate of chocolate croissants and a selection of cakes. You reach for a slice, savoring the delicate sweetness. It’s the kind of indulgence that feels earned after a day of travel and excitement.

"You know, we should totally hit that market tomorrow," another friend suggests, pulling you out of your thoughts. "They’ve got all these handmade goods, and I heard they’re selling these gorgeous scarves. Perfect souvenirs."

You grin at the thought of spending tomorrow exploring. “Count me in. Shopping, sightseeing, all of it. We’ve got to make the most of this trip.”

The conversation shifts to the itinerary, and as you listen to your friends, a sense of excitement fills you again. Tomorrow is another day of adventure, another chance to explore, and you can’t wait to dive in.

The rest of the evening passes in a comfortable haze of laughter, good food, and light conversation. As the last rays of sunlight begin to fade, the café starts to empty, the evening crowd giving way to a quieter, more relaxed atmosphere. The gentle hum of conversation is replaced by the soft clink of dishes being cleared and the faint jingle of a passing bicycle bell.

You glance at the time and realize that it’s getting late, though you’re reluctant to leave the cozy ambiance of the café. Still, the thought of exploring more of the city tomorrow keeps you energized.

“We should probably head back soon," one of your friends suggests, glancing at the time. "We’ve got an early start tomorrow, and we don’t want to miss out on anything."

You nod, a small wave of reluctance washing over you. The city feels so alive at night, the streets glistening under the glow of streetlights, and you’re not quite ready for the day to end. But there’s always tomorrow, and the excitement of what’s to come pulls you forward.

You all stand up, stretching and gathering your things. The cool evening air greets you as you step outside, the streets now alive with the vibrant pulse of nightlife. The city feels different at night—more intimate, somehow, as if it’s drawing you in, showing you a side of itself that’s hidden during the day.

The walk back to the hotel is filled with chatter about plans for tomorrow. The promise of new adventures makes it feel like the night is only just beginning.

Back at the hotel, you all head up to your room, the anticipation of tomorrow’s shopping spree and sightseeing making your steps lighter. You unpack your things, setting your clothes out for the next day, and settle in for the night.

As you lie in bed, the quiet hum of the city outside the window lulls you into a peaceful state. You think about how grateful you are for this trip—the opportunity to reconnect with old friends, explore new places, and create memories you’ll carry with you for years.

For now, you close your eyes and let the promise of tomorrow fill your dreams.

You wake up to the soft glow of the morning sun filtering through the curtains. Stretching, you feel the warmth of the day already reaching into the room. Your friends are already up and excited, talking about the day's plans. You quickly freshen up, eager to begin the next adventure.

After a quick breakfast, you head out with your friends. The city streets are full of life, with locals going about their day and tourists like you, wandering in search of new experiences. Today, it’s all about shopping, and the boutiques and stores are bustling with energy.

You find yourself trying on new clothes—bright, colorful tops, stylish pants, and a couple of cute accessories that make you feel like a local. There’s so much to choose from, and the excitement of it all makes you feel a little more connected to the city. Laughter fills the air as you pose for photos with your friends, capturing moments of joy. You even pick out a local souvenir for your best friend, hoping they’ll love it when you finally get to see them again.

After shopping, your stomach growls, reminding you it’s time for lunch. Your friends lead you to a cozy restaurant nearby. The pizza is perfectly cheesy, and the spaghetti is a comforting blend of rich flavors. You chat about everything and nothing, enjoying the moment and each other's company.

Feeling full and content, your friends suggest going to the beach. You hesitate for a moment, remembering that you can’t swim, but the idea of the beach sounds relaxing. So, you agree to just sit by the water and enjoy the view while they splash around in the waves.

As they rush toward the water, you settle on a spot by the shore, letting the cool breeze wash over you. You pull out your phone and start browsing nearby attractions, trying to find something to do while your friends enjoy the water. A few minutes later, your eyes light up as you discover an aquarium just a ten-minute walk from the beach.

Excitedly, you tell your friends about it, and they agree to head over there after their swim. The walk is short and refreshing, and soon enough, you find yourself standing in front of the aquarium. The moment you step inside, it’s like entering a different world. The lighting is soft and magical, and the tanks are filled with vibrant sea life. You lose yourself in the exhibits—mesmerized by the jellyfish floating gracefully, the playful penguins waddling around, and the dolphins swimming in perfect harmony. The sharks and whales make your heart race, but there’s a serene beauty to it all.

You walk through the aquarium, lost in awe, until you suddenly feel a warmth press against your back. Before you can react, a hand covers your mouth, silencing the surprised gasp that rises in your throat. You freeze for a moment, your heart racing.

"Cutie," a familiar voice whispers near your ear—low, smooth, and laced with affection. "I’ve been thinking about you."

Your breath hitches. You turn slowly, heart pounding.

“Rafayel?” you whisper.

He’s right in front of you��soft eyes, a tender smile, the kind of expression that says he’s been holding onto the thought of you for far too long.

Your mind races. “H-How…?” you murmur, eyes darting around.

But something’s off.

The lighting, the layout—this isn’t the same aquarium you were just in. The displays are different. The people are gone. Even the air feels strange—almost unreal. That’s when it hits you.

You’re not in your world anymore.

You’re back in his.

Rafayel chuckles gently, his hand brushing a stray hair from your cheek. “I had this sudden urge to visit the aquarium today,” he says, almost in disbelief himself. “Didn’t think I’d find you here… but maybe I was hoping I would.”

He takes a slow step closer, his gaze never once leaving yours.

“I’ve missed you so much,” he says softly. “It’s been driving me crazy. You have no idea how hard it is to look away from you now that you’re here.”

And just like that, the world narrows to this moment—just you, him, and the quiet pull that brought you together again.

Rafayel extends his hand to you, palm up, eyes warm with unspoken emotion.

“Come on,” he says gently. “Let me show you around.”

You hesitate for only a moment before your fingers slip into his. His touch is cool but grounding, and the moment your hand finds his, everything else blurs into the background.

The soft lighting of the aquarium casts a surreal glow as you both walk side by side. Rafayel doesn’t rush—he moves slowly, like he’s memorizing every second, every step you take with him.

“This place… it’s one of the few spots that calms me,” he murmurs, glancing toward a glowing tank filled with floating jellyfish. The bioluminescent lights reflect in his eyes, painting them with an otherworldly hue. “It feels like time stops here.”

You both pause in front of a wide tunnel tank. Sharks glide overhead, and schools of silver fish move in perfect unison around you.

“You look like you belong here,” he says softly, still watching you. “Among beauty. Peace. Magic.”

You laugh under your breath, your heart fluttering at the unexpected compliment. “You’re just saying that.”

“I never just say anything when it comes to you,” he replies, voice low, sincere.

A pod of dolphins swims by in the next exhibit, and Rafayel tugs you gently closer to the glass. One dolphin presses its face near, and Rafayel leans toward it with a grin. “See? Even they like you.”

You roll your eyes with a smile, and Rafayel watches you like he’s never seen you smile before. His fingers tighten slightly around yours.

“I didn’t know how much I missed this,” he admits. “Just being with you. Just… us.”

The aquarium continues around you, full of shimmering lights and the gentle lull of water. But none of it shines quite like the quiet moment you’re sharing now—with Rafayel, hand in hand, in a place that somehow feels like it was made just for the two of you.

As you move deeper into the aquarium, the soft sounds of flowing water and distant whale calls create a tranquil symphony around you. Rafayel never lets go of your hand. If anything, his grip grows more secure—as if afraid you might disappear again.

You pass through the dimly lit corridor where glowing tanks of deep-sea creatures pulse with bioluminescence. The surreal light dances across his features, painting his face in hues of blue and violet. He looks almost ethereal like this—like he belongs to another world.

“You know…” he starts, his voice barely above a whisper, “I didn’t come here expecting to find you. I just… had this sudden urge to visit the aquarium. I thought I needed a distraction.” He turns to look at you, his gaze steady. “But maybe it wasn’t random at all.”

“I’ve been thinking about you too much,” he says quietly. “So much that it’s like the universe brought us back together just to ease the ache.”

Your heart skips.

You watch him for a moment longer, then tug him toward another exhibit—the penguins. They’re waddling around, some swimming, others slipping and tumbling across the icy terrain.

Rafayel chuckles, eyes lighting up. “They remind me of you.”

You raise a brow. “Excuse me?”

He smirks. “Cute. Always stealing attention. And absolutely chaotic in the most endearing way.”

You elbow him playfully, but your cheeks are already warm.

As you both wander deeper into the aquarium, it feels less like you’re in a public place and more like your own quiet little world. Every soft laugh, every lingering look between glowing tanks, carries a strange magic—like the kind that only exists between people who have missed each other more than they’re willing to admit.

Eventually, you reach a final exhibit—a huge cylindrical tank filled with glowing blue fish, slowly rotating like stars in an underwater galaxy. Rafayel stops, gazing up at it, then looks back at you.

“Next time,” he says softly, “don’t wait so long to come back to me.”

You open your mouth to respond, but you’re not sure what to say.

Because somehow, it doesn’t feel like you came back to him.

It feels like he’s the one who found you.

You’re still lost in the moment when Rafayel suddenly shifts beside you, his hand tightening slightly around yours. That playful glint returns to his eyes as he turns to face you, a spark of excitement lighting up his features.

“There’s something I want to show you,” he says, voice soft but tinged with excitement.

You blink. “There’s more?”

He grins, then gestures toward a hallway roped off to the public. The lights are dimmer here, and the sound of water echoes more clearly. As you follow him, you notice something strange—there’s no one around. Not a single staff member, no other visitors. Just you, Rafayel, and the distant shimmer of blue light ahead.

He leads you to a room dominated by a massive tank stretching from floor to ceiling. Through the glass, an underwater world glows, peaceful and untouched. Coral reefs, soft rays of sunlight piercing the water, schools of fish darting between rocks—it’s breathtaking.

“Beautiful, isn’t it?” he murmurs, but he’s looking at you, not the tank.

You nod, unable to look away from the scene before you. “It’s like another world.”

He turns to you then, his expression shifting to something more tender. “I want to take you there.”

You blink, startled. “What?”

Rafayel steps closer, his hand brushing your cheek. “You can’t swim, I know.” His voice is gentle, reassuring. “But you remember, don’t you? If I kiss you… you’ll be able to breathe underwater.”

Your breath catches.

His eyes search yours. “Will you trust me?”

You nod before your brain can catch up.

He leans in slowly, like he’s giving you every second to pull away—but you don’t. His lips meet yours in a soft, deep kiss, and the world tilts. Warmth blooms through your chest, your skin tingling as something shifts inside you—light, weightless, like you’ve been pulled into a dream.

When he pulls away, his forehead rests against yours. “You’ll be okay,” he whispers. “I’ve got you.”

He guides you to the edge of the tank and, still holding your hand, steps in first, effortlessly pulling you with him. The moment you sink beneath the surface, your panic rises—only for it to vanish the instant Rafayel wraps his arms around you.

You can breathe.

Not just breathe—feel. The water doesn’t choke you. Instead, it embraces you like silk. Your hair floats around you, the light catching on every strand. Rafayel smiles and brushes a strand from your face, his hands never straying far from you.

The sea life seems to notice your presence. Fishes swirl around you, curious and gentle, like they’re welcoming you. Jellyfish drift by in slow, hypnotic pulses. A stingray glides just inches away, and tiny bubbles rise around you like stars.

You laugh in awe, the sound soft and airy in the water, and Rafayel watches you with clear adoration in his eyes.

“You look like you were born to be here,” he says, voice echoing through the water directly into your mind.

You shake your head, wide-eyed. “This is insane.”

He leans closer, smirking. “Insanely romantic?”

You roll your eyes, but your smile gives you away.

And as he leads you deeper into the heart of this glowing dream, his hand never letting go of yours, you realize this—whatever this is—feels like magic. Not just because of the wonder around you…

But because it’s with him.

The deeper you two swim, the more at ease you become. The water is calm, the world above a distant memory as you float alongside Rafayel. Every moment feels surreal, like you’re caught in a beautiful dream that you never want to wake up from.

Rafayel’s eyes glint mischievously as he pulls you toward a large coral formation. “So, you’re not afraid of the water anymore?” he teases, a playful grin tugging at the corners of his lips.

You roll your eyes, but the smile that escapes betrays you. “I’m still getting used to it.” Your voice echoes softly, surrounded by the sounds of the underwater world—bubbles and the rhythmic movement of fish.

“Oh? I thought I was the one making you feel safe.” He pulls you a little closer, his fingers brushing against yours under the water. “Don’t worry, though. I won’t let anything happen to you.”

You smile, but your heart flutters at the closeness of him. “You better not. I’ve got my eyes on you, Rafayel.”

His smile turns into something more intimate. “Oh? Keeping me in check, are you?” He teases, brushing a few bubbles away from your face.

You laugh softly, shaking your head. “Someone has to. You’re always so full of yourself.” But the teasing tone in your voice falters when his gaze softens, and for a brief moment, it feels like time slows.

“You’ve got me all to yourself right now,” he murmurs, his voice lower, just for you. “I’m not going anywhere.”

And then he does something unexpected—he grabs a fish by the tail, making a playful face at it. “See? I’ve got all the fish under control. They listen to me.” His grin is wide, and the fish seems to dart off in a flurry, as if not impressed with his antics.

You can’t help but laugh, the sound bubbling out of you as you watch Rafayel. His antics are so effortlessly charming, and for a moment, you forget about the world outside the water. It’s just the two of you in this strange, magical space.

“You’re ridiculous,” you say, the affection in your voice undeniable.

“I try,” he replies, a smirk on his lips. “But I’m still not as ridiculous as someone who trusted me enough to dive into the water, knowing they can’t swim.”

You narrow your eyes playfully, pretending to think about it. “I wasn’t exactly planning on diving, you know.”

“Really?” His voice is smooth, teasing. “You didn’t feel the need to do something dramatic?”

You laugh, shaking your head. “No, not particularly.”

“Well, I think it’s romantic,” he murmurs, his expression suddenly serious, his voice laced with a quiet intensity. “I’ve never wanted anything more than to be with you like this.”

And for a heartbeat, the teasing stops. The world around you fades into a gentle, shimmering bubble of warmth. Rafayel’s gaze is steady, his hold on you grounding yet gentle. You can feel his heart beating just as fast as yours.

Before you can say anything, Rafayel’s smirk returns, and his voice is laced with mischief again. “But you know, I still think you owe me one for trusting me so much. Maybe I’ll collect on that favor soon.”

You blink in surprise. “What do you mean?”

He laughs, the sound light and full of teasing warmth. “I’m still waiting for that kiss. You know, the one that makes it official.”

Your eyes widen, a blush creeping up your neck as you glance away, pretending to be shy. “Oh, come on, Rafayel. We’re underwater! You’re not going to pull something like that on me now.”

But he just chuckles softly, swimming closer until he’s right in front of you, his hand gently cupping your cheek under the water. The world feels even quieter now, more intimate.

“I was just kidding,” he says, his voice so soft it’s almost drowned out by the sound of the water. “Or maybe… I wasn’t.”

And before you can respond, he leans in, his lips brushing against yours with a tenderness that makes everything else disappear. The underwater world around you feels even more magical as his kiss deepens, and for a moment, it’s just you and him—floating, connected in a way that’s nothing short of perfect.

When he pulls away, his eyes linger on yours, filled with something that makes your heart skip a beat. “Now that,” he says softly, “was worth the dive.”

As the kiss lingers in the water, you feel a warmth spreading through you, not just from the moment but from something deeper. Rafayel pulls back slowly, his fingers still gently holding yours under the water, his gaze soft yet intense.

“I’ve been wanting to give you something,” he says, his voice calm but filled with a quiet excitement. He takes your hand, guiding you to a rocky outcrop beneath the water where you both sit for a moment, the peaceful world of the aquarium stretching out around you.

Reaching into a small pocket hidden in his clothing, he pulls out a delicate bracelet made of pearls and tiny seashells, the smooth, iridescent beads catching the faint light from the water. The craftsmanship is stunning, each shell perfectly matched, each pearl gleaming softly like the moon on the ocean. It’s a subtle yet beautiful piece, with a touch of the ocean’s magic in every detail.

“I made this for you,” Rafayel says, his voice low and a little shy, a side of him you rarely see. “I wanted to give it to you the next time we met, and now it seems like the perfect moment.”

You stare at the bracelet, your breath catching as you realize just how much thought and care he’s put into it. You never expected something like this—something so personal, so meaningful.

He holds it up in front of you, his fingers brushing lightly against your wrist as he waits for you to take it. “It’s simple, but I hope you like it. Every time you wear it, I want you to think of me. Of this moment. and of us.”

You blink, a little overwhelmed by the emotions swirling inside you. You take the bracelet gently from his hands, your fingers brushing against his skin, and feel a surge of warmth that has nothing to do with the water. “Rafayel… it’s beautiful. I love it.”

His smile softens, his eyes gleaming with something that feels so much like hope. “I’m glad,” he says quietly. “I want you to remember me, no matter where you are. Even when we’re apart. This is just a small way of saying… I’m here. With you.”

You clasp the bracelet around your wrist, feeling its smooth, delicate presence against your skin. And as the underwater world around you continues to flow, time seems to stop, leaving only the two of you—sharing something deeper than words, a connection that feels like it could last forever.

The weight of the moment lingers in the air as you both float there, surrounded by the peaceful serenity of the underwater world. You’ve been submerged for longer than you realized, the calmness of the water making time feel like it’s stood still. The gentle rhythm of the ocean, the soft swaying of the seaweed, and the quiet presence of the fish all create a sense of belonging. But as much as you’re reluctant to leave this world behind, you know it’s time.

Rafayel’s voice breaks the silence, soft and knowing. “We should probably head back soon. You’ve been under the water for a while, and I’m sure you’re getting tired.”

You nod, though part of you wants to stay a little longer, to linger in the beauty of the moment. Rafayel reaches out, his fingers brushing against your arm once more, and helps guide you back toward the surface. The water feels cooler as you rise, and the weightlessness you’ve been enjoying starts to fade as your feet find the bottom once again.

You both step out of the tank, water dripping from your clothes and hair as you make your way to the edge, where the soft hum of the aquarium begins to return to normal. Rafayel offers you a towel, and you take it gratefully, wrapping it around your shoulders as the world around you starts to shift back to reality.

His hand lingers on your arm for a moment longer, his touch light but grounding. “I wish we could stay here longer,” he says with a hint of longing in his voice, “but I know you need to go back. You have your world, and I… I’ll be here, waiting for you.”

You look up at him, and for a brief moment, everything else seems to fade. There’s just you and him, caught in a quiet moment of understanding. You don’t know what’s going to happen next, but you know this—when it comes to Rafayel, time feels like it can stand still, even when it can’t.

“I’ll be back,” you promise softly, your heart full as you look into his eyes.

With a final, lingering touch, you leave the magical world behind, stepping back into the world you know, the real one. But even as you do, you carry a piece of Rafayel with you, tucked into your heart like the bracelet on your wrist—a reminder that no matter where you are, the connection between you both remains unbreakable.

As you step away from the aquarium, the cool evening air brushing against your skin, you hear your friends’ voices calling to you from behind. Their laughter and chatter break the peaceful silence you had just shared with Rafayel, and you turn to find them approaching, their faces bright with excitement.

“Sorry we took so long!” one of them calls out, a playful note in their voice. “Are you bored waiting around by yourself?”

You smile, feeling a warmth spread through you as you wave them over. “No, not bored at all. I was just enjoying the quiet,” you reply, trying to keep your tone light.

As they get closer, one of them’s eyes catch on the bracelet that’s now wrapped around your wrist, glinting in the fading sunlight. "Whoa, that’s so beautiful! Where did you get it?" she asks, her gaze fixed on the delicate pearls and seashells. “It looks... special.”

You glance down at the bracelet, your fingers lightly brushing over it. The memory of Rafayel’s gentle gift fills you with a quiet sense of happiness. Without thinking, you reply, "I got it from someone precious to me." The words slip out without hesitation, and you find yourself feeling protective of the memory attached to it.

The curiosity in their eyes is obvious, but they don’t press further. One of them leans in, a teasing grin on their face. “Ooh, sounds mysterious. Who’s the lucky person?”

You laugh, shaking your head. “It’s a secret,” you say, your tone light but firm. "I’m not ready to share just yet."

Your friends exchange glances, clearly intrigued, but they respect your silence. “Alright, alright. We won’t pry," another one teases, but there's no malice behind it—just playful curiosity.

The group’s laughter fills the air again as you head out of the aquarium, but in your heart, the memory of Rafayel’s gift lingers, warm and comforting. Even as you turn back to your friends, the bond you share with him feels more tangible than ever, and the quiet secret between the two of you is something you carry with a sense of quiet joy.

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Made to Be - Extra IV

Read Made to Be here | ~1.8k words

From me: I was just thinking about them (probs because I'm always thinking about school. This take place sometime between January and the second extra (pre-baby stuff). This is just a really quick little thing until I can write something of merit. I believe I'm almost caught up at work. I think I might be able to write something more substantial this week 💕 Thank you for being patient and kind.

Warnings: none, fluffy cute stuff.

Summary: Harry's not the only one who thinks she was made to be a teacher.

May

“I think we should outlaw field trips,” she mumbled sitting beside Harry in the front seat of the bus.

He chuckled. “It will be fun, kitten,” he assured her.

“Fun for you maybe. You got the good group of kids to chaperone.”

“I’ll give y’group a lecture before we split up, angel,” he promised. Harry snagged her hand from her lap and gave it a gentle squeeze. They tried not to be overly affectionate in front of the students because they didn’t want it to be weird...not that it was weird. But it was definitely something in their eyes. “Y’know they only gave y’a tough group because y’can handle it and they love you.”

She sighed. “I know, I know.”

They were dressed comfortably for the history museum trip. Business casual that made Harry think she was modeling for teachers in textbooks. She was so pretty it made his heart skip a beat.

She had been telling Harry how excited she was to go on the trip up until she got the names of the group she was chaperoning. She was especially excited because schools always got great discounts for museums that she generally hated to pay for. But not even the group rate was enough to make her enthusiasm spike. She fiddled nervously with her engagement ring dangling on her necklace. Harry truly outdid himself and wearing the ring on her finger in the city made her nervous so she opted for the necklace so she could tuck it away safely. (But she assured Harry the thought of taking it off made her feel naked.) Until it was tucked away, Harry smiled, self-satisfied as she twisted it on the silver chain. That pretty diamond glittering in the sun coming through the window of the bus made him so happy. The little symbol that they’d be together forever. She was made for him. He was certain.

He almost forgot he was supposed to be comforting her. It was loud behind them. Not excessive, but when forty something students chattered in an enclosed area, it always got a bit loud and also didn’t help his train of thought. “They’ll pull it together for you,” he draped an arm around her shoulders and kissed the top of her head. The kids would have to deal.

“Aw!” Someone droned. Her cheeks heated briefly but Harry turned in his seat and glared so that the sound was cut off quickly.

“Jus’ show them all y’favorite things,” he shrugged.

“My nightmare is losing a student on a trip,” she sighed. “This is so stressful.”

“They’re not little ones, m’love,” he reminded her. “They can wander a bit and they’ll be okay. S’not like they don’t all go to the mall on their own and whatnot. Plus, I’d never let y’take the fall for losing one of them. We’d find them. M’sure a lot of parents wouldn’t either. But s’not going t’happen.”

She nodded. Then she sighed heavily and squeezed his hand back. “You’re right.”

“Mm, music t’my ears,” he grinned.

“Don’t push it.”

But Harry was right. Her group of students who were usually a rough and tumble kind of bunch really got into the trip. At first they were quiet, almost shy. But she acted as if she didn’t notice and told them all about the exhibits they encountered and explained as much as she could. She did her best to connect the displays to their own lives so they would care more.

As such, they walked right along with her and forgot their shyness. They asked intelligent follow up questions after she explained what they were looking at. They followed all her directions and even asked her for more information about the information she told them as they walked through the rooms. She was going to boost their grades when they got back to school with bonus points for being so good and learning at the same time.

The relief was exhilarating.

About part way through the morning, her group of eight needed a bathroom break. She waited outside the bathrooms and checked her phone for any kind of emergency. Harry texted to check in on her, so she answered to let him know how good her group was and how happy she was to be on the trip again.

“School trip?”

She looked up instinctively, the lanyard around her neck was the only thing that marked her as an adult in comparison to her students. Her slightly shorter frame didn’t compare to the boys she taught who often towered over her. She thought she usually looked the part of being a teacher. She felt it was written on her face (or maybe it was the headband with the Treaty of Versailles printed on the fabric and her pencil earrings that gave it away). The man before wasn’t one of her coworkers but he had a lanyard around his neck from a school she hadn’t heard of before.

She nodded. “Oh yeah, drove an hour in,” she cleared her throat awkwardly.

“Same here. About an hour and a half. You’re a history teacher as well?” He asked.

Her students were still in the restroom, so she cleared her throat again and nodded. “Yes, World History.”

“Same here, where are you in the curriculum right now?”

“We just finished up the Industrial Revolution. About to start Imperialism.”

“Fun stuff! You know, one of my students heard you talking about the Enigma exhibit. Said I left out a ton of information that you seemed to know a lot more about.”

She chuckled. “I see, sorry about that,” she smiled politely. “I get a little too into Bletchley Park.”

“Don’t we all.”

“Miss,” one of her students said suddenly appearing from the bathroom with two others. She glanced toward the men’s bathroom but didn’t see any of them just yet. “Can we pop into the giftshop?”

She glanced at her watch. “I think we have time for that, scope it out before everyone else at the end of the day. We have lunch in about an hour.”

“Are you all eating here, in the food court?”

“I think we’re eating outside,” she said. “Nice day and all... I think the boys are coming out now,” she smiled at her student. “Nice meeting you. Enjoy the museum,” she ushered her students toward the men’s room and sighed.

“Was he hitting on you, Miss?” She whispered.

“Shh.”

“Okay, queen,” she giggled. “Are you going to tell Mr. Styles?”

“He wasn’t hitting on me.”

“Miss,” she laughed. “He was so hitting on you.”

“I didn’t—”

“Who was hitting on her?” One of the boys asked.

“No one—”

“That guy.”

“Oooh, he’s cute. Wait until Mr. Styles finds out he has competition.”

“Miss, I think we have to intimidate him,” another one of the boys explained knowingly. “It’s what Mr. Styles would want.”

“Oh, my word,” she sighed and pinched the bridge of her nose. “Can we go to the giftshop?”

“Everyone please look in the seat next to you and check if the person you travelled with on the way here is still here! We’re doing a final headcount as soon as we’re all seated.”

“Mr. Styles!” One of her group members sang. She glared at him briefly with her best teacher stare before she sat facing forward in her seat. Harry squeezed her shoulder reassuringly.

“Yes? Didn’t y’torture m’fiancée enough today?”

“I would never torture her! But your fiancée got hit on by a guy by the bathroom!” He shouted.

The resounding oohs from the entire bus made her blush. She looked straight forward at the seatback in front of her. “Really?” He smiled and glanced down at the pretty girl beside him.

She shook her head. “He was not flirting.”

“Course he was, Miss! You’re a total catch!” The girl in her group called back.

“She’s right, y’know,” he winked at her knowingly, his voice was low. Maybe only one or two students heard Harry say it and they were kind enough to giggle and not make a scene of it or embarrass her further. “Alright, alright, head count!”

She stayed put while Harry walked up and down the aisle. When he returned to the front, he told the bus driver that everyone was accounted for and they could go on their way.

“Hiding your affair from me?” He winked.

“Shut up.”

He chuckled and grabbed her hand from her lap and brought her fingers to his lips briefly. “S’no surprise, really.”

“It’s probably because my ring was inside my shirt.”

“Lucky ring,” he hummed.

“Harry,” she hissed.

“The man has good taste, kitten,” he shrugged. “M’not surprised at all.”

She sighed. “I wasn’t hiding it from you. I just didn’t want to make you jealous. I don’t want you to think you have anything to be jealous of, you know?”

“I know, I know,” his voice was so kind and soft. The way he sounded when they were falling asleep. It was quiet and warm. If they weren’t in front of forty something students, he probably would have held her cheek and kissed her the way he did every night. Would have traced her features and told her how much he loved her. “You’re jus’ so pretty, so nice, so lovely that anyone with half a brain cell can see it from across the room,” he assured her. Her relief was massive. The idea of hurting Harry’s feelings or betraying his trust was one of her worst fears. She pulled the necklace from its spot and twisted it again and Harry’s smile grew. “God,” he shook his head. Then he squeezed her hand three quick times. She squeezed it back four times in succession. Both knew what it meant. A not quite secret that they loved each other.

She was always grateful for Harry coming into her life. The day she left her old school and got her new job was so scary and sad. In hindsight, she would have told herself in her first year of teaching that a new school was in her future, and she was going to meet a man that was everything she wanted and more.

Someone who was made for her.

“What?” He smirked. The sun was setting and bathing the bus in a soft golden light that only highlighted how handsome Harry was.

“Just thinking about how jealous I would be if a girl flirted with you on a field trip. You have way more kindness than I do.”

“Oh, don’t worry, kitten,” he mumbled and brought his mouth to her ear. “M’going t’show you how crazy the thought of another guy chatting y’up makes me later. Remind you that y’don’t need anyone else. Ever,” he promised and pressed a chaste kiss that did not match the intensity of his words.

Her cheeks warmed once more but she smiled. Shaking her head she squeezed his hand three more times.

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