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slashingdisneypasta · 4 years ago

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Ram Sweeney x Reader || Headcanons

Topic: Dating HC's

Notes:

*Sigh*... I write regularly write for creeps like Freddy Krueger and Offenderman... and am one of the few tumblrs that write for Sheriff Hoyt romantically... and yet Kurt and Ram are my real guilty pleasure characters.

Anyway I hope someone other then me wanted this XDD I'm gonna do a Kurt one too.

Warnings: Some NSFW but not explicit.

Your song: The Way I Loved You (Taylor Swift)

He respects my space and never makes me wait

And he calls exactly when he says he will

He's close to my mother, talks business with my father

He's charming and endearing and I'm comfortable

...

But I miss screaming and fighting and kissing in the rain

And it's 2:00 a.m. and I'm cursing your name

So in love that you act insane

And that's the way I loved you

Breakin' down and coming undone

It's a roller coaster kinda rush

And I never knew I could feel that much

And that's the way I loved you

You two as a TV/Movie/Book couple: Bianca Piper and Wesley Rush (The DUFF)

Having the kind of relationship that no one else understands at all. Like, you have nothing in commen except commen history and your feelings for each other (Which are, on the other hand, totally clear to everyone) but when you're together you're always laughing and being affectionate.

Being in an on and off relationship throughout middle school and highschool- but never and I repeat; Never, is anyone permitted to mess with you at all. Because Ram always considers you his, even when you arent together.

So yeah, you always have 2 (Ram, and Kurt) large football star bodyguards at your disposal.

Being very playful together.

SOOOOoooooo much PDA. Including: Making out in the hallways and at school events like football games (You dont care who sees), sitting in his lap or at least squished close to his side at lunch, him throwing you over his shoulder to carry you places, him giving you piggy back rides, him picking you up and twirling you around, him just standing behind you with his arms around your waist and his chin rested on your shoulder when he's bored (With everything but you), his arm being over your shoulders as you walk together, you wiping peanut butter on his nose to get a rise out of him and then running away so he'll chase you, you peppering his face with kisses to make him laugh, etc.

Having a turbulent relationship. Because while, when all is well you two are like peanut butter and jelly and seem like the perfect highschool sweethearts, when you arent it's because Ram has gotten really jealous over something and called you a terrible name (Skank, whore, slut, bitch- any of those) or you understandably got irritated by his bullying and/or being a perverted, sexist asshole and you have huge, blow out fights in the middle of school and by the end of the period the whole student body knows about it.

You give him the silent treatment and the cold shoulder after those (If you didnt break up, that is) and he sends Kurt to give you messages.

When you make up its because he sincerely apologises although he doesn't 100% understand what he did wrong which becomes part of the next fight.

As you've been together so very long, he is basically part of your fucking family. He's so familiar and casual with your parent/s and/or sibling/s. They love him so much that, whether you're with him at the time or not, they allow him into the house and your bedroom with a cup of tea and snacks. (Its the 'American dream' popular-boy / football-star thing.)

So yeah, sometimes when you're mad at him or he wants to get back together (Which generally you want to do, to. You honestly have the same biological timer. Its like, 3 weeks pass by of being broken up and then ding ding ding! You both get the feelings its time to get back together and start sharing grins in the hallway and talking to your friends about eachother) you'll just find him waiting for you in your room when you come home.

Hanging out a looooooot with Kurt. Movie nights at your place, hanging out at the mall together on weekends sneaking out to see them at the football field at night time, etc. When you're sad, they'll both turn up wherever you are to cheer you up, too! Goofballs.

This does not mean there arent times where Ram shoo's Kurt off, though, when you two want some alone time together (*Eyebrow wiggles*) because of course. I'm just saying, you're a close-knit group.

When you are alone together, not much changes from when you're around others honestly XD You're still just as playful and affectionate. You just, you know, also have sex.

When he's down, you rusk your graceful image and climb through his bedroom window to be there with him. You dont fuck, you dont even really kiss. You just climb into bed with him and he'll tuck you under his chin and close his eyes. Legit old married couple. And you two sleep- by morning, he usually feels better and refuses to let you get out of bed with him.

"Five more minutessssss, babe!" He whines, holding you against him and pressing kisses to your head. You know he'll just say that again in 5 minutes time- and over, and over, and over again.

"Oh- no. I've been caught in this trap before Ram. We have school, so we have to get up. Come on!" You push firmly at his stomach (or abs) with your fists; not that that does much as he just just groans or gathers your little wrists in one big fist to stop you (Either way he certainly doesn't even flinch). His eyes are still closed. You sigh.

Now you have two choices, you can either give in and snuggle back into him for the rest of the morning, or threaten to send an attack towards his groin and he'll literally fling himself outta bed. Like "OH LOOK AT THE TIME- Kurt's gonna be waiting for us outside. Lets go!"

There are also mornings that you wake up with him (No sad Ram the night before necessary) and are all too happy to stay there with him. You just adorably nod into his chest, eyes still closed and making the cutest half-asleep morning sound when he asks if you wanna stay here a bit longer and he happily pulls the blanket over both your heads; shielding you both from the real world for a while.

OKAY MOVING ON FROM THAT FLUFFINESS.

You are also the only person who has any sort of control over him and Kurt. Like you can take them down a few pegs with just a look.

You two do date other people when you're broken up but its clear to anyone watching that these are just nice place holders for eachother. Neither of you are ever as happy with others as you are with eachother. You're ridiculously in love, actually.

Ypu were the first one to say I Love You, and he immediately called Kurt for guidance XD

Places you've had sex (Because it is always the full monty with Ram): Both your bedrooms so so so many times, the school bathrooms, his car, Kurts car (Kurt was NOT pleased.), the back of the football field, under the bleachers during a game or pep rally (he was benched for being too violent) + under the bleachers during practise + under the bleachers when the football field is deserted, the back of the school, the faculty parking lot at school, Kurts and Heather Chandler's houses (Parties. Basically a Westerburg High party is not complete without Y/N L/N and Ram Sweeney breaking in someones bed), his parent's car, the woods, cow pasture (a picnic blanket was used), and finally some mall changing rooms.

You leave him messages on his answering machine. He listens to every one of them (Which means something because he doesnt listen to anyone elses, unless he's gotta get through them to get to yours).

Him being SUCH a jealous asshole (With everyone except Kurt).

HIM STANDING UP TO THE HEATHERS FOR YOU.

#PromKingAndQueen

Having Kurt "Smartest guy on the football team," Kelly be your (Occasionally, live in- yes, he has slept over with the two of you on the floor so he could break up fights) couples councellor. Often his advice is 'fuck it out' but he also comes up with oddly wise shit sometimes. Mostly he's just very exasperated though. Like, its obvious you two are gonna end up together- stop bothering me with this shit. Let me get some pussy for myself guys please-

You two getting a bit frisky on movie nights with Kurt and he throws stuff at you. He just starts bringing a pool noodle (That he drew an angry face onto) along with him and hitting y'all with it whenever he feels its necessary. Cuz I mean, on one hand, of course he's happy for his bro Ram that he's getting his dick wet, but on the other- ITS FUCKIN MOVIE NIGHT, PULL YOURSELVES TOGETHER FOR T W O S E C O N D S (Oh the irony- it does indeed escape him). He'll park his ass right in the middle of you two if you keep it up.

If he had survived, you and Ram would have broken up after graduation and spent college apart, before bumping into each other again back home as new (Improved. Especially him) people that fit together better now and ended up getting back together for good.

#Ram Sweeney x Reader Headcanons #Ram Sweeney #Ram Sweeney x Reader #Heathers #Kurt and Ram #Kurt Kelly #Headcanons #Heathers Headcanons #Heathers x Reader

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imacrowcawcaw · 5 years ago

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@oblvions @shes-outta-sight @lazingonsunday @karrotkate @satans-helper thank you all for the tags 💗💕

A buttload of info about me:

Last thing I read: "Lovers" by @satans-helper 😍😍😍

Favorite Book: The Merry Adventures of Robin Hood by Howard Pyle

Favorite Movie: Beetlegeuse

Dream Date: Imagine this: a nice, plush couch, covered in down pillows and fluffy blankets. There is a fire in the brick fireplace, the wood smoke combines with the scent of Nag Champa incense and the homemade treats that cover the low table next to the couch. There are brownies, bread rolls, cheeses, bowls of fruit, dipping sauces, cakes, sandwiches - a whole feast of my favorite foods. My partner and I would cuddle up on that couch, listening to my favorite symphonies on the record player in the corner and talking for hours. This isn't really a first date thing, more like an established relationshil date, but god I'd love to just spend an afternoon surrounded with my favorite things and my favorite person.

Do I have a crush?: Not really. There are people I find very very attractive (a friend, Sam Kiszka, Duff Mckagan in his 20s, Lucy Lui) but nobody that I'm actually romantically and sexually into.

Hobbies: Swimming, observing nature, browsing Pinterest, daydreaming, writing, reading, making art, singing, listening to music, love to cook

My favorite time of day: late afternoon, right before the sun sets. I'm usually free to do what I like, the temperature starts to drop, I can watch the sun... it's nice

If I could choose what I looked like, anything, what would it be?: I want tattoos, and more piercings, I'd love to change my hair color again - it's been natural for awhile but I think I want either burgundy or bright blue. WINGS! I kind of want giant, strong fairy wings, and maybe glowing eyes, a forked tongue, and tattoos that move and change (kinda like Maui lol)

Am I romantic?: Yeah, I'd say I am. I love to treat people, friends and significant others, but I'd be especially affectionate and romantic for a partner. I'm constantly buying gifts and things that remind me of them, cooking for them, planning dates and buying tickets for things I know they like, quietly taking care of stuff I know they need to do, cuddling, complimenting... I love to shower my partner in affection 24/7

My favorite kind of weather: Late Autumn, generally. About 55ºF, cloudy but not raining, windy

What do I like to talk about?: Lol I talk a whole lot and I've probably talked about everything at some point. One of my close friends and I particularly love to debate religion, mythology, magic, history, and the intersections of those. We also regularly plan heists and crimes lmao

My turn-ons: Long eyelashes, pouty lips, dirty hands (motor oil, paint, flour, etc), sarcasm, seeing someone get excited about something, compassion, casual physical affection

My turn-offs: Nastiness without a reason, knees (I just think knees look weird idk), Trump supporters, 100% pessimism (I understand being depressed or doubtful or being generally a pessimist, but if you adamantly refuse to see anything in a good light and try to ruin it for others f u c k y o u)

If I got a tattoo, what would it be and where?: ohhh I want tattoos so bad but I'm saving up and I'm not certain about some yet.... but I know that I'm getting a tree of life matching with my mom, I want mushrooms, pine trees, lavender, wildflowers (all for personal reasons). I'd also like to make maybe a charm bracelet of sorts with little charms for my favorite bands, books, movies, and other peices of media. I know that interests change and I might not like something in 30 years, but I see my life in periods of interests and I want to catalogue the things that shaped me

My pets: I have 3 cats - Pumpkin Pie, Lady, and Sweetheart

My dream job: I just want to live a free life doing what I want. I want to grow my own food for the most part, and raise animals, and paint, and write, and play music, and go on random adventures, go antiquing, decorate my home from my travels, learn without expectations - I don't want to exchange a fulfilling life for financial security from some mundane modern job.

My dream place to live: Secluded, in the forests of Oregon (or maybe Pennsylvania idk) on the bottom third of a mountain, on my own little farm

My dream vacation: I just wanna go explore historical landmarks and buildings

My dream house: A beautiful historical house -- like an 1870s American farmhouse, or a craftsman cottage, or a Victorian painted Lady, or maybe a New York brownstone -- filled with antiques and records and books and artifacts that I've collected. I LOVE antiques so much, everything would be of fine craftsmanship, it would be lavish and inviting and packed with interesting items at every turn (I want my house to be a curios shop lol) I also want a big ass kitchen and nice woodwork, I literally get horny over original built ins

My piercings: Sadly, I only have my standard ear piercings right now, but I think I'll get more soon. A nose ring, eye brow bar (yes I know that's so 2000s but I like them), probably 4 more on each ear, navel, nipples

If I had kids, what would I name them?: I love older, interesting names, so - Euphemia, Hartford, Monroe, Malory, Louise (me lol), August, Fredrick

My worst traits: I'm incredibly stubborn; I love talking to people but I'm awkward; lazy and don't care; I'm a bit of a collector/hoarder; I bottle up any anger or sadness I feel so I don't inconvenience others

My best traits: I love to give and help; I try to make people comfortable around me/in my home; I have excellent taste; I appreciate quality, culture, and creativity; I have many interesting interests that I'm eager to share and learn more about; I'm very creative

My worst fear: a painful death - I'm not afraid of dying, even though I'd rather not, I just don't want it to hurt

What do I want to eat right now?: Well, considering that I just ate my first bit of solid food in 3 days and immediately had to run to the bathroom... nothing

My favorite vacation memory: *blushes* my first kiss AND nearly my first time (we went like halfway): making out with this dude, son of my mom's friend, at my family cabin

My favorite city: I really don't know. Timber, OR, let's say

My favorite social media platform: Tumblr or Pinterest (does that count?)

My favorite article of clothing: My leather motorcycle jacket. I can't actually ride a motorcycle (trying to remedy that because *sexy*) but I got it a few years ago and it makes me feel so fucking badass. It's heavy, about 15 pounds of good quality leather, has lots of secret pockets in the lining and some cool looking zippers and studs, but nothing crazy. It's hella warm and comfy, I wear it everyday it's cold enough to

Do I play any sports?: pfft no. I like to swim, and I'm interested in baseball and tennis, but I suck at them and also I just don't like team sports

My favorite meal: What I order when I go to Buffalo Bills - a pesto/feta/mozzarella/Italian sausage/basil/tomato/garlic pizza, with homemade potato chips and chunky blue cheese dressing for dipping. If I had room, I'd finish with Marionberry cheesecake pie from Sherri's (but I am incredibly sick and have no faith in getting better enough so I feel like I'll never be able to eat like this again)

What am I excited for?: The winter holidays! I'm atheist, so Christmas is all about the personal stuff and non religious family traditions for me. I love the decorations, the music, seeing my family, baking, giving and receiving presents, it's all just so fun

What am I not excited for?: Cleaning my room, it really really needs it though. Also just continuing to live like this. I'm not suicidal, I'm just in a lot of pain constantly and I don't know what to do

When was the last time I cried?: an hour or so ago, I'm in loads of pain right now

What is something I hate about the world?: There's too much to choose from

What is something I love about the world?: children and nature

My favorite scents: vanilla, lavender, pine, Nag Champa incense, BBQ meat, pizza with basil, rosemary, my Dad's cologne

Cats or dogs?: kitties 💗

What kind of sleeper am I?: A weird one lol. I can't lay on my stomach for more than 15 minutes without it making me incredibly nauseous for the rest of the day, but it's also my favorite way to sleep cause its comfy somehow... I can't lay on my back without a pillow either, 30 seconds in and the nerves pinch so bad I'm screaming. I snore, and I sleep deep, but it takes a long time to fall asleep and usually only beeping or banging noises wake me up??? Like I said, I sleep weird

How long would I survive in a zombie apocalypse?: I really don't know. I have some skills and the drive to learn to fight, but I am currently, as I'm sure y'all can tell, very sick and I don't think I'd be able to live with so much movement and so little medicine

Am I trusting?: Generally, I probably trust too much but I'm not gonna stop

What fictional characters do I identify with?: there are many I like but none I identify with

My most common labels: Mom friend, butch, that weird fat chick (doesn't bother me tho), the well behaved daughter, old soul

My life's anthem: I really am not sure if this is a good anthem song but I love it so so much... Take Me In Your Arms (Rock Me A Little While) by Kim Weston - you see where I get my love of long titles lol

Problems I'm dealing with: my health and whatever painful sickness is wrecking me, figuring out what to do with my life, saving money, getting my anxiety under control, getting the house to actually heat up because I'm cold as fuck

How can someone win me over?: let me express my interests and feelings, show kindness, be funny

What is something people don't know about me?: Idk

Not tagging anyone, this took over an hour

#personal #about me #tag game

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richiardtozier · 6 years ago

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gimme 31 with Reddie!! you know the soft sweet shit makes my heart go WOOSH💘💖💞💙💛💜

this took me one million years, but here it is. this was also requested by @starryhowll & @lilgeorgie #31 saying “I love you” in awe, the first time they realize it

this is hella long and probably shitty but what can you do ya know i hope y'all enjoy anyway!!

also if anyone cares this set in the same universe as reminding me (ya know that fic I’m trying to write lmao) so this is my ficverse Richie and eddie in their high school years

The summer break before they went off to college hadn’t started off too great, in Richie’s opinion. As he laid across Eddie’s living room couch, staring out the window, watching the streets continue to flood as they had been all week, he couldn’t help but feel a little glum. This was their last summer before they became college students and he sure as hell didn’t want to spend the whole thing cooped up in a house. He didn’t want to complain too much though. Eddie had invited him over an hour earlier because he knew that the rest of their friends had prior engagements and that Richie grew restless and bored if he was left to his own devices for too long and for that, he was grateful. If he had to spend the first week of summer cooped up in a house, he was glad it was Eddie’s.

“This is the third time this week it’s poured down rain. The bottom has fallen out! It’s raining cats and dogs out there, Eds! A straight gully washer, I tell ya! A downpour! A real drencher! A-”

“Holy shit, Richie! Enough! How many other words for rain could there possibly be?” Eddie interrupted his yelling with a smile evident in his voice.

“Well, since you asked, there’s-”

“No! No, forget I asked. Please, spare me!” Eddie didn’t try to hold back his laughter at his best friends antics, causing Richie to smile back while ignoring the warm feeling that pooled in his stomach.

“What are you doing over there anyway?” Richie questioned Eddie, who had been sitting at his kitchen table staring at his computer screen for what seemed to be forever.

“How pathetic would I sound if I told you that I’ve been obsessively refreshing my email this whole time?” He gave Richie a sad half smile as he closed the laptop.

“Well, that depends. Are you waiting for the Dominos to send you a coupon or are you waiting on your acceptance letter from NYU?” Richie sat up to make room on the couch and gestured Eddie to come sit by him. Eddie sighed, but travelled into the living room.

“Neither. I’m probably waiting for my rejection letter from NYU.” He stated glumly, ignoring Richie’s joke.

“Aw, come on, Eds! We both know you’re gettin’ in! Why wouldn’t ya? NYU would be nothin’ but lucky to have a cute little straight A baseball star like you in their medical program! Just like they’re incredibly lucky to have me in their music program! You gotta stop thinking about it too much or you’re gonna go insane.”

Unbeknownst to Eddie, Richie had also been driving himself insane thinking about it. He wasn’t sure what he’d do if Eddie didn’t get in. All the losers had been talking about all going to NYU since their freshman year. They had all wanted to stay together so that’s where they all applied. It had great programs for all of their interests. Eddie had been the last of them to apply, due to his insane mother using her tears to talk him out of wanting to leave. He finally did it though, one night at Bill’s, with the encouragement of his friends. That had been a month ago and he still hadn’t heard back.

“I shouldn’t have applied so late.”

“Yeah, maybe so, but it’s gonna be fine. There’s literally no reason they wouldn’t let you in.” Richie was talking to himself just as much as he was Eddie. For some reason that he hadn’t figured out yet, the thought of Eddie not being with him next year left a hollow feeling in his chest. He decided it was because Eddie was his best friend. That’s what they were. That’s all they were. ‘Just best friends’ is a thought he had to keep repeating to himself. Everytime Eddie would lay his head on Richie’s shoulder: ‘Just best friends just best friends just best friends’. Everytime Eddie would laugh his adorable laugh at one of Richie’s jokes: ‘Just best friends just best friends just best friends’. Everytime Eddie would get drunk and flirt with Richie and only Richie: ‘Just best friends just best friends just best friends’. Everytime Eddie looked up at Richie and bit his lip: ‘Just best friends just best friends just best friends’ .

“I hope so. Anyway, I need to stop thinking about it. You’re right.”

“As always. Now back to the problem at hand. This rain. I have never been more bored in my entire life. But I have just the thing. We’re watching that new scary movie. They just put it on netflix!” Richie was already getting up to adjust the tv before his last sentence.

“It didn’t even look scary! It’s probably gonna suck.” Eddie complained, but settled back against the couch, putting his feet underneath him, grateful for the distraction and for the man that offered it. Richie started the movie and headed back towards the couch. Eddie looked up at him and gave him a soft smile, sending butterflies through Richie’s stomach. ‘Just best friends just best friends just best friends’.

Half an hour later they were sat huddled together, eyes wide and nerves on edge.

“Richie.” Eddie whispered.

“I know. You were wrong. This shit is scary.” Eddie only nodded in response because it had reached the point in the movie where it was obvious a big jumpscare was coming. Each time the spooky music would get louder they would inch closer to each other.

“This is the longest build up to a jumpscare ever!”

“Shhh, Richie!” The movie went silent and they waited to be terrified, when a loud ‘bing’ noise came from the kitchen, which still terrified them both.

“Fucking shit!” Richie screamed as he all but fell off of the couch.

“It’s okay. It’s fine. It was just my computer.” Eddie laughed a little at the sight of the boy next him half hanging off the side of the couch, but quickly sobered up.

“What is it?”

“It was my computer. My email. Richie, it was my email!” Eddie looked at him with wide eyes.

“Holy shit, Eds! NYU! Go check it! Hurry up! Get up! What are you still doing sitting here?” He began shoving Eddie off the couch, but Eddie made no move to actually get up.

“What’s the problem?”

“Rich… what if I didn’t get in? What will I do? I can’t stay here. I can’t stay here with my mom. I can’t be here while you guys are there. That would kill me, Rich. I can’t be without you.” Richie noticed there were tears gathering in Eddie’s eyes and his heart lurched in his chest.

“Hey, come on. We’ll open it together, okay?” Richie had put his hand in Eddie’s and Eddie had squeezed it appreciatively. He then sniffed as he rose from the couch and made his way to his computer, still holding Richie’s hand. ‘Just best friends just best friends just best friends.’

Eddie opened up his laptop and sucked in a breath.

“It’s from admissions. This is it.” Eddie went to click open the email when he stopped.

“Wait.. just go over there. I wanna do this by myself.” Eddie felt childish having Richie hold his hand for support. They both tried to act like they didn’t miss the contact when Richie released his grip and made his way over to other end of the table.

“Okay. Here I go.” Eddie held his breath as he opened the email. Richie watched with anticipation as Eddie’s eyes moved over the screen. He then saw Eddie’s eyes fill with more tears and his lower lip begin to quiver and Richie’s stomach dropped to the floor.

“Oh, Eddie. I’m so sorry. Hey, who gives a shit about NYU? Fuck them! I don’t even wanna go there that bad anyway. If they don’t want you, they don’t want me!”

“Rich-”

“Me and you could go to a shitty community college, who the fuck cares? School is school.”

“Richie, I -”

“Hell, we don’t even have to go to college just yet. People take years off all the time. And we could get our own apartment. NYU or no NYU I’m getting you out of this hellhole, I promise you that!”

“Richie Tozier!” Eddie said with a laugh and tears in his eyes.

“Oh. Sorry, what?”

“I got in.”

“Wait… what?”

“Richie, I got in. I’m going to NYU. With you. Well, with everyone. We’re all going. I got in! Holy shit, Richie, I got in!” Eddie began to yell with excitement.

“Oh! Holy fuck! Eds!” Richie began to yell back and then they were both running into each other. Eddie felt himself being lifted off the ground and then he was going in circles. He wrapped his legs around Richie’s waist and giddy giggles bubbled out of him. When Richie stopped spinning, Eddie pulled his head out of Richie’s neck to look at him. Richie thought he was going to die. Eddie still had tears on his cheeks, but he had the biggest smile on his face. His blonde, wavy hair had gotten slightly messed up when he had buried his head into Richie’s neck and Richie thinks it’s the most beautiful sight he had ever seen. That thought was quickly replaced with ‘Just best friends just best friends just best friends’.

“Richie.” Eddie whispered.

“Yeah, Eds?” He whispered back. Richie was expecting Eddie to tell him to put him down or that the staring had reached the point where it was weird. Instead, he felt Eddie’s lips collide with his own. He sucked in a breath of surprise, causing Eddie to lean further into the kiss. Richie let his eyes flutter shut as his mouth caught up to his thoughts. He walked them both backwards until his back hit the wall. Eddie’s hands made their way into Richie’s curls and Richie used his to hold Eddie flush against his chest. Richie would be lying if he said he hadn’t imagined this moment before. He always laughed it off because ‘Just best friends’ would never kiss each other, but in this moment, with Eddie’s tongue making its way into Richie’s mouth and the knowledge that they would be spending another four or so years together after this kiss was over, made Richie think that they had never been ‘Just best friends’ at all. In fact, he thinks he may have known that the whole time. With that thought, he laughed softly into the kiss, causing Eddie to pull away and laugh back at him.

“What is it?” His words came out breathlessly, which made Richie want to put their lips right back together, but he had to take care of something first.

“Eddie… Eds… I love you.” Eddie’s smile didn’t falter at Richie’s words. If anything, his smile grew.

“I know. I love you too.”

“No. No, Eddie. I mean I love you. I love love you.” Richie thought Eddie didn’t understand. They both said ‘I love you’ all of the time, but Richie seemed to just now get that he may have meant it a lot more than he thought he did. Eddie, however, has known since the age of sixteen that Richie Tozier was the person he wanted to spend the rest of his life with. He had a feeling Richie shared that sentiment and had been waiting 3 years for him to catch up.

“I know, you idiot, I love love you too. I have for a long time now. I was wondering how long it would take you to get with the program.” He said with a giggle.

“Fuck. I’m such a dumbass! Better late than never though right?” Eddie stared down at Richie in a way that Richie knew he’d seen before, but now knew that the expression was one of love.

“Yeah. We sure do have a lot of time to make up for, though.” Richie let out a loud laugh at Eddie’s words and Eddie laughed right back.

“I guess it’s a good thing we have 4 more years to look forward to then, huh?”

“I guess so. I can’t wait.” Then their mouths were pressed together again and Richie’s mind kept repeating the same thought.

‘More than best friends’

#reddie #reminding me fic #request #mine #richie tozier #eddie kaspbrak

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5hfanfiction · 6 years ago

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Why Did I Get Married? (Camren)

Chapter Twenty: The Cabellos (pt.1)

Betrayal.

The saddest thing about betrayal is that it never comes from our enemies. Well, we don’t place any sort of trust in our enemies to begin with, but the betrayal from your loved ones; friends, family, significant others, now that’s where it hurts.

It has the power to destroy you.

The same way it slowly destroyed Camila’s take on love and relationships.

Your dad isn’t supposed to be the first man or the first person to break your heart. A father is a standard against which your daughters would judge the persons who want to love her, and a figure in which their sons should follow in their footsteps.

Cheating is a choice not a mistake.

You can be so completely in love with someone, treat them right, give them all that you have, but if they want to cheat, they will. And the sad truth is that, it’s not even your fault. The relationship can be perfect but at some point your partner would become unsatisfied and wouldn’t want you anymore.

How can you just leave someone’s life? How is it so easy for the person who claimed they ‘love’ you to just walk away? What do they do with all the memories of the both of you laughing and talking at 3 A.M, under the night’s sky looking up at the stars?

How can someone go from protecting you from the monsters under your bed, to filling your eyes with tears with the thought of them?

How could he have just left like that? Did he never care at all?

Camila often contemplated whether her father had loved her or not. Maybe, just maybe at one point he did, but to leave her and to completely shattered her heart, it made her believe that he didn’t.

You don’t hurt the ones you love.

Right?

How can you sleep at night? I want to know how you can sleep at night knowing that you destroyed someone’s take on love. How can you look at her, and tell her that you love her when your lips are touching another. Do your lies sit at the tip of your tongue, so that whenever she asked you where you were; rather than saying you were with another, you claim you were just preoccupied with a case?

I want to know how you can cheat on her every single day and not feel any sort of remorse.

How can you drag your daughter into this? How can you live with yourself knowing that you’re the reason why she now wears fake smiles, and can’t seem to get close to any man or woman that has ever tried to love her?

Maybe it’s because you’re heartless, so you caused her to use her heart less, because she thinks that everyone around her simply couldn’t even care less.

Is this really what you call a family?

***

“The audacity of you people,” Maggie Jauregui’s voice boomed through the Jauregui - Cabellos’ kitchen. The family of three were now having breakfast. Camila was scheduled to have her family session today with Doctor Briggs; meaning that her stepmother, sister, mother along with herself were all in for a bumpy ride. She didn’t know what to expect, but she was anticipating the worse. Meanwhile, Lauren had to work and Izzy was heading off to school. “No one even set a plate for me. I thought I told you guys I was coming to visit!” She pouted.

“AUNTY MAGGIE!” Izzy screamed and jumped off her chair, running into the awaiting arms of her aunt. “I missed you. It’s been forever.” The child buried her face in the crook of the woman’s neck.

Maggie sighed in content and smiled. “Aw, isn’t it my favourite niece.” She placed various kisses on the child’s face. “You have no idea how much I missed you and we FaceTimed every night!” She clutched onto the child tighter. “Please don’t ever let me go. I’ll die without you.”

This had been the longest Maggie had been away from her niece. Usually her modelling gigs meant that she had to be away for maybe a week, but it had almost been three and she was practically dying without the little munchkin called Emilia Isabella aka her 'Mini Me’.

“Ehem,” Lauren cleared her throat. “I missed you too.”

The younger Jauregui sister laughed and walked towards her sister, she wrapped her free arm around her and did the same with her sister in law.

“I’m sorry. I didn’t check my phone in a minute. But it’s nice to have your annoying ass back,” Lauren said. She slid a plate with some bacon and eggs towards her sister as the woman took a seat. “How was Madrid? Shouldn’t you have been back sooner?”

Maggie shoved a fork full of bacon into her mouth. “Madrid was amazing as usual. Meeting my fans, the girls and guys who look up to me…it’s such an incredible feeling to know that I inspire people, you know?” Camila nodded in understanding. Whenever someone told her how much she meant to them, or how she helped them through some hard times, she couldn’t help but feel proud. “Andddd…I should’ve been back within a week, but I met up with someone.” She blushed.

Camila smirked and pointed a finger at her. “Margarita Violetta Jauregui, don’t you be holding out on me. Who was it? Does her name begin with an A, because I know a certain someone was in Spain the same time as you.”

Lauren laughed at her wife’s insinuation. She had lowkey been shipping Maggie and her old friend; Natasha, but whoever made her sister happy that’s all that mattered.

The model rolled her eyes. “Yes, Camzii. I was with Ari. We spent a few days around Madrid. It was really nice.”

“Are you two girlfriends?” Izzy asked after she took a sip of juice. Her eyes trained on her aunt.

“What do you know about girlfriends, Mini Me?”

Izzy shrugged. “Just that when you like someone, you want them to be your girlfriend and you can be best friends!”

Lauren snorted. Kids and their dumb definitions of things. “That’s right, baby. Do you like Ariana?”

“I do.” Maggie answered, then smacked her face with her palm. “You were talking to Izzy weren’t you?”

“No use in denying it now, chica. The both of you better get married. I’m already mentally planning the wedding,” Camila stood and placed all the empty dishes in the sink. “Maggie can you drop Izzy to school?”

The model shrugged. “Y'all paying for my gas?”

“You’re rich,” Camila stated.

“And? Gas is expensive,” Lauren playfully punched her sister and ushered her daughter upstairs to brush her teeth and grab her jacket. It had been raining all morning and it was rather cold. “You guys have your session today or something?”

Camila sighed. “No. Just me.”

“Then why do you look so glum? Is the marriage going downhill?” Maggie asked as she helped her sister in law do the dishes. Lauren came downstairs again with Izzy.

“I’ll drop Izzy to school. Can you carry Camila to Doctor Briggs?” Lauren asked her sister who nodded.

“Give mummy a kiss.” Camila bent down and wrapped her daughter in a hug. “I love you, princesa.”

“I love you too, mummy. Bye aunty Maggie. Love you!” Izzy wrapped her arms around her aunt’s legs.

“Bye, Camz,” Lauren placed a chaste kiss on Camila’s lips, and smacked her sister. “Later, loser.”

Maggie shoved her sister away. “Perrita!” She yelled at her sister, Lauren flipped her off. She then turned to her sister in law, smirking. “Sooo…why was I not informed that y'all are getting back at it? Lip lock action. Tonsil tennis. Canoodling.” She fake wiped a tear. “My ship is sailing. Let me call Dinah.”

Camila laughed and grabbed the woman’s iPhone. “Maggie, behave! We’re just making minor steps on the road of progress.”

“Mhm,” the model smirked and winked. “It’s fine. Y'all don’t have to tell me what goes on behind closed doors….bedroom doors that is.”

The singer shoved her playfully, grabbed her jacket and car keys. “Come on, I don’t want to be late.”

***

The car ride was unbearably silent. Maggie had tried to initiate some conversation, but the playful mood that Camila had earlier was long gone. She kept glancing out the window and kept shaking her leg up and down.

Maggie placed her hand on Camila’s thigh to stop the movement. “Okay, what the fuck is going on?” She glanced off the road to look at the woman in the passenger seat. “You seem nervous. Why?”

Camila sighed heavily. “I’m having a session with my mom, Valentina and Becky.”

“Hold up, Valentina as in 'ruined your family Valentina’?”

The woman sighed and nodded. “Yeah that Valentina. It’s all a part of letting go or some shit like that.”

Maggie pulled up to a red light and studied Camila’s expression. “Hey, it’s going to be okay. You know that right?”

Camila shook her head 'no’. “I’m not…I’m not ready to see her as yet, Mags. I don’t even know how I feel towards her. I don’t know what I’m going to do when I see her.” The light turned green and Maggie drove off. She grabbed one of Camila’s hands and intertwined their fingers. “I’m still so angry at her for what she did…but then I met her daughter and she’s literally the sweetest person I’ve ever met. After 26 years, Mags…I have a sister. A real life sister. I want to get to know her, to learn to love her. But I don’t know if I can forgive her mother.”

Maggie pulled up to a building and parked alongside the pavement. They had arrived rather early for Camila’s session so they stayed outside. “You don’t have to forgive her, you know?”

Camila stared at her.

“I mean…you don’t have to forgive her just yet. You’re sitting here and you don’t know her side of the story or anyone’s side to begin with, so it’s obviously easy to say that you’re angry, that you can’t forgive her. Maybe she regrets it. Maybe she regrets hurting you guys. You don’t know as yet,” Maggie turned her body in place to face Camila, taking her hands in her again. “It doesn’t lessen the fact that it hurt. She can be how sorry she wants, but I know it won’t give you the years you missed with your dad back. But the thing is, you’re not forgiving her to put her mind to ease…you’re forgiving her for you. Because you have to. Because you need to. Because you need to be the parent for Izzy that you wanted, when you were falling apart. You need to do this to start healing, Camzii.”

The words hit Camila so hard. Tears began to flow freely down her cheeks. Maggie wrapped her arms around her sister in law as best as she could. “It’s going to be okay. I promise you, it’s going to be okay.” She pulled back from the hug and cupped Camila’s cheeks in her hand, drying her tears with her thumbs. “And if it’s not okay, I’m going to be here. Whether you want me to or not.”

Camila let out a soft laugh. “God, you’re annoying but I love you.”

Maggie smiled. “I love you too, Camzii. I’ll kill someone for you if I have to.”

“Let’s not go that far.”

The model shrugged. “Just say the word and I’ll grab my gun. I’m not white so I probably won’t get off the hook. If something happens to me start a trend on twitter; #FreeMaggie.”

Camila threw her head back in laughter. Her sister in law could always make her laugh and forget her problems. It was one of the reasons why they became so close so quick. She was extremely friendly and genuinely such a nice person, who couldn’t love her?

“Thank you, Maggiesaurus. You’re the best.”

Maggie kinked an eyebrow. “Oh hell naw. That’s a shitty name, get out my car.”

“Oh shit. I forgot to check in with Becky to ensure that they were coming,” Camila pulled out her phone and scrolled through her contacts looking for her sister. “I’ll FaceTime her.” After two rings, the girl’s face was seen on the screen.

“Hey, Camila. What’s up?” Becky smiled when she saw her sister.

Maggie grabbed Camila’s phone. “Ooh shit, girl. You fine. How old are you?”

Becky blushed. “I’m 16.”

“16 turning 17; which means almost 18. Or just turned 16,” Maggie stared at the girl in awe. “You’re like so beautiful though. What the hell.”

Camila smacked the woman and took her phone back. “She’s 16 turning 17 soon.” She then addressed Becky. “That’s my sister in law; Maggie. She takes some getting used to.”

Becky laughed. “Tell her she’s cute.”

“You’re cuter,” Maggie popped back into the screen. “We’ll be seeing more of each other.” She winked.

Camila rolled her eyes and stepped out of Maggie’s Range Rover. “I forgot to ask, are you guys coming today? You and Valentina.”

Becky nodded and showed Camila around the room that she was in. “We’re literally in the waiting room. Your mom is here as well. Where are you?”

Upon knowing that her sister and stepmother were already there waiting for her, her heart rate began to accelerate. She wasn’t ready to do this, but she had to. Maggie was right. She had to do this for her. After a minute, Camila hung up the phone.

“Do you want me to go in with you?” Maggie asked, concern laced in her tone.

Camila nodded. “Y-yeah,” she muttered. “Thank you.”

The model nodded and took her sister in law’s hand in hers and then headed into the building. The elevator ride was a lot longer than she remembered, when the doors opened, she exhaled loudly and her grip on Maggie’s hand tightened.

“Fuck. Girl you got a strong ass grip. Geez, Louise.” Maggie muttered as she pulled away and rubbed her hand.

Becky was the first to approach them. She pulled Camila into a hug. “Hey, you doing okay?”

Camila sighed and shrugged. “I’m doing okay. Where’s your…” She didn’t have any time to finish her question. That’s when she saw Valentina sitting a few metres off, next to her mother. She had her legs crossed and was engrossed in conversation. Camila couldn’t help but stare at the woman. It had been years since she had seen her. Her facial features had matured. Her figure had developed into more of a woman. At the time she was working for Alejandro, she was in her early twenties, so she was bound to mature.

“Camila…”

The name rolled off Valentina’s tongue so smoothly. It sounded the same way it did, when Camila had actually liked her.

“Valentina,” Camila said curtly. Sinu stood and greeted her daughter with the biggest of hugs. God, did she know how much Camila needed that. “Hey, mom. Thanks for coming.”

Sinu shrugged. “I had nothing better to do anyway.” She pulled Maggie in a hug as well, who had seemed to busy herself with talking to Becky. She had gotten the teenager’s number and they had exchanged social media, as well. “Look at you. It feels like I haven’t seen you in ages.”

Maggie laughed and hugged Sinu back. “We saw each other for Camila’s birthday, Sinu. It hasn’t been that long.”

The old woman made a 'oh whatever’ movement with her hand, and took a seat. “Where’s my granddaughter? You haven’t brought her over in so long, Camilita. I miss her.”

Camila sighed. “We’ve been a bit busy. Maybe later you can come over?” Sinu nodded. Before anyone could utter another word, Doctor Briggs stepped into the waiting room.

“Greetings, everyone. My name is Doctor Briggs, it’s nice to have all of you here,” Doctor Briggs smiled brightly at everyone. “Before we get into anything, Camila, can I have a moment with you alone in my office?” Camila nodded and followed her therapist into her office. “How are you doing today?” Chelsea asked as she took a seat, pulling out her notepad.

The singer shrugged. “Well for starters the woman my dad cheated on my mom with is sitting right outside this room, along with my half sister, and we’re all about to sit in her and talk about our feelings…how do you think I’m feeling?” Doctor Briggs simply stared at her. “I’m holding on to the last bit of calm that I can muster.”

The therapist nodded. “And how did your assignment go? Did you carry it out?”

At the mention of that, a small smile appeared on Camila’s face. “Yeah, I did it. I decided to do a romantic dip in our Jacuzzi. We kissed a lot and it was pretty…out there,” she made a random hand gesture. “Then we talked and stuff. It was really amazing. Lauren was shocked at first, but she eventually allowed it to happen. From her kissing me, I could tell that she was really into it.”

Doctor Briggs nodded and wrote in her pad. “How has things been between the both of you after this assignment?”

“Well, we’ve been openly cuddling in front of Izzy. It seems more natural now. It just happens automatically, you know? I would be watching television, and Lauren would sit next to me, then next thing I know, we’re both laying down on the couch, she’s playing with my hair and kissing my cheek.” The therapist was making notes as Camila went along. “Izzy seems to notice it too, because I’ve seen her on many occasions just looking at us and grinning.” She smiled at the mention of her daughter. Camila couldn’t be happier that her daughter wasn’t worried about her not returning, about her parents going to leave her. A child was never supposed to worry about these things.

“I’m glad to hear that, Camila. What you did for your assignment was a nice touch. And it’s only natural that things are starting to fall back into please,” Doctor Briggs placed her notepad to the side of her on a table. “Give me a moment, I’m going to call your family in.”

Camila nodded and tried to steady her breathing. A moment later, everyone came into the room. She saw Maggie in the doorway giving a thumbs up and signing that she was going to wait there for her.

Becky took a seat next to Camila on her right, meanwhile Sinu sat on her daughter’s left; and Valentina sitting on her own daughter’s right.

“Allow me to reintroduce myself. I’m Doctor Chelsea Briggs. I��m a psychotherapist. I’ve been a marriage counsellor for almost ten years,” she walked around and shook the strangers’ hands. “You must be Sinu, Rebecca and Valentina?” Everyone nodded.

“You can call be Becky. Rebecca seems too formal,” her mother stared at her but didn’t say anything.

Doctor Briggs nodded. “The reason that you’re all here today is to help Camila here, understand and work through some things with her late father; Alejandro. Camila, if I may?” She directed the question towards her client who nodded. “Well, my client, Camila here, came to me a couple months ago seeking help in learning to let go of the past and to accept certain things about her. To forgive herself for the things she cannot change, and to forgive those who have hurt her. And in order for her to move pass this, she needs to hash out the root of her problems; which revolves around her father’s act of infidelity.”

Valentina and Sinu nodded. Meanwhile, Becky kept playing with something that was in her jacket pocket.

“But before we go any further, I’ll like to inform you that I will be making notes throughout our session. Is that okay with you all?” They nodded. “So, let’s dive right in, shall we?” She turned towards her client. “Camila, can you tell us about how you discovered your father’s act of infidelity. I want you to tell us how you felt.”

All eyes fell on Camila. Her breathing rate increased. She took a deep breath in and began. “I remember the day too well. It’s something I wish I couldn’t. I think I had recently turned 7. Mom, you were out that day. I was sick so you made me take a day off school,” she turned to look at her mother. “Dad had been taking really good care of me. He told me to stay in my room and that he would come in every hour to see how I was doing. But me being a kid, I didn’t want to stay coped up in my room all day. When I went downstairs….” Camila paused. She felt her throat tightening. She just wished that Lauren was here with her, but unfortunately that wasn’t so. “I saw you,” Camila stared at Valentina. “I saw you kissing my father. The woman who I called my aunt. The woman who took such good care of me whenever my mother wasn’t around. How could you do that? How could betray my family’s trust in you?!” The bitter tears flowed down Camila’s cheeks. Sinu placed a hand on her daughter’s shoulder.

Doctor Briggs made a note of this. She studied Valentina’s reaction. The way she flinched due to Camila’s accusations. The sadness that laced the woman’s eyes when she was listening to Camila’s story. Her head was facing front, maybe due to the fact that she couldn’t simply look the woman in her eyes. The woman who’s father she had took away when she was just a little girl.

“So, after you discovered this, you told your mother?”

Becky handed Camila a tissue, that she graciously took and dabbed her eyes. “Yes. They got a divorce when I was 8.”

Doctor Briggs nodded. “How old were you when, Becky was born? Did you know she existed?”

Camila sighed. “I must’ve been 9, I think when she was born. I knew he had started a family after the divorce, but I only found out a few years leading up to his death about her.”

“And you have never met before this? Did you have any sort of communication before?”

The singer looked between Becky and her mother; the teenager nodded as though signalling her that it was okay for her mother to find out that they had met. “Y-yeah. We bumped into each other a couple weeks ago at the park. Then a couple meetings after, she told me who she was.”

“What was it like when your father left? Did you get to see him on weekends, during the holidays, etc?”

Camila laughed through her tears. “I didn’t want to see him. I didn’t want to have anything to do with him. He came to my school a few times, but I ended up getting a ride each time with some of my friends’ parents just to avoid him.” She recalled the memory of avoiding her father at all costs. She looked up and stared at nothing in particular. Becky kept staring at her sister’s side profile. She saw the way Camila’s lips quivered with every question relating to their dad; she saw the tears flow from her sister’s eyes. She saw just how much their father had hurt her. “Eventually he stopped coming. He stopped calling me. Post cards on my birthdays, Christmas…they never came.”

Sinu scooted closer to her daughter and wrapped an arm around her waist. She knew just how hard of a topic this was for her.

“I have to admit something…” Doctor Briggs allowed Camila to proceed. “One day, I was like 13 I think. I had gotten off from school early. You weren’t home,” Camila said to her mother. “I didn’t know what caused me to go to their house. My feet had a mind of it’s own, they propelled me forward, until I was standing in front their house, looking through their windows,” Camila wiped her tears with the sleeve of her jacket. “And that’s when I saw him. He had Becky in his hands. The biggest smile on his face, as he spun around with her. I could’ve only assumed she was laughing, because you had a smile on your face too,” Becky nodded as though she had vaguely remembered the memory of that day. “Then I saw Valentina watching them. I felt the anger, the jealousy, everything…” She had to pause because the tears were becoming too much for her. “That…that was my breaking point. I was so mad at him. I was so hurt, because why her not me? She got his love so easy. He gave her unconditional love, and all I got was conditional love,” Camila angrily wiped her tears. “So I ran away without even looking back. I never went there again.”

Doctor Briggs allowed Camila a moment to compose herself. Her mother had pulled her into her arms and kept whispering little nothings into her ear, trying to soothe her pain.

“I want every one of you, to speak about the time leading up to his death. Sinu,” Chelsea turned towards Camila’s mother. “We’re starting with you. How was it leading up to Alejandro’s death?”

Sinu nodded and began to speak. “I didn’t see him as much as Valentina, but the days I went to the hospital, he had kept asking for Camila,” she looked at her daughter who just shrunk into her seat. “He made me promise that I would always take good care of her. He wasn’t as talkative as he used to be, but then again he never really was to begin with,” Sinu laughed to herself. “When he died, I felt as though I lost a part of me. I had forgiven him for every hurt that he had caused me, because he was my one true love, but losing him was another type of pain. I’ve gotten over it. I’ve made my peace with it. I just hope that he’s in a better place. Por la gracia de Dios.”

Doctor Briggs kept making her notes. She came to the conclusion that Sinu was obviously more forgiving than her daughter. But the thing is, children tend to have a strong bond with their parents, they tend to look up to them, and though they may be naive; Camila had expected a lot from her father. Only to be let down and hurt.

“Becky, it’s your turn.”

Rebecca had looked between her mother and the therapist. She didn’t think she had to say something; she thought she was just there for show, or to stop Camila from killing her mother.

“Um.. I don’t think my side of the story is necessary,” Becky awkwardly rubbed the back her head. “I don’t you know…remember anything significant.”

“Rebecca,” was all her mother stated that ceased her rambling.

The teenager sighed. “I wasn’t even 6 yet,” she side eyed her mother. Like how did this woman expect her to remember all that? “But I remember how he would always mention a girl. He never gave me her name, but he showed me a picture. I remember telling him that she looked just like me,” Becky glanced at Camila. “He would tell me that he misses her. I didn’t know what to do, so I would just hug him. I remember seeing the sadness in his eyes, but back then, I didn’t know what it was.” Becky sighed. “Those were the days he was sober anyway,” she shrugged.

Rebecca paused, she inhaled and exhaled loudly. She had never spoken about her father like this. Sure, she would’ve entertained the topic of her father, but at the time, she was young and she couldn’t remember much, nor did she get much time with him.

“The days where he was drunk out of his mind, I would overhear him and my mom arguing. They argued a lot,” she turned to face her mother. “Y'all argued about every single thing, and I guess you didn’t even care to see if I was up. To see if I was okay…and truth is mom, I wasn’t okay. I would cry myself to sleep every night because I thought it was my fault,” when the first tear rolled down Becky’s cheeks, she tried her best to contain herself. “And when papi died…you put so much pressure on me; to the point that I think you hate me. I tried so hard to make you happy, to make papi happy because I thought that’s why you pushed me so hard…but now? I don’t even know. We don’t even talk anymore. Sure, we talk, but we don’t talk at the same time.” She told her mother; whose own eyes were filled with unshed tears.

“OKAY!” Valentina yelled. “That’s enough. I get it, okay? I get it! I’m a horrible person. I ruined your family,” she faced Camila and her mother. “And apparently I was too stuck in my own head to know that I was ruining my own.” She grabbed her purse. “But I’m not going to stay here and be a target for anyone. Rebecca, come on.”

Doctor Briggs interjected the woman’s fit. “Mrs Cabello, if I may,” Valentina stopped. “No one here is targeting you. They’re all giving their take on the death of your late husband.” The therapist motioned to the couch; her daughter had not moved, but she seemed a bit upset by what she had just said. It wasn’t Becky’s intention to hurt her mother’s feelings. “We need to hear your story as well. Please, have a seat.”

“Why? What’s the point? I’m being blamed for everything.”

Camila scoffed. “Don’t go around acting as though you’re the victim here! How could you?!” She screamed at the woman she had spent so many years with. “I TRUSTED YOU! I loved you as though you were my blood!” Bitter tears were rolling down her face. She stood to be at Valentina’s height. “Did you not once think, think for a moment about what you were doing?! Did I not matter one bit to you?”

Valentina’s eyes were red; she kept wiping at them but the tears never ceased.

“Camila…I..” Her stepmother began but she stopped. She reached an arm out for her stepdaughter but Camila moved away. “I’m…sorry.” Valentina managed to muster out. Her voice cracking at the end.

Becky took her mom’s hand and made her sit. She then turned towards her sister. “I know you’re hurt, Camila. What you feel towards my mom, is a pain I don’t think I will ever fully understand.” Becky took Camila in her arms. “I’m sorry. I’m sorry that you had to go through all this. You don’t deserve it.”

The singer sniffled and looked at her sister. “Neither did you,” she ran her fingers through Becky’s hair. “I got the good times with our dad. I got a man who cared about his family. Who never argued in front of me. I got the real him…but you?” Her younger sister sighed and looked down. “You got the shit years. You didn’t deserve that either. None of this is your fault.”

Becky shook her head and smiled. “None of it is yours either, Mila.” Camila smiled at the slip up of a nickname. She pulled her sister into a hug and dried her own tears.

Upon retaking their seats, Sinu placed her hand on her daughter’s thigh and searched her eyes for an answer as to her well-being. “Mija, te quiero.” She placed a kiss on Camila’s forehead.

“I love you too, mami.”

Doctor Briggs made her notes throughout this, choosing not to interrupt as it was a means of letting everyone release their built up emotions. Seeing that the drama had died down, she turned to address her client’s stepmother. “Valentina, can you tell us what you remember leading up to your husband’s death?”

All eyes were on Valentina. Becky slipped her hand into her mother’s and gave it a reassuring squeeze. “Ale…he was one of the sweetest men that I had ever met. He was charming, a gentleman, he was such a great father to you, Camila. I know our meeting wasn’t…ideal for the lack of a better word, but I truly loved him. It was never my intention to let it go the way it did. It wasn’t my intention to hurt you, Sinu,” she looked at her husband’s ex wife, who simply nodded with a smile on her face. “And it wasn’t my intention to hurt you, Camila. You were only a child and I took away your father from you. I blame myself everyday for his death; but I can’t do anything about it now.”

Camila didn’t say anything. She just sat there processing everything that’s as coming out of the woman’s mouth.

“He spoke about you guys so much; that’s why were argued all the time,” Valentina looked to her own daughter. “He made me feel guilty and I know I was, but the both of us were the ones to blame. It was just supposed to be a one time thing…but it turned out to be more than that. I ended up falling for him. I couldn’t help it.”

The heart wants what it wants; even though it was a married man with a six year old daughter.

“When he started drinking himself to a stupor, I tried to convince him to visit you, to try to talk to you,” Valentina looked at Camila. The singer’s eyes were filled with pain that no one would understand unless they were in her shoes. “But he was so afraid that you would turn him away. That day…that day you saw us; Rebecca, your father and I, he saw you. He ran out of the house but you were already too far off. He wanted to follow after you, but he collapsed. He was already so sick that doing simple tasks were too much for him.”

Camila felt her heart clench at the thought of her father laying on the ground. She should’ve stayed but she was too angry. Too caught up in her own feelings. Sinu took her daughter’s hand in hers and kissed it lightly.

“He loved you, Camila. Until his dying breath. He loved you.”

Doctor Briggs turned towards her client. “Camila, do you have anything to say?” But the woman shook her head 'no’, trying to wrap her head around what her stepmother had just said. “Now, tell us, Camila, how did you react to finding out about your father’s death?”

Camila shook her head. “I…I can’t keep reliving this, Chelsea. I-I can’t.” She was about to stand, but Becky held her hand; stopping her.

“Hey, look at me,” Becky said. “You’re not in this alone, okay? I’m here. I’m here,” Camila’s younger sister, pulled the woman into a hug; and rubbed soothing circles into her back. Valentina looking on at the interaction between the two sisters. She was always a bit skeptical for when they were to meet, but this was a lot different than she had imagined. “It’s going to be okay,” Becky said to her as they pulled away from the hug.

Camila nodded and took a minute to compose herself. “I..uh..I’m sorry about that.” She laughed awkwardly and cleared her throat.

“It’s okay, Camila. We’re here to help you. It’s okay to feel as though you’re not able to relive these painful memories, but in order to move on, you have to talk about them and to let go.”

“When I found out he was sick, I tried to hide just how much it affected me. When my mom was at work, I would sneak into my dad’s study at home and just sit at his desk, looking at the room where he spent most of his time. I wanted to feel close to him,” Camila sighed. “When my mom told me he died, I felt my heart shatter one last time because of him. I lost a little weight because I wasn’t eating. I felt like I lost every last bit of sanity I had. I was filled with so much regret that I tried to bury those feelings with the hate that I had for what he did.”

Doctor Briggs placed her notepad on her lap and addressed Camila. “You need to work on forgiving yourself, Camila. Your father’s transgressions weren’t because of you. You can’t keep blaming yourself for someone’s inability to love you and be the person you wanted them to be.”

Camila sighed and nodded. Not saying anything again. Becky took her sister’s hand in hers, bringing it to her lips and lightly kissing it. Camila smiled softly. Their relationship had slowly began to blossom after the revelation; the two weren’t close per say, but chances of getting there was rather high.

“The pain I feel, I don’t think I will ever get over it,” Camila sighed heavily.

“That’s the thing about pain, it needs time to heal. You will never be the same, but you will heal. And you will be so much stronger than this. All of you,” Doctor Briggs addressed everyone. “You all have decades of pain and anger built up in your hearts; except for maybe you Sinu, but he had hurt you at one point. What I would like for you all to allow me to do, is to teach you how to better communicate with one another.”

Becky and Sinu nodded without hesitation, meanwhile Valentina and Camila were a bit reluctant but they nodded either way.

“Okay, Camila what is your current feelings towards Valentina?”

The Argentinean singer sighed heavily. “I..I haven’t forgiven you yet,” she glanced at the woman. “But I don’t hate you. You were a major part of my life and I would like that someday we would be able to move pass all this.” Valentina had a small smile gracing her lips as she nodded at Camila.

“Now tell us about your feelings towards your sister.”

Becky turned and stared at her sister expectantly. “Come on, lay it on us,” she drummed her lap excitedly. “Tell me how much you love meee.”

Camila laughed and threw and arm over her shoulder, pulling her close to her chest. “I feel like all my life I wanted a sister.” She rolled her eyes at her mom who just laughed. “I had sister-like figures in my life but not a real sister. We missed out so many years in each other’s lives, but now that she’s here; in my life, I want to get to know you. Everything about you. I want to learn how to love you. How to be the person that you need. I want to be there for you. You’re pretty rad, Beckster.”

“Aww,” Rebecca tackled her in a hug. “You’re melting my heart. You’re already the best big sister. You’re pretty rad yourself, Mila.”

Both mothers smiled at the interaction between the sisters, they glanced up at one another and nodded; as though saying that they were glad that they seemed to be getting along. That they have each other now. No more hiding. No more hurting.

Even Doctor Briggs had a small smile on her face.

“Lastly, Camila, Becky, I want you both to tell us something about your father. Camila, you can go first.”

Camila sat upright and straightened her clothes. “My dad was one of the best men I ever knew. Whenever we had dessert, and I finished mine, dad would always sneak me a piece when mom wasn’t looking. We would high five each other under the table as though we had gotten away with an entire crime.” She laughed.

“Just letting you know, mija…I was onto your dad and you. I see everything,” Sinu said, causing Camila and Becky to laugh. “You’re not as sneaky as you think, kiddo.” She playfully ruffled her daughter’s hair.

“Becky? Your turn.”

Becky paused and thought for a moment. “I loved my dad, and I mean after everything everyone just said about him, after everything that I know, I simply cannot hate him. He’s the only father that I know.”

“He loved you too, Rebecca,” Valentina placed a hand on her daughter’s shoulder. “You were his youngest and even though you didn’t spend much time with him, you were his heart.”

The teenager nodded. “I know, mami. I know. I love you. Despite everything, I love you so much.”

Valentina wrapped her daughter in her arms. “I know I’ve been hard on you and I’m sorry. I’m sorry I haven’t been the mother that you need but I love you so much, princesa. Te quiero, mucho.” She placed a kiss on her daughter’s forehead and caressed her face. “You are my entire heart. I love you.”

Becky smiled. “I love you, mami,” Camila looked on at the interaction between the two and leaned into her mother who wrapped her arm around her. “Papi, would always take me to this animal shelter, where we would volunteer and stuff. That’s where I met Nugget’s mom. I wanted her so much, but I was 'too young’,” she made air quotes with her fingers, “as dad said to get one. No matter how tired he was when he got home from work, he would take me to the shelter. And I guess that’s one of my favourite memory of us.”

Camila squeezed her sister’s hand and smiled at her.

Doctor Briggs placed her notepad down. “Well, I think that’s all that we have time for today. Thank you so much for coming. You all should be proud of yourselves for being so forthcoming, so honest with not just each other but yourselves as well. Today, will allow for you to let go, and to move forward as a family. It will obviously take some time, but this is just one step on your road to recovery. Thank you for coming today.” She stood and shook everyone’s hands. “Before you all go, I want to do an activity with you all, around this same time next week.”

Camila kinked an eyebrow. “This isn’t it?”

“No. The week after that, will be your partner’s session. But next week, I’ll like for all of us to reconvene here, is that okay?”

Sinu shrugged because she had nothing else to do, meanwhile Becky looked to her mom silently asking if it was okay for her to miss another day of school; she nodded.

“Okay. That’s it for today. Enjoy the rest of your day.”

They all exited the room. Camila met up with Maggie; and they all went their separate ways. Today had been one hell of a day, but it was worth it.

Anyone with eyes could see that the Cabello family wasn’t perfect. But that’s the thing about family, they are forever. You can’t choose your family, but you can choose if you want to be in each other’s lives. And Camila chose to be in their lives; as did the others.

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shay-iamiam · 6 years ago

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°Still°

Pairings: Boxer!Bucky x poc!reader (Can be read if your not a Poc! You won't go bald 😂. )

Warnings: Smut and Fluff 18+

A/N: I dont want to "mansplain" myself so I'll be putting my A/N at the end.

| WC: 1.7k

°If I told you this was only gonna hurt

If I warned you that the fire's gonna burn

Would you walk in?

Would you let me do it first?

Do it all in the name of love°

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“Sugar come on now don't be mad at me. You know I did it for us, you know that baby?”

“Buck, you know I don’t care about the damn money, I hate seeing you come home every night with a black eye or a broken nose every week.”

Fighting, it was one word you had heard ever since you were a kid. Growing up dirt poor in a small town didn’t exactly scream “I got it easy”.

Your mom worked at the local library and bartended on weekends just to make ends meet. Your dad skipped out when you were ten.

Life was never easy for anyone in the small town. The majority of your clothes were hand me downs and goodwill was were you did your back to school shopping.

You knew life wouldn’t be a walk in the park for you ever since you could remember, but when you met Bucky you started to become optomistic. Maybe the card’s could fold in your favor.

Working two jobs one bartending at a local restaurant and the other working at the library on the weekends. You and Bucky struggled to make ends meet. You all decided together that you wanted to leave the small town behind.

“Come on Y/N don’t be mad at me.” He leaned down to kiss you.

Trying to make light of the situation. Bucky decided to take up boxing a “quick way to make cash” was the way he put it.

He wanted to leave town as much as you did. He felt like you deserved the world, he always felt bad that he couldn’t even give a you slice of it.

Good jobs in your town where hard to come by, neither one if you could afford college

“Come on Buck stop it I’m not doing shit with you tonight.” You rolled out of his arms and marched to the bedroom. Nothing was going to happen tonight.

You walked off to your bedroom. You hated what he was doing; tearing himself apart for you.

Bucky let you sit alone for awhile giving you enough time to calm down and not tear him a new one. He entered your shared to find you sitting against the headboard. You looked p at him to find a small smile adoring his face.

“Come on sugar at least give me some sugar.” He laughed out loud at his own joke, Bucky always had terrible sense of humor you couldn’t help but laugh with him, all your previous anger disappearing.

You scotted towards of the bed and wrapping your legs around Bucky backside.

Knowing you both needed this tonight, being in each other arms for the first time in weeks.

Bucky worked odd jobs in between boxing trying to make ends meet. He hadn’t been home much.

The only thing you two had time for at end the end of the day was a quick peck on the lips before you sunk into the bed.

“I just hate seeing you hurt… Saving up to get out of here just doesn’t seem worth it if you literally have to kill yourself to do it.” tears had began to well up in your eyes.

Bucky worked so hard no matter what job he had.

You watched as he chipped away at himself little by little all for the love of you.

“I know baby but I promised you that we would get out of this town. I’m going to do everything in my power to make sure it happens .” His hand gripped onto your ankles gently rubbing circles into your feet.

This man would move heaven and earth to see you happy. He didn’t care if he had to break himself in half to do it.

Bucky moved off the bed throwing off his dirty gym clothes. Today had been long for both of you; the only thing you wanted to do was be balled up in his embrace.

Following his lead you thru you let your clothes scatter on the floor, hearing the faint sound of the shower dribbling down.

One thing that you and Bucky joked about was not being able to afford some big fancy spa you both always said the shower was your “free getaway” spot.

Grabbing your robe you padded down the hallway to met Bucky in the shower. He was lend against the counter waiting for you.

“Come on sugar the water is warm.” he half heartedly joked.

“Baby you know we can’t do that the water bill will be out the roof this month.”

You rarely took long hot shower in fear the water bill would be more expensive.

“Don’t worry about that. I worked a double at the mill friday we can afford one long shower Y/N.” He grabbed the ties pulling each one slowly, pushing the fabric over your shoulders the floor softly hit the floor. Bucky’s eyes traveled up and down your naked from smiling to himself.

“I feel like we haven’t been together in awhile, come on baby get it.” he grabbed you by your hips and let you settle in the shower first.

The warm water felt amazing on your skin; it felt good steam building up quickly in the small bathroom.

If only the water could wash away your problems not only the dirt you accumulated along the day.

Bucky grabbed your loofah and loaded it up with your favorite body wash. Swiping his hands over your collarbone moving down to your breast, rubbing the soapy sponge over your nipples working his way down to your core moving slowly nodding for you to spread your legs further apart.

He worked slowly until your skin had been covered in body wash. It was like he was remembering your body again. He moved slowly over every area spending extra time gliding his hands over your skin.

The act was slow and simple but you couldn’t help moaning out when he run a fresh town over your folds.

His hands worked slowly as he began rubbing your inner thighs. You knew what he wanted, you wanted to feel connected to him to; remembering the way his skin felt under your hands.

Skimming his fingers he rubbed fast and slow circle on your clit causing you to throw your head back and relax against his chest.

“Bucky hold on.. Let me take care of you.” shuffling to move Bucky under the warm spray of the water. You lathered up his towel and began to glide the soapy foam over his skin just as he did for you; taking your time on every area you touched. Working your way down to his erect member.

His hand hit the shower wall with a loud thud as you counited washing over his lower half.

“Baby slow down.” his voice was horse from his fast approaching release you’d caused.

“I’m not cumming without you.”

Bucky grabbed you by the waist and hiked your leg up on the bathtub leng, parting your folds with his fingers skimming down on the sensitive area.

He scissored his fingers inside you preparing you for the stretch of his cock.

“I love you baby i’m right here with you.”

Bucky moved into you with one slow motion rolling his hips; grasping onto your breast massaging them in his hands. He moved slowly the drag of his cock along your core made your head spin.

The slow lazy pace continued until felt you appending release.

“Bucky I- I’m going to cum.” your voice was barely above a whisper. The feeling was so intense you felt as if you wouldn’t be able to breath.

Your hand smacked against the shower wall, you bgan to bounce back on his cock moaning out his name the faster you went.

Without a word Bucky spilled himself into you, his release caused your own. Your legs where shaking the feeling of his cum cok pumping inside of you caused your walls to clamp down on his cock again.

“Y/N your-your squeezing the shit out of me baby..Fuck.”

Bucky counited to spill into you his cum filling you up until it dripped on the shower floor. He slid out of you leaning his back against the shower wall.

You dropped to your knees and took him into your mouth licking up everything that was left.

Bucky eyes winded at the sight of you. He was still sensitive but with the way you looked up at him he knew he would cum again.

He grabbed your arms and yanked you back up to your feet. He pushed you against the wall and hiked your legs around his waist.

“Fuck baby the way you were sucking me, God Y/N how do you expect me to be able to calm down after the first one.”

His cock slid into your entrance again sliding in and out like there was no tomorrow.

His head dropped to crook of your neck as he continued to slide into you,knowing he was close you decide to help with his release.

“I know your close go ahead Bucky cum inside me again.”

Your words of encouragement caused Bucky release. Calling your name as he collapsed against you and the shower wall.

You snuggled into Bucky s side as you listen to rain drip down on the earth. Not remembering the last time you held each other in a warm embrace.

“Baby?” Bucky’s voice broke the silence in the room. You turned to your side to face him.

“You know I would do anything for you. And if that means comin home with a couple of bruise every night than by all means that’s what I’ll do. I made a promise to that we could leave this town together. I don’t care how hard it gets I’ll do everything I possibly can do to make it happen.”

You knew not to fight Bucky. When he made a decision it was final it was almost impossible to change his mind especially when it was something regarding to you.

“I love you baby I just hate seeing you hurt.” you skimmed your fingers across his lips. “I know you wont stop so i’ll be behind you every step of the way.

“Thank you Y/N, without you I would have gone insane.”

“Well we can be crazy together baby.. I’ll be anything for you.”

Part 2

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°A/N: I hope this clears up any confusion. I'm rewriting this series! I stared this a couple of months ago. But at the time I was writing for validation from others and not for the enjoyment of myself😌. I'll be writing this series because I genuinely want to! So I'll be finishing this series it's only going to be around five parts. °

°The next part is actually already written (Y'all I never do that 👀°

°I was going back and forth on the whole tagging people thing. But if you would really like to be tagged just let me know! 😌°

Feedback is beautiful and amazing! But if you don't want to leave any I'm pretty sure I'll live.

#bucky x reader #bucky barnes x reader #bucky x poc reader #bucky x poc!reader #au!bucky x reader #bucky smut #bucky fluff #au bucky #boxer!bucky x reader #boxer bucky x reader #bucky x woc!reader #bucky x woc reader

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kee-writestrashh · 6 years ago

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Guns for Hire

Ramsay Bolton x Reader

ao3

Summary: You are the wife to the Heir of the Red Kings, Ramsay Bolton. living the undercover life of a mob wife has its perks, and you love your husband. But you find out something that seems to unfold a series of unwanted events…

Chapter 43: Sex and Candy

"Oh man. Eating this reminds me of the one rodeo we went to, the one where I broke my leg on the barrel, remember?" Whit said, eyeing her noodles closely.

"Oh my God yes! I don't know how I could forget. We were so fucking sick. And I was on my period. I didn't even attempt to wash those pants, I just threw them away." You laughed, cheeks warming as you remembered the embarrassment.

"Can you believe that's been like ten years ago? When did we get so old?" Whit said with a sigh, leaning against Jared.

"As I recall, you also ruined my brand new ostrich skin Tony's on that trip." Jared smirked, eyeing you over the top of his glass.

"Well as I recall they were the ugliest pair of boots I've ever seen. Besides it was your fault. If you hadn't made me eat all those jello shots." You said, stabbing your fork at him.

"Mhm. But I guess all those belt buckles we won in those two weeks made up for it." Jared sighed with a small grin.

"Belt buckles?" Ramsay asked, finally setting his glass down long enough to speak.

You snorted, "yeah. You know... well, you wouldn't, would you? Belt buckles are given as trophies at rodeos. Whit used to barrel race. Jared and I were a team roping duo. Anyways, we were damn good, once upon a time. Pride and joy of our hometown, outside of our high school basketball teams. But I smoked weed, so I didn't bother to play. But I wasn't required to piss in a cup to rope a steer. I'm surprised you didn't take note of my belt buckle case at mom and dad's. I mean... I guess it's the same as boxing right? Don't you like get belts or some shit for that?"

Ramsay said nothing, staring into his empty glass.

Did Roose have any of Ramsay's boxing artifacts? Probably not. They both loved to deal deathly blows to one another.

"Your mom still got all those videos?" Whit asked, watching Kasey roll a ball for the puppy, which she has started calling Moose.

"Probably. She still has my first pair of boots." You said with a grin. Not for the first time feeling a small homesick pang in your chest. You pushed the ache away.

"Belt buckles." Ramsay muttered, rising from the couch to refill his glass.

"Make excellent bottle openers." You called after him.

"You know, it's funny to see you all high maintenance now. Never woulda expected it." Jared smirked at you.

You rolled your eyes, "yeah, I clean up real nice. But I won't lie. I miss home sometimes. The quietness. My horses. Hunting. Fishing. Maybe our son will have an act for all that."

"Names?" Whit asked, finally setting her empty plate down.

You shrugged, "not yet. I'm waiting on Ramsay."

"No names at all?" Whit pressed.

You shrugged. The truth was... there were about a million, and yet not a single one that seemed good enough to fit your son.

"How's your bar coming along?" Jared asked, holding his glass up as Ramsay walked back into the living room holding out a bottle in question.

"Great, actually. The contractor is super awesome. He's got people working on it everyday. Rain or shine. About another month to go. I am so excited. I miss working." You said in excitement.

"Well, you best let us know when opening day is. We have yet to get shit faced at a bar together. Everyone can come up." Jared said, pulling a face as he took a drink and set his glass down.

Listening to Whit and Jared recount work and hometown bullshit was so nice. How you had missed them. It was so nice to have your two best friends back. You couldn't help but notice how quiet and uncomfortable Ramsay was. It gave you a savage pleasure to be the one twisting his arm. He watched you closely as you talked and how you reacted to Jared especially.

Whit had pulled Kasey into her lap and you couldn't help but admire it. Someday that would be you and your son. You would make him giggle as you helped him count his fingers. You would laugh with him about things that made no sense. You would kiss his scraped knees, and hold him close when he was tired.

"What about you, (y/n)?" Whit said.

You blinked tears away furiously with a sniff, "What's up?"

"If you could do anything in the world tomorrow, what would it be?"

"Be a beekeeper." You said automatically.

Ramsay gave you a funny look.

"I love honey. And bees." You said defensively.

"More like you love to live life on the edge, anaphylactic." Whit chuckled.

You shrugged, "yeah, well... I would have no regrets."

"Regret. Funny thing isn't it?" Jared sighed.

You knew he was talking about his father. Jared's father had left home on Jared's 15th birthday. It tore him up. He was hurt, still. Then right before graduation his father had attempted to reenter his life. Jared had told him to fuck off, and later that night received a phone call that his father had committed suicide by jumping off the old county bridge over a set of train tracks. Had waited on the next train. But, in some fucked up twist it had not killed him on impact, but left to suffer and die alone beside the tracks in the pouring rain. It had been the deciding factor in Jared's career. To become a medic. He blamed himself.

"What's the point in regret? It gets you nowhere." Ramsay said in icy tones.

You looked between the two men. Both angry and bitter over the father cards they were dealt.

You slid your hand into Ramsay's and gave a loving squeeze. He squeezed back.

You pulled your hand away, grabbing up plates to take to the kitchen. Ramsay rose too and helped you carry the trash to the kitchen.

You turned to Ramsay with a grin and placed a kiss to his cheek.

"Jealousy looks horrible on you." You whispered, "but it is kinda cute."

Ramsay gave a derisive snort, pulling away from you.

"So I feel obligated to tell you, that Jared is my cousin. Our grandmas were sisters. We were born four months apart, so we literally grew up together. I'm not a cousin fucker."

Ramsay gave you a long look, set his plate down, and left without saying anything.

It made you laugh. You grabbed a bag of gummy bears off the kitchen table and returned to your perch on the couch. Ramsay took your candy to dig out all his favorite ones.

"Babe, will you take the dog out?" You asked, looking up at your husband, as you had rested your head in his lap.

He looked down at you through his tired, bloodshot eyes and gave a nod, untangling his hand from your hair. He nudged you to sit up.

"I'll show y'all to your room." You said, rising from the couch with a yawn.

Jared helped Whit up, who was holding a sleeping Kasey. You showed them to a spare bedroom at the opposite end on the house.

"Sorry it's small, but the couch pulls out into a bed, so everyone has room." You said.

"Beats a nasty hotel any day." Jared nodded.

"There's a bathroom through that door. It's got a shower. Toilet is kinda sketch... But ya know... can't have your cake and eat it too, even when you're rich. Lemme know if you need anything. Good night." You smiled, closing the door behind you as you left.

You walked down the hall, suppressing a scream as a pair of hands grabbed you and pulled you into the dark laundry room.

"Rams!" You hissed, turning to your husband and pinching his side.

He squirmed slightly, pushing you into the door. It clicked closed behind you.

"I still wanna fuck you while you bend over the dryer." He growled in your ear.

"Only if it's better than last time." You replied with a smirk.

"Better than last time? As I remember it, you were screaming and begging. I had to hold you up when I made you cum." He purred, running his hands along your body.

"Really? I don't think I remember that. You must have been drunk." You said with a sly grin, the warmth already spreading through you at his touch.

"Let me remind you then." He replied, ghosting his lips across your jaw, nipping at your ear, his breath hot, slow, and purposefully seductive.

You clawed at his hips, pulling him closer, grinding your hips against him.

"When's the last time you were tied up?" He whispered, pushing his hips into you.

"I don't remember, daddy. Been at least a month or two?" You replied, heart pounding harder with every beat.

"Has it really been that long?" He asked, a bemused expression on his face.

You huffed, "yeah. We've been so busy lately. Always going. It's almost fucking March. When did that happen?"

"Well, I will have to fix that sometime soon." He said with a nod, pulling your shirt up over your head.

You slid your pants down and stepped out of them as you removed your bra.

He gingerly attempted to take his shirt off, grimacing as he struggled to avoid touching his arm. You thought of helping him, but enjoyed watching the struggle.

He caught the amusement on your face and narrowed his eyes.

You smirked, batting your lashes, "yes, my love?"

"Help me." He hissed.

"There's no helping you, dear." You sniggered, stepping around him to lean back against the cold dryer.

"I will hurt you." He growled, finally managing to pull his shirt off.

"Awe, the poor baby getting pissy?" You mocked.

He stepped into you, grabbing your face, "I don't know when you got so brave, baby girl, but I will put you back in your place."

"Do it." You breathed, pushing your body flush to his.

"Is that a challenge?" He growled, sliding his hand to your neck.

You held your head up higher with a smirk, "I wouldn't dream of challenging you."

He stared at you, dropping his hand, and finally letting a laugh escape him.

"That was a good one."

"I was hoping you'd catch it, Mufasa." You chuckled, letting a gasp escape you as he turned you around and pushed you into the cold metal.

You propped you elbow up on the surface, resting your chin on your hand, waiting on Ramsay to pull his pants off.

He pressed his warm body into you. You pushed back into him, using your hands against the edge of the dryer to push back further into him, keeping your pregnant stomach from being pressed to the dryer.

You ground against him as he ran his hand up the curve of your spine.

"Not before I say you can." He whispered, running his finger along your clit and making a small noise of longing to find you already wet.

"Don't tease, baby. I've had to wait all damn day." You implored.

"That sounds like a problem you put on yourself." He growled in your ear as he pushed himself inside you.

"Mm, please daddy. I just want to come undone and cuddle with you." You breathed with a small whine, as you pushed yourself further back into him.

"What's in it for me?" He asked, grabbing your hips tight and thrusting.

"What do you want?" You wanted, knuckles white from the force you used to clutch the edge of the dryer.

"What do you want to give?" He breathed, pulling you closer, releasing a hip, and running his finger tips up your back.

"Get me off and I'll blow you, if that would please you." You purred, arching your back at his touch.

"Deep throat me and it's a deal." He breathed, running his hand along your ass, trailing his finger tips over your hip bone, and sweeping his thumb lightly over your clit as he thrust into you again.

"Of course, daddy." You moaned, giving a small jerk at the sudden pleasure as he rubbed firm circles against your sensitive nub with his thumb, as he slowly fucked you.

Your breath caught as he worked his magic with his hand. You swallowed hard, choking back the loud noises threatening to escape you as you met your high, your body giving a violent tremor.

He pulled away from you, turning you to face him. He kissed you deeply, cupping your face.

You made a blind grab at the shelf next to you for a spare blanket. You dropped it at your feet, pulling away from your husband to lower yourself to your knees.

"Man, I'm only half way to the finish line and this is already getting hard." You sighed, resting your forehead against his leg.

"I'll make it quick." He said, tangling his hand in your hair.

You took a deep breath, licked your lips, and took him in your mouth. You tasted yourself on him as you ran your tongue slowly along him.

He pushed his hips into you and you took him in further. You pushed everything aside in your mind and relaxed completely as he snaked his other hand in your hair.

You gripped his thighs and closed your eyes tight, drawing a deep breath through your nose as he slowly fucked your throat.

He drew a sharp breath with every thrust, and you grabbed at his thighs tighter, pressing your tongue against him firmly, until he drew a rugged gasp and you felt his dick throb at his release; the hot, thick cum sliding down the back of your throat.

You swallowed and released your grip on him as he pulled away from you. You looked up at him with a small grin, leaning back on your knees.

He heaved a sigh, releasing your hair, offering his hand to you.

You let him help you stand again.

"For as amazing as I'm sure that is for you, it kinda sucks. I don't really get to taste you." You said, gathering up the blanket, shaking it out, and wrapping it around you.

He smirked, grabbing a pair if shorts off the top of his pile of freshly laundered clothes you never got around to putting up this afternoon.

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[You: hey, wanna have lunch with me?]

[E: sure, there's a new place on post I haven't been to yet. I get from 12 to 13:30.]

[You: shweet. See ya at noon.]

"Hey baby, wanna go to lunch?" You asked, walking in the living room and glancing down at Ramsay sprawled on the couch.

"Busy, baby girl." He replied, looking up from his phone.

Your face fell slightly, "oh. Okay. Well I'm going to lunch with Eli and Whit and Jared."

"Where?"

"Um, not sure. Somewhere on base. A new place according to E."

Ramsay nodded, "Alright. Be careful."

"Always." You smiled, leaning awkwardly over the couch to give him a quick kiss.

"Cute little place." You said with a small smirk giving Eli a hug.

"Eh, they have awesome steak apparently." Eli chuckled, glancing over at Whit, Jared, and Kasey.

"Baby cousin E!" Jared said mockingly, shaking your brothers hand.

"Kinfolk." Eli chuckled.

"Look at you. All grown up and shit." Whit said, running her hand through Kasey's hair.

Eli sat beside you and looked between you and the others. He cleared his throat, "so, uh... what brings y'all here?"

"Your darling sister. She needed some help." Whit said, opening a 3 pack of crayons for Kasey.

You noted how quiet Kasey was. So different than lively, outspoken Kaden.

"Then y'all are also...?" Eli asked with a raised brow.

"Yep. The family that mobs together, stays together." Jared laughed with a wink.

"So, heard from your mama, you're getting married?" Whit said, raising her brows at Eli.

"So it would seem." Eli said, looking pointedly at you as he spoke.

You rolled your eyes, "Don't blame me. You did it to yourself. I didn't wanna force your hand, but you made me."

"Right." Eli tutted.

"At least she isn't some random ass whore. You said you've known her for years. I noted the way you looked at her." You shrugged, busying yourself with the menu.

"Well, when y'all saying 'I do'?" Jared asked, glancing between you and your brother.

"Thinking mid April. Gives us awhile to throw shit together and her family time to make arrangements." Eli said, trying to keep his voice even. But you noted a hint of nervousness and excitement.

"I'm paying, by the way. I can afford to make your special day, well, special. Nothing but the best for the baby of the family." You smiled.

Eli's ears turned a bright red. He cleared his throat, "speaking of, when is the last time you talked to Ruth?"

You frowned at the menu, and heaved a sigh.

"I dunno. She doesn't talk to me. Has me blocked on everything. I honestly don't think I've talked to her in like four years." You shrugged, pushing the anger at your older sister away.

"You know she will be at the wedding..." Eli said, raising a brow at you.

"Well, that's fine. She can continue to ignore me there too. It's her problem, not mine." You said, a bit more aggressively than you had meant.

"Sis, what happened?" Eli asked, watching you closely.

You gave an unamused laugh, "her dickbag husband tried to fuck me when they came out to see me at my apartment before they went on that world vacation or whatever. He forced himself on me and she walked in. Blamed me for it all. Called me a white trash whore and never spoke to me again. Never even gave me a chance to tell her what happened. I assume she is still with him?"

You looked at the expressions on everyone's faces and gave a half shrug.

"Well then..." Jared said, clearing his throat rather awkwardly.

"To answer your question, yes she is." Whit nodded.

"Of course." You sighed, "keep them away from me at the wedding, and don't breathe a word of it to Ramsay. He'd love an excuse to kill someone at a wedding. I'm sure it's on his bucket list or something."

×××

"Do you have to do that at the table? We eat here." You said, frowning at Ramsay and Alyn as you put clean dishes away.

"Where else am I going to do it?" Ramsay asked, cutting open the package of white powder as Alyn opened a box of baggies.

"Just don't make a mess." You muttered, stacking plates.

"So, what was the fuck screaming about when you were leaving?" Alyn said, filling a bag and setting it on a scale and pulling a marker to tag the bag.

Ramsay tutted in amusement, "I was asking him questions, getting bored of him, always asking who I am and why I'm doing what I'm doing... so I asked him what he could tell me about the Lannister's. Rattles off some useless shit. Move on to the Tyrell's. More useless shit. So I say to him, 'what can you tell me about the Bolton's?' I was ready to rub it in his face who I am and he says some shit he heard in passing, before he was placed on leave, there was some kind mutiny going on that would result in my death if I didn't watch it." He chuckled.

You dropped a bowl, it shattered on the floor. You panicked, kneeling down to pick up the largest pieces. You looked up to see Ramsay and Alyn looking at you.

"S-sorry. I've become clumsy lately. Pregnancy is weird." You said quickly, cheeks burning.

Ramsay rose from his chair and grabbed the broom.

"Says you're gunna snuff it, huh?" Alyn said, weighing another bag.

Ramsay laughed, "apparently so. But I'm not too worried about it. Half the shit he told me were false rumors. Cops are stupid. Believe anything they're told."

You placed the glass shards on the counter, taking the broom from Ramsay, avoiding eye contact.

"Where did he hear it?" You asked, trying to sound unconcerned and simply conversational.

Ramsay shrugged and sat back in his seat, "some Kings man, rattling shit off to get let go."

You nodded, turning away from Ramsay completely to sweep glass in the dustpan.

"So you don't think it's true?" You questioned.

"Nope. I'd already be dead if that were the case. Father has threatened to kill me multiple times." Ramsay replied, lighting a cigarette.

"Do you keep him guarded?"

Ramsay set his lighter on the table, "Nah. No one would dare go up there. Besides, he's not going anywhere. But having men up there all the time would start to look suspicious if anyone took notice."

You gave a small nod, emptying the dustpan in the trash, an idea forming.

"Man, this is Lannister shit. Ben's gunna have a hard time getting it out. After the Martell shit we've been selling." Alyn said, sliding a twenty to Ramsay for the line he just snorted.

"If nothing else I'll just dump it and give father the cash from my shit." Ramsay shrugged, pocketing the bill, and turning his attention to you, "What are you doing this afternoon?"

You leaned against the counter, chewing your lip, "I need to go get groceries. Thought maybe I would stop by the salon and get my nails fixed if I feel up to it. It's been awhile."

Ramsay nodded, "alright baby girl, I'll leave the jeep with you then."

You nodded, turning back to the dishes, glancing at the clock. It was nearing 2:30.

"Sure this is a good idea?" Tyene asked, looking around.

You dug around in the bag, pulling out the Kylo helmet and a knife. You pulled your hair back and put the helmet on.

"No. But I have to know what he knows." You said, trying to bite back the laugh at the way your voice.

Tyene sniggered, walking into the hospital behind you.

"Pick this lock." You said holding your phone light over the lock on the door.

Tyene took the lock and pulled out her pick.

"Ew. It smells rancid in here." Tyene said, turning up her nose and pulling her shirt up.

"You can wait in the hall if you want. It won't take me long." You whispered, thankful for the helmet. You couldn't smell the room. All you could smell was Ramsay.

Tyene shut the door behind her. You flipped the light switch, taking in Theon with disgust. His torture wounds were turning nasty shades of greens and yellows. He must have been in excruciating pain.

You pulled the bag from over his face and sat in the metal seat across from him.

He cowered in fear, glimpsing your knife.

"The quicker you give me information, the quicker I leave. And no matter who comes in here next, you won't say shit about this. And you will tell no one any of the information you give me, no matter how much pain is inflicted. Do you understand? Give me what I want and I have a reward for you." You said quickly, feeling slightly unnerved by how much you sounded like your husband by offering rewards.

Theon whimpered, lip trembling.

"Tell me what you know about Ramsay Bolton and the Red Kings."

"I... I don't know." Theon whispered hoarsely.

You slapped him across the face, "tell me what you know!"

"Hi-his father is going to send his executioner to kill him whenever they find out what his wife is having!" Theon cried.

You gave a frustrated sigh. Outdated fucking information. Of course. Anger swelled. Without thinking, you punched Theon with as much force as you could across the place you had slapped him. A numbing pain spreading through your hand.

"Who's the executioner?" You demanded.

"Man named Locke!" Theon gasped.

You frowned. Well, at least you had a name and face to watch out for. Maybe you could pull up his files while Ramsay was gone or something.

You rose from your chair and crossed back across the room. You opened the door to find Tyene playing on her phone.

"Water." You said, holding your hand out. Tyene pulled a bottle from the front pocket of her hoodie and handed it to you.

You returned to Theon, helping him drink the water. He inhaled it like they did in the movies; when lost in a desert and finding an oasis.

You slammed the door on your way out, replacing the lock and sighing, as you pulled the helmet off.

"So?" Tyene asked as you both emerged back into the day light.

You shrugged, "nothing really. But he gave me a name. So it's a start. Now, let's go get groceries. I'm a bottomless pit lately."

"Good thing you're rich. 'Pregnant woman buying all of aisle one'!" She laughed as she climbed in the jeep.

You threw the helmet and knife back into the bag and climbed in the driver's seat, "shut up. It's not that bad."

Tyene chuckled. You rolled your eyes.

×××

"Mkay boys. Put my groceries away." You said, tossing the keys on the kitchen table and walking into the living room to sit down.

Ramsay, Matt, and Damon grumbled as they got up from the table.

"How'd lunch with your brother go? I forgot to ask earlier." Ramsay said, falling into the couch beside you, opening a bag of M&Ms.

"It was pleasant. Working on setting up a wedding date. Aren't you supposed to be putting groceries away?" You said, raising a brow and smacking your gum.

Ramsay snorted, "I pay them to do shit I don't want to."

"You're a brat, you know that?" You said, giving him a stern look.

"Someone has to rival you." He chuckled, resting his head in your lap as he shifted on the couch. "Watch. Matt!"

Matt appeared in the doorway, "sup?"

The poor kid looked a mess with his two black eyes and busted lip. He had required stitches to his brow and cheek. His hands cut up and blistered from the fire.

Ramsay held his hand out to the coffee table where the remote sat a foot out of his reach.

"My Sith powers are not working. There has been a disturbance in the force, it seems. I think it's your lack of faith in it. Fix it."

Matt ran his tongue over his bottom lip, looking like he would rather do anything else than hand your man-child husband the remote.

"I'd love to help, sir... But the thing is... the Resistance has me held captive on Jakku." He replied, holding up a grocery bag with a slight shake. "May the force be with you."

"In case of burning, run under cold water for ten to fifteen minutes!" You laughed, as Ramsay sat up quickly, gaping slightly at Matt's nerve.

"The fuck?" Ramsay grumbled, rising from the couch, making Matt flinch and retreat to the kitchen quickly.

You grabbed your husband's arm and pulled him back down, "oh no. You leave him alone. He's finally learning. Just like you wanted."

"People don't sass me." He growled.

"Well you have been sassed, and it was a glorious burn. The kid gets a free pass on this one. Wit was spot on."

"I'm just gonna break his nose a bit more than it already is. Little shit isn't going to talk to me like that without being punished."

"I'll take his place. You can punish me, daddy." You said with a sweet smile.

"You'd take his place, huh?" He said slowly, running his eyes over you.

You nodded, "would that make master happy?"

"I guess we will just have to see." He smirked, rising from the couch and pulling you up with him.

"What do you have in mind?" You asked, leading him down the hall.

He stopped suddenly, pulling his hand away. You stopped, turning to him in confusion.

"What's wrong?" You asked with a slight frown.

He took your hand in his, running his thumb along the tops of your knuckles.

"What happened to your hand?" He asked, examining the bruises forming.

"I told you. I've become clumsy. The weight has thrown me off balance." You lied, suddenly annoyed at yourself for punching the Greyjoy.

"Punching old ladies at the grocery store are you?" He asked, raising a brow.

You snorted, "Well, when there's only one can of whipped cream left."

"You got a can of whipped cream?" He asked with a smirk.

"Yes. And you would know that if you had put the groceries away." You winked, tugging your hand back.

"But really, what did you do to your hand?" He said turning serious.

"I tripped over the puppy this morning and caught myself on the door when I was bringing him in." You said, hoping the lie would suffice.

Ramsay pushed you into the bedroom, locking the door behind him. Before he could make his move you crossed the room and pulled the silk tie from your robe.

You turned to face him with a grin, "it's my turn. Now get naked."

"And if I say no?" He asked, stepping further into the room.

"I'll shoot you in the knee." You shrugged, climbing up on the bed.

With a grimace, Ramsay pulled his shirt off, and undid his belt.

"Hurry up. Fuck." You whined, impatiently.

Ramsay raised his brows at you with a smirk, "You are still fully dressed."

"Point being?" You asked, giving him a dismissive wave with the silk tie.

"Alright, alright." He chuckled, stepping out of his pants and crawling onto the bed.

You grabbed his hands, climbing onto his chest. He buried his face between your legs, inhaling deeply with a longing groan as you tied his hands to the bed post.

"Why are you still dressed?" He asked, biting the inside seam of your pants.

"Because we are going to play a game. I ask questions, and if you answer correctly I will take off one article of clothing. Of your choice. If you answer wrong, I get to inflict pain on you, wherever I choose." You whispered, sitting up straight.

"Fire away then, little momma." He smirked, bringing his eyes up to yours.

"I'll start easy. What's my favorite color?"

Ramsay rolled his eyes, "grey. Now take these pants off."

You slid off the bed, taking your pants off, and climbing back on him. He made a small noise at the fact that you weren't wearing underwear.

"What's my favorite romance movie?"

Ramsay tutted, "probably the Notebook."

You dug your nails into his side.

He hissed through a grin, "Alright. It's Roman Holiday then."

You narrowed your eyes, "how'd you know that?"

He chuckled, "I pay attention. Shirt, get it off."

You pulled your shirt over your head, tossing it aside, watching him run his eyes over you.

"Stop." You said, heat creeping up your neck and face, frowning at the budgle of your belly.

He brought his eyes to yours, "why?"

"Because I'm getting fat and gross." You sighed, losing your gusto.

"Says who?" He asked with a small grin.

"You don't think... I mean..." You said with a shrug, not sure how to word it.

"Why would I? It's my fault isn't it?" He chuckled, shifting his hips up until you fell forward.

You caught yourself on the blankets and he caught your lips in a kiss.

"Why do you like to threaten me?" You murmured against his lips.

"That's my business." He sneered.

You sat up straight and slapped him.

"Answer my question." You growled.

"Make me." He purred with a wink.

You looked down at him with a wicked grin, leaning forward to kiss him.

A hammering came in the door, "Boss!"

You sat up straight, frowning deeply. Ramsay picked his head up, frowning at the door as well.

"I'm busy!" He shouted back, looking annoyed.

"Joffrey Baratheon is dead! Just ate it at his own wedding reception!" Damon called from the other side of the door.

Ramsay dropped his head back into the pillow and stared up at you. From nowhere he let out a loud, fanatical laugh.

As if on cue his phone rang from across the room.

"Can you get that doll? I'm a bit... restrained at the moment." He chuckled.

You rolled your eyes, climbing off him, and snatching up his phone from his pants pocket. You glanced down: father.

You hit answer and then speaker with a wide smile, "hello, Roose."

"(y/n), where's Ramsay?"

"I'm here." Ramsay said with a small grunt, as you climbed back up on him and dropped his phone on his chest, taking your bra off.

"But where are you?"

"At home. Where I've been for the last four hours." He said lazily, running his tongue over his bottom lip as his eyes wandered over your body.

"So you have no idea why I am calling you?"

Ramsay smirked, "nope. I'm afraid not. I've been behaving like a good boy."

You rolled your eyes at the sneer in his voice, leaning in to kiss along his jaw.

"Cut the shit, Ramsay. What are you playing at?" Roose said coldly on the other end.

"No game. I mean it. Whatever you're thinking, I've nothing to do with. My hands are currently tied. Literally. To my bed. And you are interrupting what I'm sure will be some bomb ass sex. I can send pics if you'd like. Maybe even a whole video, if you want. I think I have the wife worked up enough to consent."

You took his earlobe between your teeth, grinding against his hips, feeling his skin slick with your wetness. He shifted, canting his hips up into you.

Roose heaved an irritable sigh, "Ramsay, if I find out otherwise..."

Ramsay let a very exaggerated moan escape from his chest as you worried a hickey on his neck, "right, father. You'll kill me. Got it. But right now I have a very horny, pregnant wife to take care of. Feel free to come by for dessert and coffee or something." He panted, trying to lean forward to nip at your neck.

You heard the click on the other line and let out a giggle, pulling away from your husband.

"You didn't have anything to do with the idiot's death, did you?" You asked quietly, trailing your fingers across his chest, sliding his phone to the floor.

"No, baby girl. I didn't. But I give major thumbs up to whoever did. Now, let me go so I can fuck you."

"Mm, no. I think I'll keep you like this." You smiled, kissing along his collarbone. You sat up, "actually..." You hummed sliding off the bed and untying him, "I have a new game."

He sat up, rubbing his wrist, "What's that?"

You picked up his pants and slid his belt free, "I'm thinking of a place on my body I want you to kiss. You get five guesses."

"And if I guess wrong?" He asked with a dark grin.

You held up the belt with a sweet smile.

"And if I guess right?" He asked, raising a brow, reaching out to grab your hand.

"You get to do whatever you want. But you won't be winning." You purred, stepping into him.

"I hardly lose, baby girl." He hummed, pulling you down onto him as he laid back. "How do I know you aren't cheating?"

You grinned, rolling off him and laying back into the bed next to him, "You don't. Shall we begin?"

He pushed himself up, running his eyes over you, determining his first guess.

You felt him shake as he held himself up with his injured arm, as he leaned into you and placed a kiss to your lips.

It was warm and hungry as he took your bottom lip between his teeth, biting and sucking gently.

Your breath caught and you let a small moan escape you.

"I know I wasted my first guess, but, it was worth it. A calculated risk I think I can afford." He grinned, releasing your lip.

"But now I have to hurt you." You pouted, sitting up, clutching the belt in your hands.

"Mhm. Do it, baby girl." He purred, turning to expose part of his bare back. "Hard as you can."

You took a deep breath, pulling your hand back, gripping the belt as hard as you could. You bit your lip and swallowed hard as the leather came into contact with his skin.

He drew in a small hiss and gave a jerk. He turned back to you.

"When did you learn to hit so hard?" He panted, ravaging you with his eyes.

You gave a small shrug, and an innocent smile. "One." You whispered.

"I know where you want me to kiss you, baby girl. But I think I like the pain, so...." He said, leaning down and taking your nipple in his mouth.

You tangled your free hand in his hair with a loud moan, falling back into the bed completely. Warmth and wetness mounting between your legs.

He gently bit down and swirled his tongue firmly. You pouted slightly when he pulled away.

"Same spot." He whispered, turning his back to you again. "Harder."

You sat up and ran your finger tips gently over the welt, feeling him relax slightly at your touch.

"Two." You said, gritting your teeth slightly as you brought the belt down harder across his back.

He gave a violent jerk and a small laugh.

"Can we just go ahead with three and four?" He asked.

"Do you really think you'll win?" You asked, raising a brow at his cockiness.

"I know all the secrets to your body, baby girl." He beamed, turning back to you.

"Hm. Well, I think you're a liar." You mocked.

He smirked, leaning into you again. He buried his face in the crook of your neck, inhaling deeply as he ghosted his lips along the curve of you neck.

You swallowed the whimper as he pressed his lips gently below your ear.

"Is this it, baby girl? Is this the magic place you wanted me to kiss?" He whispered, gruffly, nipping the skin.

You closed your eyes with a breathy moan.

"Yes, daddy. Don't stop, please." You begged, grabbing at his hip.

"Only if you hurt me until I get off." He murmured against your skin.

"H-how do you want me to hurt you, baby boy?" You panted, grabbing his hand and bringing it to your wet entrance.

"However you want, doll." He growled, plunging his fingers inside you, biting down on your neck.

Without thinking you let your hand wander, clutching at him as the warmth at your core began to threaten breaking the dam. You pushed your hips into his hand, arching your back and gripping his arm.

"Fuck." He hissed, pulling away from you.

You threw your eyes open, "baby, I'm so sorry. I didn't mean t..."

But your words were lost to you as he yanked you up from the bed, clashing his mouth with yours and pushing you back into the wall.

"Again." He growled, picking you up.

You wrapped your legs around his waist and moaned as he pushed himself inside you.

"Do it again, doll." He demanded, his breathing hard in your ear.

You tangled one hand in his hair and brought the other to his bandaged arm, grabbing firmly.

You clung to him tighter as he thrust into you and went weak in the knees.

Something about making him weak in the knees was pleasurable. Maybe because it rarely happened and it was nice to be the one in charge for once.

"Don't stop." He moaned, resting his forehead in the crook of your neck and breathing hard.

"Don't drop me." You giggled back, moaning slightly as he moved inside you again.

"Shut up." He growled, pushing his hips further into you.

Breathing was becoming hard as you felt the warmth of your high coming. You drew a sharp breath, grabbing at him harder.

"Baby girl." He panted, biting your neck as he met his release.

You grabbed harder, letting your body relax as you met your turn. It happened much sooner than you had expected, but inflicting pain and making him moan like that was too much.

His heavy breathing and warm sweaty, skin pushed flush to yours was intoxicating as he slowly released his tight grip on you.

You laughed when he gently set you back in your feet and pulled away from you completely.

"Whew." He chuckled with a shiver, picking up his discarded shirt.

He handed you his shirt when he was done.

"You're such a freak." You grinned, watching him dress, as you pulled your pants up.

"Little momma has no room to talk." He said, giving you a sly grin that made you blush.

He grabbed your hand and led you back into the living room.

Matt and Damon sat awkwardly quiet on the couch.

Ramsay dropped you hand, crossed his arms, and eyed them both, "what?"

Damon nudged Matt who looked a bit panicked.

Matt cleared his throat, "so, uh... it's race night. We've been called out. And uh... your racer is nowhere to be found. Just vanished it seems."

"Just vanished?" Ramsay breathed rather threateningly, giving you a glare as if you had planned on this. "What do you mean vanished?"

"She's gone. No one can find her. Left nothing behind and yet everything behind, except herself." Damon said, not making eye contact with Ramsay.

You gingerly took a seat on the edge of the recliner.

"So, she was just abducted by aliens then, was she? That what you're sayin'?"

"I guess. I've no idea what's going on. No trace of her on anything." Damon said, offering an open palmed shrug.

"Where are we on the list?" Ramsay asked, pulling you from the chair, sitting down, and pulling you into his lap.

"Two." Damon muttered.

"Excuse me?" Ramsay said, gripping your thigh tightly. "Did I not tell you to keep her in the bottom half until the end of the fucking season?"

"I know, I know. But she was all of the sudden at two, and there wasn't shit I could do. Rules. You know that." Damon said defensively.

Ramsay ran his hand over his face and pulled you closer into him, "Okay, who's racing in her place? What do we have to work with?"

"We have the mustang, she was nice enough to leave it behind, and Alyn's Camaro." Damon said, staring down at his hands.

"Put him in then until I can figure out what to do. Tell him if he loses the spot I'm taking whichever part of his body I reach first."

Damon nodded, jumping up, and leaving the room.

"Kid, go away. Go do something useful." Ramsay clucked at Matt.

"Yes sir." Matt said, leaving the room almost as quickly as Damon had.

"Chill." You whispered, leaning back into your husband, squeezing his leg.

He heaved a sigh and buried his face in your shoulder, "I need you to clean and fix my boo boo."

"Boo boo." You giggled, sliding off his lap.

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petermaximoffstories · 8 years ago

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Dating Peter Maximoff and being Charles's would include

(I don’t know how to Tumblr. soooooo…… maybe if anyone even sees this give me advice because I suck :P)

I don’t really know when this is set just go with it it’s pretty cool

●You met Peter at a horrible movie which both of you fell asleep in. When the movie finished, an employee had to wake both of you up and since the movie showed at 10 p.m it was already incredibly late and the entire theatre felt abandoned so when you guys had to leave so it was kind of akward but eventually one of you talked of you guys just clicked. By the time both of you had gone outside, your ride had abandoned you, so Peter, even though you hesitated, insisted to take you home.

“Please Peter it’s a pretty long way there” “I swear I can take it” “Fine… where’s your car” “Oh I don’t need a car” he said as he put his hand to your head. “Wai-wha-” you were cut off by Peter speeding you while you yelled to him the directions. “It’s to the lefAHHHahaha and then to the righ-nonono Peter you’re going to drop me” you said along with other things as he just chuckled and kept running. “Wait you’re a mutant too?” He asked when you got to the mansion a.k.a your home. “Yup. Daughter of Charles Xavier who can (power of choice) and basically knows everything that goes down here which leads me to a question, do you go here?” “Nah I don’t….. never could afford it.” “Well I really want you to join us so I’ll talk to my dad about figuring something out alright” “Alrighty bye Y/N” “See ya” you saluted him as he ran off.

● In the time of the friend zone, it mainly consisted of going over to his house on breaks and watching scary shows and movies with the ocasional comedy. And when you finally convinced your dad that Peter would be a great student so that he would let him in for a smaller amount of money it consisted of you studying and him just trying to listen but eventually giving up and sleeping. ●He finally asked you out while school was climbing to its death bed and was ready to end. He sped up to you to ask the question he was longing to for quite a while and it basically went like this: “Hey Y/N” “Yes Peter” “Well you see since summer is starting and I basically have nothing to do could you be my savior or boredom?“he asked running his hand through his hair “So basically your asking if I’ll go out with you” “Yup” he said popping the p “Well then yes” “Oh oh wowowowowowieeee” he celebrated. ●Your first date was at a drive in theatre where you two watched a scary movie because you’re nerds. When you got there it was a little but not outrageously chilly, but unfortunately through half the movie it started to rain forcing people to leave. However, Peter was committed to make this a wonderful first date so he just akwardly wrapped his jacket around you and you two continued screaming and laughing at the movie with the ocasional shivers from Peter being cold with no jacket so you had to (and wanted to tbh) huddle very close to him. ●After that date there was many more to come, including going to that same drive in theatre every friday, spending time at his house listening to music, and he even would take you shopping for new shirts but it was really just so he could eat out with you, but the best thing by far you liked to do with him was go to the amusement park. He would drag you along and take you to every ride in the entire park and you, being the adventurous type would of course tag along. He was just so happy he finally met someone who would always be up for anything. Whenever you arrived at the mansion Charles would just ask “Peter again?” and when you nodded he would just reply with “that’s what I thought” with a smug expression on his face. ●Speaking of Charles the first time him and Peter properly met, which was at dinner in (restraunt of choice) Peter was just so nervous and Charles being the mind reader he is just patted him on the shoulder and said “don’t worry, I know you love her” and you accidentally overheard so you didn’t mean to but the entire time you were just really blushy and flattered. The dinner went great, and they were pratically ignoring you and making jokes about what you used to do as a kid to what you do now and comparing it to what they did and do and it was just so cool. When Peter said bye to you guys outside of the restaurant Charles said, still laughing “Y/N I honestly think he’s the one” before driving you both home. ●The first time meeting his family was an embarrassing story though, as when you walked in to his house you tripped and fell to the ground. His mom just laughed and said “don’t worry now we have a story to tell in future times” and then she introduced herself. She decided to make (favorite food) and it was better than you’ve ever had it before. “Hey Ms. Maximoff this is actually the best (favorite food) I’ve ever had.” you said truthfully. She smiled and said “Yeah I’d knew you would like it Peter said it was your favorite food” “Well he was definitely right”. When his sister decided to come meet you she was dressed in her princess costume and wrapped your arms around your waist repeatedly and forced you and Peter to watch Disney movies (when tbh I wouldn’t be forced I’d just watch them anyways) ●Cuddles all the cuddles There’s days when Peter’s the big spoon, there’s days when you are but you. never. stop. cuddling ●He adores wrapping his arms around your waist and also scaring you cuz why not. ●You getting used to his speed ●Him making mixtapes of you and when you discover them he decides to make you listen to them and tell you exactly why they remind him of you while cuddling you. ●His lil sis basically becoming your lil sis. ●Both of you growing really close to eachothers families. Like when Pete’s mom needs extra help with something she always calls you or when Charles needs help figuring things out at the mansion he calls Peter to help y'all on it. ●When Peter is sad he’ll always call you, no matter what. There is no one he rather see and you almost always know what to tell him. If you don’t he understands and you guys just listen to music or play stupid little board games to make him feel better. ●When your sad, Peter will of course talk to you about it but every time his advice doesn’t help but rather a silly thing he says after does. Like he’ll go on a rant about how you should just ignore what people say or do to you and only care about your future and it’ll put a slight smile on your face but when he says something random like “Enough with this sadness I want pizza” it makes you forget entirely what happened. ●Your first time sleeping over was at Peter’s house when his mom was gone for the weekend and she needed someone to take care of his sister. You had spent the day looking out for her and attempting to entertain her which even though you wouldn’t think it would be, it was a very stressful werkend. Especially the first night when she had a nightmare and came into Peter’s room in the middle of you guys playing pac man. She bust through the door crying and immediately ran to Peter and hugged him. “What’s wrong sweetie?” you asked patting her head. She signaled for Peter to pick her up and he placed her beneath his arms and her legs stradled his waist. “I had a nightmare” she said and she buried her head into Peters shoulders. “Awee I’m sorry” you started as Peter carried her to her room as you followed “Nightmares suck. But they’re just your imagination running wild, which makes you special. I have nightmares too you know, and whenever I get them I actually have to sing myself to sleep to calm myself down” you said and by then she had already been tucked into bed. “Can you sing me to sleep?"she asked cutely. You smiled and agreed. "Breathe breathe in the air….. don’t be afraid to care…. please don’t leave me……. look around choose your own ground” you sang and by the time you had finished she was fast asleep. Peter who had been by his sisters side leaned down and kissed her on her forehead and then went back to his room with you. “You wanna still watch that movie?” he asked and you replied with a “hell yeah” and before you knew it you woke up in the middle of the night on his couch with the TV playing a movie called the black nothingness aka it was literally playing nothing and with your head resting on his shoulder and his arms around yours he looked down at you with tired eyes and carried you to his bed where you curled up together. 💓

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