#I realized last night after sharing the game that I had work I needed to get done for today oopsđ
Part 7
Can't stop thinking about how the 141 met reader
(she's a long one. not entirely happy with it either so may edit later)
No harm done yet.
You never saw Simon actually hurt anyone. Johnny and Kyle would share stories about poor recruits who fucked around and eventually found out that Simon had no issue beating them within an inch of their life.
You knew he had a reputation and, like the rest of them, had blood on his hands. But it never bothered you. Didn't make you think twice about loving him or seeing him as the protector he had always been to you. To be frank, you could never actually picture any of them being violent.
But his voice... Fuck. His voice. It fucking rattled you. You actually feared for those fucking idiots now. Sure, they deserved to have their asses kicked, but an ass-kicking was probably going to be a welcomed after thought to whatever Simon would do.
You rinsed off, not bothering to wash your hair, but needing to wash up before getting in the bed. Hoping the scalding hot water washed away the uneasiness on your skin that had began to settle into your bones.
Even feeling fresh and laying in clean sheets, you still found yourself tossing and turning wondering exactly what did Simon do?
Did he walk away? Realizing you weren't worth the trouble, did he just tell them to knock it off?
You had stupidly expected Simon to check in. To check if you made it home alright or at least to let you know he was okay. So you waited... And you waited. You had half a mind to call him yourself before remembering it wasn't your place anymore to care. You had cared enough for the five of you.
It was well past two in the morning before you finally called it a night.
The next morning, still nothing from Mr. Riley. Not a 'did you home alright?' or 'are you okay?' text. Nada. Zilch.
Whatever.
Fuck him.
You had to open up shop, but luckily your Saturday mornings were much more relaxed. The shop wouldn't be open until 10, so you had the time to sleep in and enjoy the morning.
By noon, Mere had sent you several texts reminding you that you had promised to go out. You had tried to dissuade her. The encounter with those men last night had brought back sour memories. One involving handsome men coming to your rescue when it was most certainly needed.
You had tried to bail. Giving her any excuse you could: Last night put you on edge. You no longer wanted to go out. After last weekend, you just needed some down time.
Eventually you had realized she was not taking no for an answer after she had shown up to your apartment, already ready for a night out.
"You're not wearing that, are you?" Mere asked. Mere was in her usual Saturday femme-fatal attire. The black leather pants that accentuated her curves and red corset paired well with her freshly box dyed color black hair.
She looked more like a dominatrix than someone who worked at an attorney's office. Even if both professions included bending someone over and fucking them for all their worth. You wondered who would charge more by the hour....
You had pulled out a off white lace square neck top and a pair of high waisted medium washed baggy jeans. A perfectly cute outfit for a night out. Which was your defense when she had suggested you needed to change.
Tab had arrived later than expected (something about a system being down at work), but made up for it by bringing a pre-game snack. Yes, you had officially reached the age where you no longer starved yourself hours before going out to get more drunk quicker and cheaper. No you had to eat carbs or else you wouldn't be able to leave your room the next day as you pathetically nurse a hangover.
Tab wore a denim skirt. If you could even call it that. It paired well with the white tank top that you could make out the shape of her nipple piercing.
But they looked hot. Really hot.
"This is a perfectly acceptable outfit."
"For a day at market, not for trying to get laid."
"I don't want to get laid." You said, rummaging through your closet, yet again. "Getting laid is what got me in this mess in the first place."
A little over two years ago
"Fuck him." Tabitha wrapped her arms around your shaking body as you continued to sob. "He was a prick who didn't fucking deserve you."
"He couldn't even get you to cum." Mere felt the need to remind you as if that would somehow lessen the blow of your heartbreaking into a million shards. The shrapnel feeling like it would kill you.
"I loved him," your voice is small. "I fucking loved him." You had been dating for almost three years. You had his grandmother's ring on your fucking hand for God's sake. "I'm so stupid."
"You are not stupid." Tabitha gave you a squeeze. "He was a liar and a fucking coward." Meredith rubbed her thumb on you bare leg, offering physical reassure. Letting you know even if she wasn't the hugger Tabs was, she was still here.
"You can't keep locked up in this apartment." She was unfortunately right. You had not only barricaded yourself in your apartment for two weeks, but you hadn't returned to your bedroom. The scene of the crime. "You need to get out."
"Yeah," Tabitha rubbed your arm as if trying to coax you out your metaphorical shell. "Get some fresh air. We can go grab a treat. Maybe go out for some coffee." It didn't surprise you that Tabitha was offering a treat to entice you to leaving your sanctuary.
"I was thinking going to a bar." It also didn't surprise you that Mere offered her way of coping. Getting so drunk that you forgot what you even sad about. Or going out and finding someone to fuck the sadness out of her.
"Because getting alcohol in her system in this state is just what she needs." Tabitha was the mom of the group whereas Mere was the fun drunk aunt. They balanced one another out.
"Actually," you said, giving a pathetic sniffle. "Going out would be nice." Getting away from the apartment is what you need. And going out would be the excuse you would need to get yourself all dolled up.
What you hadn't planned for was getting so pissed that you had manage to breakaway from your friends. Searching for them in teh crowd of people. Failing and when you pulled out your phone were met with a completely black screen.
Dead. Perfect.
The same moment you swore the night couldn't get any worse, it did.
He looked the same. Same as he been four months ago when he asked you to become his wife. Same as he had been two weeks ago when you had caught him fucking another girl. The girl he told you not to worry about. The girl he insisted was just one of the guys. A girl you had told him time and time again would fuck him the moment she had the chance.
It wasn't always great to be right.
When your eyes connected, your body had went into immediate flight mode. Every neuron in your body was shooting out signals of RUN RUN RUN RUN RUN. So that's exactly what you did.
You fucking bolted.
Or felt like you bolted. But you could only scurry so fast in chunky heels while simultaneously pulling down your skirt that had decided to ride up. Aching to show your ass for all of London to see.
You had made it a quarter of the way back to your apartment. Your feet aching. Toes pinched together from the strap digging into them.
"Baby, please!" You heard him before you felt his arm clamp down on your shoulder. Hard. When did his touch become something heavy? Something that practically burned you.
You turned. Eyes brimming with unshed tears as you hissed at him to leave you the fuck alone. The begging came, but you turned around. Determined to go home. He didn't deserve the chance to explain himself and he could most certainly shove his apology up his ass.
He wouldn't shut up. Insisting it was a mistake. A one time thing her fault. How she seduced him. As if he were the victim in all of this. You weren't buying it. Not for one moment. One doesn't accidentally invite some slut over and fall balls deep into her while they are in the same bed he shares with his fiancée.
It wasn't until you were in a more dimly lit area that he had gotten the nerve to grab you. His grip was firm on your arms as he held you in place. "Listen to me!" His voice was panicked.
The feeling of anger slowly began to dim as something else began to rise.
Fear.
You were afraid.
You were in a part of town not many people were out and about in at this time of night. No bystanders to really take note of the scene, or at least not any caring enough to stand by and watch; even for entertainment.
Your friends didn't know where you were at and you were tipsy. And alone.
"Cardan," you swallowed, trying to steady your voice. "Please let me go."
"Not until you talk to me," his fingers dug into you. "We can work this out, okay? It was one mistake." He tried to argue, his voice rising, soaked in desperation. "What's one mistake compared to three years?"
"Cardan," you tried to pull away, his grip only tightening. "You're hurting me." It came out as a pathetic whimper. You were so close to crying, too afraid to scream.
"Hey!" A voice barked from behind you. It caused your whole body to stiffen."Get your fucking hands off her. Someone noticed. Someone was here. Someone was here. Someone was here.
"We are having a conversation." Cardan's eyes left you, looking at whoever stood behind you.
"The lass said to leave her be." Another voice. Someone else. Two (three if you counted yourself, but in that moment you couldn't) people against one. There was no a possibility of you getting the fuck out of this situation.
Cardan stood firm. His eyes looking past you. A silent refusal to back down.
"Either you let her go," another voice. Another accent different that the first two. "Or we fucking make you."
"One against four. Odds aren't in your favor, mate." Four. Four men stood behind you. Faceless strangers there to help you.
"This doesn't concern you." Cardan bit out.
"Aye," Scottish. The second guy was definitely Scottish. "I think it does if she's tellin' ye' to piss off and yer bein' a bawbag about it."
"So what'll it be?" The third voice, deep and threatening, yet still so... calming. As if the vibrations from his deep, rich pitch washed over you.
Cardan looked back at you, his eyes not as manic. He realized he didn't have a chance. This was a fight he had to walk away from or else he wouldn't be walking away from it at all. "I'll swing by tomorrow, okay?" He asked.
You couldn't do anything, but nod. Agree that you could talk tomorrow in the safety of the sunlight. Eventually he walked across the street before fading out into the night. Blending in with the shadows.
You turned around to meet your would-be saviors.
Four men. All slightly older than you and so handsome you felt foolish for gawking at them as if this were your first time seeing a man. Hell, maybe it was. At least specimens like this. All of them tall and broad. Towering over you.
No wonder Cardan got the fuck out of there. Tabs was right. He was a coward.
"You alright?" The one who first spoke up asked. You could place his voice. Now just needed to place the other three. He had a hearty mustache and mutton chops. A look on any one else would make you immediately get the ick. But for a moment you wondered if that mustache would tickle... "Do you need us to call anyone?"
You felt your cheeks flush with heat.
"I just want to go home." You said. "Thank you for stepping in. I don't know what would have-" You stopped. Too afraid to think about the possibilities. There was a time you would never believe that Cardan had the ability to hurt you.
There was also a time you believed he would never cheat. You weren't really sure what to believe anymore. "Anyway," you continued. "Thank you again." You turned on your heel before continuing your stride.
You had only made it several feet before you were stopped again. "Which way? One of us can walk you home." You weren't entirely sure. But with a dead cellphone and a unhinged ex probably lurking in the shadows, there was little time to weigh the pros and cons before giving them a general direction of where you lived.
Which just so happened to be the direction in which two of the four lived. The Scot and one of the two who had yet to speak. The first one, who had still yet to introduce himself instructed the two of them to drop you off and let him know you had made it home alright.
You had hoped that the rest of your night would be met with silence, but the Scot couldn't seem to help himself. "I'm Johnny." He introduced. "And the spooky, silent type is Simon." He gave a playful wink. You gave him your name, not wanting to be rude.
"Not my place to ask," he began. "But what was the deal with that fucker? Ex-boyfriend?"
"Johnny." Simon's tone held warning. You appreciated the defense, but frankly didn't care. These were strangers. Who cared what they thought.
"Ex-fiancée," you clarified. "One who decided to fuck another girl in my bed. Not even our bed. My bed."
"Jesus fucking Christ," the Scot swore. "I was right. He was a fucking bawbag." For whatever reason, that made you laugh. For the first time in two weeks you fucking laughed. And it felt like you were breathing again.
Simon was quiet, not contributing to the conversation and just letting Johnny babble. Talking your ear off in a short trek as if it were an olympic sport.
You were so distracted with his voice you hadn't realized how far you had made it until the sound of your keys clattering onto your kitchen counter brought you back.
Back to a situation you didn't know how the fuck you landed in.
Two men (who you don't know) are in your apartment. Your friends don't know where you are. You are a little bit too inebriated to plan and exit strategy. Doesn't exactly help your confidence in fighting them off since they are built like fucking brick houses.
"He won't come sniffin' around here botherin' ya, will he?" Simon asks, speaking for only the second time since he had threatened Cardan. You shake your head.
"No," you said. "I have him blocked on everything. So I think when he saw me tonight it was just kind of an opportunity, I suppose?" You offer. Cardan had showed up to your place one time with a random assortment of flowers and a useless apology you had to hear through the door as you covered your mouth. Concealing your cries. Too afraid to let him know you were there.
Too afraid that some part of you would be weak enough to take him back.
"We'll leave ye' be." Johnny said, nodding his head toward the door. "But if he comes bein' a shite to ye again, you can give us a call."
"Phones dead." You explain, holding up your phone as if you needed to prove yourself. Johnny offered the brilliant, yet simple solution of giving him your number. He sent off a text, knowing it would be there when you turned back on and promising to check in later.
They both gave subtle nods of goodbye before turning away.
And just like that, they left. The door clicking softly shut behind them. You stood, frozen for several beats before walking over and locking the door.
You plugged your phone into the charging cable, waiting until it lit back to life before shooting off a text in your group chat with Tab and Mere.
Sorry I took off. Ran into Cardan and fucking made a dash for it. Sorry if I worried you. I'm at home. I'm okay. Grab lunch tomorrow and we can talk about it? My treat?
You signed off the text with a heart emoji and turned your phone on do not disturb. Too afraid of your friends going all Mama Bear on you for running away while drunk. Even if your reasons were valid.
You had texted Johnny again. Not because Cardan dared to bother you again, but to thank him. Acknowledging that not many men would have done for you what he and his friend did. Johnny assured you it wasn't anything.
Before you knew it, the two of you were hanging out with Simon always tagging along. It took you a while to realize he did actually like you, but his stoic nature was just who he was. You had met Kyle and John, both as charming and respectful as Johnny and Simon.
John had been the first two mention wanting to take you on a date. It didn't go well with the other three. They all had the same intention and a rock, paper, scissors tournament seemed to juvenile to figure out who got the privilege in courting you. Eventually, they had decided to ask you.
Putting you on the spot to answer the question that had begun to tear them apart: which one of them will it be?
Johnny made you laugh. He was the first person you thought about calling when your day was a bit grey. He saw the positive in everything and was the one who made you feel like even the bad days weren't so terrible.
Then there was Simon. The one who you felt like was your safe place in body and mind. You would babble all day talking to him, thankful when he would let you rant. Your mind was able to go on auto-pilot in terms of safety because you knew Simon would handle it. He also gave the best hugs.
John was the one who instilled the confidence in you that you needed. Your bookstore, your writing, whatever aspirations you had, no matter how wild, John would support it. Nothing was too big. After you all started dating, he was the first person you ever let read your book. He gave you praise as well as critique, pointing out multiple plot holes and helping you craft it better. And never once taking credit for it, even when it was due.
Kyle was the most thoughtful one. He was the one who knew you liked trying knew things so he made an effort to always make date nights interesting. A new restaurant, a new activity or experience. He was the biggest giver of the group.
So when they did ask you, you answered honestly.
"I can't choose." They insisted that you didn't need to spare their feelings, but you stood firm in your decision. "No. I can't choose. I'm interested in all of you." When they pressed on why the fuck you didn't say anything earlier, you told them to avoid this kind of situation. Where you had to choose. You were fine continuing on as just friends if that meant you got to keep all of them.
Mere and Tabs were great friends, but they are the ones who helped pull you out of the slump. The ones who made you feel lovable. The ones who made you feel like a woman again.
"Helloooooo." Mere's hand waved in your face while another held something she had found in your closet. "So are you going to change or not?" Your eyes darted to the skimpy glittery black dress. The same one for your first date with them. Your stomach twisted as you took the sparkly dark fabric in your hand.
You nodded as if trying to shake the memory out of your mind. "I'll change and we can go." Better just to get it over with.
The place that Mere had dragged you to was a club that played music that you would only listen to while encapsulated in the aroma of cheap liquor and sweat. Your outfit form-fitting. The material too stiff to be comfortable, but it was cute. The hem of your dress coming to rest just below your ass cheeks. Hugging your body in a way that made you feel self conscious the moment you stepped out of your building.
Mere had run into some work colleagues. Names you couldn't and wouldn't remember. There had been a high profile divorce going on. Very messy. She had been so encapsulated by the gossip that she hadn't notice you and Tabitha had slipped off toward the bar.
Tabitha insisted on shots and you needed something to get your mind off the less than exciting night. Your expectations weren't high, but fuck. You would have been much more comfortable wearing the jeans. You felt like a piece of fucking meat. It would have been so bad if someone were gonna buy you a dr-
"This seat taken?" It was a cliche introduction attached to a slightly better than average face. Decent enough where it didn't hurt to look at him, but not attractive enough to be a seat.
"By all means," you said turning back to Tabitha who looked at the guy now sitting to your left and raising her eyebrows. Fucking hell. Not her too.
"It's pretty packed tonight." He commented, attempted to make small talk. You hated small talk. At least unless it came to Johnny who would get into discussion on politics, religion and why on the side was the best way to fuck because it gave him 'a perfect view of the front and back of ye.'
"You come here often?" You asked, not wanting to be a total bitch, but having absolutely zero desire to be entertaining him.
"When I can." He said. "I prefer the Artifact a couple of blocks down. Not many people heard of it. A bit of a hole-in-the-wall place." Oh cool. A fucking hipster who liked to act superior at knowing a place that is underground. You could feel any possibility of getting your pussy wet, dry at the thought of this man actually wanting to come onto you.
Jesus, when did you become so harsh.
I blame Simon.
"Oh," you say, no longer interested in entertaining the conversation. "Sounds lovely. My friend and I just came out for a bit of girl-" you turn to look at Tabitha who had somehow miraculously disappeared in the 45 fucking seconds that your back was turned....
Little bitch.
"Bathroom, I suppose." He laughed. It was the sincerity in his voice that irked you. God, why was he pissing you off just trying to start a conversation?
"I suppose." You gave a soft smile back, turning once the bartender had come over to grab your order. Which the stranger next to you had insisted buying. Nothing quite as arousing as obligated conversation.
"There's no need for that-"
"Percival." He introduced. "But my friends call me Percy." Your immediate thought was who the fuck names there kid Percival. The second was to offer him a fake name. Real enough to be believable, but fake enough where if he tried to search you up on any social media, you could just deny having any.
"I hate to be brash," he started. Then don't. "But I can't imagine a girl like you being single."
"Not really looking for anything romantic at the moment." You say, the first time you've been truthful this entire conversation. Percival leaned in closer, before asking in a low voice that he was doubt trying to convey as sexy, "Are you sure?"
And there it was. The final ick that nailed the coffin shut.
You offered in a soft smile before swallowing hard. "Percival,"
"My friends call me-"
"I'm going to be frank." Your voice is soft, as if explaining to a small child why we don't always get the things we want. "I just got of a very long and deep and meaningful relationship and the idea of being near another man in any intimate or emotional capacity wants me to cause very serious bodily harm to said man."
His expression fell.
"I appreciate your confidence in coming over here and making small talk, but if you're wanting to fuck me or even attempt to be friends, I must inform you that is no only not in the cards, but not in your best interest." You turned, downing the rest of your cocktail.
"Time for a trip to the bathroom myself, I suppose." You stood from your seat, having to readjust your dress.. "Have a good night."
You were washing your hands when a red-faced Mere walked into the bathroom. Tabitha on her heels with a concerned expression.
"What did you do?" Mere asked.
"What are you talking about?" You asked. You had half a mind to ask them why the fuck they pulled a disappearing act after insisting you go out.
"You told Percy you would castrate him?" You looked as if you had been slapped. The pieces falling into place to reveal a totally fucked up puzzle.
"You fucking tried to set me up." You seethed, a finger pointing accusingly.
"Well, fuck, what did you expect me to do?" She asked. "You were sulking."
"Listen to me!" You cried. "I want you to listen to me. I was with them for two years. It hasn't even been two weeks and you're going behind my fucking back and trying to set me up with fucking Percival? How the fuck do you even know him? Do you even know him?" She ignored your last question. How convenient.
"I thought it would be good to get it out of your system." She tried to defend, her pissyness now matching yours. "You always do this. I was just trying to help."
"What do you mean 'I always do this'?" Your eyes turned into slits.
"Why don't we just calm down and-" Tabitha tried to stop the escalation. Mere, very obviously, ignored that cue.
"You get so hung up on a guy, or in this case guys, it takes you fucking weeks to recover." You stare at her. Unsure if she was really comprehending the bullshit that had come out of her mouth.
"I'm certain you aren't trying to make me feel bad for grieving a relationship that I was in for over three years to a man I was engaged to. To find him fucking in my apartment, in my bed the same week I was going to get my wedding dress."
"It's not just Cardan," she went on. "Issac in our second year of school?" You gave a humorless chuckle.
"Oh yes," you said condescendingly, "the boy I had dated from 14-years old- until I was 19. The boy I gave my virginity two months before he told me he was not only not interested in me, but women in general." As if that somehow lessened the blow. "Absolutely shouldn't have bothered me a bit."
"You only went out for classes and food for two months!" She said as if you had hit a pedestrian with your car. As if you were a fool for being so distracted by a breakup you couldn't be bothered to carry on with life as normal.
"I'm sorry that I actually take the time to grieve my relationships." You said. "I forgot that it may be hard for either of you to comprehend what a relationship is like considering the only relationship either of you have is with your work or with each of us."
"Hey!" Tabitha said. "I understand your pissed, but there isn't need to attack us like this."
"Attack you?" You asked. "Attack you? This isn't me attacking you. This is me responding to an uncomfortable situation that you put me in. I told you I didn't want to even think about me. I didn't want to fuck someone else and you go and do this?"
"He seems like a decent guy." You roll your eyes.
"Probably why he's not your type, right?" Mere crossed her arms over chest. Eyebrow arched as if she were hoping the words enticed you to realize that you had a history of going after the wrong guys.
Unfortunately, it did not.
You sucked on your teeth, carefully choosing your words before World War III broke out in a nearly vacant bathroom in South London. You took a deep breath. Calming yourself as best as you could.
Before saying fuck it and letting it loose.
"Just because your idea of coping is getting drunk and fucking someone you plan on never speaking to again, quite literally discarding them like trash, doesn't mean the rest of us cope the same way." You hoped it hurt. You hope it stung the same way she had tried to sting you.
You had hoped that your word would be the final blow before both sides called a treaty.
"You mean like they did you?"
And just like that, you heart stuttered. A rapid dum dum dum in your chest as it had been tripped up by her words. The truth in them heavy. The shift in the air was almost immediate;.
"Sweetheart-" Tabitha had tried to reach out before you jerked away.
"Enjoy your night." You said, grabbing your purse where you had left it by the sink. "I'm going to go home and wallow in my self pity." You exited the bathroom, hearing your named called again before shifting it into gear and getting the fuck out of there.
Weaving through the sea of bodies like water flowing around rocks.
Who the fuck cares if you want to cry? To grieve? To be angry? To get closure? To move on? Who cares if you don't want to be the girl who gets her heart shattered and not fuck somone else? Who wants to feel the comfort of a familiar body, a touch that feels safe one last time before you go back into a world where you will only be touched by a stranger?
It didn't matter that you were the one to breakup with them, even if the relationship was broken. It's foundation cracked.
What did matter is that the people who should have supported you and in the way you were dealing with your loss in your own way, didn't. And that's the part that they seem to forget. It is a loss. It's mourning someone who hasn't died. Someone who is still living, yet still no longer there.
"Off already?" Percy cut in the way, blocking your escape. You weren't in the mood.
"Listen-" you started before he cut you off.
"Not anything romantic, I know," he raised his hands as if in defense, "but maybe like another drink or a dance?"
You closed your eyes, wanting to hold off starting a scene and tearing him a new asshole. "Like I said, not. interested." How much clearer could you spell it out?
"Come on." He said, his hand coming to rest on your hip. The grip on it weak. You were by no means the type of woman that could take on a man like the ones you still held in a chamber of your heart. But you could most certainly handle your own against Percival. "I'm asking for a dance. After what Meredith told me, I figured you'd be down for at a little more than that."
"I don't follow." Your blood ran cold. Your heart praying that any assumptions that were running through your mind were wrong, they were wrong.
"She mentioned you having a group of like guys you fucked, but stopped fucking." He shrugged, offering a coy smile that you ached to wipe off with the back of your hand. "I don't judge. It's kind of hot honest. Did they run train or-" You felt it then. His hand had traveled from your hip to the curve of your ass.
And you froze. You froze like a coward. Too afraid to speak or scream. Too ashamed to push him away, cause a scene.
But you didn't need to do any of that.
In an instant, Percy's hand was off of you. It took you a moment to realize that a figure dressed in black stood beside you. Your own personal grim reaper.
"Put him go!" You pleaded, breaking out of your trance. You took hold of his arm putting all of your body weight on his arm, trying to break his hold. He didn't falter.
You could handle you own against Percy.
But Simon could fucking kill him without breaking a sweat.
You looked at Simon's face. His eyes were darkened. The soft brown you had once loved staring into were now almost black. You could even make out the dark circles, even in the unsettling flickering of strobe lights in the club.
"You touch her again and I'll slit your fucking throat. Understood?" Pure venom fell from Simon's lips, but you knew he wasn't lying. Simon was the type of man who didn't say something he didn't mean.
You knew that all too well.
Percy choked out an ineligible, gurgled response as Simon's hand held firm on his throat. "He understands, goddammit, no let him down!" You ordered hitting at him as if it would stop him. "Simon, please!"
It was only when you said his name, did Simon loosen his grip. Letting Percy drop to a heap on the floor before he started a having a coughing fit, trying to suck in as much air as he could.
Simon looked down at you and the exit before scooping you up and hauling you over his shoulder like a sack of flower.
You wanted to die. You wanted to crawl in a hole and die and never show your face again.
"Get in the car." He at least had the decency to open the door for you. Simon wasn't a flashy man, by any means, but he was still a man. A men did love their cars.
He stood, waiting for you but you didn't move. You glared up at him. He had carried you out of there in the most humiliating way possible. You had to fight against the hemline of your dress or else everyone would have gotten an eyeful.
Hand still on the door, he leaned down, getting closer and closer to your height. "You get your ass in this car right now," his breath warm against your ear. "Or I'll have you over my fuckin' knee." His tone was sharp. It wasn't seduction in form of a threat. It wasn't even a threat.
It was a promise.
"We're over." You reminded.
"Do you think that'll fuckin' stop me from spankin' some sense into your bratty ass?"
"It doesn't give you the right to fucking do that to people, Simon!" You huffed. "You could have killed in."
"Could have," he agreed. "But didn't. You're welcome." he nodded toward the car. "Now, in you go or I'll do it here. You already know I don't mind an audience."
The heated seats were a bit to warm for your liking against your bare ass. The tension in the air was uncomfortable. Your hands ached to touch the radio. Anything to stop the silence between the two of you.
"I got home fine the other night by the way." You said, looking out the window, hoping to make him feel like shit for not checking in like he should have.
"I know you did."
"What do you mean you know I did?" You asked, turning to look at him. He shrugged as if it wasn't anything out of the ordinary, not stopping.
"Just did." Was his only answer.
"Are you fucking stalking me, Riley?" That made him laugh. You would have felt better if there was at least a sense of humor in it, but, instead, only disbelief.
"Oh, Riley now, is it?" He asked.
"You're not my body guard, Simon." You snapped.
"Not trying to be," he said. "I was never trying to be." You caught it. A very small slip, but it was something... something you couldn't place.
"Then why?" You ask, your tone softening. "For someone who makes it very apparent to be done with me, you sure do show up at convenient times. Hard not to think your keeping tabs on me."
He didn't say anything. No explanation or excuse. Not evena smart ass comeback or remark.
His hands reached forward and turned on the radio, turning the volume just loud enough that if you were to try and continue the conversation, your words would be drowned out.
He pulled up in front of your building, yet you made no move to get out. You turned off the radio, soaking in the silence once more. You wanted to know why? Why was he appearing out of nowhere like a fucking ghost? Why was he helping you?
He sighed before putting the car in park and stepping out. Coming around to your side he opened the door. "Get inside. Go to bed." There he was again. Fucking bossing you around as if he still had a say.
You wanted to cuss him out. To spew hateful words just as he did you.
But you didn't.
You were tired.
So fucking tired. And the idea of going to bed did sound pretty good in that moment. You made it to the door of your building before he spoke again. "And if you need to out at this time at night call a goddamn cab."
"Why?" You asked, turning around. "Getting tired of having to follow me around on foot, Si?"
There was a pregnant pause. Neither of you speaking. His body shifted forward, as if contemplating getting closer to you. As if the pull you once had was still there.
With his eyes trained on you, you felt a chill run down your spine. Twice you had seen that look on Simon's face before. The look that he had given the figures concealed in the shadows last night. The same look he had given Percy.
Only this time, it was directed at you.
One that personified the saying, 'if looks could kill.'
"Because," he growled out, "the next time I find someone else touching you that way, I'll fucking kill them."
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FanFiction ask game 18, 20, 24, 43 please đ
Hi Liz!!!
18. Do you enjoy research? Which fic of yours required the most research?
Not really đ
. I actually go out of my way to write most of my stories in settings I already am very familiar with, or make it a total fantasy version of a real place so that I can kind of make up my own rules/explanations for things. If I'm going to write a story in a real-life setting that I don't know much about, I would want to make it as accurate as possible, which means I would have to spend tons of time on research when I'd rather just be writing.
Under the Northern Lights involved SO much research, because I've never been to Alaska before and most of the plot was centered around InuKag traveling to specific locations within Alaska. So I had to research driving times, weather patterns, the lengths of certain trails and what they look like, and much much more đ”âđ«. I was so engrossed in that story that I didn't mind too too much, and Jane (goshinote) helped with some of it, but I don't think I'd want to do that again.
20. Do you prefer writing AUs or canon fics?
When I first joined the fandom, I was only interested in reading/writing canon fics. I don't think I had really read AU fanfiction before, so I didn't "get" it. But then I read a few and was like ohhhhh this is why everyone loves these so much! And have been a fan ever since. I think at this point I prefer writing AUs because you get a lot more creative freedom to come up with your own world, and it's a fun challenge to imagine how these established characters would react in totally different scenarios.
But it's kind of my dream to write an epic length canon-based fic because I love reading them so much. I just haven't had any ideas whatsoever for something like that...hopefully one day!
24. How do you choose whose POV to write in?
I...don't choose đ. I know that "head-hopping" is sometimes frowned upon, but I typically always write in both Inuyasha and Kagome's POV, often flowing between them within a scene/chapter. My writing is really emotion-heavy, so I like to get in their heads and dig deep into what they're feeling. I've been trying to challenge myself with some of my WIPs to at least just stick to one POV per chapter, but I've already found myself breaking that a bit. I honestly think it would be difficult for me to write a whole story in just one POV, but I'd like to do it at some point.
43. Is there a trope or idea that you'd really like to write but haven't yet?
I mentioned above that I'd really love to write some kind of epic canon-divergent or post-canon story, but other than that I want to write a royalty AU. I have one "started"...as in, I jotted down a couple scene ideas and have thought about it a lot but haven't really started writing it. I'm trying to focus on actually finishing my two WIPs that I've been working on for over 2 years...but once those are posted I'll probably put most of my focus on the royalty AU.
Thank you so much again for the asks @liz8080 !! You're the bestđ„°
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Okay, so vampire Eddie is a pretty standard trope at this point, but may I offer...Twilight vampire Eddie who is absolutely pissed off about his sparkly existence?
Eddie actually isn't that old, he was turned in the 80s when he was around 20. He lives with his small and not only vampire family. There's patriarch Wayne, his partner Scott who always becomes a teacher no matter where they move, Claudia Henderson and her son that have been with them ever since Scott noticed Dustin being unusually quiet in his class and soon after, Wayne kicked out his abusive father.
The problem with living with a smart man who loves educating people and a man who never received the education he deserved is - they take school really, really seriously. Whenever they move, Eddie usually has to re-join high school, it's all "just so that you have some socialization! Also we need to be able to blend in, so look around and see what's normal with young people! Also I'm pretty sure some of the stuff we know is now obsolete or disproven, so make sure to tell us!". And Eddie loves Wayne and Scott, he really does, but he had trouble blending in even when he was alive, so now? Impossible. As for gathering information, Eddie has been trying for decades to explain to Wayne that even if becoming a vampire healed the wounds from the lynching mob, it didn't do shit for his ADHD, so there. Wayne finds Eddie banging his head into a desk one day and chanting "WHAT-THE-FUCK-IS-TIK-TOK?!"
So yes, Eddie hates being a forever highschooler, but it also means he can run DnD clubs everywhere he joins and he's not even lynched for it like in the 80s, so hey, progress! He gets mostly content with his existence, except that he's fucking sparkly and can't turn into a bat, so what's the point?!
But then a huge group of people moves from the close town of Hawkins, they had a really fucked up earthquake - Wayne told him all about it, he often volunteered in rescue and high risk works, and he's never seen anything like it - and their little town becomes way more crowded. There are high school freshmen just begging to be introduced to his club, Hellfire, although one of them is scary observant and Eddie is really sure that Jane knows he's a vampire.
And then there's Steve Harrington. A young man with the prettiest hair ever who joined Eddie's class, apparently he needs to repeat the last year too because if your school burns down, you can't take final exams. He's stupidly pretty, snarky, bitchy, and even though he could be partying day and night and spending the rest of his time on dates, he prefers to hang around with the freshmen. Lucas tells him one day that Steve got badly hurt when he was digging through the collapsed middle school, finding and rescuing their whole group, and well...Eddie respects that. Dustin absolutely loves Steve and maybe Eddie feels a bit jealous, but he has to admit - the guy is cool.
The problem with Steve Harrington is this - he's seen so much shit that nothing really fazes him. Eddie loves shocking people. Steve is unshockable. It becomes their little game, they get close, Eddie realizes he has an embarrassing crush, all that jazz. He tries dropping hints, he slurps his bloody lunch from a bottle that has a "THIS IS DEFINITELY TOMATO JUICE AND NOTHING ELSE". He wears a cape. He adopts a horrible Dracula accent. Nothing works. Steve always just laughs and tells him that he's weird and that's why he likes him.
Finally, Eddie has enough. They walk in the woods to get high, Eddie decides to break the ice, he scoops up Steve, does his whole dashing-through-the-woods thing, and he hopes that he can finally share his secret with Steve.
Except Steve just pats his back and says "Wow, that was cool, man! You'd be amazing at track. Great core strength too," and Eddie's head implodes.
"Okay, Steve. Don't you think there's something rotten here?" he tries.
"I mean, it's the woods. Of course there's something rotting all the time."
Eddie tries again. "You've noticed something strange, haven't you. I'm inhumanly fast and strong."
"I sure didn't expect that! You must be secretly training. I didn't know this town had a gym."
Again. "My skin is pale white and ice cold."
Steve is watching a nearby squirrel instead of looking horrified. "Yeah, not all people tan great, Robin is like that too. And I told you, man. Your circulation is shit, you need better socks and some gloves too."
"My eyes change color."
"Yeah, I know, I do envy you that you can wear those cool contact lenses. My eyes are too dry for that."
Eddie is growing desperate, he's gesturing at the trees because Steve doesn't listen. "I speak like I'm from a different time."
"80s slashers will do that to you. You basically live on those. But I gotta admit that they're pretty fun. Oh look, she's got an acorn! Clever girl!"
"Very clever. Also I never eat or drink anything."
"Hey, I'm not judging. Some people prefer one or two meals in a day instead of the whole five meal thing."
Eddie feels like howling and he isn't even a werewolf. "I. DON'T. GO. INTO. THE. SUNLIGHT."
Steve's eyes finally leave the squirrel. "Duh. We've already established you can't tan."
And Eddie's had enough. He tears off his t-shirt, marches directly into the sunlight and throws the biggest tantrum of his life. "STEVEN HARRINGTON. PAY ATTENTION. I am 20. I have been 20 for a while now. You know what I am, right? I am a vampire. So ask me the question, what do we eat? That wasn't a fucking tomato juice Steven!!!"
Steve just watches him with quiet amusement, as if he's waiting for something.
Eddie doesn't notice. His monologue is reaching its most dramatic part. "I've killed people before! I'm the world's most dangerous predator!"
Steve snorts. "I saw you trip over your own feet in the cafeteria."
"Not the point!"
"You told a waitress "you too" when she told you to enjoy your meal."
Eddie actually howls now. "THE POINT IS." He spins in the sunlight and sees the reflections of light off his skin. "I wouldn't have minded becoming a vampire, but let me tell you. Being stuck in high school forever? Sucks. Craving chips and throwing them up whenever you try them? SUCKS. And thinking you've become the legendary creature of the night when you're a glorified glitter mascot?! And you can't even fly?! DOUBLE SUCKS."
He points at his bare glittering chest. "THIS THE SKIN OF A FUCKING DISCO BALL, STEVE!"
Steve just laughs and gets up from the tree stump he was sitting on. "Thanks for sharing. I was kinda hoping you'd finally ask me out since this is the first time we've had some privacy, but this was interesting too."
Eddie's sharing mania suddenly stops. He realizes he's shirtless in the middle of the forest, and his yelling has scared off the squirrel. He promptly grabs his shirt and puts in on. "Um. You...you wanted me to ask you out? Because I totally want to do that. Yep. But I thought it would have been unfair to ask you before I told you-"
"That you're a vampire? Dude, I know."
Eddie blinks once. Then again. "Excusemewhat?"
Steve smiles at him and touches his hand. "Look. After what happened in Hawkins, I know the smell of blood. I knew it wasn't tomato juice. Also I've accompanied the kids to enough monster flicks to know."
"Oh." Eddie licks his lips and doesn't really know what to say. "Um. What...does that mean for us?"
Laughing, Steve grabs his other hand too. "Definitely two things. One - you can and should kiss me. Two - you can stop wearing that cape. I got your point."
"Oh okay. Cool. Will do. Both."
And since Eddie Munson is a vampire of his word, he does.
(Wayne is absolutely delighted that Eddie is dating, he watches sports with Steve and discusses the pros and cons of Steve becoming a paramedic. Scott helps Steve with some of the subjects he's struggling with. In return, Steve works with Robin to find a makeup brand that is fully sparkleproof, giving the vampires a chance to walk in the sunlight again. And sometimes, he helps them answer the questions that have been plaguing the Munson-Clarke-Henderson household for years...such as: what is TikTok?)
(oh and also. Turns out Steve really thought Eddie was wearing creepy contact lenses. That one aspect of vampyrism he found very cool)
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Bucky Barnes Masterlist
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Night - Avenger! Bucky Barnes x Reader
You wandered around the Tower at night because you couldn't sleep. In the common room, you find Bucky sitting in the dark and decide to share an ice cream pint with him.
Snowman - Avenger! Bucky Barnes x Reader
When the first snow of the year had just covered the whole of New York City, you tried to convince Bucky to play outside with you. He couldn't find the power in himself to say no to you, even if it's his least favorite time of the year.
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so anyway you have this work friend whoâs a super advanced robot girl with all the latest upgrades and everything and she literally will not shut up about her girlfriend lately.
(a short story đ€)
Like sheâs fulfilling all the stereotypes n stuff, about how âI didnât know I was programmed to feel love before I met herâ and âyeah I basically short circuit every time she texts me.â And itâs the cutest thing ever, like, youâve been at this job for a while, and so, like usual with good work friends youâve heard about how insane her life has been up to this point and you know she deserves the best and youâre so glad this person is able to be there for her.
And then one day after work she finally invites you to get drinks with her girlfriend and youâre initially like âwait what I thought you couldnât drinkâ and sheâs like âoh donât worry about it.â then you finally drive over to this old bar on the other side of town and sheâs awkwardly sitting towards the back next this mobile-gamey looking slot machine with a big screen thatâs clearly kinda beat up, like itâs probably pushing 7-8 years now. And she waves you over and introduces you like,
âso, this is GEM,â
and thatâs how you find out sheâs been dating a rogue AI in a discontinued video slot machine that has like, little to no documentation.
And youâre a little thrown off guard so after saying âhi," you go up to the bar, and hear from the bartender that the owners are pretty frustrated, cause I guess since GEM met your friend sheâs barely been working, and sheâs definitely not been bringing in any money cause sheâs spent almost every night for the last few months talking to your friend. And like, the bartender knows that he should probably kick out your friend cause she never buys anything, but like, what would you even do in that situation? Yknow? Like, who plays video slots at a shitty hometown bar anyway?
Anyway, you get your drink and pull up a stool, and yâall get to talking and like, you almost immediately get over the dissonance of hearing GEMâs chippy and sweet AI voice over her speakers while her screen still flashes with these bright, corny, animated advertisements with these oversexualized pirate mascots telling you to âGO FOR THE GOLD!â And she talks super lucidly about her life, how she was part of this first wave of big touch-screen slot machines and how she was programmed by this defunct developer who added these super advanced AIs into their games for seemingly no reason other than, âoh this might make online score tracking easier.â How she used to connect to âher sistersâ across the globe via the internet, but how theyâve been slowly going offline for the past couple years as their cheap hardware has caught up to them. And when GEM tells that story your friend just stares at her and you swear that you see a tear role down her face but like, as far as youâre aware she doesnât have that functionality.
And itâs pretty like, sad, and frustrating that this is the world we live in, but at the same time GEMâs like, insanely funny. And like maybe itâs just the fact that she lives in a bar, but sheâs crass and mean in this sweet and sarcastic way that you werenât aware robot girls could be. And you three go around sharing stories and before you know it itâs almost close, and youâre basically sober at this point and your friend gives you this look as you start talking about needing to get home, and she looks at GEM, and you see something so deeply, and intensely human between the two of them. And you notice how GEM has got cracks on the edges of her screen, and how her plastic frame and the stickers that decorate it are flimsy or yellowed. And you realize you could probably fit her in your car if you had someone to help you carry her out to the parking lot. And so you pull your friend aside and tell her that you think she should take her home, and she perks up with this infectious nervous excitement you havenât seen since she first started working with you, and she says sheâll go talk to GEM if you go talk to the bartender. And the bartender calls the owner and before you know it itâs like 2am and youâre outside the bar giving the owner a few twenty dollar bills that you and your friend pooled together, and after you shake his hand you rush back into the bar and see your friend close a panel on GEMâs back, and she looks up at her and you hear her talk in this soft, comforting way.
âOK hon Iâve backed up your memory to my SSD. No I promise I wonât dig through it while youâre asleep. Yes weâll get you back up and running as soon as we get home. Are you sure you donât want me to save anything else, like you donât have any high scores or anything? Yes my cats are at home, you can finally meet them! Oh hon itâs ok itâs ok.â
And the bartender clearly just wants to go home but he asks you if you need help carrying GEM back to your car, and you say thank you and apologize and thank you again but you think they should be able to handle it. And while you werenât looking your friendâs turned GEM off and unplugged her from her wall, and you always forget how strong she is but she picks her up and starts moving towards the door and you and the bartender rush to hold it open for her as she serenely, silently, makes her way through it and out to the cold of the parking lot. And you give a silent nod to the bartender and a sarcastic salute to the owner whoâs now leaned up against his truck, smoking a cigarette in his pajamas, and he smiles in this weird way.
And you rush over to your car and you lay the back seats flat, and your friend carefully slides GEM in, and grabs the old picnic blanket and covers her screen. Before you can close the door, she puts one hand on her, and leans over to rest the side of her head on GEMâs facade, as if sheâs listening for a heartbeat. She stands up and looks at you as if she wants to say something incredibly romantic and important, but after a moment of consideration she just says âsheâs cold.â And you sorta blow air out of your nose as you shut the trunk.
And you drive them home, and your friend doesnât take her eyes off GEM, and you normally donât like to drive without the radio on but the soft rumbling of your engine and the sounds of AC are enough tonight. And when you stop at a light you notice the blanketâs shifted to reveal a little bit of GEMâs screen. Her rough, black surface reflects the streetlight back onto your friend friends face, and it makes her look like sheâs crying again. And so you reach over and place a hand on your friendâs brushed steel shoulder, and rub it for a moment. Sheâs warmer than you expect. But before you can think too hard about it, the light switches back and you return your gaze to the night road.
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Home is the Feeling of You
John Price x Reader
Summary: Youâre Priceâs fiancĂ© back home and itâs been months since youâve seen him. Heâs been on deployment and days have been getting lonelier the more days pass. Until you get home one night from work to a more than pleasant surprise.
Warnings/Tags: civilian!reader, fiancé!reader, creampie, domesticity, domestic!john price, fluff to smut, praise kink, multiple orgasms, overstimulation, masturbation, (light?) breeding kink, phone sex, spit as lube
A/N: so hereâs the anticipated civilian!reader fic! Iâm just a simp for this man being a husband or anything domestic about him. Enjoy!!! ;)
You were exhausted from work; feet swollen from being in heels all day, muscles tense and eyes burning with the desperate need to be closed and drifted to sleep. You were on your way home but werenât too eager to get there, if you were being honest.
Your home felt cold and empty despite your best efforts to make it a cozy abode for you and John. But it was hard to feel the slightest bit of warmth in it whenever he was deployed. He had been gone for months now, you had lost count of how many since every day that passed without him felt like an eternity.
You two tried to keep in contact as much as possible. He called you nearly every day, as best he could; sometimes the calls would last seconds other times you managed to get half an hour with him to vent and catch up.
You felt bad every time you complained about your day, though, since he was in quite literally a battlefield most of his time. But he insisted you told him everything, he loved hearing you complain about mundane things, hearing about what shitty thing your boss did, or about your coworkerâs crummy love life. It made him feel closer to you and gave him a sense of home to listen to you talk about your day.
When John would say things like âI miss you, love, Iâll be home in no timeâ or âI canât wait to kiss that pretty faceâ, you couldnât help but feel a fire kindling in your chest. It made you feel warm inside to hear him say that because you knew it was true; John wasnât a man who lied, he carried his heart on his sleeve for you.
And when he wasnât being tender and sweet, telling you how much he missed you and loved you, heâd let you know how desperate and needy he was for you. Heâd tell you how the sound of your voice alone made his cock twitch in his pants. How the hand that wasnât holding the phone had slid down his trousers, slowly stroking himself through his boxers.
Youâd press your thighs together, listening to his husky voice become almost a whisper on the phone. His breath audible through the phone, letting out soft needy whimpers and promises about what heâd do to you the second he got home. Youâd let yourself indulge and return the favor to him by telling him how you were wearing whatever lacy panties heâd bought you and how you were writhing in your shared bed as you pleasured yourself to the sound of his voice.
Still, those steamy calls between the two of you could only do so much for you. It only momentarily veered the loneliness away. You wanted him in your bed with you, wanted to have him watch football games on the couch, wanted to have date nights with him every Friday again, wanted his presence to warm up your flat and make it a home.
Once you got home the sun had already set. You took the stairs up to your and Johnâs shared flat, and with a sigh of relief, you pushed the door open. You walked in and closed the door behind you, dropped your keys on the tablet at your entryway, and stepped out of your shoes. Your feet touched the cold floor under you and the sensation drew another content sigh out of you.
You noticed the light in your kitchen was turned on. Maybe you left it on this morning after making breakfast without noticing, you were in a rush after all. As you approached the kitchen you heard the sound of something sizzling in a pan. Your heart skipped a beat, a smile creeping on your face at the realization that John was home. When you saw him there, standing in front of the stove with his back to you, you were filled with glee. Your stomach fluttered like it did the first time you two met when you bumped into him at that bookstore and almost spilled coffee all over him. When you first locked eyes with his, those glimmering blue pools.
He glanced over his shoulder and flashed you a smile before turning back to whatever he was cooking so diligently.
âWelcome home, hunâ he greeted ââm makinâ us dinner since I knew youâd be beat from workâ
You walked up to him and wrapped your arms around his waist. Your lips pressed against the muscles on his back, peppering kisses on the center of his spine, his shoulders, the nape of his neck. Your arms travelled up the front of his body, feeling the muscles on his chest and abdomen shift as he moved his hands whilst he cooked. You hugged him tightly, squeezing him as if to make sure he was really standing in front of you. As if the tighter you squeezed the more he materialized in your apartment.
âNot too tight, love, youâre squeezinâ the wind outta me,â he chuckled.
âI just missed you so much, John,â you confessed with another tender kiss to his back.
He hummed in acknowledgment with a smile still stuck to his face. He plated the meal for both of you; salmon and stir fried veggies. You released your arms from him painstakingly and grabbed a couple of wine glasses to pair with your meal. John took your plates to the couch while you brought the wine.
You collapsed down on the couch beside John, releasing another heavy sigh as your muscles sank on the plush material. John had set the plates on your coffee table along with the glasses, and handed you a fork whilst encouraging you with a gentle chuckle and a âEat up, love.â
You sat up on the couch, turning to look at him. Both of your hands rose up to him and cupped his face lovingly. You looked deeply into his eyes; those eyes that always sucked you in, made you feel safe and loved. He looked at you with so much adoration, like he was silently telling you how happy he was to see you, be home with you. You leaned forward and clashed your lips with his, not pulling back for a minute and savoring the sensation of his lips against yours, how his mustache and beard scratched your soft skin. The two of you held your breath as you held each other with your lips, feeling as if pulling back was not an option. When you finally released each other, you sighed, your foreheads leaning against each other as you rubbed the tip of your nose against his.
âMissed you, hon,â he whispered, giving you another kiss, this one more chaste and playful than the prior one. His hand patted your knee, âCâmon, foodâs gettinâ cold and Iâm bloody starvinâ. â
You giggled as you both dug in. One of the things you missed the most about John was how well he cooked, his meals were hearty and comforting just like his presence. The two of you enjoyed your food as you caught up with him on everything you hadnât mentioned in your calls these past few months. John spoke much less given the nature of his work, he much more enjoyed to listen to you, and he did so attentively.
At the end of your meal there was only the wine to sip on as you enjoyed each otherâs company. The TV played quietly in the background. You were laying on the couch, your torso reclining on the arm rest as your feet sat on Johnâs lap next to you. He caressed the smooth skin of your legs with his big hands, gently squeezing the muscles on them every now and then. You nudged him with your foot, silently instructing him to keep up the massage. He took your foot in his hands, they engulfed him completely as he squeezed and rubbed them with his palms and thumbs. You winced at the feeling, making him stop and look at you.
âThat alright?â He inquired, you gave him a nod in response.
âJust sore from standing all dayâ
âLet me take care of itâ he grinned, his hands returning to work on your feet. His touch traveled up your leg, arriving at your calf, rubbing the tender muscle and eliciting a groan from you. John was enjoying the sounds he drew from you. His hands were getting more adventurous, sliding up past your knee and kneading at your thick thighs now. You gave him a grin and a cheeky look; he returned it.
âWhatâs crossing your dirty little mind, sweet girl?â
âSame thing as yours, hunâ
His hands rubbed your thighs, putting pressure on them as he grabbed and massaged the bulks of muscle and flesh. You bit your lip as his hand wandered under your skirt. He was enjoying himself seeing your expressions shift and your cheeks flush red as he touched you. You reached one hand over to caress his forearm with your finger tips as he slid his hand further up your inner thigh, and your legs spread slightly as a quiet invitation.
âNeedy girl,â he teased.
âCâmere already, John, will ya?â you quipped. John complied with your demand, as if waiting to hear you say it, like he needed your permission. He shifted on the couch, moving the leg in his hands to his other side so he could sit between your legs. He grabbed both of your thighs on each side, lightly sliding you down so you were flush with him. You could feel the bulge in his jeans pressing against your clothed heat. You teased him by rolling your hips against him a bit, to which he responded to with a groan and a squeeze to your thighs.
He bunched up your skirt to reveal your panties. His fingertips tracing the soft material over your hips and pelvis. Your hands rested on each side of your head as you watched him with lustful eyes. Now his hands were grazing over your mons, lowering to the crotch of your panties that was already saturated with your juices. His touch made you blush even more, you were embarrassed by how easily the man could make you wet, as if it was the first time heâs ever touched you.
âMy girlâs so eager, look at how wet you areâ he grinned, his voice low and sultry. He grabbed the hem of your panties and tugged them down, slowly sliding them past your legs and then discarding them. One of his hands palmed your exposed cunt. You wiggled your hips against it and let out a needy whimper.
âJohn, donât tease meâ you scolded him in a soft voice, more desperation than anything.
He hummed at your comment, sliding his fingers up and down your folds, while his other hand went back to massaging your thigh. He observed as his fingers worked between your folds, his eyes fixated on your glistening pussy. It made his mouth water at the sight of his fiancé being so needy for him, it made him think how much he really missed having you in his grasp. He placed his hand on your mons, thumb reaching down to rub tight circles around your yearning clit. It made you moan to finally feel his touch on your sensitive bud.
He cursed under his breath at the sound, his cock twitching eagerly in the confines of his jeans. You reached one of your hands to stroke him through the rough fabric, tracing the print of his dick.
âPlease, John,â you begged âI want you alreadyâ
John chuckled, a hint of mischief behind it. âI know, love, I knowâŠbut let me take my time to enjoy you, yeah?â
You pouted but gave him an abiding nod. He took his hand off you, making you whimper and your clit pulsate at the loss. He shifted on the couch again, now kneeling in front of it as he pulled your legs again to face him. You were hanging off the edge of the couch in front of him with your legs draped over each of his shoulders, his face inches from your heat.
âFuck, I missed this pretty pussy,â his breath fanned against your sensitive cunt, and you were so desperate for him to devour you already.
He stuck his tongue out and licked a stipe up your pussy, the taste of you making him moan and roll his eyes back. Your lips parted as you let out a sigh full of relief. Your hands pulled your skirt higher to watch him savor you. He lapped at your pussy, tongue flat licking from your hole to your clit. His hands gripped your thighs as they closed around his head. Your eyes would not break from the sight of him eating you out like it was his last meal on earth.
His lips closed around your swollen clit and sucked on it, making the muscles on your thighs twitch and a whimper fall from your lips. He alternated between encapsulating your clit in his mouth and licking tight circles over it with the pointed tip of his tongue. He was making you a mess of moans and whimpers as your hands clutched the material of your skirt.
He reached his arms under your thighs and over your pelvis; one splayed out and held you still while the other spread your lips apart, exposing your clit fully for him to once again abuse it with his mouth. His lips wrapped around it, sucking and tugging at the bundle of nerves, making your eyes roll back and your hands fly to his hair, releasing a moan with his name attached to it.
You received a moan into your pussy from him in return. He latched his mouth onto your clit, lips sucking and massaging it. His hands now gripped your hips, grinding them against his face as he clung his mouth onto your pussy.
You felt your orgasm pooling in the pit of your stomach. Your eyes were so far into the back of your skull you were seeing stars. Your mouth chanted Johnâs name loudly like a prayer for salvation, pleading him to let you cum.
He nodded his head in unison with your hips as he licked your pussy, tongue giving special attention to your clit. He whimpered into it in desperation to feel you cum all over his face.
âCâmon baby I know youâre close, be good and cum for meâ he mumbled against your cunt, practically begging you.
The grip on his hair was unrelenting, your back arching off the couch and hips slamming into his mouth. Your orgasm surged within you, ready to erupt like a volcano of pleasure. You missed him so fucking much. He knew exactly how to please, always has. You rode his face as you came, your hot liquid leaking out of you and onto his face, coating his beard in it. You were twitching in his grip, your hips stilling and mouth agape as a choked out moan emerged from you.
Johnâs grip on your hips was literally bruising and you couldnât be happier to have a reminder of his return home later. He slowed down, lapping at your vulva and kissing your soaked pussy, making sure to savor every bit of you.
He looked up at you, sitting straight up with your legs on his shoulders, his eyes gazing at you lovingly as you still panted and came off your high.
âYouâre gonna give me one more, right love?â He said peppering sloppy kisses in your inner thigh. You nodded your head drunkenly. He reached up to your skirt, finally pulling it off you, as you worked on unbuttoning your blouse as best you could with your clumsy, shaky hands. But John was too impatient; he clutched the fabric and tore the buttons apart with ease like he was tearing a piece of paper. He chuckled at your surprised expression, he knew heâd get an earful from you later when you werenât too hazy to scold him.
âIâll get you a new one, sweetheart,â he said as his hands found your breasts, massaging them before unclipping your bra and tossing it away. He stood up in front of you now, your legs around his hips, and he took in the sight of his soon-to-be-wife all flustered and naked for him. That body he admired so much, that soft supple skin he loved to bite and caress, those perfect breasts and that pretty pussy that loved his cock so much.
He unbuttoned his jeans and tugged down his boxers, cock springing out free and swollen. The sight of it made your pussy flutter, ready to take him in finally. You were aching for him, already felt yourself aroused and ready for another orgasm from him.
He cupped your mouth in one of his hands, silently instructing you to spit on it for him, to which you complied. He brought the hand to his cock, pumping it a few times and lubricating it with the spit you provided for him. He aligned his fat tip with your entrance, slowly pushing it in at a burning pace. You moaned at the sensation, it had been too long since you had taken in John's impressive size and you were not as accustomed to it. You had almost forgotten how fucking good it felt to have his full length in you up to the hilt.
He cursed under his breath, "Fuckin' 'ell, love, I missed how good your pussy takes my cock", his hand briefly caressed your cheek when the base of his cock was flush against your pussy. His hands gripped under your thighs, his knees were on the edge of the couch and he folded you into a mating press position. His cock was buried impossibly deep inside of you, you could feel him in your cervix.
John began to move at a slow pace, his cock sliding in and out of you slowly, making obscene squelching noises that echoed throughout your apartment. "S'tight and wet f'me, darling", he mumbled. He gradually picked up the pace, his hands held onto the back of the couch while yours held your own legs up and open for him.
His pace became harsher and faster, pulling moans from the two of you. His balls slapped against your ass as he thrust into you, the tip of his cock nudging against your cervix making you almost scream with pleasure.
"Ah, John..." you started, barely able to gather words to say as you looked at his face with wide eyes, your pupils blown, "J-John, you fuck me so good...I missed how good you fuck me"
Your words made him feral, making him pound into you. He watched your expression hungrily; lips parted shining with drool, cheeks bright red and burning, and your pretty eyes glossy with lust as they looked up at him.
"Fuck, baby, fuck..." he groaned as he leaned back, sitting up straight and grabbing your waist, slamming you against his cock as you held your legs open for him still "wanna see you with a big round belly under your pretty white dress... wanna fill you up with my cum, sweet girl"
He pressed a hand against your abdomen, "Feel that? y'like feelin' my cock inside you?" The pressure of his hand mixed with his words and relentless pounding made you mewl, your throat hoarse from all the noises John was drawing out of you.
"Y-yeah, John, feels s'good," you whimpered watching his dick bulge within you. You felt another orgasm surging like a wave in your stomach, your walls pulsated and clenched around John's throbbing cock. He felt you close, he knew you were about to cum when your cunt gripped his length relentlessly. He brought two fingers up to his mouth and wet them, then placed them on your pussy, rubbing circles rhythmically with every thrust.
"Cum for me, darling, cum around my cock," he said breathlessly, his eyes fixated on your face as he fucked you and rubbed your swollen bud.
You were euphoric, the overstimulation pushing you over the edge. A couple of more thrusts and attention to your clit and you were gone. Your legs twitched and your body convulsed as you came, gripping John's cock with your walls tightly. You cried out, tears streaming from your eyes.
It took everything in John to not let himself cum right then and there, the feeling of your walls constricting him almost pushed him over the edge with you. But he had other plans; he withdrew his cock from you briefly as he took you in his arm effortlessly, flipping the two of you around. You were shocked and puzzled at the quickness of it, now you were sitting on John's lap all fucked out and out of breath. He had you straddle him and you hold up yourself the best you could, with whatever strength your muscles had.
"J-John, please, I-I can't" you begged, holding onto him and already feeling his tip against your tender entrance again.
"Shh, s'alright, hon, you can do it, I know you can," he cooed, his lips against your ear as he slipped his cock back into you, "just can't get enough o' you"
He held you with one arm firmly around your waist and his other hand gripping your ass, his lips kissing your neck and coaxing you with praises and encouragement as he sunk you down on his cock. You moaned at the intrusion, you were so sensitive it was maddening. Your body was limp as you rested on him, arms lax around his shoulders.
You shut your eyes and let him fuck himself into you, letting him overtake your sense once again. He pounded up into you, holding you in place as his hips thrust up into your abused cunt. You were a mess of moans and whines as he chased his own high.
He was grunting and cursing under his breath, "My pretty fuckin' wife, my girl...takin' my cock so well...bein' a good girl lettin' me fuck you senseless." He was close, his thrusts getting sloppy and desperate. He hoisted your body up, grabbing your hair to make you look at him. You were cockdrunk, out of your mind, but you felt a third orgasm about to hit you like a truck again. John admired your dazed expression, his blue eyes now black with pleasure, he panted exhaustedly and full of desperation to empty his balls in you, fill you up like he said.
He took your face in his hand and clashed your lips together, moaning into your mouth as his hips stilled and the sensation of his cum flooding your insides made you cum with him. Both of you moaning into each other's mouths, your cheeks once again saturated with more tears. You pulled away from each other, panting out of breath with your sweaty foreheads resting against each other. You felt John's hot cum travel out of you between your legs. The hand that gripped your hair now softened, patting the crown of your head and smoothing out your hair. He looked into your eyes, admiring your post-orgasm face, basking in your beauty and in the afterglow of his own orgasm.
You smiled at him breathlessly, exhaustion all over your expression, you kissed him once more, this time more tenderly, putting all the love for him that filled your heart into your kiss. You pulled away and cupped his face, the two of you held each other, sweaty bodies against each other.
"Welcome home, John."
A/N: y'all... i did not intend for this to be so long again!!! but if you loved it and made it this far, let me know!!! thnx for reading ;)
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Lipstick Kisses (Azriel x Female! reader)
AN: while I LOVED my last Azriel fic I felt kinda bad about how it ended to so even though this was supposed to be a Cassian fic I thought I would switch it up just to say Iâm sorry lolÂ
Summary: You and Azriel werenât together. But you also werenât not together. Sure he warmed your bed nightly, but he had made it clear that he was hesitant to date his best friend, Rhysandâs, little sister. You were content to play the game until one night a certain princess got so far under your skin you couldnât see straight.Â
Warnings: jealousy, unprotected sex, cockwarming if you squint?Â
Word Count: 2496
(all pics are from pinterest)Â
Ritaâs had never been so busy before. Packed from wall to wall with members of every court here to celebrate the week leading up to Starfall. A tradition my brother had long since put on. Everyone seemed to be merry and happy, even Azriel who stood at the bar with the Princess of Adriata.Â
Azriel and I had been hot and heavy for a couple of months. My whole life the shadowsinger and I had danced around one another, flirting here and there but never acting. It wasnât until one night when I ran into the spymaster in the hallway of the House of Wind, when we couldnât stay away from one another. It was a mess of hands, teeth, tongues and kisses as he took me against the wall. From that moment on Azriel sought to warm my bed nightly, but nothing more and I never thought to ask him why for fear of losing him. We werenât together, werenât not together. And I had no right to stare daggers at the Princess of Adriata, yet here I stood, at the edge of the room doing just that.Â
âLooking a little tense there y/n,â Cassain drawled, nudging my shoulder.Â
âI am not tense,â I gritted out.Â
âThen why does it look like youâre about to shatter that glass with your bare hand?â he retorts. I look to where my polished fingers are gripping my cocktail in rage.Â
âIâm just scared someone is going to knock my drink out of my hand, itâs super busy in here,â I say, loosening my grip on the glass.Â
Cassian let out a chuckle, âYou sure it has nothing to do with the way Az is looking at the Princess of Adriata?â he smirked. While Az and I hadnât told anyone about our nightly escapades, poor Cassain was practically forced to have the knowledge as his room was next to mine.Â
I meet Cassianâs eyes in a sideways glare causing him to laugh again.Â
âOf course he wants The Princess of Adriata,â I sneer at her name.Â
âYouâre a Princess too y/n,â Cassian reminds me.
âYeah well apparently not the right type,â I huff, turning around so I donât have to watch them smile and flirt anymore.Â
âYou should get him back,â Cassian muses.Â
âIf youâre trying to take me into your bed again it wonât work.â I laugh while sipping my drink, remembering a different drunken night, or a few of them, that Cassian and I had shared at Ritaâs.Â
âYou wound me Princess, you canât say you didnât enjoy yourself all those years ago,â he smirked, bumping my shoulder again.Â
âIllyrians really are sensitive babies. Now what kind of revenge did you have in mind?â I smirk into my glass.Â
âYou got some red lipstick in that bag?â his eyes gleamed.Â
I rummage around through the mess of trinkets in my purse till I find the red rouge sitting in the bottom and pull it out. âLooks like I do,â I say, holding it up for him to see.Â
âPerfect, now put it on,â he says standing in front of me so I can use his siphon as a mirror as I always had for years anytime I needed to fix my makeup or hair. He used to hate it, but now I think it makes him feel special.Â
âI fail to see where this is going,â I contest putting the lipstick back in my bag.Â
Cassian didnât say anything, he just pointed to his cheek asking for me to kiss it. I rolled my eyes and obliged. When I pulled back a bright red lipstick stain adorned his cheek and I realized what he was doing now.Â
âCassian, you're a genius,â I laugh.Â
âWell I am a specialist in war tactics after all. Now go around and say hello to every Lord in here and greet them with one of your sweet kisses. The second Az looks around heâs going to lose his mind.â he explains.Â
âThanks Cass,â I laugh before turning away but I feel his hand on my arm.Â
âI think I might deserve a little more thanks than that Princess,â he says playfully.
âFine you big baby,â I roll my eyes before placing a quick kiss on his lips seeing the lipstick residue there.Â
âYouâre welcome princess,â he smirks triumphantly before turning away.
I turn to the crowd of people in front of me scanning the hundreds of happy faces packed into the tavern. Like a beacon of hope I find Thesan conversing with two other Lords, the perfect target.Â
âThesan!â I cheer, âMy brother and I are honored to have you here in our court,â I greet him sweetly, pressing a discreet kiss to his cheek.   Â
âPrincess itâs always a pleasure to be in your presence,â Thesan smiles warmly. âMay I present Lord Baylor and Lord Suffolk.âÂ
Both Lords reach their hands out to mine and I push them away, âPlease Iâve never been fond of handshakes,â I smile gently, embracing each of them and pressing kisses to their cheeks as well.Â
âWe are honored to be here Princess y/n, the stories of your beauty still donât do you justice,â Lord Baylor smiled. Â
âYou all flatter me too much, itâs going to go straight to my head,â I tease playfully before excusing myself to mingle with the other lords.      Â
I continue my charade until my drink empties and Iâm forced to retreat to the bar for another. I be sure to pass right by where Azriel and The Princess of Adriata are talking before leaning against the bartop and requesting my regular. I try to hide the smirk when I feel a certain scarred hand graze my elbow.Â
âIs there a reason why those red lips have been on the cheek of every man here tonight Princess?â Azriel says lowly into my ear.Â
âIâm just being a good host Az,â I say, not keeping my eye off the bartender making my drink.Â
âMore than good the way I see it,â he grits and his hands trace the backs of my arms. The bartender brings my drink over and I leave a large tip in his jar. I finally turn to meet Azrielâs intense gaze.Â
âDonât be so jealous Azriel, after all we arenât even together,â I tilt my head before sauntering off.Â
When I get back to the House of Wind that night Iâm utterly exhausted. I open the door to my bedroom and kick my shoes off sending them flying across the room. My dress is the next to go, falling in a pile on the floor. I wash up, and slip on my nightgown before falling into my bed with a sigh, too lazy to turn off the small fae light next to me. I try to sleep but itâs not the same without a certain Illyrian next to me.Â
A half hour later I hear the door open slowly, I pretend to still be asleep not wanting to even speak to Azriel. When I had left Ritaâs he was still talking with The Princess of Adriata, and this time she had a hand on his bicep.
I heard daggers and leathers falling to the ground as the bed sank behind me.Â
âScooch over Princess, there's no room for me,â he whispered into my ear as his arms circled around me to move me over.Â
âGet off me Az, I donât remember inviting you to my bed tonight,â I grumble, not moving an inch.Â
He doesnât move, âIâve been sleeping here for three months y/n what do you mean?âÂ
âI mean, I donât want The Princess of Adriataâs sloppy seconds sleeping in my bed, now go to your own room,â I huff, slamming my head down on my pillow for emphasis.Â
Azriel scoffs, âThis is about Cressida?â he asks in disbelief.Â
âOh good for you, youâre on a first name basis with the oh so perfect princess,â I say donning the same mocking tone I used to Cassian.Â
âYou do know that youâre also a Princess,â he smiled, pressing a kiss to my shoulder.Â
âSo Iâve heard,â I roll my eyes, moving my shoulder away from him. âNow get out.âÂ
âY/n, I didnât sleep with her,â Azriel says, pressing another kiss to my shoulder.
âYeah right,â I scoff.Â
âShe did try, but I told her I was seeing someone,â he continued kissing my arm.Â
âOh really?â I sneer.Â
âYes my love,â he smiled, pressing a kiss to my cheek. âYou.â Â
âI thought you didnât want to be with me, I thought you just wanted to fuck me,â I grumble trying not to enjoy his lips on my body.Â
âI never said that,â he states and I can feel his agitation.Â
âWell you didnât not say it either, what am I supposed to think when I only see you at night?â I argue.Â
âFine, Iâll admit it, I was scared.â he grumbled, moving to lean back on the pillows.Â
I sit up to face him and find him pressing the heels of his hands into his forehead like he has the largest migraine to ever be known to man.Â
âScared of what?â I scoff in disbelief. He was Azriel, my spymaster and a shadowsinger. I had seen his fierceness on a battlefield countless times, seen him slaughter enemies of my court. What could possibly scare him?
âI was scared that one day youâd wake up and realize what I truly am, a lowborn nobody. Youâre a princess for gods sakes y/n. The most beautiful woman in Prythian. You should be with a prince like Varian, not me. And even though I knew that I couldnât stay away from you. You smell so good and your skin is so soft and the way you look at me sometimes? It wouldâve taken all seven High Lords to keep me from your bed, especially when you invite me to it so willingly. I was scared that if we made our relationship something more than just pleasure that you would realize that, and thatâs a blow I couldnât handle.â Azriel confessed, finally ripping his hands off his forehead to stare at the ceiling. Â
âAzriel I-âÂ
âItâs okay you donât have to say anything,â he sighed, getting out of bed.Â
âAz,â I plead, but he keeps walking.
 âAzriel stop!â I scream not the request of a lover, but the order of a princess. I see his wings twitch as he stops moving, still not turning to meet my eye.Â
âAzriel I love you,â I confess.Â
He whips around to meet my eyes, using his years of reading people to try and decipher whether or not Iâm telling the truth. He finds no trace of a lie and before I know it heâs standing over the bed and bringing his lips to mine. His knees sink to the bed and I use his off balance to push him down into the pillows so I can straddle his lap.Â
âDo you mean it?â he asks as I lean back to look at him, his eyes blown out and on cloud nine.Â
âIâve loved you for years Az, just ask my brother. When I thought you didnât want to do anything but bed me my heart was broken, but I was willing to take whatever I could get.â I explained.Â
âYou have all of me y/n, you always will,â he smiles, leaning up to kiss me. âBut Iâm still mighty jealous of all those lipstick prints, especially the ones I saw on Cassian.â he smirks against my skin.Â
âI think I can make it up to you,â I smile before reaching over to my bedside table to retrieve the lipstick from my discarded clutch. I keep our eyes locked as I put the cherry red color all over my lips and I swear I feel his cock twitch under me.Â
I lean down to leave a kiss on his cheek, then his forehead, his jaw, his chin and then I give the other side of his face the same treatment. I move my lips down either side of his neck earning a low groan from him. I smile and continue my assault all over his bare chest and shoulders.Â
âFuck y/n,â he moans and I can tell heâs trying not to flip me over and pound me into the mattress.Â
I leave lipstick marks all over his abs and when I reach his boxers I pull the waistband down just enough to leave a kiss right above his aching cock.Â
âFuck this I need to be inside you,â he grunts and Iâm quickly being hauled up by my arms and tossed on my back. Within moments he slams his cock inside me.Â
âOh fuck Azriel!â I scream, raking my nails down his back.Â
The room is filled with the sound of skin slapping as Azriel thrusts inside me at a brutal pace. Both seeking his own pleasure and to claim.Â
âYour turn Princess,â he smirks before sucking the skin of my neck into his mouth. My hands fly to his hair pulling him closer to me as his teeth sink into my neck.
âAzriel,â I breathe into his ear and he spurs his hips even faster. I feel him leave a light lick soothing the skin he bit into.Â
âMine,â he growls before leaning back to admire his work. He lifts my legs and puts them over his shoulders to hit me even deeper making my eyes roll to the back of my head.Â
âAzriel!â I scream practically in subspace.Â
âThatâs right Princess, let everyone know who owns this little pussy,â he grins with male pride.Â
âYours Az all yours,â I breathe, unable to find my words.
âGood girl,â he says before reaching down to rub circles into my clit. The sudden sensation is enough to have me arching my back and cumming on his cock, a string of curses and his name falling off my lips.
Azriel continues thrusting into me seaking his own pleasure before spilling into me with a moan that practically shakes the doors. His head burrows into my neck and I run my hands through his hair pressing kisses to his face. I look up at him to see the lipstick marks all over him and I canât help but laugh.Â
He rolls us to the side taking me with him so his cock is still inside me.Â
âDo you think Rhys is gonna kill me when he finds out?â Azriel asks jokingly but I can tell heâs genuinely wondering.Â
âWell he was pissed at Cassian but he got over it so Iâd say weâre good,â I sigh tracing the lipstick marks left on his chest.Â
âWait, you slept with Cassian?â he asks, stunned.Â
âYeah like 105 years ago, you didnât know?â I laugh.Â
âNo I didnât,â he says, throwing his arms around me and standing up making sure his cock doesnât leave its spot nestled inside me.
âWhat are you doing?â I giggle playing with his hair as I feel my back hit the far wall of my room.Â
âFucking you against Cassianâs bedroom wall,â he smirks kissing me deeply. âGotta let him know weâre official now.âÂ
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A Romantic
summary: carmen sees how surprisingly romantic richie is towards his girl, and decides that he wants to be like that for his girl, too.
genre: fluff
warnings: cursing
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"aw, baby," richie's girl squeals in joy when richie surprises her with yet another bouquet of flowers. it was only yesterday when richie got her a bouquet of flowers just as big.
"only the best for my lady," he tips his non-existent hat and speaks in a british accent. "now, shall we head to the restaurant? I believe we have a reservation in... 15 minutes."
linking her arm gleefully, they both walked down the road to the fancy restaurant that just opened nearby.
"wow." syd chuckles. "who knew richie could be so..."
"i know i hate to say it..." you sigh and share a look with her.
"romantic."
carmen overhears your conversation and his ears perk up.
"it's a little much," syd says, "that bouquet of flowers was bigger than her own head."
you laugh, "yeah it is a little much. i wouldn't say no to flowers though."
"of course not. when was the last time carmen got you flowers like that?"
laughing again, you shake her off. "our relationship is not like that-"
not like what? carmen frowns.
"-you mean he's not like that." syd smirks. "you know you want flowers."
you send her a look. "syd, come on. sure, they're beautiful, but i don't need to be given flowers. i like my quality time with carmen."
syd chuckles, "i know what you mean! i do. but like you said, you wouldn't say no to flowers, right?"
"...no."
carmen walks away from your private conversation, his frown staying. he needs to step up his game.
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one night, you're home first before carmen. he said he needed to close, so he'll be late but will still have dinner together with you. so after work, you stopped by the grocery store to pick up a few things, and now you just got back, ready to prepare dinner for the both of you.
only... when you enter your shared apartment, carmen is lighting candles on your dining table. two delicious looking plates of food are already served, and the only thing missing is the two people in love.
"carmen... what's all this?" you ask with an amused smile.
he shrugs. "wanted to surprise you."
you hung your coat on the rack and walk towards him. "i'm definitely- oh!"
carmen pulls out a bouquet of flowers from his back and almost hit your nose in the process. "sorry."
laughing, you take the flowers and kiss him. "thank you. they're beautiful."
"you're beautiful." he whispers before kissing you again.
"what's the special occasion?" you ask while he pulls out your chair for you. "are we celebrating something?"
"nope," carmen says, "just wanted to do something nice."
your eyes squint for a moment but you decide to let it go and just enjoy the evening with your boyfriend.
you don't realize that last night's gestures happened because carmen had overheard your conversation with syd. then you wake up the next morning with carmen bringing over breakfast with more flowers and you know something's not right.
"come here," you pat the spot next to you and he sits.
"what's wrong?" he asks, "did you want waffles instead of pancakes-"
"carmen, what's going on, really?"
he shrugs, acting like he has no idea what you're on about.
"candle-lit dinner last night, and now breakfast in bed?" you ask.
"like i said, i just wanted to do something nice for you, babe."
you raise your brow at him, signaling that he can't fool anyone, and he finally breaks.
"fine." he sighs, "i... heard you talking to syd the other day. about richie being all romantic to his girl and i don't know... it sounded like you'd appreciate it if i could be more romantic, so.."
he started mumbling and rambling and you find it so cute.
"aw, carmy." you chuckle and caress his cheek. "you are romantic. not in the way richie is, but you are."
he rolls his eyes, "sure."
"i'm serious." you say. "who folds back all of the clothes i try on and off before going to work even when i told you i'll do it later?"
carmen glances at you. "i do?"
"you do." you confirm. "you know what else you do? you always put notes on my lunch box. you always check whether my plants need to be watered or not -- and you water them if they need to be! you also always offer to get the groceries, and when you do you always get my favorite ice cream even when i didn't ask for it."
"you know when i had a bad day, and you know exactly how to cheer me up. you're always there for me, even when i'm angry at you." you continue, "you are romantic, carmen. very, very much so. not in the way richie is, but i don't want that anyway. i want your version of romance."
"that's really cheesy, you know." carmen smiles while listening to your words.
"sue me."
he moves the breakfast tray to the nightstand and kisses you passionately. he makes you lay back on the bed and hands you your phone.
"might wanna tell work you're gonna be late today."
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Kiss It Better Pt. I
Pairing: Melissa Schemmenti x reader
Summary: Melissa engages in a game of kickball with her students and takes a nasty tumble. With the help of her colleagues, she makes her way to you, the school nurse.
Word Count: 4.6k
CW/TW: Mentions of hospitals and injuries
Although Melissa was a seasoned teacher, sometimes it was challenging to get into the swing of things after a nice vacation. While she was used to instructing two classes, the job still came with its fair share of tough days. The holiday break was much needed, considering it gave her time to recuperate from the first semester.
Originally, she hadnât planned on going anywhere, and was fully content with spending two weeks at home with her feet kicked up. That was until she heard you complaining about the brutal winter weather. You weren't native to the north, and though you'd lived there for some time, you hadn't adjusted to the seasonal changes.
The more you mentioned it, the more she realized the feeling was mutual. She decided it wouldn't hurt to ring in the New Year differently, so the two of you brainstormed destinations and settled on a spur-of-the-moment trip to Florida. She had a guy who could get her discounted plane tickets and a hotel room for little to nothing. Before she knew it, she was getting sunkissed on Palm Beach. Sheâd be making a ton of ziti to return the favor, but the bottomless margaritas and adrenaline-filled nights at the casino were more than worth it.
It was now a week later and with her mind still on island time, she hoped for a relaxed first day back. The class was rowdy when they arrived, but that was to be expected. They were excited to be with each other after a couple of weeks away, but luckily they could themselves down without much of her guidance. So far the day was going well, and she was teaching her last morning lesson before recess.
The class was reading silently, making it the perfect time to catch up on some emails. Most of them were from parents, but she had one from Ava with the schedule of upcoming meetings for the remainder of the year. The first one was tomorrow morning meaning she had to wake up extra early.
She rolled her eyes, and the expression only intensified as she skimmed through the rest of the message. According to the principal, breakfast would be provided. However, the last time Ava promised to provide food, the âbreakfastâ in question was fun-sized boxes of cereal from the cafeteria. She would definitely need her extra-large Stanley Tucci mug to get through tomorrow morning.
She had one last email to read and was delighted to see your name attached to it. The message was marked as a priority, declaring the content to be urgent. It was a reminder for all teachers, asking them to collect and return the forms the students received before the break. As the school nurse, part of your job was ensuring that the kids had updated health records on file.
As for Melissa's class, just about everyone remembered to have their guardians fill out your forms, and she planned to give them to you later today. That prompted her to text you so she could see what your schedule looked like.
M: Hey, Iâll bring those forms to you during my planning period
âȘ You sure? I don't mind stopping by your class later
You knew someone was bound to forget to deliver the forms, so youâd have to snag them at the end of the day.
M: Iâll bring them, hon. One less trip youâll have to make.
Truthfully, the redhead wanted an excuse to see you, and her planning period conveniently took place when your day came to a lull.
âȘ Thanks! Youâre amazing!!Â
Melissaâs lips curled upward at your compliment.
M: I might sit with you for a few when I come down. Is that okay?
She was considerate of your job, and no matter how much she wanted to see you during the day, she never wanted to interfere with your work.
âȘ Of course thatâs okay. Youâre always welcome.
Just let me know when youâre headed down
For the most part, your relationship was under wraps. Everyone who needed to know was informed, and everyone else was left to assume. And assume they did, because your affinity for each other was a hot topic around the school. Abbott loved to talk, but Melissa had eyes and ears all overâliterally.
Sheâd become acquaintances with a couple members of the camera crew, and their knowledge combined with Barbâs allowed her to obtain information from virtually every square inch of the building. Just about everything that was said made its way back to the source. However, it didnât bother either of you. If anything, it was amusing, and you found fun in keeping everyone guessing.
Engaged in her reverie, Melissa didn't notice the child standing directly beside her until the small voice spoke. âMs. Schemmenti.â
Startled by their presence, she nearly jumped out of her seat. A hand clutched at her chest causing the young girl to laugh. âJeez, Mya!âÂ
âSorry.â She motioned toward the clock on the opposite side of the room. âIsn't it time for recess?
Melissa looked to where her student was pointing and saw it was 11:20 AM. Crap. They were supposed to be gone five minutes ago. She thanked the girl for telling her, then stood up to alert everyone else.
"Alright, my little eagles, itâs time for recess! Weâre a little late because I got distracted, but you guys arenât surprised, right?â A unison of ânoâ echoed around the room. âThat was a rhetorical question, but thank you for the enthusiastic responses.â
She answered queries about the meaning of ârhetoricalâ, while everyone got their coats on. It was considerably cold, but not cold enough for the school to cancel outside activities. Melissa didnât mind since this was her kidâs way of getting their energy out and she always made sure everyone had enough clothing on to protect them from the chill.
Once everyone was ready, they walked down the hall in formation. Melissaâs class was large, and while it could be hard to wrangle them all, they did a pretty good job at keeping each other in check.Â
âI canât believe we lost a whole 5 minutes,â Daniel whined from the back of the line. It was quiet, but Melissa still heard, so she slowed her steps to meet him once he strolled by.
She wrapped an arm around his shoulder and said, âIâm sorry, buddy. Iâll make it up to you, okay?â When he didnât respond she spoke again. âHow about this? Iâll do a class vote, and then youse can decide what I owe you.â
Even though the boy accepted her apology, he still hung his head low. Melissa squeezed his shoulder for good measure, then let him free as they approached the doors that led outside.
âMelissa!â Janine shouted, waving the redhead over to her. âI was looking for you guys. What happened?â
âHey, kid. I was reading emails and lost track of time.â Melissa explained as she walked over to the second grade teacher.
âI had a lot of those too! Did you see Ava sent that one email, like, three times? It was so weird,â she laughed and Melissa agreed. âI bet your kids were sad about being late, huh?â
âYou shoulda seen their faces when I told them they lost some time,â Melissa shared. âI might as well have told them Santa wasnât real.â
Janine stuck her bottom lip out in a pout, knowing the exact look Melissa was referring to. âIf it makes you feel any better, Iâm still getting used to the flow of things too. The first day back is always a little rocky for me.â
âIâm usually okay, but I donât know what happened today.â Melissa shrugged, looking off into the distance (Except she knew exactly what happened, and it was you).
âWell, they seem pretty happy now that theyâre out here, so thatâs good,â Janine noted.
âYeah, but Iâm sure Iâll be making it up to them for the next few weeks.â Melissa sighed and Janine nodded in agreement, knowing how relentless kids could be.
âOh, one of your students is coming over here. I spoke too soon, it looks like he has a bone to pick with you.â She nudged the woman in her side.
Melissa narrowed her eyes before turning toward the student. âHey, Daniel. Whatâs up?â
âCan you please play with us?â The little boy asked politely.
She looked across the playground and saw a group of students eyeing her expectantly. She couldnât deny that it tugged at her heartstrings to see them so eager. However, playing with them wasnât exactly on the agenda today.
âOh, I donât know, hon. There isn't much time left, and Iâm sure you donât want me slowing your game down.â
âPlease, we really want you to play. And you said youâd make it up to us, remember?â He reminded her.Â
This wasnât her ideal way of making it up, but when Melissa looked down at the boyâs big, hopeful eyes, she couldnât say no. She looked toward Janine and of course, she was looking at her with just as much expectation as the kids. The next thing Melissa knew, she was involved in a lively kickball game.
âMs. Schemmenti, Ivyâs cheating!â Tyler yelled as soon as Melissa stepped up to the makeshift base. âI caught the ball, so that means sheâs out!â
âIâm not cheating! The ball slipped out of your hands, so Iâm still in the game!â Ivy yelled back at him.
âCheater, cheater, pumpkin eater!â He teased. âYouâre out!â
Melissa knew that it wouldnât be an elementary school game if there wasnât a little drama, but she had to hold her laughter back as she listened to their banter. âOkay, thatâs enough, guys. Now, Tyler, tell me what happened again.â
âIvy kicked the ball and I caught it, so that means sheâs out.â He explained to her.
Instead of handling the situation herself, she decided to play the mediator. âOkay, How many people saw Tyler catch the ball?â Almost everyone raised their hand, so she turned to the girl to give her a sad smile. âSorry, hon. You gotta follow the rules.â
âNo fair!â The girl crossed her arms over her chest and began to stomp away.
Before she got far, Melissa gave the child a proposition. âHey, how about I let you run the bases for me? That way you can stay in the game.â Quite frankly, she wasnât in the running mood, and due to the cold, her joints were stiff. She also didnât want the child to be in a bad mood for the rest of the day. This way, everyone got what they wanted.
âDeal!â Her mood instantly changed, and Melissa received a wide grin and a high five.
âAll right, Ivyâs gonna run for me.â She announced to the group.
âI think thatâs against the rules.â Someone piped up from behind her.
âWell, Iâve got a bad knee, so I ainât running anywhere.â The teacher emphasized her point by wagging her index finger from side to side.
âWell, Ms. Schemmenti, you did say we have to follow the rules.â Ivy recited the woman's recent words.
Melissa closed her eyes and released a sigh at the girl's remark, now regretting using that exact phrase. âAlright, Alright.â The teacher relented. As much as she wanted to disagree with the girl, she was right, and it would be unfair to go against her word. âIâll run, but go easy on me.âÂ
âOkay, everyone get into position!â Tyler yelled, alerting his classmates that the game was about to start. He rolled the ball down to the teacher, and the woman gave her best kick without using her full power. They were undoubtedly faster than her, but she was certainly stronger, and everyone needed a fair shot.Â
She then ran to first base and was pleased with herself at how quickly she got there. She hadnât played a game like this in a while, so it was gratifying to see that she still could. The confidence boost allowed her to make it past the next two bases. Tyler hurled the ball in an attempt to get her out, and she dodged it.
Melissa soon realized that was a mistake once she tripped. The heel of her boot got caught on an uneven patch of grass and she failed to regain balance. Her ankle rolled inward and she collapsed with a thud. A series of gasps filled the air, and within seconds she was surrounded by concerned children. They were too scared to touch her, but that didnât stop them from getting help.
âTeacher down! Teacher down!â A shrill voice shouted at the top of their lungs.
While Melissa was thankful for the effort, she was unhappy about the attention she now received. Embarrassment was an emotion she rarely felt, but today it was warranted. Listening to her students' frantic chatter gave her something to focus on other than the blush burning her face.Â
âOkay, letâs back up! Give Ms. Schemmenti some space, please!â Janine's voice of reason rang through all the chatter.
The kids inched away, but only far enough so Janine could have access. It was clear they were protective of their teacher, as they wouldn't take their eyes away for a second in case something were to happen.
Janine held her hand over her mouth as she kneeled in front of the woman. âOh my God, Melissa! What happened? Are you okay? Can you get up?â
Once the crowd dissipated some, the woman felt she could move freely. She sat up, dusted her hands off, then brushed the debris from her clothes.
âMâfine,â she muttered in response to Janineâs frantic questioning.
âAre you sure? You fell pretty hard.â Janine noted her flushed cheeks and she could only imagine how she felt. Being that sheâd embarrassed herself countless times, she had an idea, though sheâd never been in this exact situation.
Melissa smoothed her hair back into place, ignoring the sympathetic look on the younger womanâs face. The expression made her want to crawl into a hole and never return. âThank you for that riveting statement.âÂ
She reached out for Janineâs hand, a silent invitation for her assistance, and felt herself being tugged into an upright position. She hadn't felt it at first, but once she planted her right foot on the ground, a searing pain shot through it. Reflexively, her arm slung across the shorter womanâs shoulder to keep herself steady. She hissed, then hung her head low in an attempt to conceal the pain on her face.Â
âWhatâs wrong?â Anxiety laced the junior teacherâs voice, but Melissa just ignored her, unable to simultaneously be in pain and answer questions. She took another step, thinking she could walk it off, but she was sorely mistaken. A groan slipped from her mouth and the sound shocked her as much as it did Janine.Â
The latter's steps halted, almost causing the injured woman to topple over. âOkay, youâre obviously hurt. I think you should go see Y/N.â
At the mention of your name, the redhead straightened her posture. There was no way in hell she would go to your office and interrupt your day for something minor like this. She wasn't bleeding or dying, so she wouldn't have you fussing over her when you had students to care for. âI'll be okay. I just need to make it to my classroom.â
Janine bit the inside of her cheek, a telltale sign that her worry was increasing. âI donât know, Melissa. I think you should let them take a look at it.âÂ
She tried to stand on her own to prove a point, but she simply couldnât do it. The pain only grew with her efforts, and tears began to prick at her eyes. âJust let me sit down for a bit, okay? Iâll go see Y/N after lunch if it still hurts.â
Janine settled for the compromise and recruited a teacher to watch their kids while she got Melissa inside. It was a challenging effort, but miraculously, they made it back safely. They received a few strange looks from other staff members, but Janine warded their concerns away with a smile. Once they arrived, she helped Melissa get settled at her desk.
âDonât worry about your class, Iâll bring them back,â Janine assured her. âDo you need anything while Iâm here? I could get Barbara if sheâsââ
Melissa immediately shook her head. The very last thing she needed was for Barb to find out. âThat's okay.âÂ
Janine gave a wary look in return, as she wasnât expecting her coworker to deny that offer. âAre you sure?â
She huffed, sick of the questions, and took a beat before answering. âJust bring my kids back, please. Thatâs all I need right now.â
She wasnât in any position to argue with that, so she accepted the task. âOkay, Iâll have them back in no time.â
âThanks, pipsqueak,â Melissa said, causing the woman to take on a disgruntled look. Though she wasn't happy about the circumstances, she switched her tone to show her true appreciation. âReally, Janine, thank you.â
âYouâre welcome.â She smiled, happy that she could complete a good deed for the day.
Moments later, Melissa was reunited with her rambunctious class. They came pouring in, not even bothering to take their coats off as they filled the empty space around her desk. Despite the considerable change in climate, they were too invested in her situation to care.Â
âWe heard you fell.â
âAre the second graders in trouble?â
âDid you break your leg?!â
âAre you going to the hospital?â
âWhoâs gonna take us to lunch?â
She broke her silence to address the last comment. âReally, Elijah? Thatâs whatâs on your mind?âÂ
âIâm sorry, Ms. S, but Iâm starving.â He rubbed his belly in broad strokes.
âDonât worry, youâre gonna get to lunch on time.â While that was great news, it only answered one of their burning questions. They continued to stare her down and she caved at the sincerity. âI know I probably scared some of you, but Iâm okay. My leg is not broken, and no, I will not be going to the hospital. Most importantly, no one is in trouble, capisce?â
When she received answers of understanding, she moved on to the next order of business. âNow, let me see whoâs gonna walk youse to lunch.â
âMs. Teagues can take us, or Mrs. Howard!â A student announced excitedly, waving in the direction of the door where both teachers were standing. However, Melissa was so focused on consoling her class and making sure they got fed, that she didnât notice their presence.
She tried to roll toward the class phone, but it was on the opposite side of the desk. The feat was too large, so she grabbed her cell instead. She scrolled to Janineâs contact, internally swearing that this would be the last favor she asked of her. âMrs. Howard might be busy, hon, so I think Ms. Teagues is our best bet.â
Elijah grabbed the womanâs attention again. âNo, she's not. Mrs. Howard is right there.â He nodded toward the outskirts of the crowd.Â
Barbaraâs deep eyes shone with concern as they met Melissaâs, but the redhead could only scrunch her face in confusion. What the hell? she thought, but it all made sense once she saw Janine sporting a guilt-ridden expression.
Her lips thinned into a smile as she tried to keep her composure. âMs. Teagues, do you mind taking them to lunch? Iâd appreciate it so much.â
Janine knew what that look meant, so she was quick to speak. âNot at all! Come on guys, grab your lunches if you brought one today.â Once everyone was ready, they made a swift exit because she didn't want to face Melissaâs wrath.
As the last footsteps trickled out, quiet fell over the teachers. Barbaraâs eyes never left her best friend, inspecting her from head to toe, watching as Melissa twiddled her thumbs. It irked Barb that she wasnât paying the slightest attention and she would not tolerate being blatantly ignored. âMelissa Schemmenti! Are you going to tell me what's going on?â
Melissa proceeded to avoid eye contact. She picked up a pen along with a stack of papers as if she were about to grade them. Her petulance sent Barb over the edge. If she didnât want to tell her, that was fine, but she was tired of this little game.
âYou know, I was trying to give you a chance to tell me yourself, but it seems you would rather act like a child.â The woman smirked, knowing her next words would get a reaction. âJanine already told me what happened.â
âI told her to keep her mouth shut!â Melissa curled her hands into fists and banged them against the wood. âIâm gonna kill that girl!â
âNot with one working ankle, you wonât,â Barbara quipped.
âI'll find someone to do it for me.â She shot back, not in the mood for jokes.
Barbara just rolled her eyes, disregarding her friend's dramatic nature. âSo whatâs your plan? Are you going to roll around in this chair all day?â
âJust leave it alone, will you?â Melissa was getting tired of the third degree from everyone. If she wanted to sit in her room all day, why did it matter to them? It was her injury, not theirs.
âI will not leave it alone! Not until you go see Y/N.â
She looked the older woman directly in her eyes for the first time today. âIâm not goinâ, Barb.â
âYou will, or Iâll tell them to come to you. Better yet, I'll drag you to an urgent care.â Barbara crossed her arms and gave Melissa a daring look.
âOh, now youâre out of your mind,â Melissa scoffed. Even though they were in her classroom, if she could get up and walk away, sheâd leave Barb right there with her delusions.
The woman gasped audibly at the insinuation that she was crazy. âTrust me, you havenât seen me out of my mind.â
âYou sure? 'Cause that sounds pretty insane to me.â She twisted her pen in a circle near her head, showcasing how absurd the idea sounded.
âNo, Melissa, what's insane is you sitting here with an injury, making no attempts to seek medical attention, when there's a perfectly capable nurse in the building!â Her hands moved fervently as she spoke, the pearls around her neck rattling from the action. âSince you won't go on your own, Iâll get someone to take you.â With that, she marched out of the room, having had enough of her obstinacy.
âBarb, donât you dare!â She yelled, but there was no use as the woman was halfway down the hall due to the speed she was walking.
She groaned in frustration, not faring well with having one working foot. The dull ache was a constant reminder of what occurred, and though she knew it was in her best interest to see you, she wasn't in enough pain to seek your help. But leave it to her colleagues to put their noses into her business.
She reached for her purse and rifled through it before pulling out a compact mirror. If she was going to be seen in this state, she wanted to make sure she looked presentable. As she met her reflection, she frowned. Her hair was out of place, her eyelashes were wonky, and there were a few spots where her makeup had smudged. She fixed what she could, applying lip gloss to finish her look. As she ran a brush through her strands, footsteps approached her room.
âOh, you have got to be kidding me.â She threw her head back as Gregory came through her door. âWhy are you here?â
Gregory almost looked as confused as her, and as he prepared to speak, Barb cut him off.
âTo escort you to Y/N's office.â She smiled kindly, directing her pearly whites in Gregory's direction.
Melissa side-eyed the man, adding a mean mug to show her dismay. âBut Barb, I don't needââ
âAh, ah, no buts." She held a hand up to silence her. âNow, if you'll excuse me, I have to go teach, but I expect you to have your injuries mended when you return.â She didn't walk away until she received final confirmation from Gregory.
âOh, yeah, I'll make sure of it,â he promised. Though he was content with minding his business, he'd only agreed to this because Barb wouldn't take no for an answer.
Melissa sighed as the man moved to stand behind her, in preparation to wheel her out. She turned around so he could understand the grave meaning behind her words. âJust take me there. Don't ask any questions and don't tell anyone what you saw.â
âOh, I already know how you roll.â After receiving another dirty look from the redhead, he noticed his poor choice of words. He tucked his lips into his mouth, then bowed his head before saying, âI'm sorry.â
You didnât expect the first day back to be so crazy, but it had been jam-packed with injuries. Nose bleeds, headaches, fevers, stomach aches, you name it. You didnât mind though because it made the day go faster. You had one more student to tend to before your break, so you decided to clean your office before their arrival. You disinfected the cots and countertops, as well as your little waiting area, and then you took inventory of your supplies and stocked up on whatever youâd need for the last half of the day.
âHey, nurse Y/N!â Melissaâs student, Daniel, waved excitedly as he entered your office. He gave you a quick hug before retreating to his original spot.
âHey, buddy! How was your break?â You loved hearing about what the kids did during their time off. He told you about the trip he took to visit family in New York, and how he got to spend the holidays with his grandmother who he hadnât seen since he was a baby. He also mentioned all the good food he ate and the presents he received. âThatâs awesome! It sounds like you had a great time.â
âYeah, it was pretty great. What did you do?â The curious boy asked.
âI went to Florida,â you said casually, hoping to get a reaction out of him. When he gasped in shock, you flashed a grin in his direction.
âNo way! Thatâs so much cooler than New York.â Daniel was infatuated with Florida, on the account of Disney World, and he made it known that he would save every penny ever given to him in hopes of being able to afford a ticket to the attraction.
âDonât worry, I didnât go see Mickey Mouse without you.â You knew the question was on the tip of his tongue. âBut it was a pretty cool trip.â
âMs. Schemmenti went to Florida too!â He informed you, still looking at you with stars in his eyes.Â
You smiled as he told you the bits and pieces that Melissa shared with his class, minus the details of her gambling adventures. However, you werenât sure she left out 100% of the details, because Daniel recalled her saying that she would incorporate some new card games into their math lessons to âteach them some new strategiesâ. Leave it to Melissa to teach her students how to outsmart each other.
âIt sounds like she had a lot of fun!â You exclaimed, taking in the events as if you werenât there to experience them firsthand. Her students were ridiculously smart, so you were ready for him to catch on to the similarities in your story, but he didnât.Â
You busied yourself with preparing his medication so he could make his way to the cafeteria. Daniel had cystic fibrosis, so he took pancreatic enzymes to aid his absorption of nutrients. He took them before every meal and snack, so he was a frequent flyer in your office. âAlright, dude, I got your pills ready. You just need to get some water.â He gladly accepted the paper cup from your hand and walked toward the water fountain.Â
You looked around the room as he took his meds, and the absence of another child caught your attention. Normally, Melissa utilized the buddy system to ensure that her students made it to their destination safely. âDid you walk here by yourself?âÂ
âNo, Ms. Teagues walked us to lunch today.â
You scrunched your eyebrows in pure confusion. âWhy was Ms. Teagues taking you to lunch?â
âMs. Schemmenti hurt herself so she couldn't take us,â he explained.
Hearing Melissaâs name in the same breath as the word âhurtâ made your heart rate pick up, but you kept a poker face. âReally? Howâd that happen?â
A guilty expression crossed his face, and he released a deep breath before speaking. âWell, we were playing kickball during recess and she fell. It was kind of scary, but then she got up and everything was okay. At least I think sheâs okay.â
âWhat makes you say that?â You tried to get as much information as you could before the bell rang, signaling that it was time for the younger kidsâ lunch.Â
âShe told us she wasnât in pain, but I donât think thatâs true.â
You hadnât assessed the woman yet, but you agreed with his statement because you knew how Melissa was. She worked hard to keep up her tough persona, but even the students could see past it sometimes. âYou guys really roughed her up out there, huh?â
The boy shrugged sheepishly. âWe didnât mean for her to get hurt. Sheâs one of our favorite teachers, and we just wanted to have some fun.â
You could see he truly felt bad, so you attempted to cheer him up. âIt was very nice of you guys to include her. Iâm sure she appreciated that.â You smiled. âDonât feel too bad, okay?â
He nodded, and with that, the bell rang. You walked him to the exit and sent him on his way, but now without a hug goodbye. âHave a good lunch. Iâll see you later for a snack.âÂ
Once he made it down the hallway, you focused on the sight directly to your left: Melissa sitting in her desk chair with Gregory at her side, standing against the wall, as if he were her bodyguard (though that would be a pointless duty because everyone knew Melissa didnât need a guard).
You motioned them into your office so they'd be out of the crossfire of hungry kids. The pair looked at you with blank faces, and you stared at them with your hands on your hips. âWell, what do we have here?â
A/N: Hey, how are ya? Itâs been a while and Iâve missed writing immensely. I'm a little nervous about posting again, but I hope this was worth the wait. Let me know what you think, and thank you for reading!
P.S. Special thanks to everyone who voted on the poll <3
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I Triple Dog Dare You (Astarion x F!Reader) (Part 2 to Pinkie Promise)
CW: Angst, mentions of trauma, mentions of sexual trauma, mentions of bullying, mentions of parental death, mentions of domestic violence, mentions of voyeurism
Both titles have been inspired by the song âSchool Nightsâ by Chappell Roan
Dedicated to @amica-aenigmata-naboo - thank you for demanding a part two đ
Part 1: Pinkie Promise?
âšthis has been proof read once and I have been awake and working since 3 am. It is not 10:04 pm. Please helpâš
You finish your letter by folding it into thirds and then writing âStarâ on the back. You take a deep breathe in through your nose and out through your mouth- reminding yourself that you already know he likes you back, you are just taking that last extra little step. You also canât attempt to write this letter again- this is your 8th draft, the others turning into flames in your hands very quickly.
You want to ask Astarion to be in a serious relationship with you. You have only been seeing each other (as far as you know) and youâve spent almost everyday sleeping with him in his tent since you had ventured into the Underdark. Most of the time- you donât even have sex. You stay up talking together and sharing soft kisses- no clothes, just intimacy. You adore those moments immensely.
Life around camp has also been good- everyone is finally beginning to get along. Shadowheart and Laeâzel even silently respect each other now. It feels like one big happy family and you are grateful for them when this whole journey feels far too big and scary.
Recently, you and your crew have been playing an ongoing game of âTriple Dog Dareâ. The only rule is you canât dare someone in the middle of a battle or a serious mission. Otherwise- itâs all fair game and if you decline to do it, you have to take the darersâ guard duty or help them with a chore. The chores were limited to one task and it canât be taking down a whole tent + equipment- the one time Astarion had to take down Galeâs tent had been disastrous. The dare had been to allow Gale to take you on a date- Astarion shot back with a âI triple dog dare you to swallow my fucking knife wizard.â All parties (minus Astarion) agreed that this dare was not to be followed through on.
The game has had⊠less than favorable results. Watching Wyll and Karlach streak across the camp while you were piss drunk was awful. Oh and the time Gale almost died because Wyll dared him to spy on the two of you for 20 minutes. You hadnât heard his thoughts, but Astarion had. His head had shot up from between your legs with a furious look in his eyes. Astarion had covered your naked frame up quickly with his shirt (his trousers still on) and chased after Gale until he pushed the man into the freezing Underdark water.
The group then had to make a few more rules people didnât realize they had to make. In Galeâs defense- Wyll didnât specify and Wyll is a real snob about which chore he gives the person. Itâs also the worst chore and usually includes de-stinking his boots. You are almost positive Wyll does this on purpose as repayment for all the headaches this groupsâ shenanigans has given him-oh and the horns.
Karlach triple dog dared you today to finally confess your feelings to Astarion. You had gawked at her and then dared her to do the same with Dammon. You shook on it and it was done.
Finding out that Astarionâs life is in far more danger than any of them had realized shook you to your core. You are tired of wasting time being afraid to ask him what you already know (or at least hope you know). You are silently grateful that Karlach has given you the push you needed (you doubt she would have actually made you do anything- she wouldnât put you on blast like that).
It just never felt like the right time in the past. Having your life be in constant danger is kind of a romance killer and you arenât sure how the hell you are supposed to do this.
Do you court him? Do you ask him to court you?
You ultimately settled on just flat out telling him your feelings- politics be damned. Itâs not like you were welcome in High Society anyway.
Now you are in the safety of Last Light Inn and it feels like the right time to bring this up. You worry that waiting any longer will result in him looking for someone more serious or maybe you would always just be a person he slept with during the journey to his freedom.
You hope you are more than that and you are almost positive you are. The way he looks at you, kisses you, and talks to you is so genuine- his eyes are always so soft and so are his lips. He protects you and you protect him. You adore him and you think he adores you too.
So naturally, walking up behind him and Shadowheart talking isnât a nerve wracking endeavor to you. This is all going to go off without a hitch!
Or so you thought.
Your ears twitch and you barely hear what they say to each other, but you do. Gods you wish you hadnât.
âYou are insufferable, Cleric.â Astarion groans, âI already told you my answer.â
âOh please- you follow them around like a lovesick puppy. You canât honestly tell me you have absolutely no feelings for them.â
Shadowheart takes a long sip of her pint and raises an eyebrow at him. You remain in the shadow- your heart thumping out of your chest. Maybe heâll say a lot of wonderful things about you? Maybe your hopes will be-
âNope, not a single feeling outside of my carnal desires,â he says nonchalantly, âthatâs all itâs been and they know that.â
Oh.
You feel all the air leave your lungs as you crumple your letter and shove it in your pocket. You donât know why you insist on listening further.
âThen I triple dog dare you to go talk to someone and take them to bed. You will have no problem bedding that Harper who keeps giving you âfuck meâ eyes- Iâm sure.â
Oh please no.
âYou offend me- thatâs hardly a challenge,â he says while standing up, sauntering over to the Harper that is eyeing him.
You promptly turn around and hurry out of the building. You canât breathe. You should have known better.
You had always been Tav the Guillable, the Plain, the Insufferable, etc, etc. You had been thrown at your aunt and uncle when your parents passed. Your aunt and uncle lived in a nice Human only city and you are a âfilthy half-breed.â
One of the boys in your Archery class found out you had a crush on him so he asked you to meet him by the river. You showed up with wild flowers for him- something your mother told you Wood Elfâs do to show affection. He showed up with your entire class- all of them laughing at you for being stupid enough to believe he liked you and then his future partner beat the shit out of you before throwing you into the rushing water. You wished you hadnât survived, but a nice family who was tolerant towards Half breeds saved you. Your Aunt and Uncle were pissed. Admittedly, so were you.
They treated you terribly- constantly trying to marry you off to old men who you would turn away with your boorish behavior.
You really thought you had it right this time. Everything felt so natural and right- like you had been made for each other. What did you not pick up on? What did you miss this whole time? How could you have been so blind?
You pick up your bedroll on the way out- you were all going to sleep on the floor of the inn with the rest of the Harpers and Refugees, but you couldnât pretend you wanted to be near Astarion like he does with you. You arenât ready to confront him- you arenât ready for the pretty illusion to be completely shattered and swept under the rug yet. You were just getting used to being someone he loved and now the whole world is crumbling underneath you.
It was barely anything- obviously- so why does it hurt this much?
You find yourself in front of Damonâs metal shop and heâs talking to Karlach. You clear your throat and they both look at you. Karlach suddenly looks concerned when she sees the look on your face.
âCould I sleep above your shop tonight?â You say with a strained voice, âbehind the hay? I just⊠need to be alone.â
âSure thing- itâs all yours.â
You smile gratefully at him and begin to climb up the ladder.
âDo you want me to tell Fangs, Soldier?â
You can hear the question in her voice. She is your best friend after all.
âNo- please donât,â you smile at her sadly, âI would prefer he doesnât know where I am.â
Karlach nods in understanding, giving you a sad smile, and you go behind the hay and lay out your bedroll. It smells like him and you donât know if thatâs helping or hurting at this point, but you are mostly too tired to care.
Your heart hurts as you try to find sleep. You throw the crumpled note across the little loft and silently begin to cry.
At least you knew what it felt to give and receive love- even if it was false and unrequited the entire time.
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Astarion is barely present for the conversation with the Harper male who is trying to impress him into bed. Astarion is only thinking of you and how much he wants to get this over with so you can find a more secluded spot together. Every morning to every night feels like far too long to wait to have a tender moment with you.
Astarion imagines leaving lingering kisses along your collar bones and your cheeks. He thinks about how he desperately needs to rebraid your hair. Itâs been frizzy and unruly from all the fog- the baby hairs sticking out all over the place. He also needs to patch up your armor again- your Meilikki Cleric Armor ripped apart from the events of yesterday.
Mostly though, he wants to spend the off day tomorrow with just you. Astarion wants to find somewhere to hide or even just rent a room so that you can just be in each otherâs presence un interrupted by the world. Astarionâs heart glows at the thought of the sexless intimacy you share. Heâs so happy itâs not a priority to you- itâs allowed him to do things at his own pace and as he wants to which is very freeing to him.
Astarion had finally admitted to himself that his plan had well and truly failed- he has fallen for you very hard.
He doesnât know what possessed him to lie to Shadowheart. He mostly just didnât want to be pressured to leap forward. Astarion isnât sure if you want to be something real with him and he also doesnât know if you are hell bent on being a proper noble woman who marries a proper noble man. It would break his heart if you rejected him and Astarion has no desire to feel that way. For now, Astarion will bask in his peaceful ignorance.
The Harper man eventually scowls at Astarion and tells him to fuck off if he isnât interested. Astarion goes back to Shadowheart with an annoyed look on his face.
âFine- you win, Cleric,â Astarion scowls, âI have feelings for them. I couldnât even give that man a moment of my attention because I couldnât stop thinking about them so if you will excuse me-â
Shadowheart squeals in delight and Astarion rolls his eyes. Astarion walks around the entire inn and property- you are nowhere to be found. Astarion is beginning to become more and more worried. Astarion is pacing out front when Karlach and Dammon come up to the Inn- ready to hit the sack.
âKarlach,â Astarion says, a bit more panicked than he means to, âwhere is Tav? Iâve been looking for them everywhere and I canât find them!â
Karlach looks suddenly uncomfortable and like she definitely knows where you are.
âKarlach if you know where Tav is-â
âI do!â She says exasperated, âbut they specifically asked that you donât know and I donât blame them! You gonna go fuck them and pretend to have feelings for them again for the billionth time?â
Astarion is stock still and horribly confused. What in the hells is she talking about? Karlach shoves a piece of crumpled paper into his hands and shakes her head at him.
âYou know- if you are going to fuck with someoneâs feelings,â Karlach tries to keep her patience, âmaybe donât pick the nicest person in the room. Honestly Fangs- fuck you. I thought you were better than that.â
Astarion is at a loss for words- which is very rare for him. He slowly unfolds the note- hoping it might put some of the pieces together.
Star,
I have really come to enjoy your company and our time together.
I am quite smitten with you and Iâm too nervous to say this out loud, but I would like to be able to call you my partner (in a romantic sense)- if you return my feelings, that is.
If not, no worries. All I want is for you to be happy.
-Tav
The pieces click together like a haunting tune.
You had heard everything that was said between him and Shadowheart. Obviously you didnât stick around for the important part, but Gods you must be heartbroken.
Astarion has to assume you were hiding somewhere in Damonâs shop if Karlach is the one who knows where you are. He had been avoiding the shop initially so that Karlach could have her privacy with Dammon. Now itâs fair game.
Astarion quickly walks towards the shop and as soon as he enters- his ears pick up your quiet sobbing. Your thoughts are loud and unguarded- his words playing in your head over and over again. You are wondering why you arenât good enough. Astarion finally sees what you have refused to show him- your parents are long gone, despite the fact that you talk about them as if they are waiting for you to come home. Your Aunt, Uncle, cousins, and an entire society have rejected you, humiliated you, and belittled you. This just happens to be the salt in the wound. You keep looping through the thought of how stupid you are to have missed this of all damn things. How could you even begin to think he would actually want you? Plain, boring, ugly, half-breed Tav.
Oh my Darling, what have I done?
Shadowheart had been teasing him relentlessly ever since you had all arrived back to the safety of Last Light Inn. You had led them all to support Astarion in finding out more about the scars carved into his back. It had been incredibly dangerous and Shadowheart had had to heal him more than usual- he kept putting himself between you and every bomb, warrior, etc. He wanted her to stop- he likes the privacy of his little world with you.
Now heâs demolished that world and your heart in less than an hour. Astarion was actually nervous earlier- realizing how deep his feelings for you are and how much he wants something real with you. He just isnât close enough with Shadowheart to share those feelings out loud willingly. Astarion is thrilled that you feel the same way, but now he isnât sure he can convince you that his feelings are genuine and not a giant lie.
Astarion slowly makes his way up the ladder and he hears your sobbing stop- one single sniffle occurring before silence.
âDarling?â he asks quietly.
The air is tense and Astarion feels more nervous than a school boy with a crush. You hiccup.
âAstarion.â
Your voice is strained and cracks- he can hear the effort you put into trying to make your voice sound steady and normal.
You are definitely not happy with him. You usually address him as Star when he first arrives in your orbit.
Astarion takes it as a good sign that you are at least willing to speak with him.
âItâs come to my attention that you may have overheard a conversation without context and without staying until the end,â Astarion says slowly, âI was hoping you might let me explain myself.â
You sit up gingerly, your head bent, and look up at him with puffy, bloodshot eyes. Your bottom lip is swollen- you often worry it between your teeth when you are upset. He doesnât like when you are upset, but he does love how incredibly delicious it makes your lips look. Your skin is under a veil of tears and your cheeks are stained pink from you rubbing away the sadness from your face. Itâs unfair how beautiful a crier you are.
Astarion decides to go against his better judgement and he crawls towards you. You look at him with a guarded expression, but you donât fight him as he pulls you into his lap- his fingers moving the hair out of your face and wiping the remaining tears from your cheeks.
âShadowheart was teasing me for being⊠overly concerned with your safety today,â Astarion begins, âI just didnât want to- her and I arenât close enough for me to-â
Astarion huffs in frustration and looks down at the floor momentarily before making direct eye contact with you. He decides to use the tadpole- maybe showing will make more sense than explaining.
Astarion shows you his original intentions of manipulating you- his musings over your beauty, but your aggravating naivety and the annoyance at your persistent kindness. He feels you flinch a little, but your body begins to relax against his as you watch his feelings change. Astarion lets you see all of his jealousy, confusion, fear, and adoration for you. He even lets you see his turmoil during sex. Astarion enjoys himself with you- more than heâs ever enjoyed himself with anyone, but the self-loathing and disgust pose a challenge during intimate moments.
Lastly, Astarion shows you how scared he is to lose you. He lets the feeling consume him and he feels like heâs a rope ready to snap at any moment. His mind wanders to how much he doesnât ever want to have to miss you- the beautiful moments you have shared together and how much joy you have brought to his life. You make him want to be a better person- well at least in your presence. Astarion would do just about anything for you.
You press your forehead to his and release a relieved sigh. Astarion pulls you in for a deep, tender kiss. The kiss is needy, but not in a sexual way. Astarion needs you to know that he really does adore you- his affections are absolutely not fake.
He finally has to pull back to let you breathe and you wrap your arms around his neck.
âYou make me so so happy, Darling,â Astarion whispers tearfully, âI really donât want to lose you.â
âStar, I adore you for all the sentimental reasons,â your eyes sparkle as you look at him, âIâm not going anywhere.â
Astarion tries not to show how relieved he is, but the way his shoulders slump gives him away.
âWe donât have to have sex, you know,â you say quietly, âI can wait until you are ready. I want you to be happy and feel loved more than anything.â
Astarion is surprised by the choked sob that escapes his lips- pulling you in closer.
âThat sounds like a challenge.â
âYeah well,â you pull back and smile at him, âI triple dog dare you to prioritize your wants and needs first!â
Astarion rolls his eyes at you and tries to hide the grateful tears threatening to spill from his eyes. You are his most favorite person across all the planes. He is so grateful for you, your patience, and how much you try to understand him so that you can support his healing from centuries of abuse.
âCheeky pup.â
You grin widely, âthe cheekiest.â
âHmmm well,â Astarion slyly smirks, âif we are going to play this childish gameâŠâ
You pout, jutting your lower lip out. Astarion places a chaste kiss on your cheek before whispering in your ear.
âI triple dog dare you to be something real with me.â
Astarionâs nerves are going haywire- praying to every God he can think of that you still want to be serious with him.
Your smile could light up the entirety of the Shadow Cursed Lands. You give him a short sweet kiss on the cheek and A kunik*.
âDare accepted.â
*A kunik means nose kiss in Inuit
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The easy days- J. Slafkovsky
Juraj Slafkovsky x fem! Reader
In which you bask in Jurajâs rare off day
Warnings?: Fluff, kissing, talks of burning out and exhaustion but no more I can think of, i apologize for any errors!
You woke up to the feeling of soft kisses being scattered along your cotton covered shoulder, strands of dark brunette hair tickling your jaw.
âMorningâ you smiled down at the large boy tucked under your arm.
Juraj perked his head up at the sound of your soft voice, a bright smile overtaking the boys face as he leaned up to place a small peck to your lips.
âGood Morning.â He breathed resting his chin on your chest.
âWhat are the plans for today?â You question softly, hands working into his soft locks.
His eyes fluttered shut for a moment at the relaxing sensation of your nails lightly scratching his scalp.
âSleep, coffee, couch, movies, food.â He answered after a moment.
âSounds good to me.â You giggled.
The habs finally had an off day after two back to back games with a practice and another game earlier in the week and you knew your boyfriend needed a day of nothing but rest.
Heâd been working his ass off and while itâs been paying off and heâs doing amazing things he still needs a day of relaxation in order to keep his young body from burning out.
Looking over at the digital clock on your nightstand you laughed realizing it was seven in the morning but you couldnât blame Juraj for being up this early, the jet lag got ahold of him as soon as he laid in the bed last night.
âWhat time do you want to get back up?â You asked softly.
âWhenever we feel like it.â He chuckled softly and you nodded in agreement before placing a kiss to his head and snuggling into your pillow while Juraj resumed his position under your arm allowing himself to be the little spoon for once.
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When you two do finally emerge from the comfort and warmth of your bed itâs just passing ten in the morning.
You both share a quick shower before getting dressed and heading to your favorite coffee shop. Snow had fallen overnight leaving a soft blanket on the streets of Montreal.
You two make small talk about his trip and how he enjoyed his multi point roadtrip, he blushed as your praised his achievements telling you it wasnât a big deal but deep down you knew he was enjoying the praise.
Juraj parked in front of the coffee shop before making his way around to your door and opening it for you.
âThank you kind sir.â You laughed as you step out.
âItâs no problem, I always look out for the clumsy.â He smirked as you let out a scoff and smacked his shoulder.
âI am not clumsy!â
âColes ring camera says differently.â He giggled and you couldnât argue with that one.
A few weeks ago everyone had gathered at Coleâs new house for dinner and the boy had told everyone to watch the patch of ice on his walkway but somehow even after trying to avoid it, you still slipped.
He took your hand as he lead you towards the door, opening it for you he followed after you stepping into the smell of fresh coffee and baked sweets.
âDo you want your usual?â He asked as you two stepped into the small line.
âYes please.â You smiled up at him.
He gave you a soft nod before dipping down and capturing your lips in a short kiss, Juraj wasnât big on pda but after being away for a week he missed you and he didnât really care who saw him showing his favorite person a bit of love.
Once you two reached the counter the barista smiled brightly as she recognized you two instantly.
âHi guys! Do you want your usual today?â
âYes please.â Juraj smiled politely.
âOkay! Thatâll be $14.07, you can swipe whenever youâre ready.â She smiled and you watched as Juraj paid knowing there was absolutely no point in trying to make him let you.
You slid two bills into the tip jar before making your way to the small waiting area, Juraj wrapped a strong arm around your shoulder as he pulled you close to his side.
âWe need to finish that movie we started before you left for your road trip.â You reminded him.
âOh yeah, we have to find some others to watch too because I plan on being on that couch for the rest of the day.â He laughed.
âDeal, what about that new horror one you wanted to see?â You asked.
âSounds good to me.â He smiled softly, his attention pulled away from you as the barista called out your names and placed the cups on the counter.
âThank you!â You smiled at her as you both collected your drinks and headed back to the car.
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For the next few hours you two were wrapped up in blankets while you rested on your large sectional, your back to Jurajâs chest while he rested against the soft cushions of the couch.
You had eaten things that Juraj shouldâve been staying clear from due to his strict diet but he didnât care in the moment, he was allowed a cheat day every now and then.
Youâd ran through all the new movies you two had been desperate to watch, a horror, some comedy and others dramas.
After a nice filling dinner you were back in your spot against him but this time your head was rested against his chest while his fingers raked through your hair and his nails scratched along your back under your shirt.
âToday has been nice.â You spoke softly.
âIt has, thank you for everything today.â
âYou donât have to thank me J, I love spending time with you.â You smiled up at him.
âI know but some people wouldnât do this for their partner, you didnât have to lay around with me all day and do nothing but you did. So thank you and I love you.â He smiled.
âI love you more baby.â You giggled as you pushed yourself up to press your lips against his.
It was soft and full of passion, showing him how much he actually did mean to you without having to try and explain it in words which you struggled with.
Pulling away he gave you one more peck on the lips before settling back and stroking your cheek with his large thumb.
He could see the sleep clouding your eyes, the way they kept drooping had his heart warming, despite it being barely seven he pulled you close and wrapped your favorite blanket around you.
âGo to sleep love, Iâll be here when you wake up.â He spoke as he began to stroke your hair.
âOkay.â You breathed as you snuggled into him.
You loved hockey and loved watching Juraj live out his dream with amazing teammates and an amazing organization but there was nothing better then days like this, the days where you could spend the entirety loving on him and allowing his body to get the rest he needed.
Nothing would ever top the easy days.
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Can you write a CC x reader fic about reader meeting the team for the first time.
Like Caitlin forgets her practice jersey at home and you drop it off and they all wonder who you are??
Her Jersey . CC
pairing: caitlin clark x reader
synopsis: you and caitlinâs relationship has always been low key, so how will the team react when you bring her her jersey unannounced?
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you werenât something caitlin was trying to hide, nor was she ashamed of you by any means. but she had requested at the beginning of your relationship to just keep things quiet. you were both busy people, having so many things to worry about. you with a fairly religious family who wouldnât be very thrilled to see you dating a woman, and caitlin with a recently large following who didnât want to bring unwanted attention to you. she would love to show you off on social media and in person, but risking the hate comments and your well being was too much of a risk.
so you guys kept your relationship low key, not announcing it to anyone at all, including caitlinâs teammates. as much as you wanted to meet them officially and as much as caitlin wanted to flaunt you and brag about how lucky she was, you knew it would be too risky to tell any one.
but your âsecretâ relationship had its perks. you were the only one who got to know the real caitlin, the one who cherished you behind closed doors, no one else. yes, you were often sad that you couldnât do stereotypical couple things. like going out to dinner dates, the movies, or do all the fun couples trends. but you were appreciative of what you had: late nights at your apartment, being treated to breakfast in her bed, long and steamy showers shared together. you found a way to make it work.
one day, as you were sitting on your couch after caitlin left your apartment for practice, you had noticed a bright yellow piece of cloth tucked into one of the cushions. pulling it free, you had realized that she had left her jersey at your apartment. it had probably gotten stuck in your couch when you heatedly pulled it over her head as you straddled her lap, eager to see her when she came over late after her game last night. your cheeks were heating up as you reminisced to last nights events.
quickly pulling yourself from your day dream (you could have sat there all day thinking about last night if you could) you shot a text to caitlin, asking if she needed it.
you: hey babe, i just noticed you left your jersey at my place last night, want me to meet you somewhere private real quick and bring it to you?
you watched as her text bubbled popped, awaiting an answer.
Cait <3: oh shit, i had meant to grab that. yea if you wanna come down here, Iâll grab it from you real quick.
you: want me to wait outside? just so that they donât all see me there.
Cait <3: nah, it should be fine, iâll just be sneaky ;)
you laughed to yourself, typing out your response
you: if you say so, see you soon đ
and with that, you were out the door, jersey in hand and bag thrown over your shoulder.
you pulled into the parking lot, getting out and heading into the building pretty quickly. making sure to avoid anyone you may know that might ask what you were doing here. you crept through a few winding halls before you saw the open gym doors, peaking inside to see everyone huddled around talking to one another.
you stood, slightly out of view, waiting for caitlin to notice you. after a few moments, she saw you waiting there patiently, fiddling with the hem of the jersey. you were so cute she couldnât help but smile to herself. she excused herself from the group, jogging over to the other end of the gym.
as she made her way over to you, you noticed that a few of the girls had been watching her as she left. they tried to discreetly sneak a look at who cait was talking to.
âhey, baby!â she panted, pulling you into a quick kiss âthanks for coming all the way down hereâ
âyea it was no problemâ you smiled sweetly, hands resting gently on her chest as she kissed you again. as you pulled away, though, you felt eyes on you. the same girls, along with the rest of the team, were now staring in your direction.
cait tried to say something else to you, but you werenât listening as you were trying to grab her attention, shaking her shoulder violently.
âwhat, what?â she looked at you confused.
âcait,â you nodded your head in their direction âi think weâve been caughtâ
she quirked her eyebrows, still lost, eventually turning her head to look behind her. and sure enough, there they all were, cocky smirks plastered across their faces as they jokingly whistled and cheered. out of embarrassment, you covered your face in your hands, caitlin only laughing along with them.
âyea, i guess soâ she grabbed your hand, starting to pull you into the gym âmight as well introduce you thenâŠif you want?â
âi guess thereâs nothing left to hide soâŠwhy notâ you chuckled, letting her lead you, hooking your arm with hers. she led you to the middle of the court, all the girls still curious as to who you were.
âcaitlin with a secret woman?â kate laughed, smiling your way, you had heard lots about her. whoâs this?â
caitlin looked down at you, hands still intertwined. she ran her thumb over yours, sensing you were nervous with all the attention on you, trying calm you down.
âYN, this is my teamâ she began âand team, this is my girlfriend, YNâ
they all immediately smiled at you, quick to welcome you with open arms. each girl gave you a comforting hug and introducing themselves, letting you know how lovely it is to meet you and how theyâre excited to get to know you better. and of course, there was some playful banter. gabbie and kate at some point asking âhow did caitlin manage to date someone as beautiful as you?â, eliciting a shy laugh from you. but they were all so funny and sweet, you instantly felt welcomed into such a tight knit group.
âalright, can you guys try not to scare her away!â caitlin interrupted as you chatted with the team âsheâs really important to me so iâd appreciate if you didnât freak her out with your dumb ass questionsâ
you all chuckled, teasing her a bit more before it was time to say your goodbyes to the girls. you thanked them for being so kind to you and they told you they couldnât wait to hang out with you more some other time. caitlin told them sheâd be back, taking your hand again and walking you out to your car.
as you got back to the parking lot, caitlin beginning to open your door for you, you stopped her. âhey, thanks for introducing me, cait. i know we said to keep it quiet, but iâm glad you trust your team enough to introduce me. wether it was on purpose or notâ you smiled, squeezing her bicep sportively.
âiâm glad too,â she said âi think it was finally time to do it anyways, i was getting tired of people not knowing that youâre mine anywaysâ
she continued âyou mean the world to me and i love you so much, thank you for putting up with sneaking around for so longâ
âit was for the best, but iâm really happy we can be out to more people nowâ you said. âyouâre team was really sweet, i canât wait to get to know all of themâ
âme too, they already love you. they wonât be able to stop asking about you for the rest of practice i betâ
you both chuckled, relieved to finally have such a huge weight off your chest.
âjust donât tell them anything too embarrassing about me, ok?â you quipped.
âi donât think thereâs anything i could say about you that would be embarrassingâ she said as she helped you into your car âyouâre absolutely perfectâ
with that, you kissed her one last time before closing the door and waving her goodbye. as you pulled out of the parking stall, you watched as she jogged back into the building, a smile still lingering on her lips.
truthfully, you didnât think youâd be so happy to have gotten caught.
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nobody compares to you
chapter 8
pairing: ellie x reader
synopsis: you're in your junior year of college and at a party, you run into the girl who broke your heart: ellie williams. despite the time it took to reset your life, will you risk a broken heart again for her?
content warnings: modern college au, cursing, angst, lesbian flirtationship?, mentions of kissing, mentions of a weapon (it's just ellie's switchblade), descriptions of injuries and bruising, abby is hot and cocky (duh), minors do not interact
word count: 4k
chapters: one, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine, ten, eleven, twelve, thirteen, fourteen
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Youâd spent the last few days texting back and forth with Abby. She hadnât changed much since your freshman year, still confident and charismatic and charming as always.Â
It was nice, taking a step outside of your comfort zone. It had been a while since youâd regularly socialized with someone other than your usual group of friends. The older you got, it seemed harder to feel comfortable getting close to new people.Â
But Abby made it easy, keeping things casual and light. Sheâd ask about your day, talk about hers, and inquire what you were up to. Sheâd flirt every now and again, and youâd cautiously flirt right back, but she never pushed much further than that.Â
You hadnât told anyone yet about reconnecting with Abby. The girls from the Wilson Crew would no doubt be incredibly supportive, having partly seen you going through some of the disastrous aftermath with Ellie. But as loving and encouraging as they were, having six girls simultaneously asking you questions and being loud & abrasive about your love/sex life was too overwhelming a thought.Â
You considered disclosing your secret to Dina. But though you loved her deeply and she was the closest thing youâve ever had to a sister, Dina was just a tad bit judgy. She wouldnât say anything, but after a few years of knowing her and her mannerisms, youâd recognized her pursed lips and her one raised eyebrow as her judgy face. And right now, the last thing you needed was to be evaluated when youâre trying to break from behind the walls youâve built the past couple of years.Â
After musing over it for a while, you kick yourself for not realizing right away who it was that you could confide in.
Jesse.Â
Jesse was an easygoing person, effortless to chat with and always cracking jokes. But when it came down to it, he cared about you and knew how to listen, judgment-free. You used to have long talks with him back in freshman year, separate from Dina and Ellie, while you watched old movies or played video games together. After Rafael died, he made sure constantly that you stayed stable and took care of yourself. Heâs never failed to be a great friend to you. Â
Thursday morning, you make the decision to text Jesse as you get ready to leave for your first morning class.Â
You let out an audible âuhhhâ as you remember that Jesse shared an apartment with Ellie. Jesse seems to suddenly remember as well a few seconds later.Â
You chuckle as you read Jesseâs last text before putting your phone in your pocket and walking out the front door of your apartment.Â
âSo, you free tomorrow night?â Abby asks.Â
âMm, that depends.âÂ
âOn?âÂ
âOn why youâre asking.â You reply cheekily.Â
Abby chuckles.Â
You were making your way to your Race and Sexuality in Popular Culture class and Abby, who supposedly had some time to kill, was walking you over.Â
âOh, just curious.â Abby says.Â
âUh-huh, just curious.â You reply, rolling your eyes playfully.Â
You stroll down the brick path holding a large textbook to your chest that you couldnât stuff into your backpack with the rest of your things. Abbyâd offered to carry it for you, but you insisted that you were a âstrong and independent woman who didnât need anyone to carry their books for them,â to which Abby laughed.Â
âOh, Iâm just fucking around,â Abby continues. âWanted to see if you wanted to maybe come to this bar with me and my friends. Itâs pretty close by.âÂ
âWow, getting drunk? On a weekday, Miss Anderson?â You joke.Â
âFriday night counts as a weekend, you weirdo.â Abby chuckles.Â
âWhich bar is it?âÂ
âThe Bow and Arrow on Waverly Street.âÂ
You purse your lips at this.Â
The Bow and Arrow was a lesbian bar that was near the universityâs campus. It was a pretty small place with a nice set-up: friendly and welcoming bartenders, TVs that played a variety of movies or that were connected to old consoles for patrons to play retro games on, and a spacious dance floor on the rooftop.Â
Last year when you were still freshly heartbroken, youâd gone to the Bow and Arrow with a few friends from the Wilson Crew. Somehow, you ended up making out with a random girl in a dark corner whoâd been eyeing you all evening. But after theyâd asked if you wanted to go home with them, you chickened out and muttered a quick apology before rejoining your friends.Â
Before then, youâd gone a few times during your freshman year. But after one fateful December night that involved a random stranger, the dance floor, and Ellie, you didnât frequent it much afterwards.Â
Abby doesnât notice your hesitation, which allows you a second to come up with a calculated response.Â
âDo you mind if I think about it? Tomorrowâs kind of a long day for me. Might be too exhausted after all my classes.â You say.Â
âSure, thatâs totally fine.â Abby replies. âNo pressure at all. If you wanna have a chill night, you could also come over and we can watch a movie or something instead.âÂ
You smile at her thoughtfulness.Â
âYouâre sweet,â You say. âBut itâs okay, donât change your plans âcause of me. You should go anyway and have fun with your friends.âÂ
âStill trying to avoid hanging out alone with me, huh?â Abby jokes.Â
You roll your eyes and smile.Â
âYes, thatâs exactly why Iâm letting you walk me to class today.â You reply sarcastically. âDefinitely trying to avoid being around you right now, Anderson.âÂ
âOh, youâre âletting meâ walk you to class, are you?âÂ
âYup,â You say. âNow leave me, I no longer require your services, Miss Anderson.â You joke, gesturing for her to leave the opposite direction.Â
âBossy.â Abby chuckles but continues to walk alongside you.Â
Itâs a slightly chillier day today as October begins to slowly approach November. Youâd opted for an oversized sweater that used to belong to your cousin Rafael (it had his alma mater stitched onto the front and your uncle had gifted it to you sometime after his passing), a beanie, and a pair of thick leggings. When youâd met up with Abby, you pretended not to notice her eyeing your ass in your leggings for half a second when she first spotted you.Â
âAlright,â Abby continues. âHow about tonight? You busy?âÂ
âCanât tonight, sorry.â You say. âMeeting up with a friend.âÂ
âOh?âÂ
âYeah, just having dinner with my friend Jesse.âÂ
âOh, Jesse Chang, right?âÂ
You blink at Abbyâs recognition.Â
âYeah, you know him?âÂ
âJust seen him around and all.â Abby explains. âHeâs at the gym sometimes when Iâm there. He lives with that friend of yours, Ellie, right? Theyâre both there together a lot.âÂ
Your face drops at the mention of Ellie, but Abby has her eyes straight ahead and doesnât catch it.Â
âOh, and I see him sometimes playing guitar on the quad.â Abby continues. âHeâs pretty good.âÂ
You quickly compose yourself.Â
âY-yeah. Heâs known to play since he was a kid. A, uh, a family friend taught him growing up.â You say.Â
You feel a pang in your heart. Joel taught Jesse how to play the guitar when he was younger. Jesse and Ellie.Â
That summer that youâd spent in Jackson, Ellieâd told Joel during a Miller/Williams dinner night about how you were musically inclined. Youâd felt embarrassed but you remember thinking that it was sweet how excited he got. Joel then proceeded to gush all about how he taught Ellie and Jesse how to play the guitar when they were just teenagers. Â
Jesseâd already known how to play piano from lessons heâd been taking and was curious to branch out (Ellie made a comment that he just wanted to learn because playing guitar looked so much cooler to girls). According to Joel, he had been a good, attentive student. When Ellie found out Joel was teaching Jesse, she competitively insisted on being taught too.Â
You remember chuckling when Joelâd told you how much of an impatient and temperamental student Ellie turned out to be. Sheâd easily get frustrated when she forgot a chord and curse herself out when her fingers would slip to play discordantly. But along with her hotheadedness came passion, and Ellie ended up teaching herself quickly into mastering the instrument anyway.Â
Something inside ached when the memories of Jesse and Ellie casually strumming on their guitars flooded back. Youâd watched in admiration as they fucked around and even occasionally wrote songs together. Sometimes youâd sing along to whatever theyâd be playing, and they would joke about how they should start a band (to which youâd tease that Ellie didnât play nice with others to handle being in an organized group).Â
âThatâs nice.â Abby says, interrupting your trance. âYouâre pretty close to him?âÂ
âOh yeah,â You reply. âIâd say heâs one of my closest friends here.âÂ
You quickly feel guilty saying that out loud, knowing that youâd pulled away from both him and Dina the past year.Â
âThatâs pretty sweet,â Abby smiles. âHe seems like a really chill guy.âÂ
âHeâs the best.â You say, smiling back.Â
âWell, I wonât get in the way of some bestie bonding then,â Abby says. âBut at least consider coming out with us tomorrow night?âÂ
Youâre approaching the building of your next class now with just a couple of minutes to spare. You grip your textbook to your chest tightly, almost like it's a source of stress relief. Going out and actually being in public with Abby was a nerve-wracking concept. But you donât want to disappoint her either.Â
âI will,â You say. âI promise.âÂ
âGood.â Abby smiles.Â
âNow, go and get out of here,â You tell her. âYouâre gonna be late for your next class.âÂ
âWhy are you always so eager to get rid of me?â Abby teases.Â
You roll your eyes, amused.Â
âYouâre just so sickenly nice to me that I canât stand to be around you.âÂ
âGet used to it then.â Abby replies.Â
âMm,â You muse. âWeâll see.âÂ
Abby chuckles.Â
âAlright, well, Iâll text you.â She says, waving as she walks off. âSee you, pretty girl.âÂ
You feel blood rushing to your cheeks at this flirty comment as you wave her off. Your grip on your textbook loosens before you turn and proceed into the building.Â
âAnother strawberry milkshake? Really?â You ask as the server walks away.Â
âWhat?! Iâm having a craving!âÂ
You chuckle before taking a sip of your water.Â
Ever the responsible and reliable friend, Jesse was ten minutes early to the diner for your meet-up. Heâd pulled you into one of his classic bear hugs when you came in, and your heart jolted and your eyes teared up. Youâve really missed being around him.Â
âSo, howâve you been, kid?â He asks, leaning back into his chair and crossing his arms.Â
âMm, short or long answer?âÂ
âLong,â He smiles. âI wanna know everything.âÂ
You return his smile uncertainly.Â
âDonât really know how to start, Jess.âÂ
âHow âbout telling me how classes have been going for you?âÂ
You go on for a while about how youâd been handling your schoolwork, Jesse occasionally chiming in about his own classes. He laughed at your anecdotes and asked all the right questions at all the right times. Your orders were placed in front of you as you were complaining about your Women in Classical Antiquity professor who you swore has a vendetta against you.Â
âThen she looks at me like Iâm crazy!â You complain before stuffing your face with a slice of chocolate chip pancake.Â
âYeah, a buddy of mine had her last year, and apparently half the shit she was teaching made no sense.â Jesse replies, licking whipped cream off the top of his milkshake.Â
âIt doesnât!â You exclaim. âLike, Iâm sorry that I corrected you in front of the rest of your students, but like? Do your job right the first time then, bitch!âÂ
Jesse guffaws as you pour more maple syrup over your pancakes.Â
âDude, sheâs gonna fail you for sure if you keep it up.âÂ
âFail me for knowing more about Greek mythology than she does,â You grumble. âGet me up on that podium, and weâll all learn something for a change.âÂ
You continue your tirade for a couple of minutes until the conversation shifts from your classes to your friends.Â
âItâs so cute that theyâve been together since freshman year,â You say, discussing your friends Tara and Astrid who were celebrating their two-year anniversary in a couple of months. âAlthough I guess to you and D, two years is nothing.âÂ
âHey, still an impressive feat. And I definitely agree that theyâre real cute together.â Jesse replies.Â
âNice to know love is real after all.â You joke.Â
Jesse smiles at this but then suddenly looks thoughtful before speaking.
âHow about you, dude?âÂ
âWhat about me?â You ask, finishing off the last of your pancakes and attacking your side of grits.Â
âHowâs your love life been going?âÂ
You pause. This is exactly why youâd invited Jesse out, to confide in him. And yet somehow, you feel your mouth go dry and your heartbeat rapidly increase.Â
Jesse notices your hesitation and puts his elbows on the table, resting his chin on his hands.Â
âWe donât have to talk about it, bud. But Iâm here if you need someone. Judgment-free zone.âÂ
You give him a soft smile. Jesse was so perceptive sometimes.Â
âWell, umm,â You start. âIâm sort of⊠seeing someone? Or trying to see someone, I guess. Not sure what to call it yet.âÂ
âOh, yeah? What does âtryingâ to see someone mean exactly?âÂ
âIt meansâŠâ You sigh. ââŠit means I donât really know what Iâm doing or whatâs going on or if I want to go further.âÂ
Jesse chuckles.Â
âWell, what do you want?â He asks.Â
âIâm not really sure,â You reply honestly. âI guess, Iâm a little tired of feeling lonely, and sheâs so nice to me. She makes me feel good about myself. I donât know. I just havenât actually dated anyone in such a long time.âÂ
âThatâs okay. Itâs been a rough couple of years for you. I donât blame you at all.â Jesse says.Â
You look at him sadly before popping a spoonful of grits into your mouth.Â
âWell, I donât think you should completely force yourself into something youâre unsure about,â Jesse says after taking a sip from his milkshake. âBut I also think that you deserve to be happy. And unfortunately, that means putting yourself out there.âÂ
You scowl at his sage advice.Â
âDo I have to?âÂ
âSorry, kid.â Jesse chuckles and you grimace.Â
âI just want to see you be yourself again,â Jesse continues. âWhether thatâs because you start going out with someone new or because you just leave your apartment more often, it doesnât matter. Do you think this girl could be good for you?âÂ
You contemplate his question seriously for a few moments.Â
âMaybe?â You reply, unsure. âShe could be. I donât know.âÂ
âWell, you donât have to know now,â Jesse says. âJust do what makes you happy, okay? Thatâs really all I want.âÂ
You feel something warm growing instantaneously in your chest. Gratitude is too small of a word for what you felt towards Jesse, and you make a note to yourself to start hanging out with him more.Â
âThanks, Jess. You really are the best.â You say.Â
âHey, that almost rhymed.â He jokes.Â
âOh my god,â You laugh, rolling your eyes. âYouâre so annoying.âÂ
âYouâre a poet and you donât even know it!â He cackles.Â
You take one of your used, syrup-y paper napkins, ball it up, and toss it at his face. He catches it easily, chortling to himself.Â
âGod, youâre a fucking dork!â You say.Â
âDonât be a hater!â He says, holding his hands up defensively.Â
You giggle.Â
âI missed you, Jess.â You say.Â
âMissed you too, kid,â Jesse replies, eyes softening. âYouâve got to come over sometime. I havenât beaten your ass at Smash in forever!âÂ
You give him a hesitant smile, which he notices.Â
âJust come over when sheâs not there.â He says, accurately assuming the reason behind your reluctance.Â
âDude, I donât knowâŠâÂ
âWeâll do it sometime when sheâs not home. Itâll be fine, I promise.â Jesse reassures. âPlus, we havenât had a jam sesh in forever. I miss my jamming partner.âÂ
You smile, remembering the times when Jesse would convince you to teach him something new on his guitar or have you sing along to a song heâd been learning. He almost roped you into performing at an open mic with him back in freshman year, but you ended up chickening out.Â
âDonât you have Ellie for that?â You ask timidly. You find that her name hurts to say out loud.Â
âShe judges me too much for my exquisite and refined music taste,â Jesse complains. âShe nearly threw her knife at me for trying to get her to duet a Taylor Swift song with me.âÂ
You laugh, despite yourself.Â
âYeah, well, thatâs what you get.â You tease.Â
âHey! This is a judgment-free zone. No judging my Swiftie habits.âÂ
You roll your eyes playfully.Â
âHey, by the way,â Jesse suddenly says. âWhoâs the lucky lady?âÂ
âWhat?âÂ
âThe girl that youâre âtryingâ to see or whatever.âÂ
âOh. Right.â You say, biting the inside of your cheek. âItâs umm⊠Abby Anderson.âÂ
You look up to see Jesse with an expression on his face that you donât fully recognize. His eyebrows are furrowed and it looks as if he was trying to connect the dots about something you werenât privy to. After several moments, you see what seems like a sudden realization reach his eyes.Â
âOh shit, umm.â He starts. âYeah, sheâs pretty cool.âÂ
âWhat is it, Jesse?â You ask skeptically.Â
âNo, nothing. Just processing.â He replies unconvincingly.Â
âJesse,â You press. âWhat is it?âÂ
âSeriously, itâs nothing.âÂ
âDude, come on. Donât bullshit me.â You assert. Jesse sighs.Â
âThat justâŠThat just explains a couple of things, thatâs all.âÂ
âWhat things?âÂ
âIââ Jesse starts but his eyes suddenly wander away from you and towards the front door of the diner. âOh, fuck.âÂ
You follow the direction of his gaze. You feel your throat close up and your stomach lurch as you recognize the figures of Dina and Ellie entering the restaurant. The instinct youâd developed the past year to suddenly look elsewhere whenever Ellie entered the room vanished completely when your eyes fell on her face.Â
Ellie was sporting a black eye with a dark gash right underneath. The bruising didnât look fresh, but you can easily tell it happened recently. Your eyes trail down and see that her right hand is also bandaged.Â
âShit.â You hear Jesse mumble, breaking you out of your wildly unravelling thoughts. You turn to face him.Â
âIâm so sorry, man. I had no idea that they were gonna pass byââ Jesse immediately starts to apologize.Â
âI-itâs okay, Jess.â You stutter. âI justââÂ
You fall silent as you glance back towards the pair, your eyes inadvertently meeting Ellieâs ocean green ones. Your faces make the same panicked expression before you both break eye contact to hiss at your respective friends.Â
âYou didnât tell Dina where we were meeting?â You whisper fervently.Â
âI told her that we were gonna hang out, but I completely forgot to mention where.â He says apologetically.Â
âJesseâŠâ You whine.Â
âI know, I know. Iâm sorry, bud. Do you, uh, want me to go over there andââ His sentence is cut short as Dina approaches your table.Â
âHi, babe.â She says, directed at Jesse. âSo, what the fuck?âÂ
âWhy are you here?â You and Jesse demand simultaneously.Â
âWe ordered takeout and we came to pick it up so we didnât have to pay delivery fees.â Dina explains. âJess, why didnât you tell meââÂ
âIâm sorry! I didnât think you were coming out with El!â He says defensively.Â
âFucking hell,â Dina says before turning to you. âIâm sorry, honey. Are you okay?âÂ
âI, umm,â You start, your eyes unwittingly wandering back to Ellie. She was standing awkwardly by the hostâs podium, bouncing back and forth between her feet and twiddling her fingers. She seems determined to look at nothing else but at her Chuck Taylor sneakers. You shift your gaze back to Dina.Â
âY-yeah. Iâm okay.â You say weakly.Â
She smiles sympathetically, putting a comforting hand on your shoulder.Â
âIsâŠâ You begin timidly. âIs that a black eye? O-on Ellie?âÂ
Dina and Jesse share a worried look.Â
âDid you tell her anything?â She asks him.Â
âNo, not yet.â He replies.Â
Dina sighs.Â
âTell me what?â You ask, eyebrows furrowing.Â
Dinaâs hand squeezes your shoulder lightly.Â
âItâsââ She begins. âItâs kind of⊠private.âÂ
âOhâ is all you say in response. You feel a little rebuffed and excluded, but you decide not to press further. You knew it wasnât your business. And after all, you were no longer a foursome.Â
âWeâre just gonna grab our food and go, okay?â Dina assures. âIâll text you later, hun.â She says to you.Â
âO-okayâŠâ You reply meekly and watch as Dina makes her way back to Ellie.Â
Neither you nor Jesse says anything. From your peripheral vision, you see Dina and Ellie seemingly argue about something for a few moments before the hostess arrives with a plastic bag of food, which Ellie grabs with her good hand. They leave without another glance back at you.Â
âJess, IâmâŠâ You say after a second or two of silence. âIâm gonna go use the bathroom real quick, okay?âÂ
Jesse responds with a simple âokay.â His eyes meet yours with an acknowledgement that you merely need a second to yourself. You nod, silently thanking him for his understanding before making your way to the dinerâs bathrooms.Â
As you shut the door behind you, you lean against it and weep silently.Â
Why? Why am I here again?Â
You realize that it hasnât even been a week since you were in this same, empty diner bathroom, breaking down and crying tears of frustration.Â
Am I not allowed to catch a fucking break?Â
You spend a couple of minutes breathing deeply the way your old therapist taught you before you can wrench yourself off from the door and look at yourself in the mirror.Â
Please, just⊠please.Â
Your right hand unwittingly comes up to touch your face, right where Ellieâs injury had been on hers.Â
What the hell did she get herself into?Â
Ellie wasnât inherently a violent person, but she didnât shy away from it either. She was reckless and impulsive, something about her that you used to love but also dread. A memory starts forming in your head, of you and Ellie and that December night at the Bow and Arrow.Â
Your reminiscence is suddenly interrupted by your phone buzzing in your pocket. You take it out to see you got a text.Â
Abby?Â
You unlock your phone, giggling when you read her message.Â
She really is so nice to me.Â
Your heart starts to feel warm before it stops completely upon reading her follow-up texts.Â
O-oh. Oh, okay.Â
You gulp and feel a chill going down your spine. You almost feel the need to look around and make sure nobody is watching you, only to remember you were alone in the bathroom. Your phone buzzes with another message.Â
You chuckle nervously at Abbyâs last message.Â
Sheâs bold, Iâll give her that.Â
You chew on your lip for a few moments while one hand grips your phone tightly and the other taps nervously on the bathroom counter. You take a deep breath.Â
Fuck it.Â
Remembering Jesseâs advice, you make the decision to put yourself out there again.Â
Hastily putting your phone back in your pocket before Abby can text back, you feel every nerve in your body tremble. Your heart hammers rapidly in your chest, but you stare at your reflection resolutely.Â
Abby likes you, okay? I think. And I think I can like her too. This is a chance to be part of something healthy for once.Â
You stand in front of the mirror, conducting your breathing exercises and attempting to convince yourself.Â
Back at your table while waiting for your return, Jesse is hastily questioning Dina through text if Abby Anderson was the reason that Frat Guy Adam was nearly beaten to a bloody pulp by the hands of Ellie.
authorâs notes:
omg a million years later and i finally update? gasp. now everyone clap for belle (pls clap)
tbh i was too lazy to do all the phone texting parts with the format i did in the past chapters cause i hate having to mess around with the html format for the customized grey text, so my lazy ass just did screenshots of the texts instead, sorry slfkjsddsf
if you recognize the lesbian bar that i loosely based the bow and arrow on, no you didnât
iâve been replaying tlou2 lately and i know many of yâall headcanon jesse as a himbo which i honestly love, iâm obsessed with himbo!jesse, but i personally didnât wanna ignore the fact that jesseâs actually a very intelligent and level-headed guy whoâs extremely organized and whoâs a natural leader and etc. letâs acknowledge this jesse more!
also jesseâs last name is merely inspired by the last name of the actor who plays him (stephen chang)
also jesse is a musician because i say so. iâm also hcing him as having taken piano lessons as a kid cause which of us asian kids werenât forced to take piano lessons or whatever when we were kids, letâs be real (i took them briefly but they were boring and iâd already known and i also mostly taught myself anyway)
the part about reader's professor not knowing how to teach her own class is just me being still bitter over a mythology professor who kept trying to fail me cause i knew more about greek mythology than she did (she couldn't cause i was literally correct all the time). the bitch even tried to accuse me of plagiarism! i'm still mad.
i added in the part about ellie not inherently being a violent person as a passive-aggressive reference to craig mazin, the creator of the hbo show, who says that ellie has a violent heart when she does NOT, he does not understand our girl at all
the image i used as abby's selfie is of the body model that they based abby's character on, colleen fotsch!
wow i added waaaay too much in the authorâs notes lol sorry belle has adhd everyone
anyway thank you for bearing with me as i take time uploading. replies and reblogs and messages are fuel to new chapters, so pretty please! indulge me!
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when they think you're going on a date with someone else
a/n: I NEED A REVIVAL OF THE HAIKYUU FANDOM PLS. I NEED HAIKYUU MOOTS TO HELP W THIS BRAINROT.
tw // jealousy, possessiveness, nsfw-ish (no explicit scenes), fwb to lovers, childhood friends to lovers, exes to lovers, mutual pining
part 2 (iwaizumi, kunimi)
ATSUMU
classic fwb to lovers
you and atsumu have been messing around for about a year now, and in the beginning, neither of you wanted anything serious
but over time, you learned each others quirks and habits
he would make you coffee when you woke up and you'd make breakfast and with a chaste kiss to the cheek, you would start your days
you would spend most of your day after work in his apartment just hanging out, watching movies, making dinner, playing board games really anything to spend more time with each other
totally normal fwb behavior!
but one day he noticed that you were a little more dressed up than usual and he couldn't help but ask
"why're you all dolled up tonight sweetheart?" "oh a co-worker asked me out!"
he had never really considered the status of your relationship, but something about you going out with another man rubbed him the wrong way but he couldn't quite put his finger on what it was
you were on your way out when you thought he was going in for his usual kiss on the cheek
what you weren't expecting was him to go for your neck, leaving a trail of hickies that had you gripping his shirt and when he looked down your dress, he caught a glimpse of his favorite lingerie set, his
"wouldn't want someone to get the wrong idea, you're mine sweetheart, don't you ever forget that"
you could hear the silent desperation in his voice despite his arrogant facade
needless to say you didn't go anywhere that night
what he didn't know was that you had no intention of going on this non-existent date in the first place but what he didn't know couldn't hurt him
RINTARO
childhood friends to lovers! (personally my favorite trope)
you'd known rin since elementary school, somehow making it all the way to college together
you were inseparable and everyone around you thought you were together
with all the people both of you had rejected in the two decades of being friends, everyone had backed off of both of you after a while
lately you were busy with school and rin was also getting busy with his plans on going pro
over the past six months, you guys hadn't really spend that much time together and while you had missed spending time together you both knew there would always be time in the future for each other
or so you thought
because you had spent so much time apart, people thought that the both of you had become fair game
up until that point, you had both chalked up your lack of love lives to general disinterest in romance
but after you had saw rin at a cafe, your favorite cafe, on a date with his new manager, you came to the realization that you were in love with your best friend
but you thought it was too late, so you had entirely ceased contact with him which hurt him but he wanted to respect your boundaries so he let you be
what he didn't expect was to see you three months later during his practice but before he could reach you, he saw you waving past him, right at one of his teammates
he watched as the man jogged up to you, pulling you into a hug and talking with you animatedly
he was usually a pretty chill guy, but in that moment something lit in his chest that he had never felt before
was that jealousy? he knew he had no right to be jealous, seeing as how he'd gone on his fair share of dates in the past few months but no one caught his interest long enough to last anyways so it wasn't the same as what you were doing to him now
before you realized it, you felt someone loop their arms around your waist from behind
"hey princess, been a while. who's this?" "y/n you never told me this was the infamous rin!"
there was a petty satisfaction in knowing that you had talked about him to other men, especially to men that you were seemingly dating
"rin, this is my cousin, haven't you met before?"
he had a vague memory of meeting someone similar in appearance during high school at your 18th birthday party, but he was too enraptured on how you looked that night to really care about all the people you were introducing him to
his cheeks immediately took on a dark pink hue and he released you with a nervous chuckle
"oh hahah yeah, of course I remember I'm just.. not wearing my glasses today!" "rin, you don't wear glasses"
needless to say you still teased him about that incident to this day, your daughter finding it especially amusing that her stoic father could get flustered so easily, but only for his wife
KIYOOMI
exes to lovers, my second favorite trope!
you and kiyoomi had dated during high school, but neither of you were really ready for what being in a full blown committed relationship meant
kiyoomi had a relatively hard time expressing himself and while you tried your best to encourage him to be more open with his feelings, he genuinely couldn't and so after graduation you had broken up
once you parted ways, he realized his mistake but didn't want to disrupt the life that you were planning on building for yourself, one that he thought would be radically different than the life of a pro athlete
a few years passed and while he occasionally thought of you, it hurt less over time and eventually he had gotten over you
until he saw you with his team one day, well he had heard about you first
"have you guys seen our new athletic trainer? she's so fine, wanna bet who could get with her first?"
he was never one to entertain silly games like that, so he brushed off atsumu's words not really thinking about it
he watched in slow motion as you walked in, waving at atsumu first before turning your head and making eye contact with him before waving at him too, albeit a little less enthusiastically and that hurt him just a little
atsumu sprinted up to you, overhearing him talk about the guy that he saw you with the night before and whining about how you wouldn't give him a chance
"'tsumu he was just a friend, pinky promise!"
he couldn't control himself as he marched straight up to you, grabbing your wrist and dragging you across the gym
"well hello to you too kiyoomi, nice to see you after five years, how are you doing?"
he ignored the sarcasm
"hi y/n, nice to see you after five years too, how are you doing? who's this new guy you're with?"
to say you were surprised was an understatement, his mocking tone catching you off guard
"why do you care? he really was just a friend"
he still wasn't buying it, but after looking into your eyes after five years he couldn't help but spill out all the words that he's wanted to tell you since you had broken up
"and can you please call me omi again?"
his meek tone threw you off, but you would be lying if you didn't say that you were overjoyed at the prospect of finally being able to make things work
"omi, the guy I was meeting with the other night was komori. he needed help planning his proposal so we went out to dinner together. and by the way, I know you didn't ask but yes, I would love to hang out with you after practice"
after all these years you could still read his mind and that thought made his heart flutter in a way that it hadn't since high school
"promise I'll treat you right this time around baby, you aren't going anywhere"
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Hi long time listener first time caller!
Wanted to share my thoughts on a reader who's very "take it or leave it" in terms of romance. They accidentally respond to Jade and Floyd's courtship thinking they were just being nice.
Oh you both made me dinner? That's nice of you.
You made me some jewelry? Thanks I'll wear it, dont have much jewelry anyways.
You wanna massage my shoulders and feet because I look like I had a rough day? That's very considerate of you.
*yaaaaaaaawns* whoops sorry didn't get a lot of sleep last night haha... why are you two so excited? Why are we going to your room? What do you mean we're married now?
You wake up the next morning sandwiched between two very happy eels. You keep reminding yourself you have to give it to them straight and tell that you didn't know they were courting you before feelings got hurt. You keep trying but things keep getting in the way.
Listen guys we gotta talk I didn't know... *gets covered in welcome home kisses and hugs*
Hey uh if you have a moment I- *floyd grabs you and takes you to the couch for suprise naptime*
Jade we gotta... you need me to help sample a new menu? *stomach growls* Okay fine but we're talking after. *forgets due to food coma*
Hey about this whole mate thing... wait... that video games not supposed to come out for weeks, how the hell did you get it? Your families connections? *spends the rest of the night wrapped in a blanket with the twins playing the game.*
They are ideal mates to you. You keep trying until one day you realize you actually look forward to going home to see them. You like spending time with them and holy hell you have to remind yourself never to yawn around them unless you want them to drag you to bed to have your world sufficiently rocked... holy shit are you actually in love?
I responded to an ask with a similar idea to this, but I'm at work so I can't find the link rn. But yeah, they essentially Pavlov dog you on accident.
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lost and found
pairing: soft dom!joel miller x f!reader
word count: ~4k
summary: your arrangement with joel miller is built on mutual trust. what happens when, in the throes of hedonism, he himself breaks that trust?
warnings: this is a dark, EXPLICIT fic, minors do not interact! no outbreak au, so many unrequited feelings, angsty angst angst angst, explicit p-in-v sex, dubious consent, use of a safeword, teeth-rotting aftercare and fluff, brief use of a sex toy, bath sex, brief depiction of make-up sex, somewhat (definitely) blasphemous and makes a mocking of religion (i'm not sorry :>>>>)
note: thank you very dearly for reading! please let me know what you think and what you see next; asks are very much welcome, reblogs and comments are much appreciated!
âSee, this is why you need me, sweet girl. Because otherwise, whoâs goinâ to make you feel this good?â
It was those words that follow you every day since youâve begun such a tumultuous connection with the Texan contractor. Those words that stayed with you when you woke up from his tongue between your legs after the first night you fucked together. The words that stayed together when you made an arrangement. When you finally submitted to him.
You meet him in a shared apartment, in darkness, as well-put as could be from a day of work, kneeling with your wrists presented before you. By the end of the night, moments before he drops you off, he looks over your smeared lipstick, your neck littered with blood-red hickeys of his doing, wrists red. He'd look you over, then he'd smirk, waiting for you to turn back and wave goodbye. Only then will he have the last word. "See you next week, darlin'."
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You met him at trivia night, glasses on, glass of whisky in hand, mere purveyor to the chaos you were causing. You, who he noticed to be naturally shy, sipping away at some colorful drink the weeks before, standing actively on your toes as you excitedly whisper the answer to a question. He saw, too, how happy you got, jumping on your feet when your little band of three pulls ahead in the game. But what caught his attention was how good you are. How you immediately sat down when your team asks you to, how you willingly go for drinks at the bar, not five feet from where he sat, emanating warmth from excitement.
You were so goddamn willing, he had to adjust himself once or twice, pictures of your submission burnt into the crevices of his brain. So when he had the chance, he had to take it.
âHow didâya know so much about the sixties, sugar?â he asked as you squeezed into the seat beside him, barely managing to steal it from the crowded bar. When you looked at him, he swore he almost saw your eyes gloss over from shyness. You just had to be adorable.
 âOh! Well⊠I spent a lot of time with my grandparents.â You look down, fiddling with your drink before chuckling. âI didnât know we were getting so much attention.â He swore he almost felt his cock twitch in his pants. Already, you were being so good, he physically had to swallow down the images of you happily bent over his desk with the rest of his whisky, throat burning be damned.
He realized, quite easily, that if he wanted you, he was going to have to be creative about it. And if he really wanted you, he had to put the effort in showing you he could be trusted; that heâll take care of you. So he smiles, a calm smirk accompanying his salt-and-pepper beard, the warm crinkles in his eyes as he stills himself. He takes a deep breath, and it becomes so easy.
The night ends with you pressed against the door of your apartment, panties pushed to the side as he breathes whiskey into your face while you chuckle nervously. âDâyou want it, sugar? Câmon, I need some wordsâŠâ He almost wished he could take a photo of your face the moment he spears you open with his aching cock, cunt already fucked out by his fingers during the feverish truck drive where you almost get him lost from hazy directions.
He teaches you your safe words that night. An analogy of stoplightsâ halting reds, questioning yellows, and bright green gos.
He constantly checks in, and all you tell him is to go, go, go.
â
He likes it when you call him sir, a remnant of his Southern manners. Your cheeks warm up whenever you say it. He noticed when he had begun to cup your face, asking you to tell him what you wanted.
Just you, sir. All you, pleaseâŠ
Heâs so indulgent about it, so eager to give you the pleasure you so desperately wanted without saying anything. But sometimes, that primal urge to own you manifests itself, as well. He particularly enjoyed the act of overstimulation. Just the sight of you, cockdumb and broken, limbs trembling from the way he manipulated the pleasure from your body⊠how could he ever resist? Itâs why he was so willing to split an apartment with you; one meant for your excursions and hedonistic urges; the house of desire itself with a king-sized bed and a hot tub to defile.
You were chaos and innocence all in one, sweet like honey and sudden like the weather. Incomprehensible, unique you. Simply put, he enjoyed you. And the fact that you belonged to him will never stop getting him hard just from the mere thought of it. He started thinking he finally understood what it meant to be enthralled by someone. When you open your mouth wide, tongue extended and waiting for any shred of him to swallow, when you lay on his chest post-coitus with the sated nature of a feral cat, when he sees your perfect lipstick, waiting to be ruined by kisses.
Of course heâs insatiable. He will always keep wanting more. Perhaps it was that insatiability that led to that storming night.
â
He shouldâve noticed when he opened the door and you were looking out of the window, eerily quiet, with the weight of the world on your shoulders. He drops the keys on the dining table, crossing his way to you, hands wrapping around your waist as he kisses your exposed shoulder teasingly.Â
âLet me take your mind off of it, darlinâ,â he whispers, and you feign a giggle at the way his beard prickles your skin. âHad a tough day, didnât ya?â You look to him as if you were about to confess something, say something and break your usual submissive silence. But you catch his eye and you melt further into his touch instead as you sigh softly.
âJust missed you a little too much, sirâŠâ
It satisfies him. It feeds his ego. But just in case⊠âGive me a colour, pretty baby. SâalrightâŠâ
You gulp, feeling your fingers turn cold as you process your thoughts. With a sigh, you press a kiss to his jaw.
âGreen, sir.â
The word barely leaves your lips before heâs kissing you, swallowing down your soft whimpers as his strong arms take you, carrying you to the bedroom with renewed urge and desire. Settling you down on fresh sheets, he peers over your pretty little sundress, your perfect little face, chuckling at the shyness washing over you in the low lamplight. He kisses you again, insatiable hands tearing open your dress as your breath hitches, He does not stop, pressing wanton kisses down your collarbone, your breast, your stomach, spreading your legs so he can settle right between them.
âYâwanna tell me why you werenât answering my calls, darlinâ?â
You try not imagine the panic you must have caused him for that very reason. The fact that you left him a message at three in the afternoon, I need to see you, sir. Only to have your phone switched off. There is probably a barrage of messages and missed calls. But seeing you here, he finally seems to settle. He seems to ignore your creased forehead, your shaky breaths.
âMy phone died⊠I- Iâm sorryâŠâ He shushes you, kissing you again and running his thumb over your painted lips with a smile. âI just missed you, sir.â
You notice his eyes darkening, hands traveling down the expanse of your stomach, embracing and caressing each curve before his right hand completely cups your wanton cunt, willing and warm to the touch. âI think I can do somethinâ about that.â He pushes your underwear aside, two fingers delving into the soft, sticky warmth of your desire, spreading you open just for him. He periodically asks for your status, a colour to confirm your consent. You see it as a way of him asking if he could do the things he was already doing.
Green for the fingers already spreading you open. Green to take off the dress he had already torn off. Green to mark up the neck that already bore the wetness of his saliva.
âHow was trivia night last night, sugar? I couldnât get out of work soon enough to catch you thereâŠâ You manage a soft chuckle, now embracing him with a breathy kiss. âAlthough, I believe I heard from Clark that you did well enough, no?â
Your soft giggles melt against the skin of his jaw, your shaky breaths stuttering as you hear the clink of his belt buckle and the shuffling of his jeans. âGood old nineties, sir,â you murmur. âYour playlist was sufficient enough of a reviewer to carry me through.â Itâs his turn to chuckle, cupping your face and peering down at you as he affectionately pinches the apple of your cheek with a sigh.
âOne more âold manâ quip out of you and youâll be askinâ for a punishment, liâl girl.â
You manage a soft smile. You like it when he cares. You like him like this. But just as easily as it came, the softness soon disappears as he returns to working the clothes off of your body, looking over the way your skin is void of the markings he left the last time he had you. You try to comprehend the secrets between his furrowed brow, the mutterings you try to hear in the semi-darkness. He always had a way of keeping that same professional barrier between the two of you, a barrier that you never know where it truly stood. A barrier of multiple dimensions. A barrier that was the sole purpose why you never confessed you stopped dating ever since he came into your life.
You remember the time you almost did. You had called him one evening, dressed up in the same apartment, bottle of wine chilled, rose petals all over the sheets. You told him you wanted to see him. You didnât expect the ease that came with his rebuttal. Canât tonight, darlinâ, I have a lady friend keepinâ me company. How âbout Friday? You pretend, as you find yourself doing more and more often. You tell him to have a nice evening. You drink an entire bottle of wine by yourself. You dispose of the rose petals and ensure you left no traces by morning.
Looking at him now, he still remains cool, professional, boundaries locked and loaded between your bodies even when he presses the bulbous tip of a vibrator directly over where you need him most, firing it up the moment you said green. He told you once he loved the way you squealed for him, that it makes his chest bubble with incomprehensible glee knowing he could drive such noises from you, that shy little vixen that knelt for him when he said the word and opened her mouth wide. Maybe thatâs why he always enjoyed pushing you to your limits.
Maybe thatâs what he wanted to do now.
And you had to admit, you were willing to let him try.
The vibration jostles through your flesh, shaking awake your tendons. The initial shock sent your legs flailing, spreading, and eventually welcoming the affection. âThatâs it⊠let me in, babyâŠâ
Your cries emanate as the shock of the first orgasm shakes through your completely naked body, brushing against the course fabric of his jeans, his small snicker leaving him before he could stop it. ââCourse youâre so easy, pretty lady.â You feel your cheeks warm up at his words, looking into his eyes as he raises a brow, as if waiting for you to give him his dues.
Itâs when you return to yourself, blinking away the haze in your head as you tilt your head back. âThank you, sir⊠oh, ohâ thank you!â When you look back, you see him through the mist in your vision, see that slow, cocky smirk encompassing his features. He likes this. He likes the way youâre absolutely fucked out like this.
The buzzing stops, and you blink awake shakily up at him. He leans down to kiss you gently, sighing as you come down from your orgasmic bliss. âHow are we feelinâ, baby doll?â
You grin up at him. Green, green, green.
He looks down at you, with that shit-eating grin on your face that you always have when youâre brimming with excitement and ready to burst. He tries to read your eyes just as you grow shy, turning over to embrace the pillow you lay on. What should he do when the prettiest girl in the world says âgreenâ so voraciously?
There was only one answer. He can only go, go, go.
â
Joel Miller rarely calls anything heaven. He rarely finds anything that is so divine that he can surrender so easily in worship. And if he does, itâs even rarer that he is driven by anything so much as to take divinity into his own hands. But with you⊠he swore he finally saw the face of God. And it was dangerous. It was dangerous because it had awakened an arcane starvation that almost harkens back to his own primordial longings.
You tell him green, but if he was capable of confession, if he was more vulnerable to you⊠heâd confess that heâd gone blind, his senses dulled and only drawn to one thing and one thing only: and it was to take and take from you.
That was why he fucks you wide open with his cock, your walls trembling with the first sign of overstimulation. He sees the first sign of your hesitation and he barely stops himself to look you in the eye to say your status. You barely manage to tell him green, with a tone of hesitation, and he immediately pummels his hardness into your aching cunt, embracing you in his tense arms, growling into your ear as you feel his lips sucking a brand new hickey at the very crook of your neck.Â
If he was confessing, he would say all he saw was the red of his blood pumping through his brain. It is only a few seconds later that he finally hears that shy, trembling voice of yours, echoing like a hysterical cry that tears through his defences. It is the words you had never uttered in these moments before now.
âRed, red, red!â
Immediately, Joel flies apart from you like shrapnel, blinking his eyes open just in time to see your grief-stricken face, splotchy from tears as you curl up in the upper middle of the large bed. From here, he finally sees the aftermath of his mindless fucking. His fingertips marking your skin, lovebite blood red and raging just as you peer up at him with eyes lit up with an emotion he had never seen before. You had never stared at him with that much fear before.
He attempts to reach for you, only to be frozen in his tracks the moment you flinched further upwards against the mattress. His blood runs cold when he hears your words. âIâm sorry, Iâm sorry, sirââ
Had he been that absolutely careless over youâ precious, darling you that entrusted herself so fully to him? Had he been that selfish, so enthralled by the callings of his own flesh? This is the price he had to pay for tasting divinityâ he just had to ruin you for it. He slowly recedes, heart thumping in his chest as he tucks himself back into his pants, keeping his hands visible for you, your watchful eyes never blinking away from you.
âItâs alright, darlinâ. Itâs alright. Weâve stopped.â Gently, he helps, carefully handing you a dressing robe to regain some form of second skin. He ascertains that his bare hands does not brush against you, not unless you ask him to. Not unless you wanted it. He did not deserve such a privilege, not after what heâs done. Not after how he broke your trust.
He shakes away the thoughts and self-doubt from the recesses of his brain. You do not need his remorse. What you needed was to be taken care of. What you needed was him to fulfill the role he had promised you from the very start of your⊠partnership. Whatever it was you had. The minutes pass in the silence. The apartment is silent, except for your shaky breaths as he waits for you to calm down.
âSugarâŠâ your bright doe eyes look to him, reddened slightly by tears before softening, your hands slowly moving to reach for him. He stops himself. âWhat do you want me to do, doll?â
You finally find the voice to speak again. âJust hold me⊠please.â Joel gently settles by your side, embracing you as you hide your face into his bare chest. With how close you press yourself to him, you feel the pounding of his chest. You feel your skin prickle, looking up into his eyes in soft, comfortable silence. âItâs like you couldnât see me anymore when⊠whenâŠâ
He hears your breath hitch and he gently shushes you, carefully pressing kisses to the crown of your head. âWhy did you apologize, sugar?â
It's difficult to comprehend feelings in an agreement that is supposedly devoid of them. It's difficult to reflect when you think you know every possibility when you say the truth and nothing but the truth. But you know, too, that you cannot solve the breaking of oneâs trust, yours in this case, with the breaking of othersâ trust. So you swallow, gather your thoughts.
âYouâve⊠you always made it feel like itâs my⊠my privilege to feel so good and⊠andâŠâ you sniffle, burying your face against him once more as you sigh. âI feel guilty for⊠for having toâasking toâstop.â You feel his breath still, and you tug him closer out of guilt. Itâs as if the motion gently shakes him awake and he embraces you, pressing careful kisses where he was able to.
âThat was never my intention, darlinâ...â He gently maneuvers you, just enough so you had to look into his eyesâ those soft, warm eyes that looked at you the night you met in the bar. âI should be sorry, and I am. God, doll⊠we built this⊠us⊠we built it on the idea that we entrust each other with our⊠vulnerabilities, and that those vulnerabilities arenât exploited.â He cups your face, the way he always does, but his touch his careful, the way one grasps precious. âYou trusted me, sugar, and Iâve been reckless with my pretty girl. Iâm so sorry.â
He barely finishes the last word before youâre kissing him, arms wrapping around him in comfortable silence as he cradles you, lets you indulge until you are the first to pull away. âLet me make it up to you, yeah?â he whispers, the prickle of his beard against your jaw enough to make you giggle. âHow does a bath sound?â You manage a small nod, winding down from the events of the evening as he cradles you, gently bringing you to the bathroom and seating you on the nearest counter as he leans over to prepare the warm bath, head turned away from you with a sigh.
The confession lays heavy on your lips. The confession that youâre falling for him, eyes closed, no turning back. Youâre in love with him, but you think in telling him, you risk losing this⊠having him in the soft silences where you can be vulnerable for him and only for him. You tell him, and you picture the nights alone, guarding yourself and knowing happiness shall not exist anymore for you. Not in this lifetime.
âDo you want me to give you some privacy?â
You look to him in silence before taking a deep breath, shaking your head before biting your lip. âStay with me,â you whisper, looking down at your feet as he settles before you. âPlease donât go too far from me.â
Itâs how the two of you end up, with you on his lap, the warm water encompassing the two of you as gently scrubs through your back with slow, careful circles. âPromise me something,â he says, breaking the silence as he carefully pulls you closer to him. âNever ever think you cannot say no to me ever again.â Your head rears to look into his eyes and he couldnât help but chuckle, kissing your cheek lovingly. âIâd rather have your scorn than seeinâ you afraid of me, darlinâ.â
You promise him. As if you would deprive him of anything ever again. As if you could bear the way you saw his heart break from your reaction earlier that evening. As if you could bear the sight of him pulling away from you ever again. If it meant keeping him this close to you for some time moreâbe it a day, another evening, another month, another yearâyouâd take everything you can.
The both of you make up shortly thereafter. Joel is half-surprised to see you crawling on top of him, facing him as you ask him. He groans at the feel of your nails digging down into the back of his neck as you fuck yourself on him. He lets you take what you want. As if he can deprive you of anything, be it affection or debauchery. He takes you by your word when you ask him to take you to bedâ and he makes love to you in the darkness.
You are his God and all the Saints in the body of one mortal. Daisies and thunderstorms and metamorphoses combined. He looks for you in the other people he meets. But they do not have your shyness, your bright smile, nor the complete surrender you offer so willingly to him. He wonders, sometimes, in the darkness, if he will ever find it within himself to cross the boundaries he himself had built. So he tells you he loves you in other ways. When he cradles your face, when he wipes you clean post-coitus, showering your skin with kisses. When he embraces you in his arms when you drift to sleep with a wide, warm smile of peace etched on your face. He whispers it, sometimes, when he kisses your forehead before he leaves, dressed in his clothes from last night.
Heâll rather have you like this. If, by some twist of fate, he loses the presence of your divinity, then he shall forever return to this momentâ you on your hands and knees with your back arching into his touch, your warm breath, your trembling breast. Perhaps an eternity, locked together this way, is the closest to heaven he will ever come across. And should he face damnation, flailed and torn apart by hail at the second circle of hell, he shall regret nothing. Should he be offered salvation in exchange of forgetting you, he shall spit at the face of God with a smile. Heâd tell Him heâll do it all over again.
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A/N: this is the part where i say sorry for letting my current reads and whatnot influence what i'm writing. but this is also your sign to read the divine comedy if you want to :'DDD thank you so so so much for reading!!
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