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tlou-reid · 9 months

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Cardigan ❤︎ Spencer Reid

♡ SUMMARY: spencer is finally home and all fem!reader wants is to be close with him (i picture this as season 9 reid but you do you)

♡ WARNINGS: smut, unprotected piv (be safe!) , ass slapping, fluffy smut, spencer being a cutie, showering together, not edited, 18+ minors dni

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Spencer could’ve sworn you could hear his heavy footsteps as he made his way up the apartment building’s stairs. He had called you a few hours ago and let you know that they were finally loading up the jet to go home. After an excruciating, exhausting, and downright horrendous case all Spencer wanted to do was go home to you.

You couldn’t help yourself from making your way to the kitchen after hanging up with Spencer. It wasn’t that you felt the need to cook for him; he was a grown man, he could do it himself if he wanted food. But it was an act of love. After being away for almost two weeks and nothing but fast food and vending machine snacks, you knew he’d appreciate a warm, home cooked meal.

You heard the keyhole in the door turn as you sat his plate on the dining room table. You made your way to the door to be able to greet him as soon as he came in. The grin that spread across your face as he opened the door quickly faded as you saw the deep dark circles under his eyes. He looked so, so tired. Your heart fell, knowing he must have had an awful two weeks.

“Spence,” you said lovingly, reaching for his shoulders. His body instantly relaxed as you rubbed the tension out of his body. He stood in the doorway as your hands slid from his shoulders down his chest. Your hands followed the buttons of his purple cardigan down, undoing them as you went. Neither of you said anything, just allowing your actions to convey how much you missed him, how much you loved him, and how much you hoped he was feeling okay.

When his cardigan was fully unbuttoned your hands traced back up to his shoulders, helping him take it off. You grabbed his hand, lightly tugging him inside and setting his cardigan on the arm of the couch, him shutting the door as you did so. Still silent, you led him to the table by his hand, pulling his chair out and allowing him to sit.

Your hand ran through his hair before you leaned down to press a kiss to his forehead. Spencer’s eyes fell shut as your lips pressed against his skin. “You okay?” You spoke softly. Spencer just nodded, reaching towards to wrap his hands around your waist. His dinner plate was forgotten, but he made a mental note to thank you for the gesture later, as he pulled you into his lap. “Rough week,” was all he said.

You nodded, letting him bury his head into your shoulder. You knew sometimes this is what Spencer needed. Despite not liking when people touched him, he craved yours. It was like you were his own personal sense of home, and everything was okay as long as he could feel your skin. No killers, no victims, no violence, no nightmares. Just you and your soft skin and gentle touch. That was all he needed.

You weren’t sure how long you two stayed like that; just wrapped up with each other. His plate had definitely gone cold by the time his hands unwrapped from your waist. “I’m sorry,” he mumbled as you got off his lap, “I’m just really hungry.” You giggled, offering to heat his plate up for him. He declined, assuring you that your cooking was more than enough, and he was just grateful to have something to eat already made. Both of your hearts were full of love as you sat while he ate, continually complimenting your cooking.

When Spencer was done, you quickly cleared his plate for him, just sitting it by the sink for one of you to worry about tomorrow. You, once again, grabbed his hand and gently guided him to your shared bedroom. Physically, he wasn’t fragile. Spencer was strong. He’d been through more than almost anyone else on the planet, and he took it in stride. He took whatever came at him and not only moved on from it, but grew from it. But you were still scared he would break. After all, a person could only take so much.

“Shower with me?” Spencer asked once you both reached the bedroom. He sat on the edge to untie his converses. “Of course,” you hummed already making your way to the connected bathroom. You were turning on the water when Spencer entered the room, wearing only his boxers. You couldn’t help yourself as your eyes traced over every nook and cranny of his body. He was so beautiful. After a week, you were dying to be near him. To touch him. To have him touch you.

Spencer could feel the energy shift as he came in. He watched you as you undressed, stepping into the shower. He followed closely, letting his hand run over your chest as he stepped in. You guys stood facing each other, letting the warm water run over you. You held eye contact as you leaned to kiss him. You’d missed the feeling of his lips against yours.

He was the one who deepened the kiss. He could only control himself so much after being away for so long. He thought of you every night. Even when he couldn’t talk to you, you were on his mind.

His hands were on each side of your face as you made out in the shower. His tongue slipped into your mouth and your hands wrapped around his waist to pull him closer. God, you really did miss him.

Just as quickly as he deepened your kiss, he broke it. “I’m really sweaty,” he chuckled reaching for a rag to soap up. You washed each other. You noticed his half-hard cock as you washed his legs. You couldn’t help but press a kiss on his happy trail. He smiled when you stood up to face him again, pressing another kiss to your lips.

Spencer wrapped a large, fluffy towel around your body when you stepped out. He smiled as he ran his hands along your shoulders. He couldn’t help but give you another kiss before leaving the bathroom.

“Come here,” Spencer beckoned, bringing you over to the bed. You held your towel tight to your body as he leaned into where you stood between his legs. He was sitting, trapping you between his open, man-spreading legs. He started pressing deep kisses into your neck and mumbling how much he missed you in-between them. Your grip on your towel loosened as he showered you with love.

He noticed this, reaching up to move your hand completely. He was sucking a mark into your neck as he pulled your towel down. His mouth moved down, as did his hands. As he spread kisses across your chest, Spencer pulled you into his lap. Once you were straddling him, he attached himself to your left nipple. He kept one hand around your waist and brought the other up to toy with your right one.

“Spence,” you groaned, pushing yourself closer to him. After him being gone for so long, it was so easy for him to turn you on. Spencer could feel the wetness that had pooled around your pussy from where you were on his lap.

“Yes, baby?” He questioned, knowing what you wanted but wanted to hear you say it. “I want you,” you whined, dragging your pussy along his hard cock. “I’m tired baby, I don’t know if I can give it to you.” You whined at his teasing words.

He wasn’t lying. He was exhausted. He didn’t know how long he would last once he was inside of you.

“That’s okay,” you mewled, dropping your head into his shoulder, “I can do it myself, if that’s okay.” Spencer smiled, and let out a soft moan at your sweet, but dirty words. “Of course that’s okay,” he said.

That was all you needed, reaching a hand down in between you two and lining him up with your entrance. His hands rested on your waist as you sat down on him. You both let out a matching groan as you fully took him. “I missed you so fucking much.” Spencer said, moving forward to kiss you.

Your movements started light, barely lifting yourself off of his cock. The drag of his length inside of you felt so good as you bounced on his dick. As your movements started to pick up, Spencer was groaning underneath you, loving the way your ass slapped against his thighs as you bounced on him. He couldn’t help himself as he reached down to give it a light slap, before gripping it hard.

You let out a loud moan as you felt him guide your movements from behind. You pressed kisses into his neck as he moved you. You wanted to leave marks on him, just like he did to you, but you couldn’t. He’d have to leave again and you didn’t want anyone else to see the filthy things you two did when you were alone.

Spencer’s words were broken and weak as he sputtered out, “I don’t know how much longer I’m gonna last.” You nodded, agreeing with him but unable to find words as his cock lit a fire inside of you. Your movements were fast and heavy, becoming erratic as you were reaching your high.

When his hand that wasn’t on your ass reached down between your bodies, rubbing on your clit, you let out a moan. Your legs began to feel weak and he had to work harder to guide you as finished on his cock. Your pussy squeezing him just right led him to his own, cumming inside of you.

“Fuck,” you mumbled, pressing a kiss to his temple. “I love you,” Spencer spoke softly, his throat slightly hoarse. You hummed in agreement, pulling yourself off of him. You tried not to make a mess as you made your way to the bathroom.

When you were done, Spencer was laying in his plaid sweatpants, propped up on pillows at the top of your bed. Your eyes couldn’t help but trace his long legs. He smiled at you, holding out the cardigan that you had pulled off of him when he came in.

“I figured you’d like to sleep in it.” You smiled and nodded, slipping it on and buttoning it up. As you both settled down and turned off the lights, all you could think about was how happy you were he was home and safe.

You slept together with your legs intertwined at the bottom of the bed. Spencer didn’t have any nightmares that night.

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squirmhoney · 7 months

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RAFE - NSFW ALPHABET

A/N: What is this? I guess you guys got what you wanted ♥ Warnings: Dark. Voyeurism. Smut. Non con. Dub Con. Breeding Kink. 18+

A = Aftercare (What they're like after sex)

His aftercare is good but he does it to manipulate you. His hands soothing your bruised skin, kissing along the bite marks he had left from where he lost control. Eventually you’d forget how mean he just was, only focusing on the gentle tone in his voice as he reassures you everything is okay. And when he feels awful, knowing he took something too far, he’d have you under the shower crying with you as he promised he’d do better. He swears that wasn’t him and you really can’t leave him because he couldn’t be without you.

B = Body part (Their favourite body part of their partner's)

It’s your ass. One of the main reasons he can get away with touching it in public. He give it a light tap or squeeze in front of people, making sure they knew exactly who you belonged to. Then there was the fact he loved playing with your ass, spreading your cheeks as he ate you out from behind. Or leaving nasty marks that you would feel for days, that made it impossible for you to think about anyone else but him. He’d sometimes even just place his palm against it in public, resting there instead of the small of your back in a possessive manner.

C = Cum (Anything to do with cum basically.)

That man is cumming inside of you, even when he doesn’t manage it, he’s scooping it all up so he can push it inside you. At first you didn’t even have a clue, thinking it was just him being possessive, trying to make sure you knew who you belonged to. It only clicked what he was really trying to do when he stopped cumming in your mouth, always wanting to finish inside your walls. Every hand job and blow job having to end with sex.

D = Dirty Secret (Pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

Before you ever got together, Rafe had always had a thing for you. That was probably known in the way he got rid of any other competition or practically stalked you on occasions just to get you to talk to him. That was not the secret.

The dirty secret was him stealing little things of yours, like an absolute perv. Underwear mainly but before he could sneak in your room it would be anything he could get his hands on, a hair tie, a necklace he had bribed a girl to steal from you, anything. He was obsessed in more ways than one and he kept a stash of it all even after you got together.

E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they're doing?)

Before you Rafe had his share of experiences, he was the Kook King so of course he had practically fucked the entire kook island. He knows how to make any experience pleasurable with you, even when you’re pushing him away, he somehow finds a way to have you creaming around his dick. Rafe knew how good he was and he liked to make you feel good, listening to your whimper or fight back moans is what pushed him to thrust into you harder.

F = Favourite Position (This goes without saying)

While Rafe loves throwing you against every surface, ass against his crotch for an easy quickie, that isn’t his favourite position. He likes you vulnerable, ankles by his ears as he cages your body in. From that position he can watch your lips part as you try to regulate your breathing, trying to stop yourself from moaning underneath him. But eventually you’d break, eyes watering as you cum around him, begging him just to give you a second to breathe.

G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc)

He’s very serious in the act, he only chuckles when he’s being cruel and taking enjoyment in your embarrassment. There isn’t real humour when Rafe’s pressing your hips into his bed, keeping you still so he can get his dick wet. He doesn’t joke around about fucking you, he’s too busy either reassuring you that you’re fine with each harsh rut of his hips or telling you just to lie down and enjoy it as he fucks you till you’re passing out on his bed.

H = Hair (How well groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc.)

He’s trimmed down there of course, he takes pride in the way he looks as the Kook king. And the carpet matches the drapes, 100%.

I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect...)

It doesn’t matter what mood Rafe is in, he’s always telling you how much he cares about you. The way he watches you intently with his eyes or when he groans at the sounds you make underneath him, it feeds something in him and something that you tried to ignore inside of you. It’s never romantic but when Rafe tells you how great you feel when you’re squeezing him or reassures you that he’s doing this because he cares, because you’re the only person for him, you can pretend for a second. Because when he does say those things, you find yourself cumming harder than ever, unable to stop those words from getting to you.

J = Jealousy (How jealous do they get? What do they do when they’re jealous?)

When another man looks in your direction, Rafe gets jealous. And he isn’t afraid to confront anyone, throwing them on the ground and shoving his fist into his face until his knuckles are bruised and their blood is splattered on his face. No one notices the way he stalks over to you after, pressing his bloody fingers into your cheek as he uses his other hand to drag you by your neck into the nearest room.

K = Kink (One or more of their kinks)

Breeding kink. It’s the one secure way this man can tie you to him for the rest of his life and he’s going to use it. After a while you start to realise when he’s constantly making sure to cum inside of you even when you beg him not to. Eventually he’d stop trying to hide it, telling you how he can’t wait to see you with a swollen belly, all round with his child. Then everyone will know you’re his.

L = Location (Favourite places to do the deed)

Everywhere and anywhere. Rafe doesn’t care where it is, he’d do it in front of his friends if he had to. As long as when he needs you, he can be inside you within seconds then he doesn’t care. Rafe would have you bent over any surface in a matter of seconds, having your feet dangling off the floor as he holds your hips to fuck you. And he’d want you to be loud, liking when other people could hear you.

M = Motivation (What turns them on?)

I think Rafe gets turned on by certain outfits you wear. Short skirts mainly, especially if he’s seen you round the driving range in a skirt there barely covers your ass. He’d be right behind you as he shows you every move, making sure that you don’t go out of his sight in such an outfit. Then his t-shirts, driving him wild at the thought of you knowing who you belong to. He likes you to wear them while he fucks you, going all gentle on you when you wear his clothes.

N = NO (Something they wouldn't do, turn offs)

Rafe is a freak. But one thing he won’t do is be submissive for you. He’s the dominant one in the relationship. You can be on top but he’ll have his hand guiding you the whole time or even holding your hips in place so he can continue fucking you when you get tired. He always has to be in control.

O = Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc)

Rafe is a selfish prick who loves to receive. Having you go down on him in the comfort of his car before a party, lips round the base as you gag around his length, he lives for that shit. He loves taking advantage of you like that, keeping your head down until you’re choking on him, slapping at his thighs to get him to let your head go.

But Rafe also gives, the main reason he doesn’t like to be down there with his mouth is because he can’t see your face when you cum around his mouth. He eventually finds a way around that, using his camera to record you both as he laps at your pussy, allowing himself to get lost in your taste and the sound of your sweet moans. He can just watch how much you enjoyed it after.

P = Pace (Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.)

Mainly Rafe is rough and mean, he’s always getting lost in his head during sex, taking out his anger on the cut, from his dad and from the rest of his fucked up life on you. He’s frantic whenever his hips grind into yours, making your thighs shake from how deep he’s going. At these moments the moans are ripped from your throat as you press your hand against his hips in a feeble attempt to stabilise him. He can and sometimes will take things slow with you but it’s just rare to see.

Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.)

Loves a quickie. Anywhere and everywhere, sometimes a quickie is all he can get. Especially if you’re in a place with his family and his dad is nearby, he can’t be gone for long but he also can’t resist you when you make his parents laugh or his father tell him that he’s happy for the pair of you. He needs to show you how much he appreciates you.

R = Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.)

Only likes to risk things for himself, I think he’d like to experiment with a few things but only things where he’s the dominant one. He definitely wants to do anal with you and he doesn’t mention it to you until you’re exhausted from so many orgasms that you hardly notice him playing with your slick. Not until he’s pushing his thumb inside your walls telling you to relax when you tense up. There’s no use fighting him off in your state and that’s why you relax and let him get his way even if you weren’t sure this is what you wanted.

S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last...)

For hours, there will be times where this man has just held you up by your hips to continue fucking you. Even fucking you in your sleep because he still has all this pent up energy. When Rafe manages to get a weekend alone with you, it’s all he allows you to do. He barely wants to take a break to eat or sleep, only doing so because he knows you need it.

T = Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)

I don’t think he’d like the idea of most of them. The only things he’s ever liked is but plugs, using them to keep you filled with him during the day. Or ropes, liking all the ways he can tie you up without you being able to escape from him.

I think he wouldn’t see the point in a dildo or a vibrator. You had him, why would you need any of that. It’s not like you’d have a spare minute to use him, you’re around that man all the time. And there’s no way you’re using anything on him, no way.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

I can see Rafe being a tease, kissing your soft spots before dinner outings or rubbing you through your panties underneath blankets while watching movies. But I don’t see him lasting long before he needs to have his fingers knuckle deep in your walls, have your pussy squeezing his thick fingers and feel the wetness coating his rings. Teasing always turns into sex for him, he just can’t help himself.

V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make)

I wouldn’t say he’s super loud and while he does groan when your cunts squeezes him in some sort of way, he’s too busy listening to your moans to be making any of his own. But he’s vocal, either praising you or degrading you, he’s whispering something in your ear. It’s the only moment he can free the thoughts going around his head, all of them being blocked out by you. Any thought that comes to his head is spoken, it’s his own sense of relief.

W = Wild Card (Get a random headcanon for the character of your choice)

“Rafe,” you whined, squirming on top of him as you buried your face further into his neck.

Your cheeks were burning against Rafe’s neck and even though you tried to hide them from the people around, you felt their stares. And if they noticed your flush cheeks, they probably noticed your awkward position on Rafe’s lap or how he kept pushing your hips to adjust your position on top of him. They knew he was buried deep inside of you, especially with the way you kept swallowing your moans with every roll of his hips.

“You okay there?” You heard Toppers teasing voice behind you.

You ignored him, hoping the blanket was really covering what was going on.

But then you felt Rafe grip your hair as he yanked your head back to look at Topper.

“Topper asked you a question babe,” Rafe mocked, making you stare at his friend.

Topper was grinning like a man starved as he stared back at you.

“I’m fine-“ your words were cut off as Rafe bucked his hips up into yours.

“She’s better than fine,” Kelce chimed in as you let out the lewdest moan.

They all began to laugh at you, their laughter only growing louder when you tried to hide away from them again.

X = X-Ray (Let's see what's going on in those pants, picture or words)

Big, thick and veiny. You need preparation before him.

Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)

Very high. This man always wants to be inside of you and you can tell as soon as your eyes connect with his. Those blue eyes always seem so dark when they stare back at you, his hand shifting so easily to slide towards your inner thigh. He’s always dragging you into different rooms or groping at you inside his truck before you enter a function. It’s constant with Rafe Cameron.

Z = ZZZ (... how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

Once he’s finally got his fill, he sleeps amazingly with you in his arms. But he’s a light sleeper. If you try and leave while he’s sleeping then he’s up within a second, following you to wherever you go. If it’s only to the bathroom, he’ll let you drag his tired body back to bed where he can spoon you again. But if he’s had to go all the way down the stairs, finding you getting a glass of water or a midnight snack, he’d be ready to take you again. He’d sneak up behind you pressing kisses to your shoulder as his hand dips into your pyjama shorts. You won’t be going back to bed for a little while.

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justlemmeadoreyou · 3 months

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Hii ur writings is soo gooodd!! I was wondering if u could wite about how reader nd h has sex for the first time nd she was virgin nd a!! But u know when next time they did she was insecure bcoz h is like so experienced nd then she asked if she is good or not!!! Sorrryyyy if u didn't like the idea:(

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Words: ~1k

Warnings: Mentions of sex, kissing, cursing, angst. 18+.

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It had been incredible.

At least for you, you thought.

Maybe it hadn't been the same for him.

Harry had been distant after the night you had had sex for the first time. Maybe he didn't like it. Maybe he had been too focused on making it the best for you–because it was your first time.

He had prepared well. He brought lube, condoms, and took his sweet time with you. Kissing down your body till you were completely drenched, and then ate you out a couple times so you loosened up a little, and relaxed for him. And then he had fucked you nice and slow, stretching you out properly so you didn’t feel the pain, and made you cum thrice. And then, he had cleaned you up too, telling you to leave him if he ever says no to aftercare.

You had kissed in the bathtub too, while you cleaned each other up, washing the cum, sweat off. He seemed happy, and satisfied. He had cum too, but then why was he distant today?

The next day, your thighs, pussy, muscles were sore from how good it had been. You had joked about it, saying, “I’m really sore today, couldn’t even get up” and smiled right after, so he would understand that it was a harmless joke.

But he didn’t take it that way.

“Yeah, I’m sorry for that.”

The smile on your face had faded, and you immediately apologized, “No–no, why would you say sorry?I was–I was just kidding. Last night was–great.”

“Yeah, uh–okay, I–I think I’ll head out soon”

You had stayed silent after that, while he finished drinking his coffee. He didn’t even read the newspaper fully, and closed it. He went back to his room, to take a shower and go to work.

And you stood there itself, thinking about how it went so wrong so soon.

He didn’t even kiss you goodbye.

When he came home at night, you decided to confront him.

He had the keys, so he had let himself in. Locked the door behind him and threw his stuff on the couch, sitting down, exhausted.

“Harry–we need–we need to talk”

You were fumbling with the hem of your shirt, and as soon as his gaze landed on you, you didn’t know what to say.

“What–what happened?” he asked. He was in a better mood right now, than he had been in the morning.

“Did I do something wrong last night? Or–or did you not like, you know, did you–not–like the way I felt, or was I not good enough for you?”

You said all of it in one breath, and his eyes widened.

“No–oh god, why would you think that? No–Jesus Christ, come here”

He gestured you to come towards him, patting the couch, signaling you to sit down beside him.

Once you were sat, you still kept some distance from him, not wanting to invade his personal space.

He went and wrapped his hand around your waist, and pulled you by his side.

“Now–tell me. Why would you think all those awful things? Huh? You were perfect., lovie”

“But–but, you were so distant today, in the morning, I–I was joking about being sore, and you thought that I was blaming you, and you said sorry, and that–that really hurt, H”

His gaze softened, looking down at you and swiping his finger on your cheeks.

“No, I–I’m sorry I, I–I felt kind of weird, because it was your first time, and I thought I messed it up, or didn’t handle it well. And when you said you were sore, I thought I took it too far.”

“NO–No! Why would you think that? It was so much better than how I imagined my first time to be. You made me feel so good, Harry. And so special. And it was me–I thought that I was so inexperienced, and new , and I didn’t know what you liked, and I didn’t know how to moan properly, if–if it is a thing? And–”

He stopped you, putting a finger on your lips, and then kissing you. His lips brushed softly over yours, and it felt good.

He pulled back, touching your forehead with his, and meeting your gaze. You wanted to shy away–he was so close, but you also wanted to look him straight in the eyes.

“It’s none of that, okay? You were perfect yesterday. More than anything I could have ever asked for”

“But–but you’ve been with so many girls before, and I’m sure–they–they were better than me and–”

“Hey, none of that. They were in my life. They aren't now. And that’s what matters, okay? I want to be with you. Not with them. And never compare yourself to my exes, please?”

He held your hand in his, bringing your hand to his lips, and kissing the back of your hand.

“I love you. Only you. And no one else.”

You felt tears welling up in your eyes, and you blinked them rapidly, kissing his cheek.

“I–I love you too, Harry. The most.”

And he kissed you again, and again, and again. Till your lips were swollen, and he carried you to the bed to take it further.

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lw6-woso · 10 months

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Really?

*not my gif*

prompt 25- "You want me to shove this thermometer up your-"

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you never got sick, like EVER, not a blocked nose sore throat nothing. and the Barca girls thought you weren't human, for how healthy you were.

you woke up this morning feeling a bit weird today you didn't feel 100% but still did your morning routine thinking it was just the warm weather and the intense training sessions. you were making Alexia and Nala breakfast as she was on a walk with Nala before we had to go to training.

when Alexia came back you both ate and got ready, you walked into the kitchen and grabbed some vitamins to make yourself feel a little better.

"hey why are you taking them for," Alexia said putting her shoes on.

"I don't feel 100% these will help me," you said.

"you might be coming down with something" she said smiling and raising her eyebrows.

"Impossible," you said and Lex laughed at your expression.

you got to training and got straight into it without a second thought, it was a three-hour session on the pitch today and a one-hour session in the gym, it was really warm today and you weren't doing as well as normal and everyone noticed, you weren't connecting the ball and missing open goals, you just weren't your normal self.

you walked into the gym and you lay straight onto the floor relaxing as the AC was high and nice and cool and you were tired and ready for a nap.

"hey stop skiving" Mapi said rubbing her foot on your belly laughing causing you to groan and sit up but still on the floor.

"you were looking towards Ale and she was going weights and she winked at you and you finally got off the floor and started your workout.

After finally finishing training you went straight to shower and fell straight into bed whilst Alexia was going what she needed to do. after what felt like a 20-minute nap you woke up feeling awful, your throat was dry and your eyes were sore, you got up and walked downstairs to see Alexia folding clothes on the couch.

you walked over and plopped yourself onto her lap and closed your eyes.

"you feel really warm are you sick" she asked and you shook your head.

"I'm gonna grab the thermometer to check your temperature" she said and left to go to the kitchen and you escaped upstairs and back into bed with Nala following you like a shadow.

you heard Ale come up the stairs and she came into your room with a smirk on her lips.

"come on," she said.

"no I'm not sick it's just really warm" you said moving away from her.

she grabbed your arm and said "Do you want me to shove this thermometer up your ass because I will"

"no" I groaned and she put the thermometer in your mouth holding you down.

"good girl," she said laughing as you rolled your eyes. The stick beeped and she took it out of your mouth.

"you have a fever get in bed ill grab what you need and we can chill until your temp goes down" she said and you fell head first onto the bed.

Alexia grabbed everything and you both plus Nala lay in bed watching a random show resting.

"it seems like your streak of not getting sick has come to an end" she said stroking your hair.

"I'm not sick I'm just warm," you said.

"yeah yeah go to sleep" Alexia said putting her hand on your eyes

and it didn't take long for the rest of the girls to be looped in on your sickness from Alexia taking a picture of you and the thermometer and everyone talked nonstop about it and teased you.

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purriteen · 3 months

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Ad victor spolia, chapter two

content warnings: incest, manipulation, eventual Stockholm Syndrome, toxic & dark!Coriolanus Snow (as if that isn't his default), named!reader, ANGST, eventual smut, non-con, age gap (5-6 years)

author's note: I feel like this chapter is kinda shitty since I’ve mostly written pure smut before, not to mention I haven’t written in English in a while so I’m still warming back up to the language & structure

but alright, since I've just been projectile vomiting words all day anyways y'all get two chapters at once this time mostly cause I myself couldn't wait to flesh out what happens next

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You struggled to fall asleep that night. You’d already come to the conclusion that slipping past the guards positioned along the tall metal fence or the main gate wouldn’t be possible, but at least, before you used to have the privilege of leaving the house and spending time in the garden whenever you wanted. Now you were truly trapped. Now that you needed to get out of here the most.

At first you’d enjoyed going for walks in the garden or having tea in one of the quaint greenhouses, until you discovered the one with those god awful rose bushes. The ones that reeked of your brother. You figured he didn’t tend to them himself, but that didn’t ease the disgust you felt whenever that familiar, overwhelming scent reached you. It was nauseating.

Even in his absence, everything reminded you of him, in the worst way possible. In every nook and cranny of the house there’d be a reminder that this was his home. For a moment you wondered if his signature scent had worn off on you; your shower was equipped with various settings and products, but it was always stacked with that familiar rose shampoo you could smell on him whenever he got close to you - too close for your liking -, without exceptions.

When you finally fell asleep, your face was raw and puffy from all the crying. You hadn’t even bathed or brushed your hair, or changed into one of the many pyjama sets in your wardrobe.

Then, at around seven in the morning according to your alarm clock, you awoke to the sound of keys rustling outside your door. You were relieved when you realised it wasn’t Coriolanus - he’d never make such an awkward entrance. Instead, your nanny maid stepped through the door. Eugenie. She looked even more anxious than usual. Perhaps she took pity on you - if only she knew.

The two of you hardly spoke that early Friday morning. She’d brought something for you to eat, stacked on a silver tray. As if you needed another reminder of your complete lack of autonomy here, your own brother now wouldn’t even let you have breakfast in the kitchen anymore. At least he’d been generous enough to let you have something you could actually stand to eat, you supposed. A bowl of blueberries and grapes and a fresh loaf of bread with butter and marmalade, neatly plated next to it.

You sat on the small couch in the corner of the room as you ate your breakfast, only managing to get small bites down. Watching Eugenie change your bedsheets and clean up after last night, you simply couldn’t think about anything else. That was enough to make your appetite vanish.

Once you were both done she gestured towards the bathroom, and you took the hint. She went in first and ran a warm bath for you, before leaving the room to give you some privacy. Finally you took a proper look at yourself for the first time since yesterday.

Your hair was a mess, but what worried you most was the prevailing handprint on the left side of your face. Three, four stripes of a faint purplish colour that was already fading to yellow in some places. You shakily inhaled, forcing yourself to keep it together. The last thing you needed was for Coriolanus to think he was getting to you, even if he was right.

Yet you still didn’t realise the extent of your injuries until you’d already sunk down into the bathtub, relatively comfortably so. You’d felt the swelling on the back of your head last night, of course, but it was almost worse now. All you wanted to do at the moment was fall back asleep, but the aching bump on the back of your skull made it impossible to rest your head anywhere without being in pain.

A couple minutes later, Eugenie returned. This time with an ice pack in hand, which she carefully placed in your hand and guided it towards the back of your head. She flashed you an almost sorrowful, empathetic smile, before she stepped back and closed the door behind her.

You weren’t particularly fond of her, but you didn’t want to make the poor woman’s job any harder than it already was. So you made sure to thoroughly wash yourself before she got back. The sight of the dried blood from your scalp liquifying and mixing with the bathwater as you rinsed your hair made you feel nauseous.

You wondered what dinner would be like. If he would pretend nothing happened yesterday, or perhaps dish out another beating. You still hadn’t entirely grasped everything that went down last night. Everything he had kept from you, above anything, the hatred he’d felt for you. The thought of your warm, outwardly unassuming cousin having to make such a sacrifice for you made you feel sick. Poor Tigris.

Not to mention being reminded of your mother’s passing. You knew she’d died in childbirth, your birth, but you never thought of it as your fault until he brought it up. Grandma’am never once blamed you for the loss of her only daughter-in-law. And until that moment, neither had Coryo. Not openly, at least. You were left staring at yourself in the mirror for a while, wondering if it was truly worth it. If you were worth it.

You knew you couldn’t afford to think like that, to let him get to you. But this was all so unlike the Coryo you were used to, you’d seen this side of him before, to some extent, but never directed towards you. You wished he had just stayed away, that he would’ve left you alone after the initial shock of Grandma’am’s passing.

As you patted yourself dry with the soft white towel always hung on the gilded heating rack, you couldn’t help but wonder if this is what you deserved. You’d dragged everyone down. You hadn’t even been able to take proper care of grandma’am the last couple days of her life, or at least, Coriolanus wouldn’t let you.

You sat down on the edge of the bathtub. Waited a couple more minutes. Got impatient again. You decided you might as well get dressed again before Eugenie came back, but the pile of clothes you’d left on the floor was already gone. In its place a peachy slip dress and a robe, with a pair of slippers to match. You sighed and slid on the matching set.

A few minutes later, she returned just on time. This time she just had a glass of water and a small yellow-ish pill in hand. You furrowed your brows a little, looking up at her. “What’s this for?” You inquired, silently scolding yourself as you heard the annoyance in your own voice. This wasn’t her fault, it’s Coriolanus you were upset with. “It’ll help the healing, Miss.” You simply nodded in return, washing down the small capsule with a sip of water before returning the glass to her.

Concern was written all over her face as she studied you for a couple seconds, discomfort forming in your gut. “I’ll be back in four hours with lunch. Master Coriolanus asked me to inform you that his personal stylist will pay you a visit tonight at six.” Her words came out tense and rushed, and you were left with no time to react before she stepped back and locked the door again. You weren’t sure why she was so out of it, or if you even wanted to know.

You were familiar with Coriolanus’ personal stylist. She’d been the one to prepare you for any of those important public appearances where your attendance was actually needed. Rumina, you believe her name was. She was not the type of person you’d expected to find working such a job - she was always well dressed, but always in a timeless, classic fashion rather than the bold, colourful looks that were all the rage this year.

You supposed that might’ve been why your brother hired her in the first place. Beyond just that, she appeared to be in her fifties or sixties, whereas most stylists were much younger. The reason for that on the other hand, you couldn’t quite grasp. But despite her elegant exterior, you couldn’t stand her personality. She wouldn’t shut up about how delighted she was that somebody was finally ‘stepping up’ to truly restore Panem to its ‘former glory’.

Truthfully you’d given up on politics long ago - you’d never been among the pick of the litter back at the Academy, largely thanks to being so caught up with caring for Grandma’am. Not to mention the way your last name seemed to precede you every time you entered a classroom - it was clear you had big shoes to fill, after your big brother’s academic achievements - which only drove you further away. So it was clear that wasn’t the right path for you. But at least, before Coriolanus’ presidency, you’d actually thought you might one day have a career of your own, something worth dedicating your life to. You just needed to heal and learn how to stand on your own two feet.

Until he’d robbed you of that opportunity entirely. You didn’t even truly understand why, how it in any way actually served him. He had every reason to lock up Tigris, if he was simply worried about his own family turning on him. You’d never stood up to him in that sense before, or tried to distance yourself. He’d done a great job at that himself. If he genuinely believed you were so frail, he could’ve just left you in that penthouse to let you wither away in peace. He didn’t need to keep you so close to him.

Despite feeling about as rejuvenated as you could get under these circumstances after that bath, you felt a wave of drowsiness hit you. You laid back on the newly made bed, hoping to just fall back asleep. Instead you laid awake for nearly half an hour, staring at the canopy ceiling. Eventually you’d had enough.

You got up and walked over to your dresser, quickly pulling open your underwear drawer. You doubted that it was actually hidden, but you’d kept some old memorabilia from your childhood stashed in the shoe box at the very back of the drawer. Pictures of you and Grandma’am. Of all four of you who survived. Even a couple pictures of Coryo and your mom and dad together before you were born.

There was a particular picture of them you just couldn’t stand. As far as you knew Coryo didn’t even remember the photograph’s existence. Mrs. Snow was sat next to your father, who stood up straight right by her side, with their newborn son in her arms. His gloved hand was steadily placed on her shoulder, but his face was about as devoid of any emotion as hers was of happiness. He had Coriolanus’ eyes - a pale shade of blue, cold and unforgiving.

Your mother on the other hand, looked afraid, exhausted and tense. No amount of makeup was enough to hide the dark circles under her wide eyes. You’d always admired her beauty, and although you never had the chance to know her, you felt a sense of pride in the resemblance the two of you bore. You had her eyes, her smile, her lips. Even her hair, although hers was wavier than yours. Coriolanus always recalled her as a warm, loving mother, and you didn��t doubt that, but this picture always gave you the impression she had to have been wildly unprepared for the task of becoming a mom, and consequently disillusioned. Or worse.

Everyone always spoke fondly of her, of her charm and youthfulness, and you couldn’t help but wonder if they were simply tiptoeing around the word naive. You didn’t have any memories of your father either, but just from the few photographs you had of him he’d always instilled a sense of fear in you. You hated how much Coriolanus was starting to resemble him.

Finally you got to the picture of Grandma’am holding you in her arms shortly after your mother passed. She was visibly shaken up, and both you and her worn hands were bloody. You’d been told many times of how close a call it was, how the family cook was convinced you wouldn’t make it. You could only imagine how she must’ve felt in that moment, holding her two weeks premature, frail granddaughter in her arms after watching her daughter-in-law lose her life.

It didn’t take long for you to start crying, something which only got worse as you scrambled through the rest of your small collection of family photos. The family fortune had run out awfully fast during the Dark Days, so there were hardly any taken during your childhood. The few you had left were mostly school photos and ones taken at various social events. Even though you couldn’t afford your own photographer, you’d always kept the unprocessed copies and had them processed and printed whenever you had some extra money to spare. Much to Coriolanus’ dismay you’d always been sentimental, just like your cousin.

You stayed like that for almost an hour. All those photos of you smiling in your brother's arms, the ones where he posed so proudly with his baby sister, made you feel nostalgic for something you’d hardly even experienced. You couldn’t grasp that this boy, your Coryo, could’ve gone from that prideful older brother you saw in those pictures to the man he was today. You wondered if Grandma’am had felt the same way bringing up Crassus.

When you finally got up from your seat on the floor, you carefully put the stack of photographs away again, along with the pearl necklace and perfume bottle you’d kept after Grandma’am’s passing, to remind you of her. You didn’t have anything tangible left of your parents, but you had fond memories of Coriolanus letting you sleep with your mother’s powder compact when you were younger. He’d always been possessive, though - only if you were really upset would he share it with you.

You checked the time. Almost ten o’clock. You went off to your bathroom to splash your face with some cold water, shivering as you looked up and were met with the sight of the yellowing bruise on your cheek. You’d almost forgotten. At least it was healing quickly, like Eugenie promised. After nearly exhausting yourself with tears, your throat hoarse and eyes puffy and red, you finally felt tired enough to take a nap. So you did. You nearly threw yourself back onto the soft, queen size bed and let your eyes flutter shut.

When you woke again it was noon. This time Eugenie had gone unnoticed when she entered, as you only awoke when you heard the wheels of the food cart she wheeled in after herself awkwardly bumping into the threshold, making the porcelain inside clatter against itself. You were startled at first, but immediately calmed down when you realised it was just her.

Soon enough lunch too had passed, and this time Eugenie stuck around to keep you company for a little while. She taught you how to knit, and you lent her your favourite book. For a moment you’d almost forgotten the gravity of the situation you were in. Until she scurried to get up, proclaiming she was late to laundry service. You glanced at the longcase clock across the room, a bit surprised to find it was already quarter past four in the evening. You had forty-five minutes until your brother’s stylist would turn up.

You spent that time trying to perfect your knitting technique, ignoring the stiffness in your hands as best as you could. You’d never excelled at crafts like Tigris did, or patience, for that matter.

Finally Rumina arrived, and you were almost relieved. She immediately started to babble on about the latest gossip, and as always, sang your brother’s praises. Though, today it was particularly unbearable, and you thought to yourself that someone working so closely with him and his image should know that it’s just that, an image. That your brother didn’t give a flying fuck about the districts, even if he had improved the living conditions of the tributes in the annual Hunger Games, and that he didn’t even really care about the Capitol either. You’d come to terms with the fact that Coriolanus was only loyal to one thing: power.

You had stayed silent as she blow dried, brushed and twisted and folded your hair up behind your head. When she was done she offered you a handheld mirror to have a look for yourself, and you couldn’t help but roll your eyes when you were met with a tidy french twist. Of course your brother had chosen something conservative that’d thoroughly conceal the bloody lump he’d given you.

Then she had done your makeup. This time she laid the base on thicker than usual, but you weren’t surprised Coriolanus intended to hide your bruise, too. You wondered if it was for his own conscience’s sake or for his image. But it could hardly be the latter, you doubted he would let anyone see you so soon after last night’s events. Then again, you weren’t sure he even had a conscience, either.

When you were done, you looked perfectly rejuvenated. Though to you it felt like an empty shell. Rumina eagerly guided you out into your bedroom and helped you get dressed. It seemed your brother had picked out yet another tasteless, phoney dress that you’d feel nothing like yourself in. Much like the makeup it was more glamorous than you’d expected.

The material was flowy, probably something like chiffon, but it was perfectly cinched at your waist, the sweetheart neckline and the puffy fabric at your hips flattering your figure just right. There was some sort of built in corset that stopped just below your chest. The sleeves were long and puffy much like the skirt, which stopped just above your ankles. You knew Coriolanus was always up to whatever dress code applied, and something this elegant was hardly necessary for a simple dinner.

But what really stood out to you was the colour. It was a deep shade of burgundy; one you’d seen on Coriolanus oh so many times. You felt your jaw clench. It was bad enough that he insisted on dressing you up, like a mere doll, but this was yet another jab at your independence and individuality. Like you were just an extension of him.

Still, complaining to his own stylist would be of no use, so you decided to suck it up and let her finish dressing you. She clasped a silver necklace around your neck, a garnet pendant in the shape of an octagon hanging from it, framed by more silver. It almost seemed compulsive how your brother just had to show off his wealth every chance he got. Finally you slid on some black velvet kitten heels and had a look in the mirror.

You looked like something out of a gothic painting. (A tragedy, if you had to guess.) That wouldn’t be too unlike your current situation. Only there wouldn’t be a handsome, brooding young mythological hero to save you. No, your ‘prince charming’ had few positive attributes beyond just that - his superficial charm -, and no intention of saving you.

You felt like a lamb being led to the slaughter as you walked down the stairs to the main floor, confusion spreading on your face as you saw one of Coriolanus’ many servants waiting for you at the bottom. He stiffly informed you that there’d been a change of plans, that he’d be escorting you to the larger dining room over in the east wing. You hadn’t even explored the house enough to know there were multiple.

When you arrived you quickly understood what the sudden change of plans was for.

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bloodyymaryyy · 3 months

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Could you do one for James Vowles with wife reader? Reader being sick, but still doing domestic things around the house and James has to force the reader into bed to get some rest. Add something you'd like though. Some fluffy bickering. Something sweet. Thanks!!!

Through sickness

James Vowels x reader

(I didn't know who he was so I did a little research before writing it)

Warnings : English isn't my first language, a little cursing

Fluff

Request : yes

The weekend that he was free the sickness caught y/n making her feel like shit trying to cover it up as much as she can so she doesn't ruin his off time by a stupid sickness.

With her nose running, coughing like she smoke all of her life and her previous ones, with the thermometer showing 40° degrees and a headache much stronger than any hangover she had when she was clubbing with her friends. It was Thursday when she woke up and everything hit her at ones, panicking she got up and went to the pharmacy to get everything needed so she can become better on Sunday night when he is to come back home from work.

Throughout the four days she had before the love of her love walk in through the door, she tried everything nostral spay to unstuff her nose, taking pills to get the fever and headache to calm down and syrup to drink for her throat, nothing really work in an instant so she did all of the household chores she could do with her illness but still trying to get some rest to help speed up the process and trying to do work so she wouldn't loose her job because she didn't want to take her limited time off just for being sick so she could have days off when her husband is here or if she needs to go to a few races she could with no problems.

Her husband james had asked her multiple times to quit so she could do anything she wanted with not much worry because he had money, he had enough money to retire both of them and live their life but she refused each time not wanting to spent his money for two reasons, one being that she wanted to be her own person with her own money and also for her to not lose her mind in her house not liking being in the races because of her being afraid of the cameras all over the grid.

She had fallen asleep with folding the freshly washed clothes, not waking up when James walked in with his bags in his hands and a smile in his face waiting to see his wife which he had missed, not seeing her for 2 weeks and rare were the phone calls due to the time zone and their schedules.

Trying to find her he dropped his things in the living room to shearch for her, going to their bathroom, no there, to the kitchen?, nope confused he shearch their balcony, no the laundry room?, no and finally their bedroom, yes!

He found her with a pile of clothes around her, in her hands there was one of his shirts half folded, he moved the chothes from around her and got close to her, noticed her nose was red and dry around her nostrals and her cupid's bow in help lips the skin dry and chopped. In the bedside table a mug with milk which he thought it was probably hot, now icy cold two empty water bottles, and the things she bought from the pharmacy beside them , dressed in one of his hoodies and fizzy pijamas pants and a used tissue in her hand he got the message. She was sick and tried to get better probably for him

Walking out of the bedroom he found food already cooked in a saucepan his favourite, pasta carbonara a bit cold, he audaply awed at it, seeing the flours clean the couch's cushions puffed up, the dishes done and the fridge and freezer full with food he realised she did all that with sick.

He changed out of his work clothes and into a set of pj's that she had folded up and for him before she had fallen asleep he started to make soup for her, to make her feel better, while he waited for the soup to be ready he took a shower and ate the carbonara not before warming it up and went to make the woman he married 2 years ago, some said the honeymoon feeling with pass within the six months of marriage then problems with fizzle up with everything but they still are so in love with each other, finding comfort in one other, each kiss feels like the first and their need for each other grows more and more.

Shaking her gently sitting beside her she woke up grumpy and mad to whatever woke her up but when she opened her eyes more and looked around she saw the love of her life she beamed up at him and wrapped her hands around his neck and kissed the top of his head carefully to not kiss him near his face to not spread whatever she has to him because in a week he will be back to work.

" hey baby! How was the flight today?"

She asked James her voice hoarse from the lack of use and the coughing for 3 and a half days long struggle with the illness

" It was good but I wish I had you with me the boys finished 5-8 so it was a good rce for us with no problems so I am happy, I made you soup!"

He said while explaining a bit and beamed at her

" you cooked? Why? I made your favourite didn't you liked it?"

" No I liked it and I ate it but the soup is for you baby I noticed you are sick so I thought you could use soup for it!"

"oh. Thank you baby I was trying to get better to not make your free time home shit because of me and my illness"

And with that they got up and he made her eat the soup with the bickered about him being happy to take care of y/n and with she said she would feel worse if she forced him to take care of her in the only time they get together and he was scolding her about doing the chores around the house while she was sick.

In the end of the day they got in their bed cuddling and talking about everything they missed from each other while they were not together and slept happily in the embrace of each other

#x reader #f1 x reader #drive to survive x reader #james vowles #James Vowels x reader #Marriswriting #Mary's blog #bloodyymaryyy

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tags: chubby! fem reader + this is so self-ship coded (minfushiu) done in x reader + you're on your period + talks about mensuration and mental health + fluff

Sadness ate away at you until it felt like your skin was raw and unable to protect you, all the feelings you tried to shove down until you choked on them because talking about it all made you more upset.

Tears lined your waterline as you fumbled for your keys while walking toward your car, your chest felt tight as did your belly which filled with a sadness that you couldn't quite describe, it felt like hell.

People milled around you trying to go about their day unaware of your breakdown that rose like a tidal wave threatening to take you under until you floated then stayed on the bottom unable to remove yourself from the sea floor and all you could do was just lay there and watch as everything passes by knowing the world still goes on.

Your body bowed in on itself once you finally got your car unlocked and you were inside and in your seat before you broke down, feelings of a deep profound sadness weighed heavily and you wanted to lift it off of you, but you didn't want to bother anyone so you stayed silent.

On the car ride your mind played awful tricks on you, and the hormones flowing through your body didn't help either, they were the main cause for your feelings and for your period that never ceased to wreak havoc on you until you were nothing but a huge crybaby.

It was a lie because you knew people did care about you, but for some reason, it felt like you were the only person in the world on your side, and that made you feel ten times worse.

After exiting your car with the bags from the back you didn't expect to see one of your boyfriends, let alone both of them standing by the front door with their arms crossed over their chests eyeing you.

Judging by their looks you knew they knew what type of mood you were in. "Why didn't you call us?" Toji asked, his voice a bit rough around the edges until you were close enough to them for both men to grab you, Toji grabbed your waist and Shiu held your hips.

They sandwiched you between their bodies and lavished you with kisses and hugs that squeezed you tightly. "You two were busy and I needed tampons." You told them with a heavy sigh not seeing that they shared a look knowing you better than yourself sometimes.

"You have two boyfriends." Shiu reminded you as he gently rubbed his nose along your nose inhaling your scent as his fingers massaged your lower back hearing you groan. Toji picked you up despite your protests and carried you to your shared bedroom.

He laid you on the mattress with the utmost care like you were made of glass to help you undress while Shiu ran the bath making sure to light some candles and add your favorite bubble soap before he joined Toji by your side. It was Shiu's turn to help you into the bathroom and into the warm soapy water that eased your stress.

Shiu kneeled by the tub to wash your body and hair slowly making sure to massage your shoulders and aching muscles while Toji called in your favorite order in and grabbed some meds and drinks. "Talk to us, you aren't alone in this." He gently reminded you as he tilted his head down a little to look at you, he was being loving in his own way.

You stayed silent and let him wash your back, the water felt amazing and so did Shiu's soothing voice but even with being them for a while now you were still scared to take that step forward and ask for help.

Toji entered the bathroom with a plate of fruit making you scrunch your nose. "You want to feed me while I'm in the bath?" You asked making both men chuckle as he took his spot next to Shiu, the other part of your soul to feed you bits of strawberries and grapes.

"I've watched you scroll through your phone while in the shower so this isn't different, and it ain't like I'm dippin' the fruit into the soap," Toji told you making you smile and giggled laying your cheek in his open palm nuzzling into it as he fed Shiu with his other hand.

You scrunched your nose up again and flicked a bit of soap at Toji leaning in to kiss him then Shiu who drained the water once the fruit was gone, Toji lifted you gently from the tub to put you down on your feet softly before Shiu wrapped a fluffy towel around you that was super warm from the dryer making you burst into tears.

Toji and Shiu shared another look as they guided you to the bedroom where they both dressed you in Shiu's shirt and Toji's boxers before they pulled the covers back and got you settled under them.

"I don't know what I would do without either of you, thank you so much for being here and taking care of me when I don't deserve it." Your voice was soft and whiny as you snuggled between both men nuzzling your face in Shiu's neck and inhaling him deeply.

His hand gripped the fat of your hip and pulled you closer molding your backside to his front as Toji slid his leg in between yours and laid his head on your chest. "You do deserve it, stop talkin' about yourself like that and you deserve the best darlin', we love you." Toji told you.

You looked at the both of them and broke out into another fit of tears. "I love you two so much." You hummed and let your eyes flutter shut and letting sleep take over snuggled in the arms of the two men you loved more than anything.

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darlingmisa · 1 year

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REQUESTS ARE OPEN?????

*slides into your asks* heyyyy *winks* my rizz bustin up to 2%

I am in dire need of sevika taking care of reader comfort :( if you're open to writing it, idc what it's about, pls write whatever comes to your mind, i just need sevika love :(( ty, baby.

ilysm <333

Sick day | Sevika

Sorry this took sooooo long to get out but here's some fluffy comfort just for you sweetheart <3 ily hope you're doing well baby

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You couldn’t remember the last time you felt this awful. Head pounding to the point that any form of light or sound would make it worse, and no matter how many blankets you had piled on top of you or how high your temperature really was, you couldn’t seem to stop yourself from the constant shivering. Even the slightest movement made your body ache all over. All you could do was lay in bed and hope it would pass soon.

You had refrained from telling your wife how you felt before she left this morning, knowing that she would opt to stay home and take care of you instead of going to work like she should. You had hoped it would all pass after a few hours before she got back home, but that didn’t seem to be the case.

It was getting late, close to the time Sevika would return, and you had yet to leave the bed, hoping for more sleep that never came. Even when hearing her walk through the door you couldn’t really bring yourself to move from the somewhat comfortable position you’d been laying in.

Sevika knew what was going on the moment you weren’t at the door to greet her, breaking the usual routine. This happened every time you were sick. No matter how long you two had been together, you refused to tell her when you were sick to avoid her worrying over you. She worried anyway, always did. She was just a worrier when it came to you.

It was no shock to her when she found you in bed in the same exact spot you were in when she’d left, only moving slightly to muster a weak smile and mumble a small greeting.

“How are you feeling sweetheart?” she asked, clearly foreseeing how the night was bound to go. “Did you eat?”

You could only shake your head before she slipped out of your shared bedroom and into the kitchen. This was something she always did when you were sick. She took her time cooking up a small meal, something easy for you to digest, usually sticking to your favorite soup.

Sevika placed herself on the bed next to you before pulling you into her lap, a bowl of soup in hand. “Here, your favorite. Eat up and I’ll run you a bath when you’re done.” Her voice was soft when she spoke, tying your hair behind you so you could eat comfortably. She didn’t mind the excessive warmth from your body, probably related to your steadily rising fever. She still simply ran her hands along your body while you ate, knowing you found comfort in her touch.

When you were about halfway through eating, Sevika slipped away towards the attached bathroom. This was also something she liked to do for you, sick or not. It was common for the two of you to share a hot bath and slowly wash the day’s dirt off of one another. She also never failed to add your favorite bubbles and light a few of the candles you always brought home.

Though being sick was absolutely awful you couldn’t help but enjoy the soft moments between the two of you, especially as Sevika carried you towards the bath and gently placed you in the tub. The warm water felt amazing on your aching body and the feeling of her fingers running through your hair never failed to relax you.

It wasn’t long before Sevika abandoned her clothes and joined you in the tub. She wasn’t normally one for baths, opting for a quick shower instead, but baths were something she always ended up doing with only you.

All you could do was lean back against her larger body behind you while she continued washing your hair, the mixed scent of your wife and the shampoo she always uses on you bringing you the most comfort you’d felt all day. Sevika was quick, rinsing out the shampoo before repeating the process with the conditioner.

After finally removing yourselves from the bath, Sevika took her time drying you off, massaging some of the more sensitive parts of your body and soothing them with light kisses afterwards. Meanwhile, you took the chance to run your fingers through her now damp and slightly tangled hair.

The silence was comfortable as she brought you back to the bed, gently placing you on the sheets before moving herself to lay next to you and pulling you right back into her chest. Sevika watched as your eyes fluttered closed and your breathing evened out.

“Rest up baby, I’ll be here.”

#for my lovely emi #sevika x reader #sevika imagine #sevika #sevika arcane #sevika fanfic

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macklemore1648 · 2 months

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North Shore High pt 3

i woke up the next morning with an awful headache and a horrid taste in my mouth. i slowly opened my eyes to look around an unfamiliar room. it took me a minute to remember where i was. on the dresser next to me i saw a glass of water and some ibuprofen with a note that read ‘Take these’ signed RG on it. i gladly put the pills into my mouth and chugged my water. my phone was right next to them and i grabbed it to check it. it was 9 o’clock, really early for a saturday morning. but there was no way i was able to go back to sleep.

i pulled the blankets off me and got up standing a little too fast and feeling the room spinning. once i gained my balance i walked out of the room. i could hear faint music coming from down the stairs so i followed it trying to find Regina. when i walked down stairs i was met with the sight of Regina’s ass in very tight biker shorts. i stopped in my tracks now feeling self conscious that i was looking at her dressed like this. she had a sports bra on with her hair pulled into a loose bun.

i swallowed hard very aware of the butterflies in my stomach and i tried to turn around, maybe i could just go back upstairs and wait for a minute it was still early.

“good morning sleepy head.” she said turning around to me. she had a soft smile on her face and i could see little beads of sweat around her hairline on her forehead.

“hi.” i could see her eyes ranking my body as i stood there with very short booty shorts and an oversized hoodie.

“how are you feeling?” i could see the smile on her face growing into a smirk and she walked to me.

“umm good yeah thank you for the medicine.” did she know the affect she had on me?

“i was just going to make some breakfast are you hungry?”

“yeah that would be good, umm do you mind if i shower?” i was very aware of how i smelt and aware of how close Regina was standing to me right now.

“of course not let me get everything for you.” Regina walked up the stairs and i followed close behind making sure my eyes were watching my feet closely. i didn’t wanna fall that’s all..

once up to the bathroom Regina handed you some shower things and a towel, she turned on the water for you too. you smiled gratefully at her and she gave you a quick wink and was on her way.

you made sure to take an extra long shower washing everywhere on your body at least twice. once you got out of the shower you realized you don’t actually have any spare clothes to wear, just the ones from the party and you’re pretty sure someone threw up on those. god damnit.

you cracked the door open a little bit and shouted for Regina

“REGINA!!” you shouted louder and louder each time.

“what what?” she asked appearing at the door, that’s when she noticed you were hiding behind the door as much as you could with a little pink towel wrapped around your body. her eyes widen significantly.

“i um i don’t have any clothes… do you have anything i can borrow?” oh my god i was so mortified.

“yeah umm give me a second.” with that she was off to her room which you could hear her saying multiple cuss words under her breath and running around. until finally she was back in front of you at the door.

“here you are.” she sounded a little out of breath but you didn’t question it, you grabbed the clothes from her hands and thanked her before slamming the door in her face.

Regina grabbed you a baggy shirt that said SLUT on the front and some gym shorts that were bigger than the ones you were wearing earlier. you brushed your teeth and your hair before finally emerging from the bathroom, you walked back down stairs to see it was her little sister this time doing multiple dances in front of the tv and Regina over by the stove flipping pancakes.

i sat down at the bar stool scrolling on my phone when i got a plate of pancakes pushed in front of me and some orange juice.

“thank you.” i poured syrup onto my pancakes and took a big bite as i was getting very hungry.

Regina giggled before doing the same and we ate in silence after that.

i drove home after breakfast as my parents were going to start wondering where i was. after letting them know i was alive and okay i laid down on my bed and soon drifted back asleep.

the next few days at school consisted of Regina not understanding what was happening in our class and asking me for help. i didn’t sit at lunch with them again and i could see Regina staring at me from across the lunchroom. she also seemed to pop up more and more around school and i saw her more down the hallways. when i was at my locker grabbing something there she was walking down the hallway, everyone stopping to look at her. it was always all eyes on Regina but she seemed to always find mine.

Regina was beautiful there was no getting around that, everyone would agree. but there was something there that i was starting to feel more as the days past. and it wasn’t until her fingers had accidentally touched mine as we both went to go reach for something when i knew. i had feelings for Regina George. the hottest girl in school and i had fallen like everyone else for her traps and adored her. i thought it was just me admiring Regina at first, she’s pretty, she’s smart, and even though she’s not the nicest person to everyone else i always seemed to be around when she was the most nicest, which wasn’t really at all.

i had found myself staring at her more and more and everytime she would look at me i could feel my face go hotter and i would pretend to be very interested in the shoe color i was wearing that day. by this time i had figured out Regina’s schedule all by accident, because people couldn’t shut up about her around the hallway, and i learned which routes she would take to those classes so i could avoid her all together. i’ll admit i was a little scared of Regina George but so was everyone else at our school, i think her mom was a little bit scared of her too.

so i figured with a crush on Regina George it was best to ignore her as much as i could.

“are you avoiding me loser?” Regina asked slamming my locker door shut. i jumped from the sound because i wasn’t expecting her to pop up out of nowhere.

“oh my god don’t do that to me!!” i nudged her slightly on the shoulder and she looked at me with one eyebrows up waiting for me to answer her question.

“no i don’t know what you’re talking about.” i know i was trying to lie to myself more than her and she looked like she didn’t believe me one bit.

“okay well you should come over to my house today, i need some extra help with homework.” she pushed a stray hair out of my face and behind me ear before she smiled and walked away.

so much for ignoring her.

i didn’t bother telling janis and damian where i was going after school because i knew the over reaction they would have so i kept it to myself and silently walked to my car, and ofc Regina happened to be parked right next to me.

“hey take a ride with me i’ll drop you off later at your car.” she already had the door swung open for me so i climbed into her jeep and buckled myself in.

the ride to Regina’s was fairly quiet except for a few questions here and there but for the most part i just looked out the window and occasionally over at her.

“how come you’re nice to me?” i’ve been wondering this after hearing how much a bitch Regina was. she took a little longer answering this than i thought she would until finally she said.

“because you intrigue me, and that doesn’t happen very often.” she said it with a casual shrug of her shoulders but she looked very tense.

once we got to Regina’s house i got an even better look at it than i did the other night and morning, because well it wasn’t dark and i didn’t have a hangover. her house was really beautiful. we walked into the door and were immediately met by Regina’s mom.

“hiii ladiessss where are the other ones?” she looked between me then Regina waiting for them to magically appear out of no where.

“we have a project we need to do can you make us some snacks while we study?” Regina then walked up the stairs and i gave a kick wave to Regina’s mom then followed after her. we got into Regina’s room and she plopped down onto her bed while i stood awkwardly at the door.

“well come sit down loser don’t be all weird on me now.” i swallowed but followed her command and went and sat on the edge of the bed. she rolled her eyes before pushing my shoulders back to make me lay down, the action caused me to laugh and she began to laugh too.

she laid down next to me with her hair sprawled out on the bed. i hadn’t ever been this close to Regina before and i could really see her eyes, and the freckles she had across her face. it was noticing these smalls details that i realized how actually close i was to Regina. my eyes flicked down to her lips that parted slightly and then she licked them softly. that’s when my eyes snapped back to hers and i realized she had watched me the whole time, but instead of saying something smart she smiled slightly and leaned in a little bit. oh my god was Regina George about to kiss me?!!

we were centimeters away and i could feel her breath on lips, and i was well away of the pounding in my chest.

“LADIESSS i have snackss!!” her mom said busting through the door which made Regina pull away, it was all so quick i was starting to wonder if i had gone crazy and imagined the whole thing. there was no way Regina was gonna kiss me right?

“MOM!!” Regina yelled she had a shade of red on her face that told me i didn’t imagine the whole thing but she looked a little… mortified? embarrassed? mad? whatever Regina was her face showed it all but her mom didn’t get the hint.

“well you need snacks while you’re studying right?” her mom placed the trey down on right onto her desk before walking over and sitting down right in between Regina and i.

“soo you’re the new student right? Regina wouldn’t shut up abou-“

“MOM!!” her mom glanced quickly over to her and she gave her mom a look that said shut it.

“have you found any cute boys or anything?” her mom said ignoring the glares her daughter was sending her. when she asked this Regina’s eyes snapped right to mine waiting for my answer.

“oh no, no boys, i’m not all that interested into boys.” i didn’t dare glance at Regina but i could feel her eyes burning into the side of my head as if begging me to look at her.

“oooo okay okay what about any cute girls then?” her mom pushed. i wasn’t sure how to answer that one but i finally glanced at Regina and her eyes looked hopeful.

“umm there’s one.” i said with a quick nod. Regina smiled softly at that before rolling her eyes and telling her mom to get out so we could study. after her mom left Regina pulled out her laptop and i did the same and we studied and only talked about school as if nothing had happened.

A/N: sorry for the delay i wasn’t sure how to start off with this one but once i got it going it was easy to finish. hope you enjoyed this thank you, i’ll have part 4 out quicker next time.

#wattpad #movies #celebrities #actress #regina x reader #mean girls #wlw post

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Yandere Stobotnik x Platonic Reader Chapter 1: Chilling

Cross posted on Quotev, I am picking this back up!

The morning light shone through the windows, directly hitting you in the eye as you woke up to a shower that could be heard through out the house. Tom was taking a morning shower before his shift would start, and Maddie was preparing her yoga space for her morning routine. Ozzy was laying at your feet, he had spent the night sleeping with you. Out of the humans, it seemed like they were all active in the house, except you, you just stared at your ceiling for 30 minutes until you had mustered enough energy to get out of bed and get dressed.

As you started figuring out your outfit, Maddie walked in the house, yelling "Good Morning!", You could hear Tom finishing his shower as well. You quickly opted to grab whatever you saw and put it on, causing you to wear a mismatched outfit, which didn't feel right, but this was a safe place so it was okay. As you walked down the stairs and into the kitchen and living downstairs area, Maddie was finishing up making breakfast for you, Tom and her.

She put the plate of waffles down in front of you and in front of her chair, and slipped a piece of meat to Ozzy before sliding into her honorary seat at the table, She brought Tom some donuts she bought yesterday. You meticulously made sure that the waffle had butter in every square hole before eating -it would feel wrong if it didn't have butter-, and Maddie ate hers with a little bit of butter. You ate in comfortable silence with each other. The air didn't feel thick, or like it was forced. It was a pleasant morning, and not much could be heard of the outside over everybody eating their breakfast.

There was knocking on the door, a polite knock like someone who knew that he was welcome, but still knocked anyway. It was Wade, as he liked to carpool with Tom while driving down into the town together. Tom gave a kiss to Maddie on the cheek and went out to the front door. You waved at Wade -it felt to uncomfortable to not be wearing the right clothes to greet someone further than a wave-, and yelled out a "Bye!" to Tom before he closed the door.

"So what are you planning on doing today?" Maddie queried to you before taking a sip from her glass of water. "W- well, I was planning on going d- down to the library later today when I walk Ozzy, a- and maybe watching a movie or something." You said, still a little bit anxious about being in the wrong clothes to see people. "That sounds good to me, You feeling okay?" You felt a little off, like something big was going to happen, but that could be that you were going to school soon. "I f- feel okay. Just a little anxious cause' I was in the wrong clothes."

She looked up at you in pitying eyes. Both her and Tom didn't know how to help when these things happened, and you didn't know how help yourself, so it was hard to know what to do for everybody. "Aw, I'm sorry to hear that. Are you going to be okay for now though?" You sat down the fork with the second to last bite on your plate, and replied, "I think so, I don't want to bother you or anything. I'll be fine." She looked away and towards her plate, which was now empty. "Okay, if you say so."

She got up and picked both plates up and took them over to the sink, where she asked you to wash the dishes while they were gone. "I'm going to go to work now, Have a nice day." You hugged her, and said "Have a nice day." She left, leaving you alone in the house with Ozzy.

You checked the time, 6:34. You could probably watch a few episodes before Ozzy needed to go pee, or you could get started on the dishes. You chose to get started on the dishes, that way you had free time for the rest of the day, and could watch without guilt. You then got changed into the correct clothes ,at around 7:12 you finished, which was good timing, because then Ozzy needed to go. You took Ozzy out for walk, and stopped by the library when you walked into town. You leashed Ozzy to the nearby bike rack, and walked into the library.

One of your favorite smells, the smell of old books and dust quickly assaulted your nose. The teen at the front desk looked up from her book and waved to you, the button that said He / She on his shirt reflected into your eyes for a moment as he waved. "Hey, came here to talk?" You walked over, and shook your head. "No, I'm here for a few books, Ozzy is waiting outside for me." He clicked her tongue, "Aww. You know I miss you, right?" You chuckled, "Of course, I'm awesome, Why wouldn't you miss me?" She rolled his eyes, "Whatever, what you checkin' out this time?" "I don't know, any updates on the series?" He shook her head. "No, unfortunately." You sighed, "What a shame, well I gotta go find the books and get going soon or someone may steal Ozzy." "Alright."

You roamed around the library, checking out a few books that caught your eye, albeit you knew you probably wouldn't finish them in time. You checked out quickly, and unleashed Ozzy from the bike rack when you walked out of the library. In the corner of your eye you could see a duck with a bagel in it's mouth. Weird. You walked around a little bit, but you decided to go back to the house at around 9:23.

You and Ozzy walked up the gravel pathway to the house, a couple books in one hand, his leash in the other. You opened the front door and saw a flash of blue momentarily. You blinked a couple times but didn't see anything. Well, if there was something, you were sure that Ozzy would have barked or something of the sort. You unleashed Ozzy and he jumped onto the couch to lie down.

You set the books down in your room, and you stared at them deciding which to read first. You decided to go for the one on the top, because it was the book that wasn't part of a series -or at least, you hoped wasn't- and finished reading both books at around lunchtime. You walked down the stairs and made yourself a sandwich along with some chips.

You plopped down on the couch pretty hard by accident which woke Ozzy up, so you scratched his head in apology. You then, washed your hands again because you didn't want dog fur getting in your mouth. You turned on the television to Yes Man and ate your lunch.

As you watched, you started to notice something in the window via the reflection of the television. You started staring intently, as it was some weird looking thing that was blue. What if that was the thing I saw earlier? You turned around to face it and momentarily caught some weird looking hedgehog thing. Ozzy got spooked when you got up quickly, suspicious of what was going on.

You ran outside with Ozzy in tail behind you, and could see the thing run away. You ran after it saying, "I SAW YOU!" "NO! YOU DIDN'T!" You stopped running, out of breath from doing mostly nothing but sitting down all summer at the computer. Ozzy stuck by you, waiting for his owner to catch their breath. You decided to ask Tom or Maddie about what happened, depending on who came home first.

You waited for your nerves to calm down before trying to do anything, and decided that watching TubeYou was a good idea to get calmer. You got distracted by the talk of "Why Yandere's are bad and You shouldn't romanticize it ..." You fell down a rabbit hole of yandere content, which caused you to lose sense of time. Soon, you heard Maddie yelling about an envelope.

"Whoo! San Francisco police department wrote back!" You clambered down the stairs, wanting to know more. Maddie turned to you, "It's a small envelope, which means it's good, right? Or is that just college letters?" You smiled, infected by her happiness, "I think it applies to both?" She slapped the letter down on the kitchen island, and the announced to you: "I will go grab some cakes, tell him to wait if he gets back before me."

She shut the door as she left, leaving you alone for a second time in the day. You walked over to the letter, interested. You looked it over, it seemed like this could change your life, was that the weird vibe I have been feeling all day? Did some part of me know that this letter would arrive today?

You mentally shrugged and sat back down on the couch, unpausing where you left off. Soon, you could hear Maddie getting back to the house. You ran outside to help her, where she gratefully handed you one of the cakes to carry inside. You put the cakes in the cabinet inside the kitchen island -so it would be a surprise for Tom- and Maddie got onto her laptop to pull up apartments in San Francisco.

You decided to ask her about the hedgehog thing that you saw earlier. "Hey, Maddie?" She hummed what sound like a yes, so you kept going. "H- Have you seen anything weird lately?" She titled her head to think about it. "No, I don't think so, Have you?" You started to fidget with your fingers, "W- Well, I saw this thing in the window, a-and it kind of looked like a h-hedgehog?" She turned to look at you better, "Hmm. I wonder what it was then, do you remember more about it?" "It was blue, and a little anthropomorphic, like it was kind of human looking, but it had too big of eyes, and hedgehog spikes in the back of the head." She tapped her lip in curiosity, "Maybe it was aliens?" She wanted to give you an answer, but that was the best she could do. "M -Maybe, it was." You joked, it hardly calmed you to know that she didn't know what it could be. "Let's ask Tom about it." She agreed, and went back to looking for places to stay.

You went and sat back down at the couch with Ozzy laying beside you, you mindlessly pet his head while reading fanfiction. After a few hours, and around ~6:21, Tom pulled into the driveway. The gravel was crunchy underneath the tires, and he could be heard yelling at the racoons. Ozzy jumped up from the couch to greet Tom at the front door. "Leave them alone, Tom. They're not doing anything." Maddie scolded him. Tom, feels differently about the racoons. "They are eating from our trash, you have nothing to say about that?" Maddie put her hands to her hips, "They have to, Tom." He held his hand up as if he was swearing, "I promise I will be nicer to the racoons, Okay?" She pursed her lips, "Okay."

She then showed him the letter that arrived earlier, "Open it Tom, We've been dying all day to know!" You closed down what you were reading, and greeted him with a hug. "Yeah, Open it." "It's small, is that bad?" Make a that's what she said joke. "No, I don't think so, Tom, think about college admission letters." You said to calm his worries.

He stood at the kitchen island -you all had moved to be more comfy-, and opened it. You drifted a little bit thinking of San Francisco, but you quickly stopped. "...Pending background check" You cheered along with Maddie who said: "You got the job, Baby!" And she flipped open the cake box to reveal a cake that had the Golden Gate Bridge on fire with the words "Forget those losers, San Francisco sucks!" "San Francisco sucks?" You giggled a little bit, which earned you a dirty look from Maddie.

"Oops, Sorry." She brought out the other cake which said "I never had a doubt" and featured Tom as a San Francisco police officer. Tom gave her a little smirk, "Never had a doubt, huh?" She smiled back, "Nope, never had a doubt that you would be taken by the police department." Tom sat down at the table. "Pending background check." He pointed to her in defense. As she sat down, she said "Oh no, I hope they don't find out about the time you used the neighbors Wi-Fi." She said in mock concern, amused that Tom thinks that he won't be taken in. "Correction, Still using the neighbors Wi-Fi." You piped up, "Correction, We're still using the neighbors Wi-Fi."

"Ah, that makes more sense now." Maddie said. A moment of silence happened, which caused you to think that you killed the mood, and then Tom announced "Well, this is cause for celebration. Olive Garden and Hot Fuzz?" You voiced your agreement, to the choices, and got your favorite food and drink from Olive Garden. You watched Hot Fuzz and other action movies well into the night, enjoying yourselves and life.

Then, Maddie dropped the ball that she had to catch a plane ride to San Francisco in the morning, so she wouldn't be there when you woke up. You looked at her in shock, "What? Where will you stay?" She replied, "I'll stay at Rachel's with Jojo and her." Tom also looked a little surprised, but not by much, as he slightly expected this from Maddie. "Okay, what time do I need to drive you there?" "3 o' clock." You sat up in alarm, "O- oh, It's like 1 in the morning, you need to get packing Maddie." You got up quickly and started pacing from an overwhelming sense of dread. "You're right, and you need to go to sleep, do you want us to wake you up when I leave?" Tom stated and asked, "N- No, I'll see you again, it's not like we're going to be apart for a long time, unless you want me to hug you bye?" She laughed slightly, "No, sweetie, it's okay. You're right, we'll see each other again, so you should catch up on your sleep."

You hugged her before saying "Good Night." and heading to your room. You looked at the ceiling, anxious for what's to come of your life. You couldn't sleep with all of your intrusive and anxious thoughts, so you settled for tossing and turning all night. Eventually, however, you felt your eyes burn from exhaustion and you closed your eyes.

A flash of blue appeared, and there was a power outage, which you knew cause your nightlight turned off, Tom quickly ran in and assured you it was probably nothing and he was going to take care of it.

You closed your eyes again.

The

Last

Thing

You

Saw

Was

Vermillion.

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Missing You, with Ike Eveland

Warning !

Fluff ! ; Clingy! Ike Eveland <3

A/n : As I said about posting something about Ike's voicemail voice tweet, It took me awhile since I'm still in writer block (⁠ ⁠；⁠∀⁠；⁠)

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Waking up to get 1 unread voice mail from your beloved Novelist, Ike Eveland. You gently smiled at his name that popped up the first thing in the morning, you then proceed to open his voice mail and proceeds to listen to it.

. . .

That's right, he's currently traveling abroad due to his work. You have to admit, you miss him too. Sometimes too much to the point you cried yourself to sleep.

When he's away from your grasp, you usually would send each other voicemails, like today for example. Sometimes you would listen to his other voicemails every night to help you go to sleep, and of course in one of his shirts.

After you listened to Ike's voicemail, you proceeds to hit the call button. Somehow you're nervous, though he did say to call him after you woke up. You wonder what time is it for him, is it late like he mentioned? After awhile you finally heard a familiar voice ringing into your ear,

"Babe, I-" "I miss you too Ikey.." you cut your beloved Novelist in the middle of his sentence, he chuckled softly. "I'm coming back home tomorrow.. I can't wait to see you again.." Ike said you can hear some rustling coming from his side. "Are you in bed right now?" You asked softly, "Mhm.. It feels lonely when there's no one to hug.." he replied. Making you awe by his cute statement, "We can cuddle when you got home.."

Both of you were on the phone call for quite sometime, Ike companied you when you ate breakfast, turning on the camera looking at each other through the phone screen. And oh how you want to just screenshot everything, Ike on the bed, cuddling with the pillow with his messy hair.

"Ike, isn't it late over there? What time are you going to sleep?" You asked as you continue eating your breakfast. The Novelist blink for a moment and looked over his phone, he then proceeds to lay back down and stared at you. Pouting.

"Ikee??" You called him out, you know where this is going. "What time did you go to sleep when you're there." You asked making the Novelist went stiff for a moment.

"At.. uh.. a reasonable time..?" He replied, "Ike Eveland-" "Okay-! Okay, I barely go to sleep here because I can't sleep well without you! I have tried multiple times but I failed." Ike cuts you off with an explanation. "I just want to go home and just dive myself into your arms.." you can hear the desperation in his voice, "Ikey.. I'll go pick you up tomorrow okay?" You said, "So go to sleep now, I'll company you to go to sleep through the phone call.." you continued. The Novelist's eye shines a little and then smiled softly, he whispered a little 'okay' and then he fixed his position to sleep.

"Sleep well, Ike.."

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The next day, you're currently waiting for your beloved Novelist at the airport, with your heart beating so fast. Looking through the crowds, trying to spot the familiar appearance of your lover. After awhile, you finally spotted him.

Both of you made eye contact for a second, and the next second Ike quicken his pace and immediately engulfed you into his arms. "I miss you so much, God.." he whispered, he loosen up his arms a bit and looked at you. He kissed your forehead then both of your cheeks, "Ikeee.." you called his name and bury yourself in his arms. "Let's go home.." he whispered.

. . .

The moment both of you reached your home sweet home, you told Ike to take a shower first before cuddling. And the Novelist had the audacity to ask, 'Want to join me?' before laughing at your flustered state and proceeds to take a shower. But to be fair, who doesn't want to join him?

After awhile, Ike finally finished taking a shower. He immediately joins you on the bed, burying his face at the crook of your neck. "Mm.. I miss this feeling.." he whispered, you chuckled softly and pat his head. "Your hair isn't dried properly.." you commented making the Novelist chuckled, "Then dry it for me" he replied. Making you softly shaking your head, you grabbed the towel that's around his neck and proceeds to dry his hair whilst he's still burying his face at your chest.

"Ike, you know very well that I can't dry your hair like this right"

"Mhm.."

"Just move away a little bit, let me at least dry your hair first then we can cuddle.."

"Mm.. fine."

After a few minutes, you finally done drying your beloved's hair. "There, now come here." You said as you open your arms, the Novelist smiled and hugs you. You kissed Ike's temple, he then hums in delight. "You don't mind if I sleep like this right?" He asked, "Mhm.. sleep well Ikey" you replied and smiled softly at him.

Right before he dozed off, you heard a whisper from the Novelist,

"I Love you.."

©fakesimp

A/n : and there we go ! Hope you liked it (⁠｡⁠•̀⁠ᴗ⁠-⁠)⁠✧

Clingy Ike, Tskr.

#nijisanji en x reader #nijisanji x reader #luxiem x reader #luxiem #ike eveland x reader #ike eveland

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boxeboxer · 3 months

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more miscellaneous writing.. this time Samy’s fun time in dreamland

She thinks of it. In the throes of half-sleep, tossing, turning, she dreams of it.

It forms a heady curtain just behind her eyes, dark and deep, like the smell of mahogany at the back of the throat: Deepali’s fingers kneading circles into her palms, the squeeze of their hands intertwined, held together as tightly as old roots. It sends electric pulses up through the marrow of her bones, even now, even at just the thought. Her stomach clenches again in that awful way.

She’d said nothing then, watching with still, touched silence. But it had swelled at the edges of her skull, begging her to form the words: I want to take in every bit of you. I want to eat you whole.

Her heartbeat manifests itself at her temple, her inner thigh, the soles of her feet. She rolls her ankles and rubs her knees together, and imagines it—a body so cold it forms dew where the skin meets, tracing with its form the invisible line from sternum, breast, to hip. Her voice is against her ear, gentle as it always is, catching on the hitches of her electrolarynx like birdsong. Samya wants to hold onto her so tight it breaks her spine, gather her up in her arms and pull, pull, pull, ‘til there’s nothing left of either of them, just and only dust and the feeling.

When she had reached up through her ribcage, past the wires and the mesh, what had been there? Her fingers brushed past the rigid shape of the battery, the plastic hot, damp with condensate sweat, radiation scoring her arms with its minute, star-like particle shower, the gentle tic-tic-tic of the engine somewhere within, only separated by a millimeter of steel beneath her fingertips—if she had closed her eyes, she’d think she had fed herself to a hungry mouth, teeth pressed eagerly to her skin as it ate and chewed, holding fast onto its beating heart. Then there was the wetness of something bleeding onto the webbing of her thumb. It smelled of an overripe fruit, thick like sap but free of its grit or stickiness. It flowed as smooth as oil. She’d closed her hand over the opening where it spilled. Summoning clairvoyance, she fused the frayed pieces back together. The heat of it had singed her fingers.

In that breadth of a moment, threading fieldline through the eye of a needle, she’d heard it—a voice, or maybe several. And casting stygian silhouettes against her retinas was that familiar red sky, the bloodied river, exactly the way she described it to her so many times before.

“A mirror… a name…”

“Dirty, dirty, dirty…”

“I can’t jump that far…”

A face presented itself to her—Deepali’s face, distant, clouded. It was just beyond her reach, like her image upon a reflected surface. She could make out the outline, the curve from her neck to shoulder, the bending of her arm as she took her outstretched hand and held it. Cold, amphibian skin it was. It was like touching glass. She grabs hard and pulls.

They’re in the water again. The frigidness of it forces a gasp between her teeth, every nerve ending alight like she’d touched a live wire. Their hands, still together, slip apart when the current overpowers them. It’s taking her away, pushing her further no matter how hard she kicks.

“Samya!” Deepali cries. Not Amari, not ma’am, not lady, not missus, not Doctor—Samya. At first, she thinks she’s calling out for someone else. “Samya, help me, I can’t swim!”

Her clothes are weighing her down, caught in the tide as if wind to sails. All she can see is Deepali’s hair above the waves, an orange flame fighting against the white water, before it’s extinguished when it disappears below.

Samya dives. Her ears are drowned with hydraulic sound, the rushing of her own blood and the pressure of the water heavy on her jaw. A chasm has opened below them, rendered as only a gradient into darkness with no bottom. Deepali’s disappearing into it, an eruption of air coming from her mouth and nose before her body begins to sink, dropping like she had been tied to stone. Samya swims down, down, fighting the buoyancy of her lungs, parting the water with her hands as if she could manipulate it as easily as she moved air. She tries to manifest thread, to expand what little nitrogen is left in Deepali’s circuits, to force her own brain to release the adrenaline to make her faster, stronger, but down here she is as helpless as everyone else.

How could it be true, that she was so sought after, so treasured—endowed with clairvoyance so rare, so alien? It hadn’t saved her, or her mother, or the world. Now, as Deepali drifts further and further away, she realizes she can’t save her either. They all keep slipping from her hands—she just can’t hold on tight enough. It’s never enough. She keeps fighting but it’s never, ever enough.

A memory, Deepali’s voice against the roar of the sea: “Even a machine is better than that.” They had felt like the same person right then, a shared soul, entangled across just a short distance in the sand. Let me be you. Let me live in you. I am you. Her lungs take in water.

She feels herself on the cusp of waking, the small of her back brushing blankets and warm sheets. Instead of the water, her eyes open to see hands treading fabric, fingers pulling at the fibers of a folded shirt. The sunlight, casting unfamiliar shadows over the bed, causes her to spring forward and put her weight onto her palms. Her lips are dry, the cracked skin rough against her tongue when she goes to lick them, but her skin is damp with sweat under her arms and in the space between her neck and clavicle. She calms her breathing and lets her heartbeat lower from its place lodged in her throat.

#ouro #mine #writing #i’m really really bad at giving my writing names. theyre just named random nouns in my google drive

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itsaash · 7 months

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Hamptons cubs AU: monster

This is the second last part!! Wild. Thanks to @noots-fic-fests and @lumosinlove and to everyone who has been reading.

He was nervous and excited for the big day, Leo’s food being photographed and the magazine editor trying his recipes. He wanted to help and maybe also wanted to hide. But, no, they didn’t know he had heard them, and after a nice evening all together and some sleep, he felt less mortified. Honestly, he was sad. They’d be leaving tonight, after the dinner. It was the last night that he’d have friends in his house and the spectre of a quiet week hung over him. He let the rhythm of his steps on the boardwalk lull him and the bad feelings slowly faded away. He’d help Leo, do anything he can to make the dinner a success, and see Leo again in a few short days. Finn loved how nothing seemed as bad after a run.

He walked through the kitchen to Logan making coffees.

“Hiho, Logan,” Finn said, chugging some water.

“You’ve already exercised? Gross,” Logan said. His hair was still sleep mussed and his voice was scratchy. “I had to promise Leo coffee in bed to convince him to not make another practice batch of boudin before this afternoon.”

Finn laughed. “Good man, and good luck,” he said with a salute and left the room to shower. He figured he should leave Leo and Logan alone, Logan knew how to support Leo better than he ever could. He hit the doorframe with his palm as he passed under it, feeling unsettled.

The nervous energy in the house was high the rest of the morning. Haley and Ramsey cleaned, Finn tried to work while Leo did the first steps of the boudin balls. He chopped onion and peppers and jalapeños into small cubes. Finn found himself in awe, just watching the knife move in meticulous motions, leaving each ingredient perfectly shaped. Leo went through the steps that even Finn was becoming familiar with, adding the meat and spices, setting the pot to simmer, having Logan taste it and adjust. Finn managed to work a bit while the pot was simmering, the smell started to spread through the air. He kept glancing outside, where Logan had led Leo by the hand to sit in the shade while he could. The mixture got processed and then they all ate lunch together, Leo serving the coleslaw he had made the day before, rice, and some of the boudin that hadn’t gone into the fridge to be made into balls. Finn set to washing the dishes so the kitchen would be ready when it was time to prep for Pandora to arrive. When they came back in, Leo took the batch out from the fridge and he had his game face on, which made Finn's heart expand in earnestness.

“Holy fuck I forgot the parsley,” Leo said, under his breath and in horror. Finn and Logan both snapped their heads up.

“Quoi?” Logan said, in shock.

“Ok, ok, you can mix it in still, right? Cut it super fine and mix it in?” Fine offered, shaking off his wet hands.

Leo was already moving to the fridge to get the fresh parsley. “Yeah, yeah, ok, shit, how could I forget this?”

Logan ran a hand up and down his back as he stood behind him.

“It’s ok love, you’re doing so much and it’s all going to be amazing. We can fix this.”

Leo nodded like a puppet and set to chopping the parsley.

He cut himself.

He had used those knives all week, and he was a professional. He was moving quickly, but he always cut safely. But shit happens, and maybe mercury was retrograding, or maybe it was fate or just bad fucking luck, but today was just the day that he happened to cut himself. It wasn’t good.

He stood in silence for a long second before the pain hit, in shock. When Leo gasped and swore in pain both Logan and Finn jumped towards him. Finn saw the blood and ran for the first aid kit in the bathroom, when he got back Logan had Leo’s hand wrapped in paper towel, still standing in the same spot he had been chopping.

“Ok Leo, it’s ok, just over here, ok? We’ve got you,” Finn led Leo to the sink. He peeled away the red paper towel and had Leo do a quick rinse under cold water so they could see the damage. Finn felt a wave of relief, the end of a finger was cut, but it wasn’t gaping or gushing and with a soft murmured question and a wince of pain, Leo agreed he could move his finger. Finn took some gauze from the kit and pressed it to Leo’s finger.

“Pressure. 5 minutes, no peeking. Just hold it.” Leo nodded, his blue eyes looking big and shiny. Finn wrapped his hand around both of Leo’s. “It’s ok, it’s going to be ok.”

Logan pushed a stool over to them, and Leo sat down into it and closed his eyes for a long second. One tear trailed down his cheek and Finn followed its progress raptly all the way down to his jaw.

“Fuck me,” Leo said and opened his eyes. Finn’s heart squeezed at the worry in his eyes.

“No, no, Leo, it’s ok. We’ll help. It’ll stop bleeding soon, and we’ll help you. We’re still getting you in that magazine.”

Logan had appeared at Leo’s side and pressed his body into the side of Leo’s. Leo tilted his head over, resting on Logan’s chest, and Finn was very aware that he was still holding Leo’s hand, but he didn’t let go.

“You stay here, soleil, I’ll clean up, c'est bon. Finn, more paper towels and some sort of cleaner?”

“Uh, some regular cleaner under the sink here, but I think the powerful stuff and more paper towels are in the closet upstairs.” He started to turn, but Logan waved him off.

“Ouais, I’ll find them,” he said, and hurried out of the kitchen.

Leo took a shaky breath and Finn brought his other hand up to Leo’s forearm and stepped closer.

“Are you ok? How much does it hurt?”

“It hurts. I’m more so mad at myself, why today?” Leo moaned, dropping his head back in frustration. “I wanted today to be perfect.”

“Hey, hey, Le, we are going to help you. I’ll cut the parsley. You can direct us. We’ve seen you do this, we can help. And you’ll stop bleeding and you’ll be able to do some of the steps later today. It’s all still good.” Fines was rubbing Leo’s arm as he spoke, trying to soothe him.

“Yeah, yeah ok, thanks Finn,” Leo said through a sigh and brought his head back down. And suddenly, they were much closer together than they had been. Leo’s face was so close, closer than Finn had ever seen it. His eyes were bright, and there were a few wet tracks down his cheeks. Freckles scattered lightly over his cheeks and there was the grey patch of hair at his forehead, blending in with the rest of his blond curls. Their eyes locked together for a long, heart thumping moment. Finn’s hand moved without thought, and brushed the hair back from Leo’s face. He was even closer now, so close. Finn could feel the heat coming off of Leo’s body and noticed for the first time he was standing between Leo’s legs. How had he not realised that before? He felt blood rush to his ears, a flush rising to his neck. He saw Leo’s eyes dart down to his lips and then they were even closer together, Finn could feel Leo’s shallow breaths through the small space between them.

“Found them!” Logan said, entering the kitchen. Finn jumped and straightened, but managed to not bolt, some part of his traitorous brain thankfully remembering he had Leo’s injured hand wrapped in his.

“Awesome, Tremzy,” Finn said, trying to sound normal, whatever the fuck normal would even mean amidst this fucking soap opera of a day.

“Has it stopped bleeding yet?” Logan asked as he sprayed and wiped the counter and floor.

“2 more minutes of compression before we check,” Finn said. He was thankful he had a reason to have a shaky voice. Leo was quiet, was just looking at him. “Can you grab Leo a tylenol when you’re done there, Tremz? From that cabinet there?”

Logan tossed the dirty cleaning supplies and got the tylenol, joined Leo and Finn. He stroked Leo’s hair as Finn just had been, and Finn felt his heart squeeze in guilt. Leo was Logan’s boyfriend. He was being a monster. He had to stop this.

“We’re going to need more parsley, right?” Finn asked, voice high. “I know where it is in the garden, I’ll be back.” And he finally let go of Leo’s hand, gently, letting Logan take it instead, and fled outside.

Before going back inside, Finn gathered himself for what felt like the 100th time that week. Why couldn’t his stupid body remember that the two of them were already together? It had been a good week, but also such a confusing one. He put the parsley to his nose and inhaled the savoury scent, using it to distract himself and focus. Leo was inside fucking bleeding and needed his help. He had to go help and make this day happen, for Leo.

So he slid the door open and went into the kitchen, which undeniably smelled amazing, although now with more than a hint of cleaner.

“You ok Leo?” Seeing him sitting on the stool, Logan between his legs now, his forehead resting on Logan’s chest, it was easy to just focus on what needed to be done. “Has it stopped bleeding?”

Leo tilted his head up at him. His face glistened with sweat and tears. “Yeah, it’s getting there. Just mad at myself.”

“Non, it’s not your fault and I don’t want to hear you say it is,” Logan said into Leo’s hair.

“Want me to chop this?” Finn asked, holding up the parsley.

“Yeah, thanks so much Finn, you’re a lifesaver.” Finn took a step towards the cutting board and Leo spoke again. “Actually, you could put it in the little smoothie blender. It’ll get tiny and then no one has to use knives again.”

“You sure? I can do it slow and steady?” Finn said.

“I’m sure, the blender will get it nice and small.”

So Finn processed the parsley and mixed it carefully into the boudin and put it all back in the fridge.

“D’accord, that has to sit for awhile yet? And there’s time. Let’s get your finger wrapped up.” Logan carefully unwrapped the digit and used a butterfly bandage, gauze, and a finger bandaid. He kissed the tip of each of Leo’s uninjured fingers and raised Leo’s hand above his head. Leo kept his arm up as Logan leaned in for a soft but deep kiss. “We’re ok, it’s ok,” he murmured. Finn busied himself cleaning up the first aid kit while Logan led Leo to the couch. Finn brought Leo a glass of iced tea and then turned back to his notes, not looking at how Logan and Leo’s hair mixed and contrasted when their heads were tilted together.

~~~~~~~

Like they were professional athletes at a starting line, at 2:00 the final preparations began. Finn’s parents vacated the area, and Logan and Finn helped Leo gather the ingredients from the fridge and pantry.

“Put on some music, Harzy?” Leo asked. “Give us something motivational or optimistic or even full on delusional, cause we have to get this done.”

They all laughed when the first bars of eye of the tiger started, so Finn let the song keep playing.

“Ok love, so you can’t use your left hand as your wet hand for the egg dipping, right? I think Finn and I can manage rolling the balls and dipping them in the egg and breadcrumbs? And you can probably manage frying them with one hand?” Logan said.

“You know the steps?” Leo said, impressed.

“Leo,” Finn laughed. “Do you know how many times you’ve made these this week? Ok I’m on egg, you take the breadcrumbs, Tremzy.”

And so they did. Finn formed the balls, Leo sitting across from them and approving the size and shape of each before he would dip the ball in egg and then place it into the dish with bread crumbs in it. Logan would shower it in breadcrumbs and line them up on a tray. A pot of oil was starting to sizzle on the stove. Logan and Finn gave each other an eggy and crumby high five when all the balls were coated and lined, and laughed as they cleaned up the space for Leo to start frying. After Leo struggled with the first few, they found another pattern of Finn helping to stabilise the ball onto a slotted spoon that Leo used to slowly lower them into the oil, and Logan had a paper towel and cooling rack lined tray right beside Leo to roll the balls off onto. Leo hardly needed to take a step, and their five hands worked in tandem, like a coordinated dance, music playing in the background and the trees waving through the window, for nearly an hour while they fried all the boudin balls.

Leo laughed in relief when he set the last one on the cooling tray. “Wow, that was probably ridiculous to watch, but we make a good team.” He took Logan under his arm and gave Finn a gentle fist bump with the other. “I appreciate y’all helping me.”

“Nothing else we’d rather do,” Logan said. “What’s next?”

Leo rolled his shoulders back, thinking. “Plate the coleslaw into one of the pretty pottery bowls, grill the veg, thank the lord they’re already chopped, cut the cornbread into cute squares and plate them, plate the boudin balls and the sauce, and I think that’s it.”

Finn shook his head, laughing. “I want to eat all of it right now,” he clapped his hands together. “Ok, chop chop then!”

Leo levelled him with a serious look. “No chopping jokes, thank you very much.”

Finn rested his hand on his shoulder and squeezed. “Ok, no problem. I’ll cut it out.”

Logan and Leo both groaned. “I’ll do dishes and get the stuff from the fridge,” Logan said with an eye roll.

“I’ll get the veggies all out to the barbeque, and then come back in and cut the bread,” Finn laughed.

“No, I want to cut the cornbread. I’m fine, I can do it,” Leo protested. Finn agreed, reluctantly and they all set to their tasks. Leo supervised and advised and chose which dishes to use, and set a few more aside in case the photographer wanted options, and it was generally organised chaos until everything was sitting arrayed on the kitchen island and they stood there proudly, nothing left to do.

“Leo,” Finn sighed. “It smells and looks so good. I can’t even believe we have to wait for the pictures to be done to get to eat it all.”

Leo just laughed and stretched his arms above his head. “I’m so nervous, and I can’t smell anything anymore. What if it’s all gross,” he groaned. Logan shook his head and shoved him towards the door, both of them going upstairs to change into fresh clothes.

Pandora arrived like a summer breeze, warm and airy and kind. She exclaimed over the smells and the house and the view. She started clicking photos and jotting down notes about the recipes almost the minute she arrived. Finn and Logan retreated to the dining table to give them space, and just watched Leo describe the food animatedly, watched him and Pandora arrange and rearrange the dishes. Moving them into and out of the dappled light coming through the windows. Beside the pretty backsplash, on the wood floor, then brought some of the dishes outside to photograph with a natural background.

Logan scooted his chair right beside Finn’s. “Look at him smile, he’s so happy,” he sighed.

Finn smiled back, responding to Logan’s bright smile. “Yeah, he’s really really good at this.”

“Ouais, he’s just so good overall? He’s amazing. I’m so lucky.”

“Yeah, he’s the best,” Finn agreed, the words so true he hadn’t thought to hold them back until they were out. He turned to Logan with a moment of worry that Logan wouldn’t like him saying that. But Logan was just looking at him softly.

“You’re pretty amazing too, Finn. Thank you so much for this week. It’s been so nice, to be somewhere this beautiful, this chill, with Leo,” he gestured out the door, then turned back to Finn, “with you.”

Finn crooked a smile at him. “Well I can’t take much credit for any of the beauty around here. Thank my parents, and like, the gardener I guess.” He was trying to downplay, but also couldn’t tear his gaze away from Logan’s. Logan was looking right back at him. He had a ring of hazel brown at the centre of his green eyes, only there when you were looking this closely, in the bright natural light of the kitchen. Finn could look at these eyes for hours, the colour was so deep and velvety. And then there were his lips. They were a bit dry, but such a full, perfect shape. Finn couldn’t look away and when he glanced back up to Logan’s eyes he saw that Logan was looking at him just as intently and for the second time today his heart sped up and heat spread up his neck. Two people, so different, but both so extraordinary, his heart felt like it was growing, making more room.

“I think you can take some credit,” Logan said lowly. What had they been talking about? “You are so generous, Finn. So fun to be around. This week, with you, has been really special.” Logan was even closer now, again, and Finn could now feel his breath gently against his skin, soft and sweet.

Pandora and Leo bustled back into the room, talking animatedly. Finn bounced away from Logan, and Logan sat back more slowly, smiling over at Leo. Finn stiffened, and stayed stiff the rest of the night. He didn’t let himself reach across Logan for the coleslaw, didn’t take Leo’s hand to inspect when he asked how his finger was feeling. He did everything he could to avoid the gravity that was pulling him towards Leo and Logan. They ate, and laughed. With his parents and Pandora at the table too, the conversation was free and easy even as Finn’s heart was tight and guilt gnawed at him. Pandora left, effervescent with praise for Leo and excited discussion about sharing and editing the photos. Finn’s parents shooed the boys from the kitchen, saying they would clean up tonight. Logan and Leo packed up and before Finn knew it they were all standing outside the front door, near where he had first seen Logan again for the first time in years, just 10 days ago. He melted a little into Leo’s deep hug, unable to stop himself from absorbing the sunshiney heat Leo’s presence always brought. Then Logan stepped forwards and part of Finn wanted to bolt, but as images of lowly lit study rooms and Harvard greens passed through his mind, he took Logan into his arms and inhaled deeply with his nose in Logan’s neck.

“It was so good to see you again, Tremzy,” Finn said, his voice shaky.

“You too Finn. This was, well this was the best surprise. And the best week.” Finn pulled away, knowing he was dangerously close to tears.

“Thanks for having us,” Logan said.

“No problem,” Finn said, overly bright. His eyes were stinging. “Anytime!”

He felt Leo and Logan’s gaze travel over him and he held himself tall and smiling, waving until they were in their Uber and driving away. Then he collapsed onto the front step, head in his hands as one ragged sob escaped his chest. They were so good, and here he was, wanting both of them.

I’m such a monster.

#characters by lumosinlove #coast to coast #o'knutzy #fic-o-ween 2023 #Hamptons au #cw blood #cw minor injury #second last part!!!

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sweetbillwriting · 1 year

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The Real Deal

Part 12 - The D Word

Characters: AU Single Bill Skarsgård. A version of Bill where he becomes single 2017 and with a different timeline. AU Skarsgårds and others. The rest is my own original characters.

Setting: This chapter is just set in 2021.

Warnings: 18+, mentions of weight, mentions of cheating, mentions and allusions of fetishes, mentions of abortion, violence (sort of), sex work, slut shaming, blackmail.

Notes: This story has almost reached its end. The next part will be the last chapter about Bill and Cassie! I apologize for not putting in a "read more" cut but I didn't have a laptop to do it with!

October 2021

She heard the shower running when she got home. Lucky for her Bill had left the door ajar as usual so she could storm in. He stood naked on the beige fluffy rug on the way into the shower when she walked in with determined steps. She couldn't stop herself from looking at his member and then his naked chest but looked pissed. Bill smirked and looked at her.

"Did you want something?"

Cassie took one more look at his naked body before speaking.

"You said 'fitta' meant 'pussy'.."

Bill gave her a curious look.

"Yeah?"

"So when my boss didn't dare to talk to this guy… I called her 'fitta'." She gave Bill a pointed irritated look.

Bill smiled bashfully but couldn't stop himself from smiling even bigger.

"Oh," he said with a big smile and dragged his hands over his naked hips.

"Did you lie to me?"

"No, no, no! It's just maybe more mean like… 'cunt'. But not exactly." He hadn't stopped smiling yet, especially because Cassie looked so annoyed. "Like you have a 'fitta', I would use that word. 'Cunt' is so much more… ugly. 'Fitta' is prettier but you shouldn't call someone that or…"

"You say that to your friends! You called Hampus that just a few days ago!" Her arms were crossed and it looked like she would even stomp her feet.

"That's different… It's like… A guy thing?"

Cassie shook her head and started to dress down.

"A guy thing… More like a little boy thing. Fucking asshole," she muttered while walking into the shower. Bill gave her a confused look.

"I was about to…" he gave a nod to the shower.

"Come in then, fucking 'fitta', she said and pulled him in.

Bill just smiled amused and hugged her from behind.

She had gained some "sambo weight" just like himself but she still let him caress her body just the way he wanted to. She had started a new life and made awful green smoothie bowls for him and ate weird dietary supplements.

"I have booked flight tickets now…" said Cassie carefully while she shampooed her hair. Bill still got sour thinking about everything about her earlier side gig. He looked down and pretended his stomach needed some extra washing. They had waited on him to end the filming of his Swedish movie but now it was really time to do something. Cassie got more and more nervous everyday.

Bill sighed and moved closer to the shower so he could wet his hair.

"Good…" he just said.

Cassie looked at him and felt once again, her bad conscience.

"I'm sorry baby…" she whispered and looked down at the floor. Bill looked at her and moved close and took her face in his hands.

"We will solve this shit, okay? But don't say sorry again. You have said it already and I have forgiven you."

Cassie looked at his big green eyes, the storming feelings inside them but also the sincerity.

She kissed his lips and dragged him as close as she could and let herself accept his embrace and unconditional love.

A week later they were finally in Manhattan outside of the building where Georg Visser had his office. Cassie had thought it would be herself that would be nervous but Bill had gotten all quiet in the taxi and now walked around in circles outside of the entrance with his hands deep down in the pockets of his bomber jacket. Cassie just stood and looked at him, waiting on him to calm down. He kicked at an AirPod someone must have dropped with the toe of his scuffed ankle boot. Cassie looked at the poor AirPod land in a puddle but continued to be quiet. She hadn't been on him and nagged about anything that day, not even his clothes so he wore his regular jeans with a well worn long sleeved t-shirt. A few months ago she would have forced him to wear a button up but now even she wasn’t dressed up. She had on sneakers, jeans and an oversize leather jacket. She was surprised at how comfortable she was being dressed like that in New York, meeting Georg Visser. It was probably because she was so comfortable with Bill she didn't feel the need to dress up for others, but also that many of her tight dresses and skirts didn't fit as they used to.

"Okay… Okay…" Bill said, taking a deep breath and fixing his hair.

"He isn't that bad. Just a bit of a snob," said Cassie. She had told Bill about Georg, his feelings for her but also that he often called himself 'daddy' in her presence. Bill had gotten really uncomfortable but she felt the need to tell him now before they met.

Georg looked at the couple amused when they walked into his company's place. He looked at the tall man with big telling eyes and the woman he had conflicted feelings towards, dressed in a way he wasn't used to.

"Cassie, babe!" He said loudly and walked up to her and lifted her up in his arms. He did it both with joy to see her and to provoke her boyfriend, the stiff Swede next to her.

Bill looked at the man, who was in his fifties, lifting Cassie and felt the annoyance rise at once. The man looked good for his age but was way too old for Cassie. Cassie looked young for her age and still had that angelic look a young woman has. Bill clicked his tongue when Cassie pushed Georg away but he continued to be too close to her. The sound made Georg turn to Bill and once again looked him up and down. It was obvious that most of his clothes were well worn and not at all of the quality he himself demanded of his clothes but he looked at Bill's flawless skin and high cheekbones and he envied his striking looks and youth. He didn't need expensive suits to look good.

"Georg Visser," he said and put out a hand to Bill. Bill took his hand and felt the need to be just as firm as the older man.

"Bill Skarsgård."

Cassie looked at the men, the power play between them. It felt like she could take a coffee break while they just stared at each other.

Georg nodded a little then showed them into a room with sofas and armchairs around a low table. He looked at Cassie again and her fingers entwined with Bill's long ones.

"I almost didn't recognize you, honey. Is this what happens when you get a boyfriend?" He looked her up and down. That comment made Bill's hackle go up for real but Cassie just smiled and gave Bill's arm a soothing stroke.

"You mean the self love? Probably not for everyone but it did happen to me." She dragged Bill with her towards a couch and continued to smile. Bill gave her a side look and felt almost a bit stunned over how smoothly she had handled Georg's stupid comment. Georg looked at them and smiled a bit uncomfortably. Somewhere he had believed Cassie would flirt a bit with him behind Bill's back.

"I'm just going to get some papers…" said Georg and left when Cassie had given him a little nod. Bill moved closer to her when Georg had left them and Cassie laid her leg over his leg and smiled.

"You know that you're really pretty, right? Even prettier than you were in those dresses and…" He said and looked at her with searching eyes but Cassie interrupted him.

"I know," she just said like it was obvious and smiled bigger. Bill smiled a bit surprised but pleased with her confidence. She kissed him a bit too passionately for the environment but he answered fast and let it continue. Georg stood outside of the door looking at the couple in an intense liplock and sighed to himself. He went in when he saw them move a bit from each other.

"Right, right then…" he said and sat down in an armchair opposite them. "Well I asked you to come here to try to make you realize a friendly agreement would be best for you all."

Both Cassie and Bill furrowed their brows but Bill let her speak, this was her affair, he was just the sponsor.

"What do you mean with 'friendly'?"

"Oh, simple, direct… Without lawyers. You know I'm an educated lawyer and I would of course help you." Georg spinned a pen between his fingers.

Cassie looked at Bill that gave her a look of consensus. They had talked about this and were prepared for this to happen. Georg had sounded unsure as soon as Cassie had said Bill wanted to have a lawyer with them while writing the contract.

"But you would also help them, right?" Said Cassie with an attitude.

"Honey, not that attitude to daddy."

Bill made an irritated groan and gave him a sour look. Georg smirked.

"She used to call me that. I guess she doesn't call you that," said Georg and continued to smirk towards Bill.

"Maybe I will, soon," said Cassie. "But back to this. And no more of that shit. Okay?" She said to Georg with power in her voice. Both the men looked at her. Georg with a bit of rejection while Bill looked impressed.

"We want a lawyer in the room. And she has sent you the changes she wants to see in the contract."

Georg sighed, crossed his legs and looked at Bill's hand on Cassie's knee.

"Otherwise I have the old contract here and we can solve this and you don't need to meet the men that have put you in this situation." Cassie took Bill's hand in hers and took a deep breath.

"I want to meet them. I want them to understand there are real women on that site. Not just pictures of objects they want to use for money. I'm lucky to have met a man that I felt comfortable telling about my bad choices but others will destroy their life just because they press them on money. Fuck them, I want to meet those assholes," she spit while hugging Bill's hand hard. He just looked at her proudly. He had seen that side of her many times while Georg looked at her shocked. He had just met the sugarbabe Cassie and never the whole woman. He had just met the character, the Betty Boop like fantasy she had created, not that colorful person behind it.

Georg cleared his throat uncomfortably and looked down at his papers. It was the contract he and the creators of the site formulated together. They didn't want to hire another lawyer because even they knew how low this was. They just wanted a quick affair and avoid meeting one of the women they had blackmailed for money. Sure, they had the law on their side but they had used it in an ugly way.

"Fine, then we will meet tomorrow. With your lawyer… And my client."

Cassie smiled disappointed at Georg and shook her head while standing up.

"And I actually thought you cared for me. But I guess you weren't better than the others?" She said while Bill stood up. He let her talk even if he had things he wanted to say to Georg too. Georg stood up and buttoned his suit jacket with a ticking jaw.

"I do care about you Cassie but… This is just so unnecessary. They do own the pictures and you are a hooker."

He said it because of hurt feelings but also because he really wanted to see her as just that. Where had that girl he knew disappeared?

"Don't call her that. And she has left all that behind now," said Bill suddenly. He wouldn't let anyone call her such things.

He laid a protective arm around Cassie's waist. Cassie looked at him appreciatively even if she wanted to answer for herself.

"Maybe I was. With you. But I am so much more than that." She smiled and shrugged her shoulders. "Lets go," she said to Bill and leaned up to give him a peck on the lips.

Georg looked after them with the contract in his hands. His heart beating hard in his chest with regret and bitterness.

Bill and Cassie enjoyed New York the best they could even if they had much on their mind and Cassie didn't want to drink any alcohol to have a clear head for the next day. They crawled down in bed early and Bill looked at her big eyed while laying with his face towards her. She laid down the same way and smiled.

"What?" She said. Bill moved closer to kiss her.

"I'm just so fucking proud of you. You're so strong. You have such power."

Cassie laughed a little and looked up at the ceiling. Bill scooted closer and let his hand caress her hip and waist. She sensed that he was thinking about something but didn't say anything.

"And that comment about that you have changed… You were so confident in a way many girls wouldn't be…" She smiled and looked at him a bit amused.

"Mhm?"

"You're so beautiful but I didn't think you would react like that."

"I am beautiful," she said, just as confident.

"But still you don't drink and you eat all this… healthy shit."

Cassie just laid silent and smiled while Bill looked down and played with the hem of her panties.

"Have you thought about anything else, Mr. Attentive?"

Bill laughed a bit embarrassed and looked at her face fast but then he looked down again.

"Well you have these quite strong mood swings… You could almost believe that… Well, when you think of all this you could almost believe… You're pregnant?" He said carefully and looked at her face. He knew it wasn't a good thing to say to a woman who wasn't pregnant so if he were wrong he would probably have problems. Cassie made an amused sound and dragged her hand over her face.

"I wanted to wait to tell you until all of this was over… So you wouldn't think I was baby trapping you but… Yeah, I'm pregnant," she said and looked at Bill just as carefully as he had looked at her. He sat up and looked down at her.

"Are you serious? But I thought… Aren't you on the pill?"

Cassie laughed a bit nervously.

"Time to ask that now… It seems like you have inherited your dad's super sperm because they don't seem to have helped."

Bill looked puzzled and looked down at Cassie who was now supporting her head on an elbow. He laughed a little and looked around the room.

"Do you want it?" He asked and turned his head quickly towards her.

"To be honest… Yeah, yeah I really do but just if you want it. I can still have an abortion."

"No, no, no!" Said Bill and leaned down, giving her a hard kiss. "No, no. No. I want it. I want it." He kissed her again so hard the both of them became breathless and Cassie was forced to lay down. Bill laid down on top of her but then moved back from her belly, sitting between her legs and pulled up her lacy nightgown.

"So this is why you have put on weight!" He said with a big smile and dragged two big hands over her belly.

"Yeah, the real question is why have you put on weight," she teased and spread her legs so he could come closer.

"Ha ha ha." He said with pretend annoyance but then turned his smiling face down towards her belly.

"You know that I was an accident, right? They thought they were done then mom got pregnant with me and they decided to have some more kids."

Cassie smirked.

"As I said, super sperm."

Bill leaned down carefully and kissed her while one of his hands wandered up to her chest and pinched her nipple.

"Can you take my cock even if..?" He said and pressed his erection against the inside of her thigh. Cassie laughed.

"Are you hard? Now? But yeah, I can take your cock, you can't really make me more pregnant." She giggled and put her arms around his shoulders and lifted her legs up over his hips. Bill just smiled.

"Shit, I have impregnated you." He said proudly like he had done something really extraordinary.

It was obvious the next day that something had happened to Bill and Cassie. Maybe it was the four orgasms that they had had that night but most of all it was because they knew that they would have a baby in just six months. They were glowing from inside out even if they were doing a hard thing that day. But even if they were, they just thought about the future, the two of them with a baby. Bill had already downloaded an app he could follow everything every week, from a peanut to a finished baby. Cassie saw him looking at the app in the taxi to Georg's office, smiling to himself. She smiled by seeing his face and looked over his shoulder.

"Week 14 you said? You knew that the little seahorse is all hairy?" He said and showed his screen.

"Seahorse?" Cassie asked while giggling.

"It kinda looks like a seahorse." Bill smirked. Cassie shook her head.

"No?"

"Well I will call it the seahorse, okay? Or the alien."

"Okay, say the seahorse," said Cassie and shook her head. Bill continued to look at the app while walking up to Georg's office. It was probably a good distraction to avoid the thoughts. Cassie, who had known about the pregnancy for some weeks couldn't really distract herself with that anymore and felt more and more nervous every floor the elevator moved by. Bill looked at her and put his phone down.

"It will be okay," he said lowly and took her hand just before they were on the right floor. They could see Bill's lawyer, Georg and a shorter man next to him. Bill hugged her hand and slowly they walked up to the group. Bill's lawyer said hello first with a friendly hand shake and then Georg gave them a cold nod. The man to his right looked at Bill with big eyes that made Bill look at him strangely.

"This is Calvin Morris, the owner, creator and my client." Said Georg and made a motion towards the man. Cassie didn't know what to feel but thought she would be the bigger person and shake his hand but Calvin didn't even acknowledge her, just looked at Bill.

"Shit, are you fucking Pennywise?" He asked with an impressed laugh. Bill looked him up and down.

"Yes?" He said with furrowed brows. Cassie looked between them and then at the lawyer who gave her a knowing look.

"Ah shit, dude, my buddy will kill me when he finds out I met you. Can we take a picture?" Bill gave him a pointed look.

"No?"

"Oh come on! It's just a picture dude!"

Georg cleared his throat, he also looked annoyed.

"May we sit down and clear this up…"

The guy looked at him a second and then at Cassie.

"Ah shit, it's your girlfriend? Fuck, I didn't know she was dating, like, a horror icon."

He dried off his hands on his printed tee and put his hand out to Cassie.

"You're so fucking hot. I understand why you were popular and why you found like a famous sugardaddy."

Cassie looked down at his hand offended then let Bill moved it away for her.

"I'm her boyfriend, not her sugardaddy."

The lawyer cleared her throat.

"Let us talk about the contract now. My clients have better things to do."

Bill led Cassie into the room Georg had opened with their lawyer closely behind them. Calvin stood behind a while playing with his phone. He wished to take a snap with Bill instead he wrote to all of his contacts: "Hanging out with Pennywise Skarsgard!!"

They all sat down around an oval table and Georg waited impatiently on Calvin. Bill shook his head towards Cassie.

"Jävla fitta…" he said lowly about Calvin. She couldn't stop herself from giggling a bit and that made Georg look at her sourly.

When they all sat around the table, the lawyer gave Cassie and Calvin each a contract. Georg clicked his tongue because he also had his own version of the contract.

Cassie put the contract between Bill and her. They had read it before so knew what it contained. The lawyer had really written it so that there weren't any holes or paragraphs to walk around. It was waterproof.

"Mr. Morris, you wrote yesterday that you were okay with this contract. And I guess you still are?" Georg tried to get Calvin’s attention who sat preoccupied with watching Bill and Cassie. He was listening to Georg with one ear but then cleared his throat.

"I don't need the money. It feels really like an asshole move… Shit and like… You're in love and shit. Right? And you're fucking Pennywise."

Bill and Cassie looked at each other confused and then towards Calvin again who now began to doodle on his contract while Georg whispered things to him with an annoyed face. He gave it to Bill's lawyer without listening to Georg and she looked it through closely. Cassie and Bill looked at her expectantly.

"This looks great Calvin. Can I use the printer Mr. Visser?" She said, giving Cassie the contract. It said the same thing just that 50,000 was over crossed to "for free." Cassie looked at Bill who smirked and then gave a thumbs up to Calvin who got so happy by his approval he almost jumped a bit in his chair. Georg looked between them and sighed loudly.

When the contract had printed it went by quickly for them to sign it.

"But weren't you two people? Two owners I mean," asked Bill and looked at Calvin. Georg tried to stop Calvin from answering but it was too late.

"Yeah? Georg owned it with me but sold his shares to me just some months ago."

Cassie, who had been distracted with staring at the signatures suddenly looked up.

"What…?" She said and looked between Calvin and Georg.

"That can't be right…" said the lawyer, stressed, afraid she had missed something.

"It's his cousin or something that owned it on paper but he was the boss," said Calvin without realizing what he really had said. Georg looked between Cassie and Bill and stood up. He laughed a bit nervously.

"Ehh… Cassie… Em… Cassie…"

Cassie just looked at him confused, she couldn't take in what Calvin had said but Bill had. He rarely lost his temper but this was just too much.

"What the fuck??" His chair slammed down on the floor when he pushed himself up on his legs.

"Now we calm down here." Said the lawyer and looked between Georg and Bill. Cassie still couldn't really understand she just felt the stress and anxiety grow. Georg continued to laugh nervously when Bill moved towards him. Cassie looked at her boyfriend and knew if she didn't say anything now he would do something stupid. His eyes were almost black and he looked more scary than she had ever seen him. He took a hold of Georg's expensive collar but wasn't able to do anything more when he heard Cassie shout his name.

"Bill, come, let's go. Let's go. We move forward now," she said calmly and laid her hand on Bill's arm who released Georg from his grip. "He isn't worth it…"

Bill gave Georg a last angry look before turning to Cassie. His eyes softened quickly and she smiled at him and took his hand. Bill rarely felt anger wash over him, he was a collected person who registered his feelings before acting but this time it took over. It was just such a cold act and was almost unbelievable how he had fooled Cassie to both open up to him but also blackmail her at the same time. But Bill cooled down, not because Georg was worth it but because Cassie was it. He took a deep breath and then let her move him out from the room with the signed contract in her hand.

Georg stood behind with a heavy heart and a too tight tie. After losing it he turned to Calvin with an angry look.

"You are so fucking stupid, you know that?"

Calvin still sat by the table, looking at his own copy of the contract like he was pleased. Bill had put a post it on it with his signature and Calvin dragged his finger over the B over and over.

"Why? Everyone is happy, right?" He just said. Georg sighed and dragged his hands over his face. He knew what he had done to Cassie was awful but the jealousy and bitterness had just become too big when he had heard she had moved away with a fucking movie star. He took some deep breaths and walked with fast steps to catch up with them and say he was sorry.

After having said goodbye and giving the lawyer a thank you, Bill and Cassie were hugging and kissing outside of Georg's company to land on their emotions. Just that one hour had been a rollercoaster and now they just wanted the good feelings back. Bill dragged a hand over her belly.

"Is this okay too?" He asked sweetly. Cassie leaned back so he could do it more easily.

"I think so, the seahorse seems to be okay."

She smiled and watched his hand pat her belly. Bill smiled and kissed her forehead before hugging her again.

Georg watched them by the door without them noticing. They weren't far away so he had heard their sweet words between them and seen Bill's hand caressing her stomach. He looked at them a while with a heavy heart then walked in through the door again. They didn't need his apology anyway, they seem to have everything they ever wanted.

Fitta - meaning pussy/cunt. Used as a swear word but many guys use it more relaxed way between friends but you don't call a female it, then it get interpreted as a swear word.

Sambo weight - Sambo meaning that you live together. Sambo weight is what Swedes call the weight many couples put on while moving in together. Fun fact, in Sweden there is similar "legal rules" that a married couple have, this because marriage isn't as common in Sweden as it once was.

Abortion in Sweden - in Sweden you can do an abortion until week 18. After that you need to get special permission because of disease or rape and so on.

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Every Part of You

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Author’s note: Long time no see tumblr! This ficlet is actually pretty old but I wanted to post it here to revive this account. CW for brief ED mention, otherwise this is pretty fluffy. As usual my askbox is open for requests, prompts, hatemail, whatever. Enjoy!

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Still in her skivvies, Sonia flopped dejectedly onto the hotel bed, clutching the blue garment against her full chest. It was a trumpet-style gown inspired by Glaceon, aegon with pale blue fringe and an exposed back. She tried to pull up the fond memories of the week before; Gran’s prideful beam when she twirled for her, the way the beautiful dress zipped all the way without incident (Thank Arceus). But then there was that store clerk.

“Just don't feed her any more” The ageing woman with a shoddy green hair dye-job had muttered as she carried off the two other sizes Sonia tried on.

The soon-to-be professor just couldn't muster up those Glaceon Princess vibes anymore without that old woman’s words tagging along to spoil the whole thing, making her chest tighten and her eyes water.

The dress would look awful on her. The sleeveless thing would hug her stomach in all the wrong places and make her arms look like Copperjah’s gigantic trunk. Her butt would stick out and everyone would notice. No one would pay attention to her inauguration speech. They’d just be gawking at the fat redhead, the dolled-up Mamoswine. If Leon weren’t using the shower she’d fly right in and rid herself of the buttered scone she’d had on their way to The Rose of Rondelands. Now more than ever she wished Yamper had been allowed to accompany her, not just to see her sworn in as Galar’s head professor but also to comfort her. That dog always knew what to say.

“How can you name your whole bloody hotel after a Pokemon and not even allow them in?” Sonia wondered aloud, “Snobs.”

At that moment she heard the water switch off, and not long after, her boyfriend emerged from the washroom, garbed in a pair of Yamper-face boxers, (a birthday gift from yours truly).

“What’s up, Son’?” Leon furrowed his brow. After knowing the woman for as long as he had, it was effortless to discern when something was wrong.

“Oh, Lee,” Sonia groaned, sitting up, “I feel gross all over.”

Leon joined her on the bed, concerned. “Was it something you ate?”

Sonia laughed farcially. “It’s everything I’ve ever eaten.” She took a deep breath and began to explain “I didn't tell anyone, not even Nessa… this woman at the store said something really crummy and I can’t stop thinking about it. It was when I finally found my dress in the perfect size, I was so happy! And then I caught her saying ‘just don’t feed her any more’” She ended the story with a long exhale.

Leon clenched his fists in outrage “Blimey! What did Gran-Gran say to that?”

“That bitch was lucky my Gran didn’t hear her, or there would’ve been real trouble!” Sonia laughed, this time more genuinely before shaking her head, remembering what this was all about, “I’m just so embarrassed now, Lee. My stomach, my thighs, my arms and my chin, there are so many parts of me that I just hate-”

Leon silenced her with a swift kiss before pushing the dress aside and taking her in his arms,“Sonia…I understand you’re feeling bad, seriously, some folks are just plain cruel. But I hate to hear you talk that way about my favourite part.”

“What do you mean?”

The former champion leaned in to his girlfriend until she was pressed against the silk sheets. Sonia giggled as he ran two fingers up her thighs, past her stomach, along her stretch marks and up to her lips where he planted another eager kiss, which she reciprocated,

“All of this,” Leon whispered into her ear, “every part of you is my favourite part. Every part of you is beautiful no matter what some rotten stranger, or anybody in this whole damn region says.”

A tear ran down her flushed face, “Lee! Quit it, you’re getting me all mushy!” She lifted his face to her’s and their eyes met, “I love you so much, Leon.”

“I love you too, Sonia.”

The two kissed deeply as Sonia ran her fingers through Leon’s thick purple locks. “Come now,” she started after they’d broken away, “Time’s-a-wasting and I wanna show you my dress before I show anyone else!”

“Atta girl!”

Leon watched in awe as Sonia stepped in to the the gown and engulfed herself in the sea of blue sparkles. “Give me a hand with the zip?”

“My pleasure, love” He replied as he went to zip her up in the back

Sonia spun around energetically to face him, “Well, what do you think? You’re looking at the hot, new Galar Region Professor!”

Leon wiped a budding tear from his chiselled face. “Goddamn, you look amazing.” He pulled her, embracing her in a tight, muscular hug. “You’re going to do amazing out there, I’m so proud of you.”

Sonia rubbed her boyfriend’s back, “Like, it that much, huh, Lee?” She laughed, sensing his boyish excitement.

“You bet,” Leon whispered, “and I can’t wait to take it off you tonight.”

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