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TAKE CARE OF YOU [4]

Sugar Daddy!Joel Miller x Female!Reader

Overall Warnings: slow burn, angst/comfort, power imbalance, age gap, possessive tendencies, eventual smut, #daddyissues, independent reader learns to let go and relax, emotionally constipated Joel Miller learns to be vulnerable; (more specific warnings to be added to individual chapters if necessary)

Chapter Word Count: 2,515

Summary: You spent your entire adult life supporting yourself and barely getting by. It’s why a life of ease offered to you by a mysterious stranger sounded so foreign and unbelievable. Joel Miller, dressed in flannels that had seen better days, didn’t look like the kind who could promise you the world on a plate, but he seemed desperate to help out. All he asks is that you let him take care of you. That wouldn’t be so hard. Would it?

[a/n: a little on the shorter side for my usual stuff, but I needed to end this one here for future chapter pacing reasons lol. thanks for everyone who has shown sugar daddy joel love😘]

04: THAT'S MORE LIKE IT, SUGAR

"despite knowing they won't be here for long they still choose to live their brightest lives." -sunflowers

On Wednesday morning, you woke up late. At first, you had jumped up in a panic, seeing the clock read nearly 11 AM, but it dawned on you that you had traded today’s shift to work on Thursday instead. You slumped back into bed and closed your eyes. You had stayed up late last night talking to Joel just as you had Sunday and Monday night. It was becoming a habit you were more than happy to continue. A small smile drifted to your face at the thought that you’d get to actually see him tonight rather than just talk to him through a phone. 

With that excitement came a ball of anxiety. You’d get to see Joel tonight which meant he’d get to see you. It was the main reason why you had traded shifts to get today off because you needed all the time possible to get ready. Was that excessive? Absolutely. Were you overthinking it? Probably. Was that going to stop you? Nope.

You rolled over in bed and blindly felt around your nightstand until you grasped your phone. There were a few missed texts, but the first one came from Joel. ‘Enjoy your morning off, sugar. Check your front door when you wake up.’ Your eyebrows furrowed curiously. Front door? You rolled out of bed, saving the texts from Nima and Henry for later and padded out of your bedroom. For the first time in a long time, you felt giddy with excitement and the joy bubbling up into your chest only grew more immense when you opened your door. Resting on top of your welcome mat was a gorgeous glass vase filled to the brim with the most vibrant flowers you had ever seen. 

“Holy shit.” You gasped and carefully picked the vase up to bring it inside. You set it down on your kitchen counter to admire. The bouquet was a collection of bright sunflowers, beautiful red roses, and speckled throughout with some baby breath. There was a card hanging from the vase that you snatched up to read. You read it aloud, “Can’t wait to see you tonight, sunshine.”

As soon as the nickname, playing off the glowing sunflowers, left your lips it was followed by an actual squeal as you bounced in place. Your hands drifted up to rest on your warm cheeks as you gazed at the lovely flowers in admiration. Holy shit. Holy shit. In all your years of life, nobody had ever gifted you with something so adorably romantic. Your ex had picked you up a bouquet a time or two in the past but they usually came after a big fight. Never just as a gift for the sake of giving a gift.

“Oh my God.” You breathed and leaned in to smell the flowers, still beaming, “Oh my God.”

You needed to thank him. You grabbed your phone to snap a picture of it, but an idea occurred and you flipped your phone’s camera to face you. You hugged the vase toward your chest so half your face was hidden in the mess of flowers. It felt a little weird to send him a selfie, you weren’t quite that bold yet, but this seemed like a happy medium. You retook it three times before you were happy with it and then sent the text to Joel.

‘Thank you! I love my flowers!!’

You shifted the vase in a position where you’d be able to see it from nearly every angle in your small apartment then drifted back to your bedroom to get ready for the day. The text from Henry was just asking where a few supplies were, and the text from Nima was one asking what you planned to wear tonight. A very good question. You had a few cute dresses, but you weren’t sure they were ‘sugar baby entertaining her sugar daddy’ level of cute. In fact, thinking back to Rosalind, they most definitely were not.

While in the middle of texting Nima that you needed some kind of help, a reply from Joel came through and as if a switch flipped in your brain that same silly, stupid smile filled your features once more. ‘Glad they got there in one piece.’ Followed by, ‘Cute picture. The flowers are in the way of a real pretty sight though, sugar’.

The sound that left your mouth was hardly human. This charming motherfucker. Joel tried to say you were going to be the death of him? You were one smooth move away from spontaneously combusting. A thought occurred to you. How was this man single? Joel was without a doubt one of the most handsome men you have ever met. He was kind and caring. He was funny and smart. Obviously had a good business sense looking at his company and was still grounded and humble despite all that success. Add to all of that his charm and that intoxicating voice and accent? It was baffling that this man hadn’t swept some other lucky woman off her feet. In fact, the more you thought about it the more confusing it became. If he wanted any kind of company all he’d have to do was shoot a stranger a smile and they’d fall to his feet without a doubt, but he specifically went the ‘sugar daddy’ path. 

The two of you hadn’t discussed romantic histories at all. You didn’t ask because you didn’t want to cross a line and if he offered you his history you’d feel obliged to offer him yours. The bubble of playful, flirty banter and long casual conversations did not need to be popped by reality. 

‘Hey, I know you said you wanted it to be a surprise, but can I get a hint about tonight? For dress code purposes?’

‘Call Riley when you’re ready. He’ll take you to a store where you can get something.’

‘I was going to check my closet first.’

You were in the process of sending a follow up text about your closet when the phone went dark as Joel began to call. A chuckle left your lips and answered in a nonchalant, casual voice. “Oh, hey there.”

“Sugar, you’re killin’ me.”

“What ever do you mean, Joel?” You questioned innocently.

“You’re gonna get dressed then call Riley so he can drive you to the boutique.” Joel replied in a firm voice. “The girls at the front desk spoke highly of the place.” You were going to quickly get addicted to giving Joel a hard time if it meant you got to hear him boss you around so sternly. “And I better get a notification through my bank that you used the card.”

Your eyes widened, “Wait, you get notifications when I use it?”

“Yeah, and you ain’t using it hardly enough.”

“I bought lunch with it yesterday!” You argued. “And coffee the day before.”

Joel chuckled, exasperated, “Those are necessities.” You had to resist the urge to laugh that Joel considered coffee a necessity of life rather than a comfort. “The point of the card is to splurge.”

“Right.” You mumbled and twisted in place where you stood. “That’s not a strong suit of mine.”

 “I know, darlin’.” Joel replied. “Where better to start than to get somethin’ that’ll make you feel pretty tonight.” 

It was endearing that Joel made the clarification that he wanted you to buy an item that would make you feel more confident about yourself. As if you were already pretty, but just needed something to remind you of that fact. Jesus, again, how was he still single? You hummed, “Okay. I’ll see what I can do about putting a dent in your bank account this afternoon.”

“You say it jokingly, but that’s exactly what I want.”

“Keep this attitude up and you’re gonna turn me into a spoiled brat.”

“That’s the goal, sugar.” Joel’s deep voice rumbled with amusement and you sucked in a sharp breath at the sound. 

You cleared your throat. “You, uh, you’re going to regret saying that when I bankrupt you.”

“Oh, I’d love to see you try.”

Joel had a voice like warm honey. The southern drawl and deep, hoarse quality of it was soothing to your soul. The sound of a different voice could be heard in the background and Joel grumbled in annoyance before wishing you a farewell. You continued to smile to yourself before shaking your head and beginning to get ready. You shot Riley a text saying you’d be ready to go in fifteen minutes or so. An idea popped into your head and you hesitated only a second before texting Joel.

‘Pick a color for my dress tonight.’

‘Blue, sugar. Let’s go with blue.’

Riley dropped you off outside a boutique was somehow adorable and elegant all at the same time. Two words that you typically didn’t string together, and yet here you were. The entire street was lined with the LA style stores and boutiques that you would never look twice at. As you stood outside of the one Joel had sent you to, you couldn’t help but wince. Oh God, what if you were about to have yourself a pretty woman moment where the employees send you packing.

You glanced down at your simple outfit of a blouse and jeans then wince again. You dressed in something simple since you were going to be changing in and out of different clothes, but now you were wondering if you should’ve scourged up the fanciest outfit in your closet. With a steadying breath, you pushed into the shop and braced for impact.

Piano music drifted through the shop, and the floor was covered in glass and marble stands. Oh, boy. This was the kind of place where a single article of clothing would end up costing more than your rent. The urge to spin around and leave rose up, but before you could bail a woman with a broad smile drifted toward you. She was gorgeous. Her dark skin not showing a singular flaw and her thick hair surrounding her head like a cloud of perfect curls. She looked like she stepped right out of a fashion magazine.

“Welcome!” She greeted. Your eyes widened when your name left her lips. “My name is Kiera. Mr. Miller called us earlier and told us to expect you. Would you like to come with me to the private stage?”

“Private…stage?” You repeated.

Kiera nodded and motioned for you to follow her. She led you to the back room where there was a singular changing room along with an actual stage surrounded by a panel of mirrors. A couch also sat in the middle of the room where someone could sit and wait. It was too bad Nima was at work right now. She’d be the perfect person for this kind of thing.

“So, tell me about some styles or colors you like and I can bring you items to choose from.”

Nervously, you began to ramble about the kind of dresses you typically wore and styles you loved. As Kiera began to walk away you called out. “Oh, and can they all be in shades of blue? Please?”

For the next hour, you worked with Kiera to find a dress that would work. It had actually been a lot of fun. Kiera had a kind and calming energy that settled any nerves you had about shopping in such a high end boutique and she truly had an eye for fashion. The woman knew what she was doing. She had helped you settle on a navy cocktail dress made of a satin material that accentuated the shape of your body. You had never felt as empowered as you did right now in this dress. 

“What size shoe do you wear?” Kiera asked as you stepped back out of the changing room in your normal clothes. Dress held carefully in your arms. 

“Shoes?”

“Of course.” Kiera chuckled. “I have the perfect pair for this ensemble.” You gave her the answer and she began to walk away, calling over her shoulder. “I’ll bring you a collection of jewelry to choose from as well!”

Shoes and jewelry? This was one of those shops where none of the items seemed to have a price tag. Never a good sign. Adding accessories to that could only steepen an already steep cost. Granted, Joel did say he wanted you to hurt his bank account. It just still felt…wrong. Hanging out with Joel was no problem, you enjoyed this deal you had with him, but the accepting money part was hard for you to grasp. You loved the idea of it, but when game time came around you froze up.

“I brought a few options in gold and silver that would go well.” Kiera came back with a cushioned board where multiple necklaces, bracelets, and earrings rested. She also brought the pair of shoes she had been telling you about.

“Thanks.” You chewed on your lower lip while pursuing. You pointed to a pair of earrings. “Um, how much are these?” 

Kiera chuckled. “Sorry. Mr. Miller was adamant that I not tell you the price of anything.”

“Of course, he did.” You muttered.

It didn’t take long to pick a few pieces you liked⏤ forcing yourself to ignore the nagging of wondering about prices. Kiera led you to the front and you chatted with her about the new puppy that she had just adopted and was crazy about. As she began to ring up the items, you stared at the keypad where numbers began to appear. The number behind the dollar sign hit 5,893 and you felt your jaw drop to the floor. Holy shit. That was literally two months rent for you. 

Kiera held her hand out and you slowly pulled out the credit card Joel had gifted you. She picked it out from between your fingers with a wide smile and you offered a sheepish smile in return. 

“You said this is for your date tonight, right?” Kiera asked. You took back the credit card and signed the receipt she slid over to you.

She was packing your items into a few bags. “Uh,” You nodded, “Yes. It is.”

Calling tonight a date was easier than calling it a meeting with your sugar daddy. Was there an official name for these kinds of things? Were they called dates? God, you were overthinking this again. Kiera handed the bags over with a chuckle. “Well, I hope you and Mr. Miller have a wonderful time. Please come back anytime!”

“Thank you for everything, Kiera.” You replied. 

She called out for you to come back soon, and you stepped back out into the hot LA air. The phone in your back pocket buzzed. You pulled it out, needing to call Riley anyways, but saw on the screen that Joel had texted you. He sent you a screenshot of the notification his bank had sent him with the purchase you just made. The message under that read, ‘Now, that’s more like it, sugar.’

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JAILBAIT⁴ —simon 'ghost' riley

▹ simon 'ghost' riley/gn!reader

▹ part 1 | part 2 | part 3 | part 4

▹ synopsis: Simon comes home to you.

▹ cw: n/a

▹ wc: ~2,3k

▹ last entry in the jailbait series, it's been fun y'all

You text him every day.

But he doesn't always get to answer immediately.

Sometimes he comes back from a mission that ran for too long and turns on his phone just to see dozens of messages from you and he spends the evening going through them instead of sleeping. There are pictures of your cat, screenshots of a bee-themed PowerPoint about a book for class and your new term timetable, a message about utilizing the two-hour break between classes to visit a cat cafe every Monday, and short summaries of how your day went.

Then there are the messages consisting of 'i miss you' and 'i hope you're okay' and 'please come back alive', all sent in the middle of the night. There's a sharp sting in his heart every time he reads those, the taste of poison spreading on his tongue—at the end of the day he is the one causing all these feelings in your life.

Does the way his heart leaps with joy at the thought of you outweigh the pain he's causing your own?

His finger hovers over your name in his contacts, hand just slightly trembling (because maybe it's better if he's out of your life). He glances at the time, quickly running the numbers in his head. Then, he swipes on your name.

The ringing is agonizing.

The seconds tick by and he nervously glances at the time again. Maybe he made a mistake, maybe it's too late and you're already asleep, maybe—

"Hello?" He hears the sound of a door shutting behind you a little too loudly. You hiss a fuck under your breath and Simon can imagine the way your face scrunches up as you flinch at the volume.

His tongue feels like lead in his mouth and for a moment he struggles to find the words to talk to you. He's been radio silent with you for so long that he doesn't even know where to begin. The only thing he can string together is,

"What do you call the wife of a hippie?"

"A Mississippi."

He laughs lowly, the tension in his shoulders easing. You're not mad at him.

"Hi," you say, voice softer, quieter. Silence in the background.

"Hi." He glances at the small clock on his nightstand again. "Don't you have class?" He only asks because he knows you have class right now. Spanish. There's a flicker of guilt that rears its ugly head. Normal boyfriends would have all the time in the world to call you when you're available and yet here he is pulling you away from your expensive education.

"You may not be aware of this but they treat us like adults in university, so if I say I have to take a call, they understand."

"Cheeky."

"You okay?"

"I'm alive."

"Are you coming home?"

"Short mission. Heading out in a few hours." The lie slips from his lips so easily but it tastes like poison. He wants to spit it out, drop to his knees and repent for lying to you, for lying so easily.

Silence stretches between you after that. Maybe you're trying to recall a joke to tell him, maybe you're cherishing every moment of him on the phone because it's one moment less where he's in danger, trying to stretch out the time you have with him.

"What... do you use to cut a Roman emperor's hair?"

"Copy. Behave."

"Me? Always."

His muscles ache as he climbs the stairs of your building. Fatigue weighs his body down like he's drowning with his feet submerged in a block of concrete. His whole body is sore, screaming for rest.

He greets the young mother you sometimes babysit for when he passes her in the hall. Maybe he shouldn't have, maybe he looks too much like a dead man walking for her to recognize him. But then she smiles, greets him, and asks him to thank you for agreeing to babysit tomorrow evening on such short notice. And then she's gone again, her apartment door locking with a resounding click.

Simon drags himself to your door, knuckles tapping against the metal, and waits.

There's an abrupt jerk of the handle, an audible curse when something falls. The door swings open and he's met with your smiling face and you practically throw yourself at him. The force of your body almost has Simon staggering back a step.

You cling to him, arms wrapped around his neck, grip like a vice.

He clutches the back of your head, face buried into the crook of your neck. His other arm is wrapped around your torso, fingers digging into your side so hard it threatens to bruise. The scent of your strawberry body wash is almost overwhelming and he blinks back the tears that dot his waterline. 

He deserves this.

His voice is rough when he speaks, a lump lodged in his throat.

"What do you use to cut a Roman emperor's hair?"

"Caesars." You giggle softly, hot breath caressing the sensitive skin of his neck. You angle your head slightly to peer down the hallway. "Did John come, too?"

"No, just one seat on the plane. Said he'd put a bullet in my ass if I didn't take it."

You snort. "I made pilaf. Should take some over so he won't have to get takeout."

"Your weird version of pilau?"

"It's the only correct version of pilaf."

"Eastern heathen."

You part, though your fingers stay tangled with his and you pull him into your apartment. "No dessert for you, then," you say as the door falls shut. "I hand-made curd snacks 'cause y'know, they don't export those. C'mon." You make your way to the kitchen as Simon is tugging off his boots. They thump loudly when he drops them on the hallway rug. There's another thump, softer and further away, and a series of chirps, a black mass of fur running over to him.

"Hello, gorgeous." Simon hangs his coat in its usual place and scoops your cat up, cradling her to his chest like an infant.

You grab a tupperware container from the overhead cabinet and scoop a good pile of pilaf into it straight from the multicooker on your kitchen counter. Simon watches you with a small smile tugging the corners of his lips up. You leave the spoon in the multicooker and place a plate next to it for Simon.

"I'm gonna drop this off. Be right back."

"Wait." Simon grabs your waist before you're out of reach and pulls you in close. His lips hover over yours for a brief moment and then they meet. He steals the breath from your lungs and you want to be frustrated at how he can always do that but you can't bring yourself to. Instead, you let yourself melt into him, trusting him to lead. His lips are chapped. When he pulls away, his lips curl into a grin. "Hi."

"Hi." You take a moment to pull yourself together, jab your fingers into his bicep for distracting you, and take off to drop off John's meal.

Simon places the cat down and fills his plate, grabs one for you and fills that too, and places them on the kitchen island. Two glasses of water, spoons, bread.

Even though he's starving, he waits until you're back to dig in.

You eat in silence. Simon is too busy scarfing down what he considers to be the most delicious plate of pilau he's ever had and you take a moment to type something on your laptop every now and then.

"Studying?" he asks suddenly, mouth full, another spoonful already raised to his lips. Horrible table manners but at this moment he doesn't care, all he does care about is a stomach full of warm food and a hot shower, and getting to curl up in bed with you.

He deserves this.

"Yeah. Gotta analyze a painting for class. Was just gonna eat and go to bed; finish this tomorrow."

So that's why you're wearing his shirt and sweatpants. He swallows the lump in his throat, mumbles a 'good', and scarfs down the last two spoonfuls of his meal.

He picks up the curd snack from the small plate you'd slid over. "What's this called?"

"Curd snack."

"No, back home."

You smile softly and tell him the word. Three syllables. They feel slightly off on his tongue as he tries to pronounce them the way you did. You repeat the word again, syllable by syllable and he repeats them. You lead and he follows. In the end, you only bury your face into your hands with a laugh and say his pronunciation is good enough and tell him to eat it before the chocolate glaze melts between his fingers. Simon makes a mental note to ask again tomorrow.

He bites into it. It's sweet. The taste spreads on his tongue and he greedily eats the rest, wiping his fingers into the napkin on the table.

"That good, huh?" You tease.

"Fuckin' fantastic."

"Well, if you ever come back with me, you can have the actual thing. They're divine. So many flavors."

"Yours are better."

"You tryin' to get into my pants or something?"

"Maybe."

You nod towards the bathroom with a laugh. "Go shower. Don't let the cat in; the little freak discovered she can drink water off the shower floor." You send a sharp look to the cat sitting on the windowsill and she meows. "It's soap water, you stupid cow." The cat meows again. "No."

Simon retreats into the bathroom for a shower that'll hopefully pull the tension from his shoulders. You quickly type out the few keywords you'll need to continue your homework in the morning and shut off your laptop. The dishes are piled into the sink to soak overnight with a generous amount of dish soap.

His shower is fast and by the time you've shut off all the other lights and put the rest of the pilaf to cool on the windowsill overnight, Simon is done. He cracks the door open to let the warm steam out. You intercept your cat before she can run into the bathroom and lock her in the bedroom.

Then, you find yourself standing at the bathroom door, watching the steam billow out. Simon pushes it open, inviting you in with the sweep of your hand. You shake your head.

"Too warm."

Simon stays there, leaning against the doorway with his shoulder, arms crossed over his chest. You let your eyes wander his body, the grooves of his muscles, the old scars and burns, everything that makes up Simon Riley. The black towel is handing sinfully low on his hips.

"My eyes are up here," he says, a hint of amusement in his voice and you snap your gaze up. "Like what you see?"

Heats floods into your cheeks and you turn on your heel to join the cat in the bedroom. Simon's laughter booms through your apartment.

He exits the bathroom not much later and you're already lounging under the covers, a book propped open on your lap. He leaves his towel draped over the kitchen barstool to dry.

An exhausted sigh escapes Simon once he sinks into your mattress. It's not even soft, more on the firm side, but compared to the military cots he so often finds himself sleeping on, it's like a cloud. The bedroom isn't big but it doesn't feel cramped. There are fairy lights strung under the ceiling to replace the uncomfortably white lights of your ceiling lamp. A fluffy sheepskin rug is placed on either side of the bed and another in front of your closet. Your bed is filled with soft pillows and plushies of various colors.

He deserves this.

Simon turns his head, hand on your knee to pull you closer to him. You whine lowly when he pulls you out of your comfortable reading position.

"Read to me," he mumbles, lips moving against the skin of your thigh. He punctuates his sentence with a chaste kiss.

"It's Hamlet. And I read Hamlet in high school. Not in English. So, no."

He sinks his teeth into your thigh and you feign a dramatic gasp. The book clatters to the floor as you shimmy down until you're face-to-face with him. There are no new scars on him (thank fuck), but the circles under his eyes are worryingly dark. Briefly, you find yourself wondering if he's ever had a restful sleep in his life.

"You should move in with me."

The breath hitches in your throat. He seems sincere, red-rimmed eyes staring at you with a hopeful glimmer. His fingers are tangled in yours, thumb gently caressing the back of your hand.

"Is this..." your voice is soft, barely above a whisper, "an invitation to stay after my student visa expires?"

"Yes."

You open your mouth and close it. Then—

"So you like me being a pain in your ass." Your grin is wide. Simon groans into your fluffy blanket. You sit up, slightly jostling Simon, and bounce up and down on the mattress. "You love me being a pain in your ass."

Your cat yowls loudly from the kitchen and you chuckle as you roll off the bed to go fill her water bowl. "You love me, Simon." You draw the word out for longer than necessary before disappearing with a cackle.

Simon sits up in bed, leaning forward just enough to see you filling the cat's water bowl with fresh cold water from the orange water filter you keep on the kitchen counter. The butterflies perched on his ribs for rest take flight again.

"Yeah, I think I do."

His confession is a whisper into the air, just his secret for now.

He deserves this. 

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The Killing Moon

Corey Cunningham x fem!reader

Warnings: smut, 18+, fear play, consensual non con, choking, knife play, stalking, mentions of murder, violence, Corey being sweet but also being a little murderous, etc

Authors note: At this point, this is a series I’m making. This kinda throws out more canon since it’s past Halloween by this point but you know what, that’s okay. Let Corey have his bad boy phase longer <3

You woke up to the sounds of birds outside your window, morning doves probably. You rubbed your eyes and say up in bed, stretching. You looked at your phone and realized in horror that if you didn’t get up in the next two minutes, you’d be late for meeting up with your friend group. You sighed and pulled yourself out of bed, grabbing the outfit you left out the night before. You checked the weather app and no surprise, you should probably take your coat. You walked into the living room and grabbed your big warm coat off of the coat rack hanging on your wall. You noticed Corey had left his jacket from the other night, making a mental note for him to come grab it when he could.

The night Corey had fucked you on your living room floor was on your mind constantly. Corey was such a sweetheart most of the time, so how did he manage to do all that? And how careful he was with an actual knife? You had no clue. It had been about a week since and you couldn’t help but wonder what would be planned next. God, why did this boy get you so worked up?

You drove down to the diner to meet up with your group of friends, all of which you had met in high school. You walked in and they all called you over, excited to see you after months of not hearing from each other. One friend of yours had a new boyfriend while one had a new job, and the other was married? It seemed like such a blur. Soon, they asked about your love life. You thanked heaven they had no idea who Corey was, and hadn’t heard about the incident that involved him. It would have been too long of a story. Instead, they all seemed happy you had met such a cute and sweet guy. Hell, your friend Veronica was gushing over the photos you showed them all. You pinched her shoulder, “back off, he’s mine.”

You and the group stayed for lunch before all departing separately, as pretty much everyone had work the next day. Except you, you only worked Thursday through Sunday, so Monday wasn’t as bad for you. You could enjoy tonight and tomorrow. You walked out to your car, carrying some leftover food with you. You wondered if you should save it for tomorrow, as tonight you had invited Corey over for dinner. You couldn’t cook nearly as much as he could, but could he make your amazing Alfredo? Absolutely not.

You felt the hairs on the back of your neck stand up as you opened your car door. You looked around, wondering why, but saw nothing. You shrugged it off and hopped in, turning the car on before driving away.

Needless to say, you missed the masked man watching you leave the diner.

You pulled into your driveway and parked your car. You stepped out and shivered from the slight cold, and you again felt goosebumps on your neck and back. As if you were being watched. You look around the street, looking for any sign that someone was there. Doesn’t hurt to be cautious, you thought to yourself. Didn’t help that the police were finding bodies again, and that people suspected Michael Myers had made his return. Most of the murders were of teens or young adults, which pointed into that direction. You were more worried for Corey than yourself, as you had a car and him his motorcycle. But he had assured you many times that he would be fine, and that he could fight Michael and win. You smacked him in the arm for that one, scolding him for even thinking of such a thing.

You shivered again and went back inside, locking your door a little too fast. You made your way to the kitchen and opened the fridge, setting your leftovers inside. When you closed the fridge, you finally noticed a little note on it. You picked it up and opened it.

This is your heads up. I’d start running or hiding soon. Won’t matter which. But after dark, you’re not safe.

-Corey

It took your brain a minute to understand what he meant. Fuck, what was gonna happen this time? No windows were left open as far as you were aware, as Corey hadn’t come over yesterday due to work. Was this the reason you felt eyes on you earlier? He was following you? Didn’t he have work? You had a million questions you knew you wouldn’t get answers to.

You picked up your phone to try and text Corey, wondering if it was some joke. You had a feeling it wasn’t, but it didn’t hurt to try. While typing you failed to notice your door opened and closed.

After not getting a response for a moment, you sighed. He was fucking with you. He had to be. Corey was just trying to rile you up so he could pull something once he arrived for dinner. Shaking it off, you turned your tv on.

“We’ve gotten reports that yet another body has been discovered. The identity hasn’t been found yet but it appears to be another young female-“

You turned the tv off. Not what you wanted to hear right now. You hated that shit was starting up again in Haddonfield. You hadn’t been born yet when the original murders happened, but you remembered Halloween night in 2018. You yourself weren’t affected, but you remember watching the tv with a look of horror. Michael killed so many people that night and wasn’t even caught.

Then Halloween of 2019….that wasn’t a night you could forget easily. You were still just friends with Corey at the time, and had been at home watching a horror movie when you got a text from your mom. You thought it was some joke. Corey? Killing someone? That couldn’t be. And while you knew it was an accident, it was still horrible reading about it. But the worst part was how he was treated after. People looked at him as if he was a true murderer on the level of Michael Myers. That’s what they did to him: they made him their new Michael.

You stuck by his side throughout the years, flipping anyone who talked shit off. You had even almost gotten into a fight once or twice when someone said something really mean. It was Corey who had to tug you away, pleading with you to just take him home. You did, you always did, but you knew one of these days you’d snap and punch someone’s stupid face. You started dating Corey almost a year after what happened, which Corey hadn’t understood. The poor boy needed so much reassurance, and it took him a while to finally understand you were serious. And that you weren’t gonna leave him anytime soon. It was probably why he always held your hand tightly out in public: he didn’t want to lose you.

Lost in your thoughts, you felt yourself getting awfully tired. Was probably due to you staying up late and not getting much sleep. You grabbed the blanket from the other side of the couch, feeling like a quick nap. Quick, you thought, as you set an alarm for five. It was only two, so a three hour nap would surely help. You wrapped the blanket around you and fell asleep shortly after.

It was dark when you woke up, and your alarm hadn’t gone off. You didn’t remember shutting it off. Did you do it in your sleep? No matter, it was now eight and dark outside. You cursed yourself for sleeping that long, but you did feel a lot better. You had left the lights off in the house save for a small lamp near your door, as you had expected to be up before dark. Your kitchen light was also on. You made your way to the kitchen, considering what to make for dinner. As you were thinking, you noticed you had a knife missing from your knife block.

Your blood ran cold. The knife Corey had used previously in your escapades was his own, which he then left in the drawer by the sink. Why was your one butcher knife missing? You felt that chill down your neck again, freezing in place before slowly turning around.

In the darkness of the living room you could see a man wearing a mechanic suit covered in grime. He wore an old white mask that you knew from reports all too well. The bloodied knife in his hand was the second thing you noticed.

Michael Myers was in your house.

You grabbed a knife from your knife block, holding it up in front of you protectively as you slowly backed up towards your back door. The figure tilted his head at you curiously, as if surprised by your actions. Your hand grabbed the doorknob of the door and turned it, opening it quickly. Realizing you were trying to escape, the man began to walk towards you slowly. You ran out the back door and into your backyard. Not the smartest move, you thought to yourself as you searched in the dark for your side yard gate. Thankfully, the motion sensor lights kicked on and you spotted it. When you reached the gate, you struggled to open it. It was as it something had jammed it to keep it shut.

You felt hands grab at your from behind, causing you to scream loudly. One hand grabbed at the knife you held and threw it somewhere in the dark. You kicked back at the figure, stumbling him a bit. You tried to run back towards your door but the figure lunged again, pulling you to the ground. Your motion sensor light went off again as the figure pinned you to the floor, knife towards your throat.

This was it, you thought quietly. You were going to become another victim of the boogeyman of Haddonfield. You turned to the side and closed your eyes, waiting for death to come.

It didn’t, however. Instead, the figure simply stared at you, taking in your appearance. It was then you finally remembered Corey’s note from earlier. You used your free hand to slap the figure right in the head, hearing a familiar “ow.” “Corey Cunningham!” you scolded. You heard a chuckle from the mask, and your boyfriend pulled it off of his face as he peered down at you. You glared up at him, “now why on earth did you think this was funny?” “I didn’t,” he replied, “but I did leave a note this time.” You scoffed, “a note.” He sighed, “I don’t wanna break the immersion, baby. I’m sorry.” You stared up at his big brown eyes that said enough: he was sorry, but also incredibly horny. “Maybe next time, give a verbal heads up? Like a: hey babe I’m gonna dress up as a serial killer and then fuck you,” you suggested, earning a loud laugh from Corey. “I am NOT going to say that,” he said through giggles. You grinned, “also, what’s with the fake blood? Looks almost real.” His eyes seemed to darken, “oh it is real.” You snorted, “okay Michael Myers. What about the mask? Where’d you get it, Amazon?” He shook his head, “I took it from him.”

Well, what the fuck?

“Uh, okay,” you said, confused as to what game Corey was playing. He seemed to sense your confusion, “I took the mask from the old man himself. Barely put up a fight, even.” Your boyfriend had a wild grin on his face that kind of scared you, but also made you crave him more. “You fought Michael Myers and won? I’ll believe that when pigs fly,” you teased. He frowned, “but I did, baby. I went into the sewers and took the damn thing right off of him. He has no power on this town anymore. That power…is now mine.”

Was this part of the scene? you wondered to yourself, or did this idiot actually fight Michael Myers? You smirked up at him, “so you’re saying you’re the new boogeyman or something? But instead of killing people, you just scare the shit out of your girlfriend?” He tensed at that, “I guess you could say that.” Corey’s dark brown eyes stared down at you, as if looking through you. “I can protect you now,” he said seriously, “from all those assholes who bully you. You don’t have to worry about them anymore.”

It wasn’t a lie, you were often bullied or harassed due to your relationship with Corey. It didn’t phase you at all, but you knew he worried about you a lot. You shook your head, “Core, don’t tell me you’re gonna start fighting people now.” He grinned, “or killing them.” “Not funny!” you slapped him in the arm. The knife was back up to your throat after you hit him, “but what if I did? Hmm? What if the next guy who says too much to you gets his throat slit? Or the next girl who thinks she’s prettier than you, and calls you names? What if she doesn’t get to wake up the next morning, because someone finally had enough of her?” “Corey,” you warned, “don’t say shit like that.” He heard the serious tone of your voice and mumbled, “okay I’ll tone it down.” You snorted again, thankful your boyfriend knew as when to back it up a bit.

Instead, Corey went back to looking down at you, getting back into the scene. “Such a pretty little thing,” he whispered, “but you can’t escape me, baby. You never can. I’ll always catch you. And I’ll always make sure you know who you belong to.” You shivered, again wondering where all of this confidence and talk came from. He began to tug your shirt off, marveling at your lack of a bra. “So beautiful,” he whispered, a genuine smile on his face. Corey reached out and groped at your breasts, causing you to moan quietly.

That got him impatient, as he reached one hand down to undo your pants, still holding the knife up to your throat. He wondered how you would look covered in blood. Not yours, of course. Corey could never hurt you, not enough to break skin even. But he wondered if maybe he shouldn’t clean up the next time he visits….

He rubbed you against your underwear, grinning as he felt your wetness. “Such a naughty girl,” he taunted, “this worked up already? Something tells me you like the things I say more than you let on.” Corey pushed aside your panties and wasted no time thrusting a finger in, making you whine out for him. “But I meant what I said,” he continued, “I’m gonna make sure no one ever hurts you. Or tries anything with you. Because you belong to me, right?” Another finger thrusted into you as you whined out an agreement. Corey’s grin only widened, “good. Because you’re mine, and only mine. No one’s gonna take you from me. And if they try?” He leaned down and whispered into your ear, “I’ll kill them myself.” He felt you tighten around his fingers, getting his answer. “I knew it, I knew you liked hearing that,” he said as he sped up his fingers, his thumb rubbing your clit frantically, “and I’ll fucking do it. I’ll kill any guy that flirts with you, or even looks at you wrong. They don’t get to mess with my girl or me anymore.” You whimpered, “I’m gonna cum.” Corey smirked, “yeah baby? You gonna cum on my fingers like a good little girl? That’s it baby, that’s it. Cum on my fingers. Let the whole neighborhood hear who owns you.” You came with a cry of his name, bucking wildly underneath him. It boosted his ego every time he made you cum. Corey took pride in being the one who got you this way.

His fingers slipped out of you, and he brought them up to his mouth to have a taste. “You taste sweeter than anything, baby,” he said. You blushed as you watched him lick at his own fingers. Corey moved himself against you, and you could feel how hard he was through his mechanic suit. You reached out a hand and grasped him gently through them, causing your boyfriend to let out a surprised moan. “Fuck, baby,” he whispered, “I need to be in you right now.” Corey unzipped his suit and pulled off his boxers, his hard cock hovering just above you. He pumped himself a few times with a whimper before he thrusted himself into you. “Fuck baby, fuck,” he groaned, “I’ll never get over how tight you are.” You could only whine in response, making him grin again.

“Already out of it? Poor thing, we’ve just started,” he said as he thrusted back into you harshly. You tried to say something, but it only came out as a whimper. Corey grinned down at you, one hand on your throat while the other gripped your hip tightly. You knew there would be another dark bruise there tomorrow. Not to mention more finger marks around your neck.

Corey leaned down to whisper in your ear again, “I really do love this, you know. Having you all cute like this, spread out under me?” He let go of your neck to grab the knife again, bringing it back up to your throat, “does it excite you knowing how easily I handle this? That I could easily just cut that pretty little throat of yours? But don’t worry, I won’t. That is only reserved for those who deserve it.” You squirmed underneath him, which only spurred him on. “No one will ever bother you again sweetheart. Wanna know why? Because I’ll kill them if they do. And then I’ll come home to my pretty girl, and fuck her while still wearing my bloody clothes,” he growled. “Co-Corey,” you whined, no longer denying that his words got to you. He brought down his hand from your hip to your clit, rubbing in just the way you liked. “You’re mine. You hear me? Mine,” he growled, “aren’t you? Say that you’re mine.” You nodded, whining out a small yes as best as you could. The pressure that had been on your throat and the way you were being fucked had worn out your vocal cords.

Corey fucking loved it. “That’s right,” he continued, “you’re all mine. My pretty girl. No one’s gonna take you away from me. If they do, I’ll-I’ll fucking slit their throat. Slam them into something…I don’t know. I’ll ju-just kill them for even thinking they could have you. Because they can’t. You’re mine.” His fingers sped up even faster, desperate to get you to cum before he did. It always worked too, as you could feel your orgasm approaching quickly. “I’m gonna….I’m gonna,” you rasped. Corey threw the knife back down opting to instead grab your chin, forcing you to look into his eyes. “Yeah baby? You gonna cum? Do it. You always look so cute coming undone for me. That’s it, that’s it,” he urged, “cum for me sweetheart. I need you to cum for me.” With his urging, you bucked against him a couple more times before coming undone with a sob of his name. Corey whimpered out as he felt you tighten around him, “oh fuck baby, oh fuck. You feel so good, so good for me. I’m so proud of you, I love you, I-“ He came with a whine of your name, hands grasping at your hips as he overstimulated himself inside you. He slowly stopped thrusting and slid out of you, looking exhausted.

“Wow,” was all you could say, completely out of breath and partially wondering what the fuck just happened. Corey nodded, also out of breath. Instead, he reached around to pull you close to him, being the cuddly man he was. You smiled and leaned into his chest, knowing you would fall asleep soon. And fall asleep you did. But not before you said “I love you too.”

Corey soon joined you, content that you were his no matter what. That you loved him back.

And that feeling was so much better than the one he had when he murdered that woman earlier.

#corey cunningham x reader #corey cunningham #halloween ends

[theycallmebecca]

Hello Becca! Happy weekend!

Any thoughts on how goalie Cole and reader would celebrate his team’s first win as a couple?

Happy weekend @drabblewithfrannybarnes (and seriously... TGIF... and that Monday is freaking holiday... it's been a week)

For anyone who hasn't read them goalie!Cole is from my drabbles Smooth Hips Turner and Smooth Hips Turner Gets Caught.

In my head, the first story takes place in like July/August and the second takes place in November.

Because of their shared history (growing up together), I don't seem them jumping straight from her showing him around town to them hooking up right away. I feel like they would want to slowly add the romantic elements into getting to know each other as adults.

That said... I feel like when the season starts in October, that they wouldn't be a couple just yet. They'd be close... but wouldn't have crossed that line officially. (Not that they'd be making an official statement about it.)

Honestly, I feel like they'd be taking a walk or something and he'd just be like 'So you wanna be my girlfriend?' and she'd be like 'Sure.' It wouldn't be anything grand, but they'd both be smiling like idiots.

Which, finally, brings me to actually answering the question asked. 😅

How'd they celebrate his team's first win after they become a couple.

Obviously, she'd be rocking a Turner jersey to claim him as hers and so he could also claim her as his.

In all honesty, I feel by that point (I'm thinking like late November/early December), they've already established a low key after game ritual where she'll stay the night at his place instead of driving home late at night.

They'd go back to his apartment (since it's near the arena) and he'd still be riding the high from the win and be turned on seeing her wearing his jersey... and even more turned on when he sees her out of his jersey. 😉😉

Their "Netflix and chill" becoming a little less chill and absolutely no Netflix. And her definitely sleeping with him in his bed and not in the guestroom.

Thanks for the fantastic question @drabblewithfrannybarnes you really made me think about how I picture them. 🫶

[legaciestold]

early january 2019, somewhere in dc alternate timeline @everythingheard (leon)

the last few weeks have been a sort of blurred amalgamation of chaos. well, if claire is honest with herself the last few months have been really. it wasn't that long ago that she'd been a simple girl who's most stressing factor of her life was what was going to be on the following day's test in one of her college courses or her annoyance at chris' lack of contact as of late. that'd been what had led her toward a weekend in raccoon city. she'd go there, visit with jill and barry and chris and chastise her older brother for being incognito. then, she'd call text her roommate and tell her everything was fine and she'd had an epic weekend and was relatively prepared for monday's quiz. simple. except, nothing about that night she'd driven into raccoon had been simple and the horror show had failed to end in the aftermath, instead shifting and reforming into car chases and kidnappings and two outbreaks on that god-damned island and in antarctica.

it'd been hard, to stay ahead of all their enemies leading up to paris and claire's fairly certain they wouldn't have made it as far as they had without david and john and becca who, at least the former two, had access to all kinds of underground means to help them through various contacts they'd made in the world prior. not in this day and age where all someone had to do was snap a picture and facial recognition could do the rest. she'd had to completely change her hair color to red from her darker strands too-- temporarily-- but at least sherry had gotten a kick out of wearing a wig. it'd also meant none of them could really spend time outside the safe houses which often meant that claire and leon had a lot of time to stick together and get to know one another. they hadn't been as outgoing as sherry who always asked the other three questions and it hadn't occurred to her until she'd been captured the first time that she hadn't slept alone in months either. not because her and leon were.. well, she wasn't sure what they were even if she'd picked up some signals from him that maybe he wouldn't mind being more than just.. friends, but because there was only so much space and they wanted sherry to have her own bed so it'd been practical, especially at the beginning to just lay next to each other on one. they were adults, it wasn't a big deal. and if they sometimes they ended up closer, it was just because one of them had a nightmare and it.. helped to have the other there.

but then she'd felt as if her and leon had been upon the precipice of some kind of shift that had been building since utah only for her to be captured by umbrella and shipped off to rockfort. they'd barely even gotten a reunion when chris had brought her back either because everyone was moving and scattering because their location had been discovered and her and leon had just been trying to get sherry somewhere safe. it'd only been a few hours later when they'd been surrounded and panic had set in when she'd thought it was umbrella. it hadn't been a relief when she'd realized it was her own government though either. at least they'd let them stay together on the transport. but claire hadn't been sure if it was a good faith tactic or sympathy before they killed them for what they knew and that had haunted them for a number of hours before they'd been forced apart at some base or where ever the fuck they'd been taken. she's pretty sure she'd managed to land at least a black eye to one operative. in any case, she hadn't calmed until hours later, after their deals had been presented and she'd known there was at least some value placed on her life by them.

she'd used that, to the best of her ability.

agreed to their terms if they agreed to hers. claire had quickly learned that they weren't going to let her or leon have sherry back but at least they'd said they could see her and she thinks, now, that likely had to do with the fact it was something both her and leon had countered with when presented with their respective deals. she'd gotten them to agree to clear the s.t.a.r.s. members like her brother too though she felt that was possibly something they were already planning on. if they weren't going to kill them for what they knew they wanted people they could use. people that they could keep within their grasp instead of allowing to reveal what they knew. people with experience to help them against something like raccoon happening again. eventually, claire decided there was some truth to that and maybe they weren't full of malice in detaining them but it hadn't meant she fully trusted them either. she hadn't really stopped hearing her heart pounding in her ears until they'd let her see leon and they'd told each other what they'd been made to agree too; what they'd agreed to protect sherry but also to protect each other.

and that last realization had nearly overwhelmed her in it's intensity and all the little implications that it held within it.

at least... though, they let them say bye to sherry and claire thinks leon's hold on her had lasted far passed when her and him had been allowed to finally have some place to rest because maybe that hold was the only thing keeping them from feeling as if everything was ripped away in that moment. it wasn't freedom, they were still in a kind of house arrest until things began to move into place with their deals, but it was a room without eyes on them. a room they'd been in together because they'd steadfastly refused to be separated when things were so influx and some part of them maybe still believed despite the deals they were in danger. that'd been days ago and claire thinks maybe the last few days have been the least her and leon have actually communicated with each other sans figuring out what their deals were going to cause their futures to look like and the relief they'd had when they'd been told that her brother and the others had been found but weren't being detained, only debriefed and they were being cleared of the falsehoods spread after raccoon. part of claire figures that made sense, since most of them had been military prior it'd be easier to gain cooperation once they were shown the government knew the truth and were willing to clear them.

things had calmed now too, in relation to her and leon's situation. they weren't being treated badly.. now, at least. they were being informed of things. they told him about what lay ahead with his training and told her they'd had her school records altered to take off the fails in all her classes when she hadn't shown up for them after raccoon and they were securing her what was needed for what they'd agreed to with her. but her and leon hadn't really had a moment to address anything between them about them even if that shift still felt present, maybe in some ways more so in the subtle moments in the last few days they'd kept each other in their sight, in the way they automatically held a united front when someone communicated with them, arms brushing, a hand held to comfort and calm, in the way there'd been a shift to her curling into him instead of facing away out of some semblance of maintaining a line that said 'we're only stopping nightmares by laying like this, we're just friends'. she thinks maybe, that's his way of protecting her too, especially after she'd been missing for so long after paris with him unknowing if she was even alive until she'd gotten that video call out and she'd seen his tired features come back to life when he'd appeared on the screen and saw her.

thank god for modern technology.

but now, as claire watches him return to the quarters and pause at the door searching the room until his gaze lands on her and knows she's still there just like she does every time she's called out of the room and returns to him, the fact that they are going to be separated again finally fully washes over her like a train running her over. it's not goodbye, claire reminds herself. in no world were they going to let it be yet as it stood it wasn't what it could be either. or rather, their future wasn't. it strikes her, that for some time now, when she's thought about the future there was some version of them in it. that he'd become this force in her life that had impacted in her a way that would never not be present. that even if she was going to be allowed to go finish college and he was going to go off for some training that she knew was going to be a hell of lot worse than standard training (she'd spent years on a base, she'd heard the stories about special forces and other types of training), she didn't want to leave things unsaid or influx. she wanted.. she wanted him to have a reason to come back.. to her. she wanted them to have a focus point. something solid, even if it was just a hope for something. maybe that's what they both needed after all the shit they'd been through. it's also why claire's crossing the room before she can stop herself. it's why she doesn't stop until she's so close to him that she can feel his breath and warmth because he hasn't been the one to broach this yet but she's willing to be. it's why her gaze washes over his whole face, lingering on his lips for a brief moment before settling on his ocean eyes.

"i don't know what the next few months are going to look like for either of us, leon. but what i do know is, i like you." that word didn't seem to encompass all of what she felt but it was all the previous lit major was able to muster at the moment. "i'm willing to admit that now." she states, letting her hand reach up to touch the side of his face. suddenly she feels like a highschooler with a crush and not a woman standing there with someone she's gone through hell and back with. but she pushes that down and continues. "i think this thing between us.. i think it could be something. i want it to be, but i'll survive if you don't." she wouldn't judge him if he refused this; they were both still dealing with a hell of a lot of trauma claire also thought sometimes the best things in life were things you had to fight for or be brave enough to take a leap of faith for. that was what hope was and somewhere along the way leon had become hope to her, and.. warmth. hopeful warmth that she sought out like a cat to the sun. she was ready to, she could only just hope he was too. "i just know i do like you and i have for awhile now and i know you're someone i'm willing to wait for while you go off to train. if you want me to be."

#so so much of this set up you seriously dont have to match length at all #the last few para are really what counts as the starter haha #but apparently my brain and heart just needed admitting feelings thread that wasn't in the middle of an 'incident' lol #still stress around them but they aren't gonna be attacked any second so they have a little peace to have their moment lol #everythingheard #muse; claire redfield #v; biohazard reimagined (secondary timeline) #thread; something between us

[disquietiswhatitis]

With her super senses, is Kara immune to crying when someone chops onions or would she be like super vulnerable? Cause if it’s the latter, like...pre-Flashpoint, Superman could smell brownies in North Dakota from the Watchtower in frickin space (I think he might have been high, or at least his version of being high, but that’s besides the point.) You figure Kara would be crying every time someone chops an onion in National City, which would probably be all the freaking time.

#kara danvers #supergirl #late night monday thoughts instead of adulting

[fandom-cuties]

Old Haunts [Daryl Dixon x FEM!Reader]

Daryl Dixon X FEM!Reader

Implied Werewolf Daryl AU, young adult

Word: 4,378

Summary: After getting injured on the river, he gets haunted by old memories from his past.

A/N: Thank you @dreamingdixon for beta reading and the one to blame for why this became so long. (Check her out, she has amazing fics)

At the age of seventeen, a young pianist hung out with the lone wolf in the trailer park.

As the older teenagers stared at the sky above, where the stars shine down upon them, he was resting between your legs with his head on your lap. You ran your fingers through his short blond hair and gently scratched his scalp, humming softly to the tune to the song that you would be playing later on in her recital.

“You know, our souls will always be connected under the same moonlight.” You spoke, breaking the peaceful silence from staring up at the sky glancing down at the boy on your lap.

Gazing down at his icy-blue eyes, a portal where his true emotions were hidden underneath that hard shell of his. The quiet male wasn’t exactly looking at the stars, but was admiring how your eyes lit up talking about the future.

“Such a sap.” His words alone caused a bright smile to spread out across your lips. A small smile spread through his lips, seeing your smile, causing him to copy you. He caused that and felt the warmth that went all through his body, it wasn’t an unwelcome feeling but a comfortable one.

When he feels your arms around his stomach as he speeds on his brother’s motorcycle who left it behind for him to use while he was in the military. You tell him to go faster as you enjoy the wind hitting your face. Your laughter reaches to his ears as you both ride on the journey back home.

Jumping off, you move to stand in front of him while he remains seated on the bulky machine.

“Are you sure? You wanna go back home this late. You can always stay like old times.”

“M fine.”

You moved closer to him, as he sensed when you were gonna hug him like usual like every night he takes you back home, however, he immediately was taken aback when he felt your soft lips against his cheek, his heart beating rapidly as if it was gonna burst out of his chest. He must have looked like a deer in the highlights, completely off guard, causing you to let out a soft chuckle.

Daryl usually could tell when you were gonna give him physical affection such as hugs, but a kiss on his cheek was new, not something you usually do to him, nonetheless, his entire body felt like it was on fire. He rubs his palms on his pants trying to calm his heart.

“Goodnight, Daryl. See you on Monday.” You spoke with a shy smile, your finger fidgeting at the bottom of your shirt before running up to the stairs of your house.

He admires the way you look in the moonlight, somehow even more beautiful than usual when you look back towards him, casually waving before stepping through the door.

The memory was as clear as the moonlight, as he looked back, reminiscing. He was too hopeful, too ambitious to have all the time in the world with you, and he never knew what to do with himself when that time was cut short so suddenly.

When he thought he thought he had all the time in the world to man up to his feelings for the girl in front of him, to only have his time with you, abruptly cut short.

When Monday arrives, he wakes with a bad feeling in his gut - as if something awful was gonna happen. It started to make him worry even more when he arrived in front of your home to see the newspaper hadn't even been picked up from the ground, considering your father read the newspaper religiously and often took it to work with him. It was unusual and strange seeing the mailbox hasn’t been cleared out seeing the old mail that was delivered over the weekend.

A clear sign that no one has come by. Perhaps you are coming late, hopefully. It didn’t calm his nerves at all, instead made them worse.

When he arrived at school, people were whispering to each other and trying to be subtle - but nevertheless pointing at him as if he couldn’t see them. He was used to it, but couldn’t help noticing everyone was doing it. It was as if everyone knew something that he didn’t.

It was when he had found out the worst possible way to every one's behavior including the teachers, by being pulled out of school to be taken for integration as a murder suspect. All because of his family reputation, a Dixon being nothing but violent and just trouble. Of course, the police directed their attention to them, most importantly the youngest Dixon who had a close relationship with the victim. Everyone assumed he did it without any evidence.

What happened to innocent until proven guilty.

It was the worst time of his life, and he could be tried as an adult due to literally turning 18 that day.

At the very least, your parents never suspected him to be involved with the murder due to being miles away from the crime scene. They were the ones to get the police off his back trying to pin it on him to make their job easier to close the case. They know he would rather die than let anything bad happen to you from incidents that have happened over the years over the course of your guy's friendship. More often than not, Daryl placed himself in danger while protecting you, such as your honor, or just straight up stepping in when you are clearly uncomfortable.

They knew Daryl from the young age of nine - he was a strong silent type with a temper but was quite protective over you, and you’d swarmed your way past his hard solid barrier.

Don’t let that redneck be near your kid. Everyone assumes the youngest was just like the rest of the family and doesn’t even let the boy have a chance to prove himself. Daryl is different compared to his family and tries not to get into trouble unless he gets pushed to do something about it.

Your family gave him a chance to prove himself which he had over and over again. As years passed by, he became more of a family member than an acquaintance to you. He was often invited to amusement parks, beaches, and things he would have never experienced due to the background he came from.

The worst part of all is your case being left unsolved, becoming cold over the years, letting your killer run free, and getting away with it.

He tried not to think about you that haunted him most of his life after receiving the news. The person who accepted who he was and what he became by accident. The person who stayed up at night with him to read numerous supernatural books from the public library of their school and the community was trying to figure it out. The person who helped him to learn how to control it, because he didn’t want to accidentally hurt you, but only you. He couldn’t care less about others. You were the primary reason why he wanted to control the beast that yearned to be let loose under the full moon.

He completely blames himself - this was so avoidable. All he had to do was say yes to your invitation but he didn’t, he should have been there as your friend, a bodyguard. You invited him to be your plus-one, but you didn’t want to pester him and make him feel obligated to attend your recital, you simply wanted to let him know the option was there even if you really wanted him to come. He didn’t want to go where all the preppy, annoying people would gather - he’s always going to feel lower class in comparison.

The few things he had of you are old photographs throughout your friendship with him. Photo booth strips mostly from the carnivals that came to town once a year or amusement park, he would reluctantly be dragged against his will but did have fun. Some polaroids that were taken by your camera such as him flicking off the camera while you were still smiling. More often than not, his stoic face wasn’t in the photograph. It captures his relaxed face, sometimes a small smile or completely off guard like deer in headlights when he didn’t see the camera with the flash going on.

Photographs capture milestones to favorite moments that he held close. Especially the one, despite telling you to rip it up, he couldn’t admit it. It was a nice photo strip that captured the two of you being childish. You had licked his cheek because he simply refused to do anything about his bitch face - it caught him with his eyes widened in pure surprise. The photo captures it as the following photo below was him squeezing your cheek and holding you hostage as he licked your cheek as payback for the stunt you pulled. The last captures the two of you laughing at how childish you’d acted. It was nice.

The most important from all of his possessions must be the vest that you reconstructed from scratch and had used one of Merle’s hand-me-down leather vests as a base. You had the help of your grandmother who also took a liking to him and often brought him clothes and cooked dinner to be taken to him - the elderly woman loved him to bits and pieces. You stitched on two angel wings on the back.

This vest project took you a long time to do, yet it was completed on time and ready to be gifted to him on his 18th birthday in a cute gift bag with a note inside. It was tragically not delivered by you - instead, it was a grandmother who was heartbroken over your death but wanted him to have the present you worked so hard for him. Days after your death.

He could remember exactly what he was doing that day when he opened the gift on that open field where the two of you would stargaze - or where you would stargaze, and he would smoke, eyes on you as you watched the stars. He cried and screamed his soul out into the empty field, clutching the vest in his hands. He attacked the nearest tree until his knuckles were bloodied and sore, then he sat there on the ground in defeat, refusing to let himself heal - instead, letting himself feel the pain throbbing in his knuckles, watching the crimson liquid pool against broken skin.

He deserved it. He couldn't help you.

The heartache was too much for him to handle, especially all alone. The loss of losing what felt like his other half who had been constantly there as his pillar was gone - just like that. The person who could calm him a lot faster than anyone else. Whenever he needed support, you would be there at the drop of a hat, you just knew.

He could no longer see you play that fancy piano in your home, where your parents welcomed him despite his family reputation. He would no longer feel your warm soft hands on top of his harsh skin teaching him how to play the instrument. He no longer sees you missing your target with his crossbow when he would try to teach you to aim.

He often wished he could go back in time, he should have gone with you at that stupid recital. He would have taken your spot in a heartbeat - he was worthless, no one would hardly miss him. You had a whole future in front of you, only for it to get snatched away from you.

You were his sunshine, as he was your moonlight.

After your passing, he struggled to keep his emotions in his check and not wolf out. He lashed out at your poor grandma who was checking up on him, but she didn’t even flinch at the sight of his icy blue eyes transforming into molten gold - she already knew what he was. She’d always known but trusted Daryl around you regardless. She still treated him like a son despite the fact. He broke down in the elder arms that day, he didn’t have to carry his dark secret all alone with no one to turn to anymore.

He simply didn’t have anyone that he trusted in his life to share this horrendous secret of his without trying to kill him. He could be confined to the old lady that everyone thought had lost her mind because she told stories of monsters in the dark. It kinda makes sense if he thought back to when he was just a child hearing her rambling old stories, they seem to be more personal experiences with the supernatural than fairy tales. Of course, no one would believe it unless they are experiencing it themselves.

There was a night when Merle found out his horrendous secret by pure accident by provoking him non-stop and his patience was running thin. He was grieving like a normal person mopping in his room when Merle abruptly gets into his room and took an old small metal container from beneath his bed causing Daryl to jump out of bed to be taken completely off guard and immediately chase after him.

Merle knew he was staring at those pictures every night ever since he had come back from the Military to visit his brother. His brother didn't want to do anything, just wanted to stay in his room and stay in bed. The small container was next to him when he was sleeping.

Merle stood in front of the stove where the flames were showing brightly threatening to burn his memories in the form of photographs within the container. Perhaps it will help you move on.

In a split second, Daryl attacks his older brother by pushing him away from the stove with brutal force - as the small container slams to the ground, slipping out all the photographs onto the dirty floor of the trailer. Daryl stood above him with a deathly glare, not with his normal eyes but the golden yellow eyes staring into Merle’s soul as an animalistic growl escapes from his throat as a threat unconsciously.

When Daryl realized what he had done, he immediately stood back away from his brother, giving him space and looking down at the floor. He expected his brother to run away from seeing the true self-the monster he had become, especially seeing his eyes change and staring him down with his heavy breathing like a wild animal as if one wrong move. He would have bounced on Merle without any mercy, ripping him into shreds out of anger.

Daryl quietly picked up the little trinkets that you had to give him over the years along with the photographs back into a container. He was taken aback seeing Merle was where he had attacked him on the ground staying quiet just seeming to be taking in what had happened. He didn’t run out to the hills.

He was about to go back into his room with his head down, clutching the metal case with a deathly grip but not strong enough to destroy it. Merle spoke the only words he said that night. You loved her, didn’t you, little brother?. Daryl just spares him a glance before returning back to his room. The silence was enough to answer his question, he loved her more than anything else.

For the first time and last time, Merle actually let Daryl grieve without degrading comments because now he knew how much that girl meant to him.

So why are you there, decades later?

Was he hallucinating?

You are supposed to be dead, but you look exactly how he imagined you would look if your life wasn’t taken away so early as a grown woman.

You pulled the bolt off his side and felt the warmth against his cheek. It felt too real. You were mouthing something to him, but he kept losing his consciousness.

Why aren’t you six feet under?

Why are you there, hovering over him? He could feel your warm palm cupping his cold, dirty cheek as he stared at your worried expression. Finally, he was able to hear your voice, something he’d missed for so many years, it felt like music to his ears.

“You aren’t dying on my watch. Let yourself heal internally at least, please.” You whispered, placing his forehead against yours as he lost consciousness completely. “If you don't do it for yourself, do it for me. Please, Daryl.”

When he woke up again, you were nowhere in sight. Two walkers were chewing on his shoes.

He must be hallucinating.

He must be losing his goddamn mind.

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Daryl had dragged himself back to camp after finding Sophia’s doll at the river. He did feel lighter as if someone was helping him to walk. The hair at the nape of his neck was standing straight as goosebumps raised from his skin all over his body causing him to be on edge. His instincts were screaming at him if they were trying to give a warning of danger - stay alert but he didn’t see anything other than his body reacting on edge - yet there was a faint lingering in the air that he hadn't smelled so long ago.

After being shot by Andrea, he heard from the others that Andrea fell off of Dale’s trailer with a bloody scream after finding out it was a human being she shot, not a walker. Perhaps in the panic, she wasn’t watching where she was looking, but Andrea was kinda spooked about it.

When he was brought to this guest room where he was resting, his eye caught sight of a photo frame that contained a photograph of you when you were fourteen, bottle-feeding a calf with the biggest grin on your face. He had taken it from the nightstand to look at it closer after everyone else had left, and he wasn’t mistaken. It was truly you.

The realization is now hitting him.

Why was the surname familiar, was it because it was your last name?

Maggie, the oldest Greene of the family comes in with a tray of food and beverage knocking on the door, barely having time to cover himself with the blanket not wanting anyone else to see the scars on his back. When she reached the side of the bed, she noticed Daryl holding the photo frame of her older cousin.

“Did you know her?” Maggie asked, to only get silence in return. Daryl puts the photo frame back on the nightstand. Maggie already knows he doesn’t talk much from what she heard from Glenn - he’s a man of few words.

Realization hits her when she takes a moment to really look at him, especially the shade of piercing blue eyes and the mole above his lip. She places the tray on the nightstand before speaking.

“You did know her. You were her moon.” Maggie says in a sorrowful tone catching him completely off guard. She was correct to assume seeing the way he reacts to her words - this was the boy that her older cousin spoke fondly of with the biggest grin when she was younger. When she was younger, she always wanted to know who was the mysterious boy who had earned your affection and admiration.

Maggie starts to explain how she knows, “She was my cousin, (Nickname). She often spoke fondly about you, often would sneak out to look at the moon at night when she was staying over during the summer. She always said the moon always reminded her of you.”

Before adding, “The main reason why Daddy was mostly mad, not the fact that you took one of our horses without our permission, but took the one that used to belong to (Nickname).”

That kinda explains the undertone of Hershel's anger, it was your horse when you were alive. He clearly remembers how excited you would talk about the horse, Nally because you wouldn’t ever shut up about it. There were times, you would often invite him to come, so he could meet the horse but he always declined to go visit your extended family members, he was more comfortable with your parents and your grandmother because he has known them for years.

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Same as the day before, he spent the morning resting on his right-hand side reliving memories of his first love. He never fell in love again, he could never have fallen for anyone as hard as he had for you, he never managed to move on from you - he just couldn’t.

When there was a knock on the door, he quickly wiped the evidence from his face before the door opened. The way Maggie had spoken about you made his chest ache, especially when she told you about how you’d refer to him as your moon, after seeing you in the woods after injuring himself. It opened up old wounds in his heart hearing someone speak about you out loud, it triggered all the old memories he thought he’d suppressed to the back of his mind - bringing them flooding back to the surface.

The missing child - Sophia - appears before him, leaving him completely speechless and in disbelief. “Losing my shit” he scoffs to himself.

First, he hallucinated you, now the missing girl he was looking for.

He is going fucking crazy. He must be.

The young girl was in a completely healthy state despite being lost in the deep of the woods for days. Sophia was carrying a plate of food and a glass of water followed by Carol a few seconds later.

“Thank you for looking for me.” The timid girl voices her thanks to the older man after being instructed by her mother.

Daryl was in disbelief but was content knowing that Sophia found her way to their camp.

“She came back with that horse that threw you off. She was riding it like she had experience leading a horse.” Carol tells him with a small smile and petting Sophia's hair.

However, the young child winces. “Mom, It wasn’t me who was leading the horse. It was the forest fairy. She was riding it with me.”

Carol sighs. “You were by yourself, Sophia. No woman was riding the horse with you.”

“But the fairy knows Daryl. He was the reason why the fairy could take me back to you, Mom.”

Daryl wanted to laugh at the foolish fairytale but didn’t want to hurt the child's feelings who was so stubborn about this so-called fairy until Sophia took the photo frame from the nightstand that he was staring at the night before and pointed to the girl in the picture.

“She told me stories where the two of you used to hang out under the stars every day. But she was sad when she found you hurt and helped her back here. She brought me back, after knowing how to get here. She just ran back to the forest. No one saw her with me on the horse.” Sophia puts it back down when she sees the look of hauntedness on his face.

For a man who barely showed any emotion, he was overwhelmed with the information.

Sophia was being dragged out by her mother before she left. “She was there waiting for you in the woods after the incident. She protected you from bad people. You may have not seen her but she was there.”

“Enough, Sophia! Sorry, Daryl.” Carol was scolding Sophia when they both left through the door.

Daryl was conflicted but now it was making sense. There were moments when he could feel her there and just thought he was hallucinating when It felt like you were standing right beside him. But maybe he wasn’t, the information from the little girl left his head spinning in a way he wasn’t familiar with.

There was an important event from what Sophia was saying. He could never make sense of it until now - but when his father was chasing him through the woods after picking him off from the police station for being interrogated. His father hated police attention on them, he had full intentions of beating his ass black and blue.

The forest trees were smacking his father to the ground with full force as someone was holding the branch back before letting it go. His father was getting smacked by the same stick that he used to use on him cutting into his skin. His father was being covered with copies of his scars that were inflicted over the years took a picture of all his scars- then inflicted them on his abuser. Daryl was too busy running away, but apparently, something dragged him out of the woods which spooked the living shit out of his father. That’s what Merle said when his father was rambling while drunk.

But if he thought back on all the times he ran into the woods to run from someone, they get hella spooked from the woods that they wouldn’t even take a step into the woods ever since. All of them had the same conclusion. The forest was protecting him while attacking anything that was considered to be a threat to him.

Were you there when he was grieving on the same spot where two of you often met up under the branches of a tree that had the two of your names carved into it - you way of claiming a spot of the earth just for both of you.

Were you the reason why he felt lighter dragging his ass to the farm after getting injured?

Were you helping him not to put weight on his injured side, preventing further damage?

Whenever he was there it was as if there was a blanket of comfort, the same kind of feeling of you hugging him whenever he seems to need a hug, wrapping around his whole being. He always felt someone was staring at him but there was no one in sight.

Perhaps it was you, this entire time.

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Part VII

Pairing: Steve x reader, Bucky x reader, Thor x reader, Loki x reader, Peter x reader

Warnings: yandere, obsession, stalking, possessiveness, theft, mention of blackmail, all characters are adults.

Words: 1864.

Summary: Transferring to Stark Academy that has only allowed to take in female students last semester, you realize you are just one of three young women among hundreds of students. Your things are constantly being stolen, and soon you begin fearing for your safety.

Part I

Part II

Part III

Part IV

Part V

Part VI

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You wanted to slap yourself. What the hell was wrong with you today? Why did you tell Peter that?!

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean...” Completely baffled with you behavior, you were deeply ashamed, unable to look the guy in the eyes and wanting nothing but fall into the earth.

“Ah, I got it. It’s Steve, isn’t it?” All of a sudden, Peter let out an irritated sigh, rolling his eyes skywards and rubbing his neck. “Of course, who else would say such nonsense. Blackmail, really? Funny he didn’t call me a stalker or anything.”

“Listen, I didn’t mean it, I’m really-”

“It’s ok.” He closed the locker, slamming its door loudly and making you jump. “It’s not your fault. If I heard that from somebody, I’d be scared too.”

He spent a couple of seconds staring into the wall until he rubbed his neck again tiredly and huffed. It took him less than a minute to regain his composure, and you heard him murmuring, “What a freak.”

He didn't return to the corridor, heading to the sports hall for his PE class, instead moving to the bench in the locker room and motioning you to sit. Feeling terribly awkward, you hoped he wasn't going to do anything out of anger, even though he had every right to be upset at your stupid behavior.

"About what he said," Peter took a deep breath, "it's nothing like that. I don't dig up some nasty stuff in the web to blackmail people. I've never done it. The reason why Mr. I-am-better-than-you said that is because I've made him take me into his little bodyguard group when I heard him talking to Loki. You're nice, and I wanted to help. Of course, Steve started acting like I was some creep, so he refused, and I had to remind him that, technically, he had to report your issue to the administration, not play a hero. I said that if I go and tell the whole story to the dean, Steve's gonna be in trouble because he knew who thieves were and didn't report them."

It was a loud off your mind. Goodness. Rogers called this a blackmail? Really? Just because Peter pushed Steve into taking him into their group?

You were less and less sure Rogers was sane. You definitely had to be careful around him.

"I can't believe he called it a blackmail." You admitted quietly, and the guy sent you a tired smile. "Peter, I'm so, so sorry. It was so stupid of me."

"Nah, don't worry. I'd freak out too if I didn't know the whole story."

You knew your apologies weren't enough, but you hoped Peter didn't take it to heart - if you can take such an accusation easily, that is. Shit, shit, shit, why did you believe everything these guys were saying? You didn't even know them in the first place! Why on Earth did you go asking them their opinions on others if all of them were biased, and every guy could twist the truth the way he liked? You shouldn't have let their words affect you that much.

"Whatever. At least now you know what Rogers is like." Peter sent you a grim smile and got up, picking his bright yellow sackpack from the floor. "Shit, I gotta go if I don't wanna be late. Let's meet in a library later, alright?"

"O-of course." You hurriedly stood up and left the lockers room after him, turning to the library: your Lit class was cancelled, so you decided to go study right away. At this time, the library was usually full, and you felt safe there.

Your thoughts were all about the guys again even when you were staring at your laptop, trying to focus on Excel numbers. Why did you feel like the atmosphere between them was so dense? If they were at such terms with each other, why did they group together to help you? What, because all of them loved you so much? It was ridiculous. There was something else to it, and you didn't know. You had a feeling no one was going to tell you the truth until you figured it all out by yourself.

Weird. It was all so weird. Steve's plan, their behavior, the relationships between them, and your nagging feeling they all were hiding something. Was it them who were actually following you?

The thought scared you to the point you started shivering. Oh shit.

"Hi there," the guy appeared behind your back so suddenly you almost jumped, looking at him wide-eyed, "sorry, did I startle you?"

"H-hi Jake! No, it's ok, I was just... studying." Both of you were talking in hushed voices, knowing the librarian would kick you out immediately if she heard some noise. "How are you?"

"I'm great, how're you?" You could hear concern in his voice: he was one of Thor's friends you met yesterday, and although you spoke briefly, Thor definitely told him more about you. "You look a bit worried."

"Oh, it's Math, I didn't really understand the topic, and we're having an exam on Monday... guess I'll be studying the whole weekend." You gave him your best smile to reassure you were totally ok, and the guy relaxed a little, smiling at you, too.

"I'm sure you'll pass. Thor said you're very smart."

What, he said that to all of them? Was he simply boasting about his girlfriend to his friends or was there something more to it?

"You're too kind. Thank you."

His smile grew wider, and he landed on the next seat to yours, resting his hands on the table. Apparently, there was something he wanted to talk to you about, and you grew uneasy.

"Listen, about these incidents... Thor told us all about it, so if you see any freaks following you around, you can message any of us, and we'll come right away." Looking at his serious expression, his bushy brows furrowed, you hoped he eas being sincere with you: you had enough with people you could no longer trust. "And also... that kid, if he's giving you troubles or anything, just let me know, and I'll tell him to keep his hands to himself"

Oh, he was talking about Peter, wasn't he? He had probably seen that silly photo. Wow, you though, Peter was totally right about Instagram: it was the best news source in the academy.

Thanking him for his concern, you laughed a little, convincing him there was nothing serious except for the theft and promising to tell him if anything weird would be going on. While it should have made you feel safer, in fact, you only grew more frustrated with this situation. You wanted to forget about these freaks and just spend you day like any normal student would, but everywhere you went people were staring at you as if you had a horn; one boyfriend or the other was always close to protect you from some unknown danger, and although you believed they tried to help, you hated the feeling they were hiding something from you. Why did you have to be going through all this? Wasn't it really better to drop off school, spend a year working and then apply to a better place?

Thinking of the faces your parents would make once you returned home, you realized it wasn't. This school with all those creeps wasn't worse than home that never felt like a safe place you wanted to come back to. Besides, all money you saved up until now were only good for buying food and things like that: you'd never afford to rent a decent place unless you found a well-paid job. It meant staying with your parents, and it wouldn't be much better than here, just different. If you wanted to drop off, you had to find a good place to stay.

Well, you could at least try, right?

When Peter met you in the library, the two of you no longer talked about anything important, simply studying together to prepare for the exams next week. It didn't feel off: from time to time you met his gaze, and the both of you smiled. You were thankful he didn’t talk about Steve or other guys or that weirdo in the lockers room.

Once you returned home, you went straight to bed, completely exhausted. Luckily, you did much more than yesterday, so you could rest now, but then you thought of Thor kissing you and bit down the pillow, angry at yourself. Why did you keep thinking of him right now?

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When you woke up the next morning, you felt like something was off: your body ached, your throat hurt, and your headache was only making it worse. Dammit, you caught a cold, probably. And that’s when it was finally the day to meet Steve, the guy you thought was a mastermind behind all these manipulations that were making you sick to the core. 

Anyway, it’s not like a mere cold would prevent you from doing everything you had planned. You left your bed and went to the bathroom, moving the dresser before again. 

Honestly, it felt terrible. It was definitely because of that flimsy dress you wore to school yesterday when the weather was becoming chilly. Argh. Watching your puffy eyes and swollen nose, you sneezed. Today you had to apply way more makeup to look decently.

Steve showed up earlier than either Thor or Peter: you had to skip your breakfast, hoping to buy something cheap in the cafeteria.

“Good morning.” He said with his everyday polite expression that soon shifted into a concerned one. “Are you alright?”

What, was it that bad? You did your absolute best to apply enough makeup and do your hair. Did you still look so sick?

“Good morning. Yes, I’m ok, just feeling a little sleepy.” You yawned on purpose, covering your mouth with your hand, and Steve’s face softened.

“Did you study all night?”

“Yep, exams are driving me a little crazy.”

“I understand. I also stayed late last night.”

Of course, the student council president studying all days long to be number one student in the academy. If you didn’t know of his twisted nature, you’d think he was the most typical nerd.

You spent most of the time either in silence or talking about studies, the academy, and everything related to it. Steve acted like a gentleman and a scholar, albeit a little too demonstratively. Walking with you as if he were a king of the place, he constantly replied to greetings of others, waved to his acquaintances and smiled. You felt so off you wanted to find Loki and walk with him: unlike Steve, he was considered unpleasant by the prevailing majority of students.

“Are you sure you’re going to be alright?” America golden boy asked you for the last time, and you forced yourself to smile.

“Of course. Thanks for coming, see you later, Steve.”

As he finally left you in peace, you almost fell down into your chair, your fever only getting worse despite the fact you took some painkillers. It was going to be a long day.

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PART 6

If sharing a glass of wine with Harry the other night didn’t make you wish things could go back to normal--whatever that was--seeing him with CeCe before bed did.

She stomped her feet in the bathroom when you brushed through her hair. “I’m not tired! I want to stay up later with Maeve!”

Maybe that was another parenting fail in the last year--giving Maeve a later bedtime. She had bargained with you long and hard. She wanted more time on her phone but you wouldn’t budge. When you had heard enough of the I’m practically a teenager, mom! you figured there probably wasn’t an easy way to tell her that in two years she’d look back at herself and laugh.

So you caved, which you were doing more of lately but only with the silly stuff: bedtime, playing outside, dessert before dinner on occasion and even a PG-13 movie at a friend’s house when Maeve really got snippy with you.

But your energy was draining. After all the shit you’d put up with, you figured that hearing a few swears or seeing a high school party wouldn’t kill your 11-year-old.

CeCe, on the other hand, might be the death of you.

She was more outspoken than her sister, if that was possible. She had lungs on her that carried her voice through the house, especially when she whined.

“I want to stay up late!”

“You can’t,” you told her firmly. “I’m sorry. You’ll thank me tomorrow when you wake up refreshed.”

She made a face at you in the bathroom mirror, she probably didn’t understand what you meant but you smiled back at her anyway.

“I don’t want to sleep.”

You didn’t reply, instead let out a sigh and ignored the way she pouted until she stomped her feet again. “I want to watch TV!”

She smacked a fist on the counter when you didn’t reply, your eyes went wide with shock. “Cecelia Rose,” you scolded. “You do not yell at mommy like that or bang your fist on the counter.”

Maeve was nowhere to be found, likely scrolling in a group chat with other pre-teens who sent too many emojis. You almost wished she’d pop her head in to intervene--sometimes she was good at talking CeCe off the ledge, even if just to distract her.

The next best thing, though, when Harry knocked on the door and peered through the crack. “Everything alright?”

“Just dandy,” you forced a smile.

“Mommy is making me sleep,” CeCe frowned up at him.

“She is?”

“She is,” she nodded. “And I’m not tired.”

“Well, mommy has good reasoning, you’ll be sleepy tomorrow if you don’t sleep now.”

She didn’t seem to care, she crossed her arms over her chest once you finished the braid at the base of her neck and clapped her on the shoulder. “I won’t be tired.”

“Do you want to read together?”

She looked up at him with narrowed eyes, almost like she was waiting for the catch. When he smiled again, she let out a hefty sigh but headed for the door. “Fine.”

Harry smiled over his shoulder at you and followed behind her, trailing her down the hall until she took the left turn into her bedroom with a butterfly carpet. She walked over the bookshelf, picked out The Big Book of Bedtime Stories, and pulled the sheets back.

You were in the doorway, watching as she fluffed her own pillow and then looked up at Harry. “Are you coming?”

She patted the spot next to her, gesturing for him to get close enough for her to fall asleep on his shoulder. He hesitated, stole a glance in your direction and then did as she said. He adjusted the pillow behind his head and CeCe wriggled beside him until she was comfortable. When she was, she nestled right into him, looked up at you and then said: “are you coming?”

You paused, parted your lips to let her down gently, but then something in you tugged your torso towards his. He was surprised by this, too, shifted in the tiny bed to make room for you to crawl over and squish yourself between CeCe and the wall.

Harry, with a smirk on his lips, looked over at you when he opened the book to CeCe’s favorite story. “Comfortable?”

“Go ahead,” you rolled your eyes, ignoring the silliness of the moment but somehow wishing it was routine.

You put a hand on her pajama pants, petting her mindlessly as you listened to Harry’s voice when he thumbed through the pages. You’d had moments like these with Luke, when Maeve was tiny and CeCe was barely a thought. It’d been a while since you laid in bed with another adult, your child between you as she let out sleepy sighs and fluttered her eyelashes against her cheek.

The lights were dim now, you watched as his fingers pulled each page and tried to forget the way they pulled moans from your mouth.

He stopped halfway through, looked over at you and smirked when her breathing got heavier, but he kept going. He’d learned: if you stop too soon, she’d bolt awake and tell you she’d never fallen asleep to begin with.

He carried on like that for a while, glancing over to see if her eyes were open, sometimes catching your gaze but looking away quickly. Timid, like he was just as unsure as you were.

He finished a story and started a new one, and for a moment you wondered if he kept reading just to not disturb the scene: the two of you with your daughter sandwiched between. If someone looked in on it from the outside, they’d think you were a family.

Eventually he cut himself off mid sentence, derailed the story of the princess and the pea to ask you: “should I keep going?”

“No,” you laughed a little. “She’s out. We’re fine.”

He shut the book and pulled away from her gently. You lifted her head a little and tugged your arm out from the sheets and he placed the book on the desk to the right of her bed. He stuck his hand out to help you climb over her quietly. She stirred, opened her eyes and looked up at the two of you.

“Love you mommy,” she said, you bent down to press a kiss to her forehead.

“Love you too, sweetie.”

“Love you, Harry,” she said through a sigh, eyes already closing when you turned around to leave. His eyes locked on yours, caught off guard and unsure of how to reply, but he looked down at her, lips in a small smile.

“Love you too, CeCe.”

And just like that, your life turned to a personally targeted and especially cruel single-mom hell. It was already there, practically. He played outside with your kids? He drove Maeve to play dates and picked CeCe up from ballet? He cooked dinner and poured you wine and tucked deep inside your memory were images of his head between your legs and his fingers laced with yours.

And now he said he loved one of them? You made a beeline for your bedroom, shut the door and didn’t say goodnight because you knew it would only get worse from here.

You were right. It was torture. Daydream, fairytale level torture when he helped Maeve with her homework the next night and even more painful when CeCe fell asleep with her head in his lap after a movie.

Maybe the worst part, though, was when you sat beside him on the patio a few nights later. The sun had set and you had a glass of crisp rosé in your hand when he turned to you.

“Look what CeCe brought home the other day,” he moved his phone to show you the screen. A drawing of stick figures, red and green and blue under a yellow house. He pinched the screen to zoom in, the actual artwork was nowhere to be found.

“What is it?” You tilted your head to the side and let out a quiet laugh. Her drawing needed work, but the color choices were bright and vibrant, just like her.

“Well, it’s us I think.”

“Us?” You looked up at him for a moment, CeCe hit the tennis ball into the pool and Maeve let out a frustrated groan.

“That’s her, with the tutu obviously. That’s Maeve and you right there--I’m assuming, by the way. This is all interpretation.”

You let out a laugh but watched when he zoomed in on the other stick figure.

“And that’s me, I think,” he tilted his head sideways now, looked at it closer. "With the guitar." You reached out your hand, brought his phone closer when he let you have it.

“When did she give this to you?”

“Monday--no, Tuesday, I think.”

“What did she say?”

He shrugged when you looked up. Maeve had gotten the leaf skimmer and CeCe clapped when the tennis ball was back on dry land.

“She said she drew ‘home.’”

“Home?”

He nodded, looked back over at you with raised eyebrows, a sense of nonchalance when he held his palm out to retrieve his phone. “Cute, right?”

It was cute, obviously. It was sweet and endearing and then you asked: “where’s the actual drawing?”

“On my nightstand.” He watched as CeCe tugged a hoola hoop from a bucket of toys. “Might frame it and show her, she’d be so excited.”

“She would be,” you nodded. “She’d love that.”

He left it alone, showed Maeve how to swing the bat better before you eventually decided it was too dark to sit outside. They sat at the island and ate ice cream, cherries and sprinkles and Harry even doused his in chocolate sauce.

Your heart ached for the family that CeCe drew: one with less complexity and one where age differences didn’t mean a thing. One where there was no such thing as death or divorce. Just four stick figures beneath a triangular roof with grass scribbled around the edges of paper.

You wished, desperately, that the four of you could be the stick figure family with no worries and no problems. You wished time could freeze and Harry’s house wouldn’t be ready in another 10 days. In a way you wished that Luke didn’t exist, you wished that your life was as simple as it looked on 8 x 11 inch paper with scribbled marker.

**

Zoey stood in your bedroom, lips pushed out in thought when you held up a different necklace. “This one is chunkier which I can’t tell if I like.”

She thought on it for a second, already dressed and ready to go like the timely human she was.

“I like the first one,” she nodded. “It’s more I’m the boss than that one.”

You laughed at her reasoning, held it up to your neck when CeCe burst through the doors with a scowl on her face. “Mommy, Maeve said I’m being stupid and annoying.”

You frowned at her but clasped the necklace around your neck, “that’s not very nice of her. Why’d she say that?”

“Because I was asking her to push me on the swing but she was too busy texting someone.”

You let out a sigh and made a face at Zoey in the mirror. Buying Maeve a cell phone was something you’d thought long and hard about. She begged and begged for one at her birthday, but something felt wrong about handing over a thousand dollar piece of technology to someone who was barely old enough to watch TV unsupervised.

Harry and Luke’s punching incident is what did you in, though. What if Maeve was at a friend’s house and something like that happened? You needed her to be able to contact you in case she felt unsafe or uncomfortable.

You also figured it would be a good way to distract her from what was really going on under your roof: mom fell for the guy who stayed in our guest suite and now it’s a hot mess.

“You’re not stupid or annoying,” Zoey reassured her. “Maeve just thinks she’s too cool for everyone now that she has a phone.”

CeCe let out a dramatic sigh. “You can say that again.”

A knock on the door, she turned around to see Harry. “Maeve said I’m stupid and annoying.”

Harry frowned and knelt in front of her. “That’s not true.”

“Oh I know,” she shrugged. “I just think that’s stupid and annoying of her to say that.”

You bit back a laugh when he looked up at you, shocked by her attitude and her wit before she ran off to her bedroom down the hall.

Harry stood back up and greeted Zoey. “Hi--how’re Shawn and Benny?”

“They’re great, and they’re on their own tonight which I am so grateful for.” She’d been dying for another night out of the house, she talked for weeks about what she wanted to wear and what she was going to drink. “You two should meet, you and Shawn. He’s not a musician by any means but he’s a killer steering wheel drummer when we have the classic rock hits on.”

Harry laughed, looked over to you quickly before nodding in Zoey’s direction. “I’d love that, maybe we could all have dinner.”

You nodded at the suggestion, hooked an earring into place before Harry remembered why he came in.

“Speaking of dinner, I have a meeting with my stylist but I’ll be there tonight, obviously. Probably around 7:15 though, is that alright?”

“Totally fine,” you nodded. He told you a few days earlier that you’d have to drive separately, quelling your anxiety about showing up together and going home together. Your living situation was no one’s business, but having Harry at the launch party to begin with was sure to stir up enough chatter, even if it was mostly from Tristan or Jeff.

You’d been trying to hide your anxiety. This was your biggest launch to date, arguably a step outside your comfort zone and feeling so uncertain about things at home left you feeling more nervous to have your employees and your friends in the same spot. The girls were headed to Shelli’s, a movie night and arts and crafts, she promised.

But it was setting in now, questions and thoughts and worries were bouncing around in your head like a pinball machine.

Would Maeve and CeCe behave for Shelli? Would they get along with each other? Would the launch party go well? Would Tristan bring a date? Would people like the body wash? Would Harry sit next to you at dinner? Would things ever feel normal between the two of you again or would he move out and fade out of your life like he’d never even entered it at all?

Zoey had stepped out into the hallway, phone pressed to her ear as Shawn asked a question about formula.

“You alright?”

Harry was still in the doorway, suit pants on and a white button down as he waited for your answer.

“Yeah,” you nodded. “Just nervous.”

“Hey,” he took a step towards you. “It’s going to be great. You’re going to be great.” He placed a hand on your shoulder and then withdrew it. “You are great.”

You smiled, appreciative of his kindness but already overthinking the way he pulled his hand away, like your skin was too hot to touch or like your bodies coming into contact was suddenly forbidden.

“I just want the body wash to do well and I want the dinner to go smoothly. Tristan always goes overboard with these events and I just hope that the food is good, I mean, I’ve never eaten here before--”

He laughed, “hey, it’s going to be fine. I might be a bit late but I’ll get there and Jeff and I can do something stupid to make you laugh and forget about the stress of it all. Everyone wins.”

You nodded, reassured by his words but also caught off guard by how easy it was to admit: “I’m really glad you’re coming.”

“Me too,” he nodded. “Kind of feels like we haven’t seen each other much lately.”

You lifted your eyebrows at that, a week since Luke’s surprise visit and a week since Harry had so much as looked your way for more than ten seconds. You hadn’t told him to stop, you never said you didn’t want to keep sleeping with him or anything of the sort, but he took your words on the patio to mean that, apparently.

How were you supposed to backtrack? How were you supposed to have a conversation with him about it when there’d never been one in the first place?

If you hadn’t defined it originally, how were you supposed to quantify the change that had occurred as the bruise on his skin faded to a pale yellow?

“Okay,” Zoey laughed, a shake of her head when she ended the call and came back into the master suite. “How hard is it to find the bottle brush in the drawer where it’s literally been for the entirety of Benny’s short life?” She cut herself off when she looked up from her phone to see how close Harry stood to you.

He backed up. “Good luck, you’re going to kill it. I’ll be there as soon as I can.”

You nodded. “Yes, right. Thanks.”

He turned on his heel and offered a smile to Zoey, whose eyes immediately flew to yours once he was descending the stairs. You briefed her over lunch shortly after Luke had shown up on your doorstep, but Zoey was decidedly team Harry and had a hard time even admitting that he shouldn't have gotten involved.

Her eyes were wide, lips set in a frown as if she’d just witnessed the most adorable thing. “He likes you so much.”

“No, Zoey, stop.”

“I leave the room for one second and you're having a heart to heart?”

“We weren't having a heart to heart,” you rolled your eyes. “He was just offering some encouragement.”

Partially true. His words were encouraging and that seemed to be the point of him coming up here. But you couldn’t admit to Zoey that part of your anxiety about the night was related to him. It felt stupid to admit that pulling back made you miss him, made you feel like something was missing.

Those feelings left your heart and your head a mess, unsure about what you needed and wanted and even more confused about what was right for everyone.

You turned back to the mirror to put your other earring in place. Zoey didn’t say more, she didn’t need to. She smiled at your reflection and you both knew that your words didn’t even begin to capture the complexity of it all. But you had a launch party to get to.

Your champagne flute was filled when you walked in, which was a great step towards quelling the nerves. Tristan was already working the crowd with grace and poise, smile plastered on his face when he bragged about all of the hard work your team had put in on this.

Zoey was excited to pump and dump in the bathroom, your employees were already plucking hors d'oeuvres from silver platters, and you just tried to ignore the gnawing feeling in your chest of wishing your dad was here. He’d be proud, no doubt, he’d be excited for you and he’d be cracking jokes with Irv in the corner as Jeff tried to keep them under control.

The emptiness that he left in your life was something you’d live with forever, you were sure of this until suddenly there was a man in your house with a dimpled smile and patience for your children that you never saw coming.

Another look around the room, balloons in the corner, high heels and lipstick on the women that made your team what it was. A moment of excitement, of celebration, and yet your heartbeat picked up when you realized that you were here, alone.

You plucked your phone out to check the time, 7:24pm. He’d said 7:15--he clasped his hands on your shoulders like he meant it and you wondered where he was. Tristan pulled you over to another friendly face before you could sink too far down that rabbit hole.

Zoey had Shawn, Shelli had Irv, Jeff always had someone. Even Tristan had Tinder dates for the nights that he got lonely. You had the girls, of course, you had a life that you loved and a job you were proud of. But what did that matter if you didn’t have someone to share it with, to whisper to in the mornings when sun streamed through the windows and you were woken up too early by daughters that begged for adventures?

You’d grown used to feeling that way. Your marriage was over long before the papers were signed, but your father’s sudden decline left you reeling and unsure which way was up.

You’d never admit it aloud, but Harry showing up brought you back down to earth and kept you tethered to a life that felt manageable and doable and somehow possible.

Another glance at the time, 7:32pm. Tristan asked when you wanted to make a toast and thank everyone for coming to celebrate, you made an excuse and tried to buy yourself time like his absence was currency.

You wanted him here, you wanted his arm around your shoulders and you wanted to introduce him to your team--take a bite of his dinner and then bring him home like that was where he belonged.

How embarrassing, though, you talked yourself up enough to let him come and introduce him to the rest of the girls at work, only to be stood up or forgotten or altogether abandoned. Your fantasy of being with him felt even more stupid and naive when you realized that it’d probably never be like that.

Your glass was refilled at 7:49pm, Zoey laughed when your head of marketing recounted the embarrassing moment when a picture of Maeve ended up on the company instagram story.

Frustration, anger, maybe both when the clock struck 8pm. Forty-five minutes late without a text message? But those emotions were drowned out by the judgment: why do you care, he’s not your boyfriend, this doesn’t mean anything.

You answered too quickly when he called, phone pressed to your face: where are you?

Pulling up, down the street, I’m so sorry.

You handed your drink to Tristan, pushed out to the parking lot to find him jogging towards the door in the dark sky.

“Hi, hey, why are you out here?” his smile faded when he could see you were upset.

“I had no clue where you were and you didn’t even bother to text me--” you were stopped dead on the sidewalk, the sky was a light purple and he grabbed your hand to tug you back towards the entrance.

“I’m sorry, I know, my meeting went late and the traffic was terrible, I didn’t want to bother you--”

“You said you’d be here at 7:15 and I’ve been in there by myself--”

He didn’t understand, his eyebrows dipped on his forehead in confusion and he pulled at your arm again. “I know, I’m sorry, but let’s get back in there so you can--”

“No, Harry,” you yanked your hand out of his grasp. A deep breath, a twinkling light above the horizon, a plane on final approach to LAX. “Just give me a minute.”

He sighed, looked over his shoulder to the big windows that allowed a peek into the party. He didn’t say anything, waited for you to speak when the light at the intersection across the street turned green.

“I was stupid for thinking this would be a good idea,” you said aloud, arms crossed in the parking lot. “But it’s fine, it’s not a big deal.”

“It’s obviously a big deal,” he held a hand out, gesturing to the emotion in your voice. “I fucked up, I get that. I’m sorry--but I tried to call you and tell you I was going to be late, something’s wrong with my phone.”

Happy couples strolled out of the restaurant, arms linked with to-go boxes in hand. The air was still warm, streetlights illuminated the wrinkle in his forehead when he took a step forward. “Is this about more than the party?”

You rolled your eyes, annoyed by his ability to read you and sense the real tension beneath the surface. So you lied: “No.”

“Y/N,” he said your name like he knew your words weren’t true. “What’s going on?”

You hesitated for a moment, unsure if you should break the silence that you’d both been living in for weeks. Unspoken, so far--the feelings and the sex and the uncertainty of what it meant had been woven into your life and now you were about to tug the thread and see if it unraveled.

“We’ve been kidding ourselves, Harry, don’t you think?” When he tilted his head to the side, you took it as a cue to continue. “We’ve been acting like a couple and you’ve been acting like the father of my children and we can’t do that.”

His lips parted and your heart seemed to stop when he didn’t say anything. He licked his lips, hands in his pockets when he said: “okay.”

“Okay?”

An incredulous tone in your voice put him on the defense.

“What do you want me to say?” His shoulders lifted to his ears, a shake of his head when he dropped your gaze. “Living with you and spending time with the girls has been the greatest thing I’ve had all year, I mean that. But it’s your house, they’re your children. It’s your family.”

He was right, but it didn’t mean the words didn’t sting like salt in a wound when he asked: “Do you want me to move out?”

“I think that’s a good idea.”

He scoffed, upset or bothered or maybe both. “I was never trying to overstep any boundaries.”

“I know you weren’t,” you said quickly. “That’s the problem, all of this happened so naturally and you fit into our lives so well and the girls fell in love with you and I--”

You cut yourself off, clamped your mouth together as if the words would pry their way out.

“You what?”

“I don’t want them to get hurt again.”

He pointed a finger to his chest, anger on his face. “By me? You think I would do something to hurt them?”

“Not intentionally, Harry,” you let your arms flail against your sides. “But that doesn’t mean that you won’t. Their dad left, their grandfather died, and then you moved in and suddenly it’s like you’re the missing piece they never had but that’s not realistic!”

“Why not?!” He was bothered now, more emotion in his eyes when his hands went up to run through his hair.

“Because you’re you. You’re a musician. You’re recording an album and going on tour and you’re not really able to be present. You couldn’t even show up tonight!”

“I’m not Luke,” he shook his head.

“I didn’t say that.”

“Then why does it bother you that I was late? Why does that matter if I’m here now?”

“Because if you’d do it to me you’d do it to them. We don’t need to be left by another man this year.”

You didn’t mean for the words to come off so biting and harsh. He nodded slowly, chest deflated before he brought his eyes back up to you. “Fine. I can get my stuff and stay at Jeff’s.”

The shift in his demeanor felt heavy, his shoulders angled away and suddenly the magnetic pull between your chests was no longer there, like the thread had been snipped altogether and your words had been the scissors.

“I--I’m not trying to be a dick.”

“It’s fine, Y/N. I understand.”

“I just don’t want them to get hurt.”

“Or do you not want to get hurt?”

“What is that supposed to mean?”

“Forget it,” he said, a few steps towards you when his face softened. “Tell everyone I say hi. I’ll go get my things before the girls are home and I’ll be out of your hair.”

He let his arm snake around your waist, a kiss to the side of your head before you could stop him--not that you would have.

He left you there in the parking lot, alone again for the third time this year, walked out on and deserted when your eyes welled with tears. You turned on your heels to head inside, hoping that Tristan had kept things together and hoping that the champagne was still flowing.

Jeff found you first, hand on your elbow when he spotted you in the hallway near the bathroom, mascara on your cheeks when you tried to soak up tears with a folded napkin. “Hey--where have you been?”

“Harry’s moving out,” you said it quickly. “He’s going to--uh--he’ll stay at your place, I think, for now.”

He looked over his shoulder and back at the gathering behind you. “Is he here?”

“I found him in the parking lot--he left, though.”

“What happened?”

Where did you start? When was the line crossed? Was it when he started playing with the girls in the backyard? Was it when he carried CeCe up to her bed after Maeve’s sleepover? Or was it all the way back when he came to your birthday party and kissed you at the top of the stairs in an empty house?

“Nothing, it’s just time for him to move out,” you shook your head, embarrassed by the emotion streaming down your cheeks. You tried to laugh it off, shook your head and blotted your face again. Now wasn’t the time for this conversation and it certainly wasn’t the time for the tears.

“Y/N, stop. You’re letting him walk out of your life just like that?”

You looked up at him, thrown off by his question. “You don’t even know what happened. I’m fine, it’s all fine.”

“No--I don’t know, but I also know that I’ve never seen you as happy as you are with him and the girls.”

“He’s twenty-four, Jeff.”

“So what? That’s going to stop you from doing what’s right for you?”

“How is it right for me? He can’t be the type of person that Maeve and CeCe need.”

“Can he actually not be, or is the age thing getting in the way?”

“I can’t talk to you about this right now,” you pulled away from him, bothered by his strong opinions and his know-it-all attitude. Some things never changed.

“Don’t ruin something good just because you don’t know how it will end.”

You gave him the finger as you walked away, forced out a laugh and tried to flip the switch: happy, grateful, excited and ready for another glass of champagne.

He dropped it then, you left him with no choice but to follow you back out to the party. He ate mini cheesecakes before the crowd started to disperse and drove you home, a kiss on the cheek before you climbed out. Call me in the morning, he said. Translation: I hope you change your mind overnight.

Harry’s car was gone, and if you had to guess, the bed upstairs was made and the drawers were empty. His keys weren’t on the hook by the back door and when Shelli dropped off the girls and they raced inside, Maeve’s face fell.

“Where’s Harry?”

“Oh,” you hadn’t thought this far ahead, still numb from the whiplash of emotions. “He’s at Uncle Jeff’s--he’s gonna stay there from now on, I think.”

“Wait, so he moved out?”

“Harry’s gone?” CeCe asked.

“Not forever, no, no--he’s just not going to live here.”

“Why not?”

“He has to work,” you spit out quickly. “He’s busy.” What were you supposed to tell them? Mommy’s an idiot.

“Why does that mean he can’t live here?”

“Because he just can’t,” you said, a sigh when you knew the answer wasn’t good enough for Maeve. She must have sensed the emotion in your voice, though, because she didn’t push it.

“Can you bring your sister upstairs and start getting ready for bed, please?”

Shelli was at the island, quiet and observant when Maeve let out a reluctant sigh but ushered CeCe forward. They climbed in silence, and when the faucet was turned on, all bets were off.

“What on earth happened?”

“He can’t stay here, Shelli. We can’t do whatever it was we were doing.”

“Which was...”

“Pretending that he was their dad or something and me pretending that sleeping with him was normal.”

“And where does being happy factor into this nonsense equation?”

“It doesn’t.” You busied yourself at the sink, grabbed for the sponge and wiped invisible crumbs from the granite to keep your hands busy. “After Luke and my dad, I was just stupid, okay? It was poor judgment.”

She set her purse down on a stool and watched you closely. “Why does your happiness always come last, Y/N?”

“Because! My happiness doesn’t matter if the decision is stupid. Me plus Harry just doesn’t make sense!” You whispered at her, voice wrought with emotion. “He’s so young and busy and he’s in the industry and--”

“Is that what this is about?”

“Which part?”

“The industry, him being a musician.”

You waved her off like she wasn’t sniffing the truth out of you with ease. “It’s just a piece of it.”

“Y/N, just because your parents’ marriage didn’t work doesn’t mean you’re destined for the same future.”

You stopped wiping at that. “Really? Cause I’m thirty-two and already divorced.”

“But that’s because Luke is an asshole,” she reasoned, “not because of you or the girls.”

A sigh from between your lips, fervent wiping again with the tough side of the sponge, you were sure you felt something sticky. “Well, I doubt Harry would ever be the kind to settle down. That’s unrealistic. He’s famous and busy and he probably is sick of being on carpool duty anyway--probably wants to get back to snorting cocaine off of someone’s tits.”

She let out a quick laugh, shook her head. “You are really in love with him, aren’t you?”

“No,” you looked up at her again and then back at the counter. “I’m just being honest.”

“I don’t think he was ever snorting cocaine off of anyone’s anything. I might not know him as well as Jeffrey does, but, he seems pretty happy here with you three.”

“The girls loved having him here,” you said the thought aloud, it escaped into the air before you could realize Shelli didn’t need anymore ammunition.

“And did you?”

“I mean, I don’t know,” you moved back to the sink, wrung out the sponge and then turned to face her. “It was nice, I guess.”

“Well, then I guess that makes four.”

“Four what?”

“Four people who were all happy with the way things were going. Before you went and turned it upside down out of fear.”

“Okay,” you held up your hands, hoping to end the conversation. It was too late and you were tired--the final glass of champagne had your eyes heavy in the passenger seat of Jeff’s car. “I need to sleep.”

She let out a sigh and picked up her purse, moved around the counter to come and wrap her arms around you. “Don’t let your past ruin your future.”

“Goodnight,” you said sweetly, hoping that your tone would usher her out of the house and into her car, leaving you alone with your thoughts.

She laughed, called over her shoulder when she made her way for the door. “Don’t let the bed bugs bite!”

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[dameronology]

the art of self care {sam wilson x reader}

summary: after a long week at work, sam wilson waits for you at home 

warnings: language 

ok i haven’t written for sam in a LONG time so i really hope i manage to do his character justice, but this is just some very short fluff. it’s entirely self indulgent because i am currently mid-depressive episode and want nothing more than for him to HUG me but we move. enjoy :) 

- jazz xx

p.s this is spoiler free!

Sometimes, you wished that the world had a pause button. 

Just so that you could sit down and breath. Or cry. Or better, yet both. Because being an adult could be a goddamn tiring experience and wrestling a thousand different things at once was absolutely exhausting. Even though you’d pulled your weight at work all day, you’d still made a half-hearted promise to your boss to come in early on Monday, and the pile of paperwork resting in your hands as you stumbled through the front was a sign of a late night ahead. Two things which entirely sucked within themselves but only got considerably worse when paired together. It was nights like these that made you want to thank whichever god there was that somebody had invented the espresso martini. And, at least of all things, it was Friday. Thank fuck. 

As you walked up to your apartment, you were hoping and praying that Sam was already home. He’d been pulling a lot of long days lately, dealing with his tasks in the Air Force and juggling all the work that Steve Rogers had made look so effortless. You’d always been proud of Sam, but not in the way you were right now. He hadn’t just taken on the mantle that his late friend had left behind, but he’d made it his own role. His selflessness and bravery was finally being recognised, even if it took Sam a little while to see it himself. There had been a late of late nights, and a lot of conversations between the sheets about whether or not he had what it took to be Captain America. That’s when you reminded him that he wasn’t - he was still Falcon, through and through, now just with a little more responsibility. Whether he had the shield or not, everything he stood for was completely admirable and entirely fucking worthy. 

But the righteous and honourable Sam Wilson wasn’t what you needed right then - you just wanted your boyfriend. The one who gave the best hugs and made the worst coffee. The one who could serve up a six-course meal like a professional chef but always managed to burn his toast. Your Sam, and the version of him that was saved specifically for you and the little world within the four walls of your apartment.

The sound of the Friends theme gently filled the air of the flat as you stepped inside; the kitchen light was off, but the glow from television and the buildings across the street lit up the living room on the other side. Sam was completely passed out and dead to the world, clutching his phone in one hand and a beer in the other. That’s why he hadn’t answered your text earlier. Not that you were - if anything, you were quite happy to see him getting some sleep. 

You cringed slightly at the bang of the door shutting behind you. Sam stirred slightly, brown eyes fluttering open. You half expected him to groan, or let out a whine that you’d woken him. Instead he grinned, slowly holding out his arms to you. That had always been your thing -  his little signal for you to get the fuck over here so I can give you a hug. Dropping your bags to the floor beside you, you kicked off your shoes and made a bee-line for the sofa, immediately dropping into his lap. 

It was like heaven. The material of his worn old plaid shirt was soft against your skin, and he smelt ever so slightly of the after-shave that you’d brought him for Christmas last year. You buried your head in neck and let out a tiny sigh of relief, gripping onto his shirt as his arms came to tightly wrap around you. He was good at reading people, but especially you. He could always tell when you’d had the best day or the worst, just from the demeanour you held. 

‘Long day?’ He softly asked. His hand trailed down your back, gently rubbing circles. 

‘Hmm.’ You murmured. ‘Got a lotta paperwork tonight and an early start tomorrow.’

Sam did grumble then. ‘I thought you said you were going to try and take on a bit less, baby.’

‘I did say that.’ You nodded. ‘I also said that I was going to start going to the gym, and that I would teach Bucky how to use Facebook. I say a lot of things.’

His chest shook slightly with a laugh, and he held you a little closer. ‘It’s Friday. Take a night off.’

‘My boss said she wants it done by tomorrow.’ You replied. 

‘Screw what your boss says.’ Sam shot back. ‘I’ll have a word with her.’ 

‘It’s okay.’ You pressed a kiss to his jaw. ‘I can hold my own.’

‘I know.’ He gently smiled. ‘Let’s compromise - if you go in early on Monday, you take tonight off?’

‘I like that.’ You nuzzled against him. ‘An early night sounds good too.’

‘I’ve got you.’

Sam slid one arm under your leg and the other behind your back, lifting you off the sofa with ease. 

Your bedroom was only a few steps away, and though the sudden lack of contact made you pout, it quickly disappeared when the soft sheets enveloped you. The bed rarely ever got made these days, so it was a constant tangle of sheets and pillows - the perfect place to nest after a long fucking day. Sam went to work on doing the rest, shrugging off his shirt and tossing it your way without so much as a word. You pulled off your own clothes and pulled it over your head, smiling at the feeling of the soft cotton. 

The mattress dipped beside you and he threw the covers over you both. He’d clearly been ready to go to sleep for hours - it made you feel a little guilty that he’d waited up for you for so long, but the thought that he’d done so at all quickly overrode that. It was tiny things like that which screamed Sam Wilson. He’d found a way to intertwine your lives so intricately that you both slotted perfectly into each other’s daily routines. Co-existed in the best way possible and did it so peacefully. Of course, there were times when you squabbled, and nights where your shared stubborn tendencies butted heads, but when it mattered, you were a team. He had your back and you had his. 

Sam reached out to you, grabbing you by the waist and pulling you back against his chest. He always liked to sleep holding onto you; whether it was to comfort him or to protect you, you didn’t know. Probably both. Either way, you wouldn’t have changed it for the world. 

He pressed a soft kiss to the back of your head, resting his chin on your shoulder.

‘I love you.’ He quietly murmured. 

‘I love you too.’ You replied. ‘Thank you for looking after me.’

‘Thank you for letting me.’

With that, you finally shut your eyes. Falling asleep wasn’t something that usually came either for you, but that night, it didn’t take long at all. It washed over you like a faint sense of relief, tugging you away from the stress of reality and into a little world where it was just you and Sam. The only world that mattered. 

You were just about to completely dive off the edge and into a beautiful REM cycle, when Sam suddenly sat up.

‘We forgot to brush our teeth.’

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[juminsmysticmc]

Hi there, can you do a rfa+saran and V if they caught the MC while she’s watching adult videos? Thanks, your blog is great

RFA + Minor Duo catching a Mc watching Adult Videos ⚠️ HIGHLY NSFW⚠️

This is allowed to be...sexy/ smutty, right…? Cause I won’t hold back! PS. Once again I wrote this while my mom was in the room, lmao don’t get caught you all!  I didn’t expect this to become so long...

Jumin

It was late when you got the message from Jumin saying that he won’t come home.

This was the third time in a row that Jumin didn’t come home at night and even through you knew he was innocent, you just had to calm the urge for sex. You wanted Jumin’s warm hands on your body, his tongue on your skin, and voice in your ears. However, once again it didn’t happen and all that was left for you was to stop that urge yourself.

,,Lovely cat, wait outside,’’ you smiled as you closed the door and dimmed the room.

You were kind of excited.

You hadn’t done that in a long time.

You quickly typed in something smutty and searched for the longest and smuttiest video.

Earphones weren’t needed since you knew that you were alone.

The video began with a man sucking on a woman’s clit, making you wet immediately.

You wished for Jumin to do the same, just like he did the last time both of you were intimate...

,,Ough….’’ you groaned as your index finger stroked your clit in a rotating movement.

You began to pant louder and so did the woman in the video.

You wanted to feel something on your nipples, but couldn’t take your hand from your wet pussy while the other hand was holding your phone.

The video suddenly became louder and so did you.

It wouldn’t have been a problem if you were alone, but you weren’t.

Thinking that someone was in your room, Jumin opened the door, a bit scared of the outcome.

Seeing you naked on the bed, masturbating however, changed the whole situation.

,,You don’t need these videos if you have me…’’ he grunted with a smirk on his face.

Jumin loosened his tie as he approached you.

The excitement of seeing your husband horny made you even wetter. You wanted to feel him, you wanted him to tell you how good you were, and how much he loved you…

While your thoughts were going crazy, your husband took your phone out of our left hand and pushed away the right hand that was currently rubbing your clit.

His wet tongue sucked on your bundle of nerves while you almost screamed his name.

Finally you could touch your nipple and it felt so good….

,,I know that you like it, little kitty…’’ he said in a low voice, making you finally scream his name.

,,The next time you have the urge to watch these videos, call me instead or come to my office, I will make you feel even better…’’ he smiled as he kissed you, making you feel yourself.

You sighed when you finally felt your husband’s dick on your vulva.

Finally your time was coming...

Zen

,,Okay, see you later!’’ you said on the phone and cut the call.

You were a bit disappointed.

Of course you wanted to hide that in your voice, but apparently you failed.

You didn’t know yet that Zen actually planned to come home because he had a feeling that you were sad.

You weren’t sure of what to do now and so you decided to make things a bit hotter…

You quickly made a warm bath and took your laptop, putting it on the outside of the bathtub.

You quickly typed in ,,Threesome’’ and then put away your clothes and went to search for the dildo you bought a few months ago.

The sexlife between you and Zen was amazing, but right now you needed something to drive away that disappointment.

And so the video began to play.

A man began to ram his penis into a woman’s ass while a third woman began to lick the first one.

This wasn’t really your taste, but currently it made you very hot. With one hand you began to massage your breast, playing with your nipples as the other hand slowly stroked your skin.

From your abdomen down to your vulva and slowly your clit and your insides.

When things became hotter in the porn itself, your hand reached for the dildo, pushing it slowly into your pussy.

,,Ahhh….’’ you groaned as you laid your head back, slowly searching for your G-Spot.

Your eyes went back to your laptop, seeing that now the other woman was being fucked while the second one was being fingerfucked.

Just when you thought you could cum, the door suddenly opened.

,,OH MY GOD!’’ you yelled and took your hands away.

The high ride made you pant as you looked to the door.

Zen was blushing as the video kept playing with all three people in the video giving sexy sounds.

,,You’re watching this… without me… you drive me crazy,’’ he moaned and took off his shirt and pants, joining you as he grinned, his growing dick at your pussy.

You smiled as you moved your hips up, ready to feel his touch with his hands on your abdomen, wandering up to your breasts.

,,Water sex is the best,’’ he laughed as he positioned his dick at your entrance.

,,Better than drinking?’’ you asked him as your hand moved to his chest, feeling his heartbeat.

,,Much better, mhhghg…’’ he laughed as he got aroused even more at your wet touch.

He pushed himself into you and felt your walls vibrating. The water was splashing all over the floor as he kept ramming into you, his fingers now in your mouth as you began to moan louder and louder.

,,You feel so good...mhhh. Thank God I came home,’’ he laughed and kissed you, making you orgasm a few seconds later.

Yoosung

Yoosung may have seemed innocent and cute, but this boy did things in bed you never would expect to experience.

Indeed, even through at first it was something embarassing, with time, you and Yoosung enjoyed your sex more also as a kind of activity.

But still, sometimes you simply needed time for yourself and your body, just like today.

It was just perfect that he had to work till late and so you put on your headphones as you sat on your comfortable couch.

Your fingers quickly opened Google where you began to surf privately and search for a good video.

It was a roleplay one.

It began with the man licking the woman’s breasts and so your hands moved up to massage your nipples.

,,Mhh…’’ you moaned as you could see in the video how the man stroked the woman’s wet pussy.

,,Yoosung… I need you…’’ you whispered as you wished for his touch.

Your hand slowly wandered down below your panties and began to stroke your cunt.

You were so wet.

You began to hold the phone stronger as you saw how the man quickly began to fuck the woman in the video.

,,I need to massage my nipples again…’’ you gasped when suddenly someone touched the pink nipples.

,,AHH-’’ you gasped in fear and ecstasy as the touch made you even wetter.

,,It’s me,’’ Yoosung groaned into your ear as he kept playing with them, his fingers around them twisting them around.

You could hear how he unzipped his jeans and was apparently stroking himself behind the couch.

You moaned again as you finally entered yourself, just the imagination making you shiver.

,,Let’s come together,  dirty girl,’’ he laughed as you indeed felt your walls vibrate.

You rested your head on the couch as you looked Yoosung over you, he also breathed as he came on your couch.

,,Should we watch together…?’’ he asked you and laughed when he saw you nodding.

Quickly, the blonde man walked around the couch and you could see his penis moving with every step.

Your husband took your phone as he connected the video on the TV so that it was much bigger on screen.

One of his hands was around his sex while the other one was resting on your pussy.

A new video began with a woman doing a blowjob.

The wet sounds from the video mixed together with your sounds as Yoosung began to play with your pussy and his two fingers, making you breathe harder and quicker.

,,Yoosung~’’ you whined and massaged your tits with both hands.

That was when he let go of his dick and got on his knee, ready to eat you out.

You could see how the man began to come on the woman’s face and so did you, riding your orgasm as Yoosung licked you up.

,,We should do this regularly,’’ he laughed as he began to touch himself again...

Jaehee

It was a Monday afternoon when Jaehee came back from grocery shopping.

Your store was closed on mondays so this was the day the both of you usually used to do some private stuff, like visit a doctor or go shopping.

Well, as for you, you felt hot ever since Jaehee left the shared bed this morning and at some point you couldn’t handle it anymore and just began to watch an adult video.

It was, to be honest, your favorite video.

Two women on the bed, a strap between them as the one over the blonde woman moved her hips, making the woman below moan.

Her nipples were touched and licked, kisses flew, and both of them touched each other.

You wished for Jaehee to watch it with you so much but you knew that this wasn’t the kind of thing she liked.

You even thought that she was too embarrassed to watch these kinds of things with you and so you never asked her. Instead, you did these kinds of things on your own, digging your fingers deep into your pulsing pussy.

,,Ahh...mhhh….ouhhh…’’ you gasped for air, just like they did in the video.

What you didn’t know was that Jaehee stood behind the door, her eyes never left your body as she saw and heard what you were doing.

Her hands eventually ended up in her pants too as you almost reached your orgasm with a video.

She felt embarrassed, but at the same time so good….

Suddenly, Jaehee began to groan too after you moaned, making you notice that there was someone else in the apartment.

,,Jaehee...come in~~’’ you grinned and gasped.

A red flushed Jaehee entered the room.

Her fingers were wet.

,,Come here,’’ you smiled and waited until she reached you to start another porn, this time she was stroking your clit and you finger fucking her slippery pussy.

,,I never thought you would do this with me,’’ you laughed as you watched her spread her legs even wider, turning red.

,,Me neither…’’ she mumbled and groaned.

You moaned and looked over to the video playing. One woman was riding her girlfriend’s face.

Suddenly you felt Jaehee’s wet lips around your nipples, making you gasp for air.

Her fingers also reached your G-Spot, making you scream even louder.

Your girlfriend laughed as she pulled away her fingers and instead rubbed her pussy against yours.

,,Jaehee, I can feel how wet you are,’’ you laughed and came up, now sitting on the bed.

You tried to ride on the bed while she sat on you, feeling that your orgasm was near.

Jaehee pushed her lips on you while her hands played with your tits, your hands on her back, trying to pull her even stronger to you.

,,I want you to come,’’ you laughed, the video was still playing beside the both of you, but you guys were even louder.

,,Let’s come together, ahhh…’’ Jaehee whined and threw her head back as she felt coming with you…

Saeyoung

Even though you tried your best hiding that you were sometimes rubbing yourself with such videos, Saeyoung found out as soon as he opened your internet logs.

He could see everything you searched for and could see everything you opened, noticing that you had an oral fetish.

And so, Saeyoung decided that he wanted to catch you doing it.

However, it took you a bit until you felt the warm feeling between your legs because your husband never let you go somewhere or even go to bed with horny feelings… But finally, what he was waiting for happened. As soon as he noticed in the middle of the night that you opened a new Internet page and went on private searching, he slowly walked over to the room you were currently staying in.

He saw how you pulled your pants down as your hands slowly wandered down to your sex. You immediately began to pant as your finger touched your wetness between your legs.

Your finacé, however, soon enough noticed how hard it was too watch you watching a porn on your own or to even listen to the moans from your screen and see you get aroused as another man had sex in the video.

He decided to just enter the room. It was something that made you shriek crazily.

,,Let me join you, or, let’s do one on our own!’’ he laughed and approached you, opening his phone and beginning to video tape him eating out your beautiful pink pussy.

You gasped as you put your own phone next to you on the pillow.

Saeyoung gave you his phone while you recorded him with trembling hands.

His hands slowly wandered down your body and then went down again, just to move into your sex as you were eaten out.

You gasped louder when he apparently reached your favorite spot. However, he left you like that on your hard drive and instead flipped you over.

,,Ah, Saeyoung...mhh…’’ you moaned as he positioned your ass a bit higher and began now to eat you out from behind, touching your tits as you supported yourself on the bed.

,,Please… enter me now…  I need you….’’ you whined and in the next moment heard him thrusting himself into you, grunting as his fingers dug into your skin.

You began to groan louder as he hit your butt cheeks.

,,You’re not videotaping me anymore,’’ he laughed and kissed your back, wandered up and down on your skin.

,,I can’t…’’ you whined and began to fingerfuck yourself.

,,You’re so good…’’ he laughed when he finally came into you….

Saeran

To be honest, it wasn’t the first time that Saeran saw you touching yourself to some videos.

He just never approached you while doing anything since he was scared that he would bug you.

Even worse, was his fear for not being good enough that you had to touch yourself.

But today, it was different.

The video played as you moaned in your bedroom, your body naked on the sheets as your legs were opened widely while you watched the sexy video.

,,Ahhh..oh dear…’’ you laughed as you almost came again.

You didn’t know that today, Saeran too observed and touched himself.

His hand moved quicker when he noticed your gasps and suddenly he whimpered, making you look straight into his eyes from the little space that was left between door and wall..

,,Wanna join…?’’ you asked him as you moaned loudly, the video ended and another was loading, it began with moanings sounds right away, making your heart beat quicker, and Saeran apparently felt the same.

And so he shyly nodded and slowly approached you, beginning to kiss you. You turned the phone so that he could watch it too and quickly his dick grew harder.

,,Why do you keep watching this…?’’ he asked you.

,,Don’t know…’’ you mumbled embarrassed and began to stoke him, making his dick twitch.

The man in the video was penetrating another man, Saeran watched the video as you again began to gasp for air.

At some point you somehow took his hand and placed it between your warm legs.

Saeran grew red again as his fingers slowly began to dig into you, feeling your walls pulling him deeper inside.

,,You...you react so well to it…’’ he commented.

,,Just because you’re here too…’’ you told him and took your hand away from his dick to massage your breast.

Saeran kept watching the video, and even though a man was doing a blowjob on another, he dared to ask you if he could eat you out.

You nodded in excitement, you couldn’t await until his hot lips touched your wet spot.

,,Agh…, Saeran… you’re doing it so well…’’ you smiled down at him as he pushed his tongue deeper inside.

He slowly began to enjoy the feeling and decided to become just like in the videos, a little bit braver.

You moved your hips up and down and suddenly you felt that his hand was on your butt, massaging you from behind.

You also enjoyed this kind of touch.

The video ended and another played again, Saeran shortly looked up to check what was coming now.

,,You know, that you are just good the way you are…?’’ you asked him and smiled, as you gasped again.

He nodded and placed himself behind your asshole, pumping his dick inside of you.

You screamed his name louder as you felt your body react to it.

His fingers kept playing with your pussy as he felt something coming, his orgasm.

You were also high on your orgasm and at some point just collapsed on the bed, panting loud and happily.

,,I should begin to watch them too…’’ he smiled and laid down next to you, kissing your lips as you slowly closed your eyes.

Jihyun

The face Jihyun made was the best when he heard and saw what you were doing.

He observed every movement of yours, your body covered in sweat on his chair as you watched a porn video on his laptop.

Your legs were opened widely and you were in a strange position, which made it possible for him to see your pussy, drenched in cum as you already did it for the second time.

From his laptop, odd panting and wet sounds were coming out. Apparently they made you feel even better, because you just looked like you looked when he did a love act with you.

The mint haired boy quickly took his camera and began to videotape you as you watched the porn with a look in your eyes he never saw. Was it passion? Or was it just your horny eyes as you watched a couple having sex on the beach?

Without him expecting it, when you suddenly reached your G-Spot, he groaned too, making you take away all your hands when you noticed that you weren’t alone anymore.

Quickly, since it was getting fired up, Jihyun entered the room, in his hands still on the video camera where he filmed what you were doing just a few moments ago.

,,You didn’t ask me for my consent,’’ you said as you watched what he was doing.

,,Sorry… I… I couldn’t miss it,’’ he confessed, turning red. But not just his face changed, in his pants something too changed, and you were the cause of it.

,,Come closer and get your punishment, bad boy,’’ you smiled and made him put the camera on the drawer so it could see you both.

In the porn, the woman was sitting on a chair while the man fucked her while standing.

Jihyun quickly understood that you wanted him to do the same, and so he quickly got rid of the clothes he was wearing and placed himself in front of your entrance, riding you on his chair.

You were holding your legs open widely as he pushed himself deeper into you.

The chair moved on it’s own, making Jihyun hold the chair behind you so that you wouldn’t fall.

,,Oh… you are… so fucking good~oh my god, mhhh yeah…!’’ you giggled and moaned, rolling your eyes.

He softly began to bite your nipples and looked to his laptop to check if the man was also still riding the woman.

But by now they changed position in the video and the man was fuckin the woman against the wall.

Without thinking, Jihyun took your naked body in his arms and pushed you against a wall. He then rammed himself into you, your legs around his body as he supported you with his hands on your ass.

You began to kiss his neck and gave him a hickey, but Jihyun didn’t care. All he wanted to achieve right now was making you cum on his swollen dick…

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[0littlestwolf0]

Poisoned Appletini

Yandere! Eddie Longo

Ship: Yan!Eddie Longo x Reader

Warnings: kidnapping, adultered drink, stalking, yandere-ish behavior

Requested by: @tomriddlessecretvampiredemigod

Don’t be out alone at night.

Be vigilant at all times.

And never accept any free drink that wasn’t sealed.

Those were three rules (out of many) to survive life as a woman. Three rules your parents, authorities, and society in general had told you over and over again until it was engraved in your brain.

And yet you forgot to put the words into action.

To be fair, you had had a very stressful couple of weeks beforehand, having to wake up extra early every morning to get ready for an awful day surrounded by people you didn’t like telling you how to do your job.

So, in the midst of all that havoc you found a little routine that made life just a tiny bit more bearable.

Every Monday and every Friday at precisely 9:00pm you’d stop by that club everyone you knew kept talking about, you’d order an Old Fashioned and look closely as it was being made while talking about nothing with that cute bartender whose shift you apparently always seemed to catch.

Those talks usually consisted on nothing of real importance, making fun of people who seemed to be way too drunk, creating interesting stories about strangers the other picked, and what you had considered harmless flirting.

It was anything but harmless.

This Friday had been way too chaotic to put much mind on anything else, you had gone with your usual routine until it seemingly out of nowhere became too much. You couldn’t even glance at your coworkers without feeling the urge to yell at every single one of them.

Your boss was no exception, and when that jerk started yelling at you instead for arriving a minute late after lunch you just couldn’t take it anymore, wouldn’t take it anymore. Honestly, if you tried recalling that moment you’d most likely see something similar to an out of body experience.

The way you almost weren’t in control when your arm threw your water at your boss, and then how your lips moved almost out of your control telling him where he could stick his stupid minute. And then a silent ride to the club in which you were now drinking your usual.

Eddie listened to your every word as you recounted your day, his eyebrows going up and down as your story progressed, every time more and more engrossed in the sound of your voice, his whole body leaning ever so slightly in your direction from the other side of the counter.

As you finished he had drummed his fingers against the polished wood and smiled “You know what this means, right?” He had the widest smile.

His excitement made you laugh

“What?” You asked fully leaning in the counter

He turned around and kept moving around under your curious glance, blocking your view of whatever he was doing, dodging your every question with soft laughter and a couple “you just wait”

And then he placed a green drink in front of you.

It looked and smelt pretty good, you realized. It even had a slice of fruit decorating it, you rose a brow at him.

“It’s a special Appletini, on the house” he explained “A congratulations on starting your new life” he added with a strange smile, one you mistakenly thought nothing of as you began downing the liquid.

It almost tasted like apple, there was something else in there though, something that made everything bitter-y but since you’d never had one before you just figured that was how it was supposed to be.

A couple seconds later you began feeling dizzy, it must’ve been a strong drink, stronger than anything you were used to, you tried to look at Eddie and ask for water, but your head was just too heavy, and so was the rest of your body, it made you stumble out of the stool you had been sitting on.

“You okay?” His question only dimly registered in your brain, but you managed to shake your head regardless.

He wasted on time on getting to your side, his hands taking a hold of both your arms as he directed you outside “I’m taking you home” was all he’d say, and you tried to reply, you really did try to tell him that you’d never told him where you lived, he must’ve been confusing you with someone else.

You can’t remember much more afterwards, only waking up with a pounding head and Eddie offering you water. You tried to scream but your body was too weak to do anything but drink water and stay in bed for the next couple of days, he didn’t even bother tying you up knowing how it would take you a while to take full autonomy of your body.

The second you heard his car taking off you’d try to move some and some more, at first your body had been too heavy, then too weak or clumsy, but sooner than he had expected you were able to move, still putting on a facade of a slow healing in front of him.

And then, one night after he’d left you got up as fast as you could and bolted to the door, which of course was locked, then you looked at a couple of windows until you found one whose lock was so old and worn out even you in your weakened state could break.

You jumped before taking a good measured look outside and began trying to run, but he had been heading back, unfortunately for you he had forgotten his wallet, and he caught you exactly like a deer on the headlights.

Your legs were much too weak to run faster than him, and in no time he had you back in the house that looked even weaker than you.

He wasn’t yelling though, not even raising his voice, but he had you wrapped so tightly in his arms it was hurting you as you tried to squirm away. Something you had noticed about him is that he rarely got mad at you, not being able to talk the last couple of days he had gone on and on about the beautiful life the two of you would share.

Making comments about whether or not he wanted children and deciding it would be up to you, but you only wanted to yell at his face and maybe spit in his direction and then run the other way.

But now he was silent, he’d never been this silent before, he let you loose momentarily as he turned around to lock the door and you tried to hit him square in the chest, I say try because it ended up being more of a slap than anything, but it took his attention back to you regardless, his eyes clouded and his breath going in and out in puffs.

The sight made you shiver and your instincts forced you to run the other way, but he grabbed your arm and twisted it in a very painful angle behind you as he forced you to walk to the bedroom he had had you imprisoned in.

“You are not leaving me” he said only once, twisting it even further with every poisoned word.

You were crying out of an ungodly combination of fear and pain “You’re hurting me!” You cried

He spun you around and forced your back against the wall getting close inside your personal space “You hurt me first” he declared with his whole face going red “pulling out of nowhere that running away shit! What the hell were you thinking! Fuck!” Every word he said made him angrier “After everything I’ve done for you?”

“You kidnapped me!” He slapped you as soon as the words left your mouth, and then he forced you to face him with a steel grip on your chin.

“I saved you!” Was his only reply “And you are never leaving me”

#tell me a story #Eddie Longo x reader #paul wesley #paul wesley x reader #yandere paul wesley #yandere eddie longo

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Curriculum Vitae: Chapter Fifteen

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curriculum vitae noun cur·ric·u·la vi·tae Latin. the course of one’s life.

Pairing: Javier Peña x Reader (fem; no y/n)

Word Count: 7.0k

Rated: E  | Warnings: NSFW – explicit sexual content, sex, public sex, oral sex (female receiving), cumplay, dirty talk. Mentions of alcohol. Mild language. 18+ only.

Chapter Summary: In this chapter, you and Javier attend the holiday party for the social sciences’ faculty.

A/N: I really risked it all for y’all just to login and post this. I still haven’t seen the finale so I’m going to drop this and run but I’d love to know what you think. I hope this chapter makes the extra-long wait worth it.

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… . …

Chapter Fifteen

Unsurprisingly, things were tense the next morning

Javier was up before you but that wasn’t out of the ordinary. Although considering it was a quarter past seven you wondered how much sleep the man could’ve gotten. What was surprising was that you woke alone.

Then you ate breakfast together in silence. Moved about your 400 square foot studio in silence. Worked across the dining table grading papers in silence.

Javier was never an overly talkative person but that was unlike him. It was unlike the two of you. You knew there were things from his past that troubled him. Things you couldn’t even begin to imagine. The longer you’d known him, the more time you spent together, the more you felt his sadness. But he seemed determined to hide it from you.

However, you couldn’t dwell on it. Not until you’d finished grading exams and assigned final grades and could put the fall quarter behind you. With a Monday deadline, work came first.

Eventually, Javier finished his grading. He gathered his things to go home and dress for the faculty party that evening, leaving you with just a kiss on your cheek and a promise to pick you up at six. You hummed noncommittally as you watched him leave.

Sunny whined at the closed door before looking over her shoulder at you with a silent question in her wide brown eyes. “I don’t know what’s wrong either,” you answered with a shrug. She laid down where she was, head on her paws and a rather sad expression of her face.

… . …

By some miracle, you were able to focus long enough to finish your grading with enough time to spare to get ready for a night out. At 5:58 you walked out of your building into the dark evening and found Javier waiting for you at the bottom of the stoop. It was a chilly night and you pulled your wool coat tighter around you as you closed the last bit of distance between the two of you. For the first time that day, as he held his hand out to you, he smiled. It was nothing more than a slight pull at the corner of his lips, but it was something.

You took his hand and let him lead you toward his car. When he reached into his coat pocket, presumably in search of his keys, he pulled out a half-finished pack of Nicorette. He tossed it in a nearby trash can.

“Why did you do that?” you asked without thinking.

He shrugged as he unlocked the car and opened the passenger door for you. “I don’t need it.”

You made no move to get in. “I thought you were trying to quit.”

“I… I did.”

“Really?” you asked, not bothering to hide your excitement.

“I haven’t needed it for a couple of weeks now actually.”

 “Javi, that’s amazing,” you smiled as you brought him to you for a kiss by the lapels of his coat. “I’m so proud of you.”

 He chuckled, shaking his head. “You’re proud of me?”

 “Yeah,” you said easily. He still didn’t seem to believe you. You continued tentatively, afraid you might say the wrong thing but needing to say something all the same. “Sometimes I just– I feel like I don’t actually know that much about you. Or, I should say, about your past. And I don’t need to know anything more than what you want to tell me,” you added quickly. “But I see you. I see you trying to be a better man. Everyday.” Your hands moved on their own accord to cup his freshly shaved cheeks. “I’m proud of you. Even if you think it’s silly.”

“I–” Javier opened his mouth to speak, but he couldn’t manage more than that single syllable.

Instead, he stared at you. You might’ve crossed some unspoken line, but you didn’t care. You’d meant everything that you said. His eyes shifted away as he stared at something past you for a drawn-out moment. “Come here,” he finally managed, and he pulled you into his embrace. The two of you held each other in the middle of the sidewalk, letting the few people out and about walk around you. “You’re too good for me, compañera.”

“I know,” you teased, trying to lighten the mood. His fingers dug into your sides and you laughed. “Are we going to talk about what happened last night?”

He sighed heavily. “I’d rather have one good night with you before I leave. I’m not going to see you for more than two weeks.”

Deciding not to question it, you put it out of your mind. Maybe what happened was a one off. Still, you pulled back and scowled at him. “Then stop being such a….”

“An asshole?”

“Exactly.”

He huffed a laugh and rolled his eyes but nodded his agreement. “I’m sorry,” he mumbled as he pressed a kiss to your temple.

“You gonna make it up to me?”

 “Yeah. Yeah, I’ve got plans for you tonight.”

A chill shot down your spine at the insinuation. “Good,” you smirked, “so do I.”

… . …

The country club was only a short drive past the university and up into the hills amongst rows of gated mansions. Slipping out of the car before the valet approached, you darted in ahead of Javier. The bubble that the two of you were living in still didn’t extend to work, not entirely. Not beyond fucking in your offices and occasionally brushing hands under the table at faculty meetings.

Inside, the already gilded ballroom was draped in silver and gold holiday decorations from ceiling to floor. Every inch sparkled and shone in the chandelier light. Your colleagues from across the school of social sciences crowed the hall, all dressed to the nines with glasses of champagne and hors-d’œuvre topped with caviar in their hands.

You politely made your rounds before you found yourself conversing with Debra by the bar as you waited for a cocktail. She was her usual gossipy self, going on and on about the latest office drama. That was when you first spotted Javier amongst the crowd.

He wore a well-fitted black suit – one that was significantly more flattering than some of his older ones and you idly wondered if it was new – with a white shirt, forgoing a tie so that his tanned chest was still exposed, even on a winter night. His dark hair was styled just enough to keep it off his face. Even from across the room, you could see the glimmer in his warm brown eyes as he chatted away with someone. You were surprised when he walked right up to Rafael Garcia, one of the younger professors from the political science department. You watched as they shook hands and he was introduced to his wife, noting the genuine smile on his face.

“We just started seeing each other a couple of weeks ago but it’s going well so far. I really like him.” Deb’s voice brought you back to the present.

“That’s nice,” you replied absentmindedly.

“What about you, doc?”

“What? Oh, no. I don’t have time for something like that.” You waved her off, but your eyes still followed Javier across the room. You tried to ignore the heat pooling in your stomach.

“That’s a shame.” Debra looked out at the crowd and sighed. “He never flirts with me. Not anymore, at least.”

“Your new boyfriend?”

“No,” she laughed and smacked your shoulder playfully. “Javier,” she answered, lowering her voice.

You couldn’t help but roll your eyes. Although you hoped it wasn’t that obvious who you’d been looking at. “You say that like it’s a bad thing. And don’t you have a boyfriend?”

“Sure, but Javier was always fun to flirt with. It certainly made work more interesting. You know,” she took a sip of her martini, “the two of you seem awfully friendly lately. I thought you hated him.”

“I do,” you answered quickly.

“Well, don’t let Dr. Campbell hear you speak ill about his favorite lecturer.” She raised her brows over her class as the department chair approached the two of you. You stifled a sigh.

… . …

Javier sipped at his drink as he listened to Sofia Garcia regal him with the story of how she met her husband. He’d hardly spoken to the man before than night, but after five minutes with his loquacious wife, he felt like he knew his whole life story.

“I played on the Mexican women’s national team for a few years after college until I injured my knee. But it was a blessing. I was offered a coaching position here a week later and by the end of my first season we were engaged.” She held up her left hand where a modest diamond sat on her ring finger. “That was nearly fifteen years ago. Now he’s the only one who plays soccer.”

“Yeah,” Rafael scoffed, “I play in an adult league with my cousin and some old college friends. That hardly counts. She’s the real athlete.” He looked fondly on his wife who beamed back at him. Even Javier had to admit they made a handsome couple. And it had nothing to do with his expensive looking suit or her champagne dress. It was something about the way they looked at each other. they were easily better conversationalists than most of the people in that room. You weren’t kidding when you said academics only knew how to talk about journal articles and research funding. “You ever play, Peña? We’re actually looking for one more.”

Javier shook his head. “I played when I was a kid but that was a long fucking time ago.”

“Don’t worry, man, it’s not that serious. We drink the whole game. All you gotta do is pay for the keg when it’s your turn.”

Javier laughed, surprised by his answer. “I could get on board with that.”

The conversation moved on, but Javier was only half aware of whatever question he was being asked. Just over Rafael’s shoulder, he caught sight of you. With a red dress with thin straps draped across your form that left everything and nothing to the imagination, you looked… alluring.

“Hey, uh, you look like you could use a refill,” Rafael commented, pointing toward the bar where you were standing.

“Yeah,” Javier nodded, “I’ll catch you later. Nice meeting you, Sofia.”

“I hope to see you around, Javier.” She smiled kindly at him, but Javier was already on the move, swiftly cutting through the crowd as he contemplated the ways that he could get you alone.

“Whiskey. Dry,” he ordered, leaning against the bar next to you.

“How are you enjoying the evening, Professor Peña?” Debra simpered.

“Much better now that I’m talking to you lovely ladies,” he answered without missing a beat.

On cue, Debra’s whole face flushed bright red.

“I’ll have you know I’m spoken for now. Your charm won’t work on me anymore.”

“That’s too bad.” His eyes slid to you. And then up and down your body. “What about you, sweetheart?” He offered you the perfect set up on a silver platter. And you took it.

“Not in your wildest dreams, Peña,” you shot back. His lips quirked as he repressed a smile.

“Don’t you two ever get tired of antagonizing each other?” Debra scoffed before traipsing off. He was hoping that would work.

The bartender placed Javier’s drink on the counter and then he turned back to you, still admiring your dress. Now that he was near you, he noticed the fabric was a soft red velvet he wanted nothing more than to get his hands on.

“You looked like you were enjoying your conversation with Rafael.”

“He does some interesting work on South American politics,” he offered distractedly, his eyes snapped back up to yours. “I probably shouldn’t ask you to dance.”

You reeled back a little, as if the question surprised you. “Probably not. That might ruin the whole facade of me hating you.” He made a sour face as he looked at his glass in his hand, swirling the amber liquid a few times. “I wouldn’t have taken you for the dancing type, Javi.”

He grinned. “I love dancing.”

“You never take me dancing.”

“Fucking shame. I’m gonna start.” You beamed at him, uncaring, just for a moment, who saw. It was a smile nothing short of dazzling. He took a step closer. “You look stunning.”

“You drove me here.”

“I thought you were stunning then too. But you were wearing a coat and I didn’t get to see this.” He ran the back of his knuckles down the fabric of your dress just over that sensitive spot on your side he liked so much. “You were right. This is definitely worth it.”

“What if I told you there’s more,” you said unaffectedly, feigning interest in your empty glass. The mischievous look in your eyes when they met his confused expression gave you away. Gently, you brought his hand to your thigh, just under the hem of your dress, and his fingers instantly hooked around the strap of the garter belt holding your sheer stockings in place.

“Holy fuck,” he whispered. “Are you trying to kill me?”

“What a way to go,” you cooed. His hand traveled up the strap to the apex of your thighs where he found little more than a thin piece of lace below the belt. “Careful,” you warned him, pushing his hand away.

Turning so that his body pinned you between him and the bar top and shielded you from the rest of your colleagues, he grasped your hand and brought it to the front of his pants “Can you feel what you do to me?” he said against the shell of your ear.

“That’s what I was hoping for.” Your smile was absolutely wicked.

“Do you have any idea how fucking hard it is not to kiss you right now?”

“Yes.” You squeezed him through his trousers. Javier might’ve looked remarkably calm, but he knew you felt his reaction. He steeled himself as he finished his drink and set the glass on the counter behind you.

“Follow me.”

… . …

Keeping a few steps behind him, you followed Javier back to the front of the club. You assumed he was leading you out to the car but apparently, he had something else in mind. He swung open the door to the coat check, since abandoned by the clerk now that all the guests had arrived and the party was in full swing. With some idea of what he had in mind, you hoped no one was inclined to leave early.

His mouth was on yours in an instant and as soon as the door was shut, you were pressed up against it.

“The coat closet at the holiday work party?” you asked in between fevered kisses. “Isn’t that a little cliché?”

“Honey,” he murmured against your neck as his lips moved lower and lower, “I know for a fact it turns you on when we fuck in public.”

His hand slipped underneath your dress again, following the same path as earlier, and he pressed his fingers against the lace covering your cunt, now soaked with your arousal. He pulled away to raise a brow at you, daring you to contradict him.

Instead, you palmed him again, finding him harder than before. “I’m not the only one,” you shot back. With your eyes locked on his, you dropped to your knees to loosen his belt and unbutton his trousers. Then you leaned forward to slowly pull the zip down – with your teeth.

“Fuck me” he gasped around a ragged exhale, his hips automatically bucking toward you. He watched you, wide-eyed and slack-jawed, before he hauled you to your feet with a hand on either arm. “Fucking dirty girl.”

“Wanna be your dirty girl, Javi,” you sighed, batting your lashes at him. You wanted him unraveled and unrestrained.

“Yeah?” he asked with a hint of excitement in his voice, and you nodded, satisfied with the response you’d gotten from him. Before you realized what he was doing, he spun you around and hiked your skirt up over your ass, letting it bunch around your waist.

“Hey, be careful. This dress is vintage.”

He just laughed against your ear. “You should’ve thought of that before you started this.” With one hand on your hip to hold you up, he kicked each of your ankles to prompt you to spread your legs before hooking a finger under the band of your thong and sliding them to the side. “Damn,” he growled when his fingers met your wet cunt. “I think you’re ready for me.”

“I was ready for you the moment I saw you tonight,” you answered truthfully.  

You felt his grin as he kissed the nape of your neck. He freed his cock and ran the tip through your folds. You knew better than to tell him not to tease you. That was part of it. That was what he enjoyed. He wanted you so strung out by the time he slipped inside you that you were already a mess and he knew just how to get you there. And that was exactly where you wanted to go.

He started to press inside you, slowly stretching you around him with each inch, and you delighted in the slight burn. Usually, he spent more time preparing you, but there was no time for that. Not when you were just hoping to finish fucking each other before someone came to collect their belongings.

You were wet and ready for him, but you were unable to stop the yelp that escaped you as he pushed in a little further.

“Quiet,” he snapped. Then, softly, he asked, “are you okay?”

You nodded. “It just takes a minute sometimes. You’re so big, Javi.” You felt him twitch inside you.

“You take me so well. This cunt was made for me.” Your ego burned bright at his praise and he slid in a bit more as you relaxed around him.

He held you, gently caressing you while you adjusted in what you assumed was a merciful act of patience. When you were ready, you rolled your hips to encourage him.

“Keep – shit – keep doing that. Feels so good on my dick.” You could imagine the debauched look on his face. You reveled in it even though you couldn’t see him. He reached around you to cup your pussy, fingers rubbing against your clit and following your movements as you circled your hips. You moaned in unison.

But it wasn’t enough. Not for you. Not for Javier.

“Hold on to something.”

His warning came just a moment too late. With a gasp, you fell forward clawing at the coats in front of you and fisting an expensive looking black peacoat in hopes of staying upright as he set a brutal pace. “Oh, fuck yes!” you whined.

“Are you even trying to stay quiet?” Javier hissed.

“Yes,” you replied weakly.

“Fucking liar.” You heard the smirk.

The hand playing with your clit moved to your mouth and he slipped two fingers past your lips. It effectively muffled your noises of pleasure as he pulled you down hard on his cock with every thrust. The only sound was the wet noise of him sliding in and out of your slick cunt and the slap of your stocking-covered thighs as they bounced against his. You felt that delicious pressure deep in your belly, right between your thighs, building steadily.

Until you heard a noise just outside the door and the two of you froze.

Without pulling out of you, Javier held you to his chest. As if that would somehow help. You could feel his heart beating against your back just as your own threatened to break through your ribs. Two sets of wide eyes watched the doorknob, waiting for any sign that someone on the other side was about to turn it. You held your breath as you listened carefully to the low voices murmuring, unable to tell who they belonged to or what they were saying. It was like they were hovering just outside the door. Taunting you.

Just as you were about to suggest redressing and making a run for it, Javier started moving in and out of you as a torturously slow pace. Despite the voices nearby, a small whimper escaped you. He shushed you gently. “Quiet, baby,” he whispered.

“But–”

“You wanted this.”

“Javi­–”

“You wouldn’t have worn this” –he fingered the garter belt– “if you didn’t want to end up just like this.”

He was right, of course.

“What if–”

“I’m not going to let that happen.” You had no idea what he thought he was going to do if someone did catch the two of you, but he seemed confident enough for the both of you. Coupled with the easy rock of his hips, you relaxed into his hold. The truth was, as much as you liked the freedom of your home, you missed this. This thrill that you trusted only him to give you.

As soon as the conversation faded away, he resumed his previous pace, punching the air right out of your lungs.

“Yes! Don’t stop, don’t stop, don’t stop,” you chanted, forgetting the precarious situation you were in only moments ago. The coil in your belly tightened as you neared your crest, and you could tell by his less than precise movements that Javier just as close. And then, right as you were about to fall apart on his cock–

Javier pulled out and spun you back around in one swift movement. Before you even knew what was happening, he yanked down your panties and came all over you. Jaw dropping, you watched him work his length until every last drop was on you. White spurts of cum marked you and pooled in the black lace, already dripping down your thighs to the tops of your stockings. You placed a hand on either of his shoulders to steady yourself as your legs threatened to give out under you and stared down at the mess. Somehow, you were more turned on than before. You felt like you would actually combust from arousal. He held your panties in place for a moment, admiring his work, before letting the elastic snap against your skin and drawing your attention upward.

His breaths were jagged, stuttering and uneven. His head tilted back, and he looked down his nose at you with dark eyes that shone with something feral. Something sacrilegious. He was flushed and panting but a smirk tugged on his lips as he tucked his cock away and belted his pants. “You said you wanted to be my dirty girl.”

You swore you could feel your last brain cell short-circuiting. You were hyperaware of the errant drop sliding down your thighs, but you couldn’t look away from him. “Always,” you promised quietly.

You kissed him with everything you had. Javier took it greedily.

“You’re so good for me. Letting me cum all over you,” he said breathlessly, still kissing you. “I want you to keep it all in your panties so that while you’re out there talking to those pretentious professors you can feel my cum between your legs. Okay?” You nodded and he graciously straightened your dress, letting it fall over your messy thighs. “You first.”

“But I didn’t–”

“Only good girls get to cum,” he replied quickly, apparently knowing exactly what you were going to say.

“Javi,” you scolded breathlessly and pointlessly, “I– I am your good girl.”

“Not tonight. You can’t keep quiet. Do you want everyone we work with to know I’m fucking you in this god damn coat closet?” You shook your head. “Don’t worry, honey, this was just foreplay. I’m not done with you yet. Tonight, I’m gonna make you cum so fucking hard you’re screaming my name at the top of your lungs. I can’t do that here, but I can get you ready.”

Your head buzzed.

Some filthy part of you liked that he’d cum all over you. That he wanted to do that to you. You didn’t even need to cum because it’d felt that good. And you knew by the look in his eyes that he planned on making up for leaving you wanting, for making a mess of you. You instinctively understood that this was part of it. That even greater pleasure waited for you if you could just be patient and... and trust him. And you did trust him. You knew he would take care of you.  

If this was going to be your last night together for weeks — after hardly spending a night apart the last month and a half — then this was just the start.

“Okay,” you agreed. “But you’re a fucking tease, Javier Peña.”

He laughed with genuine mirth in his eyes. “You started it.”

“I’ll finish it,” you promised.

“I’m looking forward to that.”

You hesitated, teasing your bottom lip with your teeth. “Do we really have to go back out there?”

“It would be rude to leave so early.” You knew he didn’t care about staying. He was just tormenting you, playing a fucked-up game that had your head spinning like crazy. “But don’t worry. Eventually, I’ll take you home and fill you up. Just the way you like it. Now be a good girl” he said with a swat on your ass, “and go out first.”

Feeling defiant, you turned around and planted a kiss on his neck, purposefully leaving a smudge of red lipstick on his crisp white collar.

“Are you trying to get me in trouble?”

“Maybe I do want everyone to know your mine.”

He wiped away the lipstick he smeared when he stuck his fingers in your mouth with the pad of his thumb. “You know. That’s all I care about.”

… . …

The two of you didn’t make it another hour. Fifty-two minutes to be exact. Javier knew because he kept checking his watch only to decide that time had crept to a halt. He wanted nothing more than to take you home and finish what he’d started. Every time he glanced at you across the room, he found you squirming as you tried to keep a straight face while chatting with some colleague, and he had to look away and recompose himself.

It hadn’t been his intention to leave you wet and wanting and covered in his cum. It’d just happened in the heat of the moment. Some wild idea that he’d decided to act on. But you… you’d liked it. And so did Javier.

In reality, fifty-two minutes wasn’t that long, but it was enough time to suck up to the school’s dean. If Javier was going to be put on display as his prized lecturer for the year, he’d make him listen to him in return. Even if he had to turn up the fake charm to a ten in front of a group of wealthy alumni.

“Here she is now,” Javier said, taking a hold of your elbow as you passed by, physically dragging you into the conversation. You shot him a confused look, but he just smiled at the dean.

“Ah, yes, professor,” Dean Dalton started, “It would seem you’ve made quite the impression on Agent Peña.”

Javier elected to ignore his choice of title.

“Really? I wasn’t aware.” You glanced at him out of the corner of your eye, but he could tell you were happy.

“I’ve had the privilege of reading a few chapters of her upcoming book,” Javier explained. “Trust me, you’ll want to see what she’s planning next.”

“As luck would have it, I’ve been talking to a few of our more generous donors tonight. Perhaps we should meet when classes resume to discuss how the school might be able to help your research.” The dean clinked his glass against yours and ambled off.

“What did you just do?” you asked, disbelief lacing your voice.

“I told you I would help you.”

“Oh my God… thank you,” you said softly. You stared at him for a long moment and he just held your gaze. “Will you take you home now?”

“Yes.”

Without wasting another second, you turned on your heel and headed toward the entrance. He followed eagerly. “Wait.” You stopped suddenly and his chest hit your back. You peered at him over your shoulder. “Don’t forget our tradition.”

He quirked a brow in silent question and your eyes flicked to the bar in response. It clicked. “Got it,” he said with a grin. He swiped the first bottle of champagne he could reach. Something so expensive he couldn’t even imagine the price tag. Something neither of you could ever afford on an academic salary.

… . …

Javier drove with one hand on the steering wheel and the other resting on your knee, drawing circles on your thigh over the sheer material covering your skin. Late on a chilly December night, the streets were empty, and the drive was easy. The city was unusually peaceful.

“I still can’t believe you pulled that off,” you murmured dreamily. He squeezed your knee in response.

A few minutes later, he’d stopped at a light when you quietly said his name. He turned to you and found you staring at him. You looked relaxed and happy. “I didn’t get a chance to tell you how handsome you look tonight. All dressed up for me,” you offered sweetly. “You’re absolutely breathtaking.”

“How much did you have to drink?” he deflected.

“One drink hours ago. Nice try, but I’m sober.” You laughed but your teasing tone gave way to something softer. “You really are the most beautiful man.”

In his periphery, the light changed, bathed the inside of the car in a bright green light. He couldn’t tear his eyes away from your beautiful face. Not when such an open, vulnerable sincerity graced your features.

“The light’s green,” you whispered.

“I know.”

A small smile broke out on your face.

… . …

Behind you, Javier trailed soft, lazy kisses along the slope of your neck as he slowly unzipped your dress, letting it hang loose around you. Your eyes fluttered shut as he smoothed his hands down your exposed back, thumbs gently digging into your flesh to massage your tired muscles. Every kiss, every touch, stoked the fire he’d ignited inside you hours ago.

“Let it fall,” he murmured against your skin. You slipped the straps over your shoulders and the fabric pooled at your feet. Then you reached for the clasp of your bra. “Leave it. I’ll take it off when I want to.” You bit back a devilish smile as he continued his ministrations. His lips followed his hands down your spine, and you gasped when he placed a kiss on the small of your back.

“Can’t decide how I want you first,” he mused.

“I want your mouth on me.”

He kneaded the flesh of your ass as he placed the lightest kiss on one cheek. “It is.”

“Not there.”

At your complaint, he snapped the garter belt strap so it stung against your flesh. But a firm hand on your back urged you forward until you were kneeling on the bed and he mouthed your cunt through the lace. “Here?” he asked, voice muffled.

“Yes,” you moaned, desperate for more.

“Maybe I should clean the mess I made on your pussy.” Without waiting for an answer, he pulled the fabric away and sealed his mouth over your hot, wet core, drawing an inarticulate slew of curses from you.

Hands gripping the backs of your thighs right at the tops of your stockings, he alternated between sucking on your clit, teasing the little bundle of nerves between his lips, and fucking you with his tongue. The constantly changing pressure was as intoxicating as it was frustrating — it was never enough but plenty to keep you hovering right on the cusp.

Until he finally – finally – gave you what you needed most.

Holding a steady pace as he flicked his tongue over your clit, Javier pushed you right over the edge.

Unable to breath, unable to move, unable to even think, you sobbed, cunt still pulsing around nothing, when he unceremoniously flipped you over and entered you. He slid into your dripping heat easily. And somehow, your first orgasm rolled right into the second as his cock struck something magic inside you, sparking a whole new wave of pleasure.

“You can’t stop coming, can you?” he asked, grunting as he pounded into you.

It just kept going. And going. Wave after wave relentlessly rolling through you. Unceasing in the best way imaginable. Javier knew your body so fucking well. He was the only one who knew how to do this to you. “No,” you mewled deliriously, body still shaking under him.

He thumbed away a tear rolling down your cheek. You hadn’t even realized you were crying. His hand left your face to knead a lace covered breast. “You look so fucking hot.”

“Fuck me harder, Javi.”

He pulled out all the way and your hips lifted, chasing him, but he pushed your knees to your chest and shouldered between your legs. “You’re not going to be able to walk when I’m done with you.”

“Good. I wanna feel you for days.” you said, ignoring the pang in your heart that told you that you were going to miss him.

“Fuck,” he spat. Your cunt drenched his cock as he slipped back inside, and your breath hitched as he hit deeper at the new angle.

“Right there!” you cried, arching up against him, “oh, God, right there!”

“One more. Give me one more,” Javier demanded, lacing your fingers together and pining your hands above your head, “But not until I tell you.”

You nodded eagerly, happy to give him whatever he wanted. “I get to tell you when too. Please, Javi.”

“Whatever you want baby. You fucking earned it.”

He kept slamming into you and every stroke of his cock rubbed against your inner walls perfectly. You swore you could almost feel every ridge and every vein of his thick length as he fucked you. Your third orgasm was tantalizingly within reach. You just needed his blessing, and you’d break.

“Alright, baby,” he panted as he rocked his hips against yours, grinding his pelvis against your clit, “cum all over my cock.”

Just like that, that tight coil inside you he’d been winding up all night snapped, and you came for a third time with a wanton cry. His name tumbled from your lips repeatedly as your body writhed beneath him, cunt spasming around his cock.

“I need to cum,” he ground out, voice cutting through the haze of pleasure.

“Ask me nicely,” you teased when your senses had returned to you just enough that you decided it was your turn to play with Javier. You wanted it to be just as good for him as he made it for you.

“Please.”

“No.”

“Please.”

“No.”

“Baby, please.” Javier’s broken words trembling around the edges as he begged you. His brown eyes, eclipsed by his dilated pupils and wet around the edges, stared deeply into yours and you almost gave in.

“Don’t stop.”

He made a desperate sound but kept going, snapping his hips against yours harder and harder.

“Almost there, Javi. You’re doing so good for me,” you praised, encouraging him. His jaw clenched and you kissed his neck, sucking hard on the straining muscles. His hands gripped yours so tight it hurt, and his face screwed up as he panted with each thrust. “You can cum for me, Javi. Fill me up.”

His lips crashed against yours in a desperate gratitude, and his hips stuttered as he came hard. He gasped for breath even as your mouths moved messily together. His cock twitched inside you as he painted your cunt like you’d been patiently waiting for all evening, until his body gave out and he collapsed on top of you, still locked in an embrace.

“Was that good for you?” you asked. When you didn’t get an answer, you prodded his side. He startled, eyes suddenly blinking up at you.

“What?”

“I asked if that was good for you?”

“Yeah. Yeah, that was... it’s always good with you but that was...” He trailed off and you thought he might’ve actually fallen asleep on you. “I’ve never cum so hard in my life. I think I fucking blacked out.”

“I didn’t know my pussy was that good.”

“Are you kidding me? I fucking love your pussy.” He was positively beaming at you. He cursed with a sigh as he laid his head back on your chest and you threaded your fingers through his damp locks, holding him close while you could.

… . …

You sat half in Javier’s lap in the middle of your bed, sheets strewn about from your previous activities, both completely naked but freshly showered. He moved his mouth against yours, tasting you, drinking you in until he was as lightheaded from your kisses as from the champagne. His hands roamed your body, touching you for no real reason other than to memorize your gentle curves. One hand cupped a breast and the other squeezed your hip, both moving slowly until they met to cradle your face.

He pulled away to look at you. No fancy dress, no jewelry, no make-up. Just you.

“Still stunning,” he whispered.

You smiled softly and pressed your lips to the bridge of his nose. “Still handsome,” you countered. Chills erupted across his skin, but you mistook his reaction. “Come here.” you pulled the blankets up as you settled back against the headboard. He followed, swiping the bottle of champagne off the nightstand. Without bothering with glasses, surely a disservice to something so expensive, he took a swig and handed it to you. It was bubbly and light and perfect for the evening.

“You never told me what you’re doing for the holidays.”

“Oh, nothing much,” you responded as you took the bottle from him. “Bev’s family celebrates Christmas. They always do gifts with the kids in the morning but then her mom and in-laws and whoever else in the family is around go over for a big dinner. She insists I come to keep her sane. Her mom and mother-in-law don’t exactly get along.”

“What about New Year’s?”

You took a long pull before sighing. “Well, I usually spend the night with Sunny watching old movies and drinking too much wine.” Your face pinched. “That sounds much sadder when I say it out loud.”

“You don’t mind being alone?”

“It’s been this way for years now.” You smiled, a rueful thing. “I’m used to it. I’m usually so tired after the quarter ends that I don’t mind the time alone.” You tried to brush it off, but he could hear the sadness in your voice.

“You could–” Javier stopped himself. “You could call. Anytime. I’ll give you my dad’s home number so you can reach me.”

That time your smile reached your eyes, crinkling the corners as you looked away bashfully. “That’s really sweet of you.” You reached for his hand and added, “I’ll call you at midnight in Laredo.”

“We’ll talk until midnight in Los Angeles.”

You curled up next to him before Javier could decipher your expression.

When he felt your breathing even out, surely sated from the sex and exhausted after the quarter, he pried the bottle from your grasp. He finished the last bit before setting it aside and switching off the lamp, careful not to disturb you.

Javier held you close, not unlike the way you’d held him the night before. He knew he needed to get his shit together. He didn’t want you to see that part of him. He needed to protect you from his past. But he didn’t know how to do that when he couldn’t even protect himself.

He flicked off the light and hoped for a peaceful sleep.

… . …

The first thing you noticed when you woke up the next morning was the dark bruise that you’d sucked onto Javier’s neck the night before. You ran your fingertips over it, outwardly cringing but inwardly, well, preening. This time it had been you who left those little love bites on his neck.

“Did you mark me?” he asked, his voice barely more than a quiet rumble. “Fucking felt that last night.”

“I didn’t mean to,” you answered, looking up at him as innocently as possible.

“Don’t lie to me,” he grumbled as his eyes blinked open. “You were a woman determined last night.”

“Why didn’t you stop me?”

“I liked it,” he grinned, but it faded quickly. “I forgot I was going home today. My dad’s picking me up at the airport.”

“Oh shit,” you laughed, burying your face against his chest.

“Don’t laugh. That’s not funny.”

“Maybe you should try buttoning your shirt like a normal person for once.”

In one smooth movement, he flipped you over and caged you beneath him. “You’re pushing your luck,” he tried to warn, but the grin on his face and the glint in his eyes betrayed him.

“What time is your flight?” you asked, soothing a hand across his face.

“One.” He glanced over at the clock. “It’s ten now.”

You wondered, just for a moment, if he would stay with you if you asked him to. If he would pass the holidays with you so you wouldn’t have to be alone. But that was foolish. And more than a little selfish. He had his family to go home to.

“You should probably go.”

“Yeah,” he sighed, “I should.”

He eased his hold on you but made no move to leave. Not until he’d placed a kiss on your lips and one on your forehead in a gentle goodbye.

... . ...

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Hope on Board

Chapter 21 – Missed Opportunities

Chapter 1     Chapter 20

“You’re not going to be able to make it?  I put it on the calendar and everything.  Physical and digital,” Marinette pouted.

“I know,” Dick groaned in frustration with himself.  “But I’m telling you in advance this time.  I can’t make it.  I’ll watch videos.  I’ll give you extra back massages.  I’ll hire a personal instructor.  I’m sorry.”

“Dick… we rescheduled this twice so you could make it.”  Marinette knew her voice was getting exasperated and angry, but she couldn’t help it.  This kept happening.  He kept missing everything.  At this rate, he was going to miss the birth as well.

“I know but this is… This is really important, Mari,” he begged her to understand.  This could be the missing piece they needed.  He had to go.

“And this,” she indicated her belly, “isn’t?” She was giving him a hard, challenging look.

“That isn’t… I did not say that,” he answered indignantly.

“No, I know.  That wasn’t fair,” she conceded quickly.  It wasn’t Dick’s fault he was going to be gone and he was getting better.  He was letting her know in advance he wasn’t going to make the birthing class.  She collapsed against the counter, her shoulders slumping in defeat.  “I’m sorry. That was uncalled for.”

Dick let out a long pained sigh.  “I know this is frustrating.  I’m frustrated and upset.  I can’t control the timing for this, for any of this.  And it’s all happening at the same time and it’s all converging and I can’t control any of it.” Dick’s voice got increasingly aggravated as he spoke and his gestures wilder.  He hated the timing of all of this, but he needed to be there.  They had finally been able to track a talon and he needed to trade off with Wally to keep up the tail.  He was the leader.  It was his family he was defending.  He had to go.

Marinette sighed and squared her shoulders.  This was just as trying on him as it was on her and she desperately wanted him not to suffer because of things he couldn’t control.  She cupped his face to bring his focus back to her.  “Yeah, it sucks and I hate it.  But we just need to remember we love each other, right?  We love each other and we want to be together.” she gave him a long, luxuriant kiss. “The universe is messing with us. We aren’t going to let it win.”

Dick observed the determined, loving look in her eyes.  Her confidence grounded him.  Things were bad now, but they would get better.  He would stop this plot and then things would be better.  He rested his hands over hers and smiled.  “We’re going to take on the universe huh?”

Marinette nodded, eyes shining with mirth, “And win.  That part’s important.”

Dick chuckled indulgently. “Of course.  And win.  Together.”

“Together,” Marinette nodded. “As long as we work together and communicate and we’re honest with each other, there’s no way the universe can bring us down.”

It took almost the entirety of Dick’s over a decade of training to hide the wince that resulted from the ‘honest’ comment.  It was like her comment was designed to cut even though he knew it wasn’t.  It still hit hard.  As soon as this was over he could come clean.  He would be honest.  And there wouldn’t be any more secrets between them.  They just needed to hold out for a few more weeks… or months… God, he hoped it wasn’t longer than that.  Instead, he smiled and nudged her nose with his.  “I love you.”

Her responding smile was absolutely brilliant.  “I love you too, Bluebird.”

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“I’m so sorry I’m going to miss it.”  The remorse in Marinette’s voice was clear even over the speaker.  She was still in the office working on a few last minute issues with Lucius on issues with the fabric.

“It’s okay, Marinette.  I understand,” Dick calmly assured her.

“Yeah, we get it, Pixie Pop.  Your show is coming up really… long time from now,” Jason teased, a mischievous glint in his eyes, reveling in the chaos he was unleashing.

“It isn’t long.  It’s short. Really short,” Marinette ranted, the words spilling out quickly.  “Only a few weeks.  Can you believe it’s just a few weeks away?  I should have everything done and be working on details now.  Rachel, do not emulate this.  I expect you to be better than me.”

Lucius chuckled.  “Every inventor and creator I know does this.  This is always what it is like right before a debut.  You’re doing fine.”

“I’ve seen what you have so far, it looks amazing already,” Stephanie assured her. And it did.  She was completely blown away with what Marinette had done.

“No kidding.  You made me willing to wear designer clothes,” Duke agreed.

“Do you need anything Marinette?  Do you need me to bring over something to eat or drink?  Did you take your vitamins today?” Dick fussed.  He knew how she was when she was working and it was already dinner time.  If he knew her, and he did, then she didn’t even realize how late it was yet.

“Thank you, Dick.  I’m fine. You guys just enjoy your night together. And yes I did,” she assured him. Despite not being able to see her, Dick knew she had a smile on her face.

“Okay, I’ll let you get back to work, but I’ll see you at home tonight, right? You’re not going to spend all night there working on it?” Dick asked pointedly.

“Don’t worry Mr. Grayson.  I’ll make sure she doesn’t work herself too hard.  I’ve already ordered food in for us and a company car to take Rachel home after dinner and another for Marinette at 9, so she has to leave by then,” Lucius assured him with a chuckle.

“You two do realize I’m not a child, right?” Marinette snapped.

“Of course.  You’re an adult.  An extremely self-sacrificing, prone to self-destruction adult.  You’ll fit right into the Wayne family whenever Mr. Grayson finally wakes up.” They could hear Lucius’ smirk through the phone as well as Rachel’s giggle and Marinette’s squeak.

“Rachel!” she exclaimed a few octaves higher than normal.  “Do not encourage him!”

“Absolutely encourage him,” Stephanie called out loudly.

“Rachel, you’re supposed to be on my side.” They could tell she was trying to be offended but couldn’t quite pull it off.  “You know what?  Don’t you have homework to do?  You should be doing your homework.”

“I already got my homework done before I came here and the essay that’s due Monday,” Rachel answered easily.

“Oh, well that’s… very well organized.  Good job, Rachel,” Marinette admitted grudgingly.

“Well, somebody here should be,” Lucius teased.

“And you!  You know what, you don’t need to be here.  In fact, you’re not welcome here anymore.  You can go home.  Call a car for yourself,” Marinette growled playfully.

“Might I remind you, this is my office,” Lucius responded, completely nonplussed by her comment.

“You might, but it won’t change my previous statement.”  Lucius’ laughter rang clear through the phone, a clear indication that Marinette had punctuated her retort by sticking her tongue out at him.

“Lucius, stop flirting with my girlfriend,” Dick implored with a smile.

“Mr. Grayson, if I wanted to flirt with your girlfriend, she would no longer be your girlfriend,” Lucius responded smoothly.

“Oooooooh, damn,” Duke laughed.  “So that’s what total destruction looks like.”

“Lucius,” Marinette admonished him, “don’t say true things like that to him. One of us being a nervous wreck with a tendency to spiral into anxiety induced death spirals and nightmares is enough.”

“You okay, fam?” Tim asked cautiously.  He looked over to Dick to see how much of what she had said should be taken seriously and judging by the frown on his face, all of it except the Lucius part.

“Yeah, I’m good,” Marinette answered in an overly confident, chipper voice. They could just picture the toothy, too wide grin on her face and twitching eye.  “Just another few weeks and it will all be over,” she continued. “One way or another,” she added quietly.

“I know you’re dreading the end of our association when you’re sought out by every major name in the business, but I think your future husband is more than happy to have you out of my influence,” Lucius teased.  “Until he realizes there’s another year on the contract.”

“Yeah, okay.  On that note, I’m going to let you get back to work so Marinette can get home and in bed at a reasonable time.  Lucius… I’m keeping my eye on you,” he said in a stern voice that anyone else might have taken as serious.

Lucius laughed.  “Understood, Mr. Grayson.  Have a good night.”

“Love you, Bluebird.  Have fun, guys.” Marinette called out to them.

“Night Marinette!” Jason, Duke, Stephanie and Tim yelled to her.

“Love you too.  Night,” Dick said before hanging up.  He tapped the phone against his lips with a concerned frown.  He wasn’t doing enough to lessen her stress.  She was still too stressed and it wasn’t good for the babies. Maybe he could give her a massage tonight.  He plastered on a smile and turned to the others.  “Let’s get this movie started.”

“Is she always like that?” Duke asked after a few minutes.

“Like what?” Dick tried to give him a confused look but Duke just raised an unimpressed eyebrow at him.  “Yeah, lately, yeah.  Stress from the show.  When the show is over she should be much more relaxed.  Adrien seems to think this is completely normal and expected for her.”

“Cass and I would take her out for another girl’s night if we thought it would help, but at this point, I don’t think there is anything we can do but not add to her stress,” Stephanie grimaced.

“What a thought, not adding to Pixie’s stress,” Jason glared at Dick, a look that Dick didn’t miss.

Tim looked awkwardly between Dick and Jason.  “So… going back to what Lucius said, you thinking about proposing to Marinette?”

Dick looked away from Jason and blinked a few times, trying to get his mind to switch tracks.  “I have a ring, but not now.  Not yet. We love each other, but I don’t think we’re there yet.  There’s still trust issues,” Dick shrugged.

Jason scoffed and took a drink.  “Have anything to do with you abandoning her regularly with no notice and sketchy ass excuses?”

Dick glared at him.  “Probably,” he growled, knowing full well that was exactly what it was.  All of their problems boiled down to the Titans and him focusing too much on figuring out the Court of Owl plan.  All the missed appointments, all the missed life events, all the broken promises, were all because of Titan activity.  

“Have you thought about just… telling her?” Tim asked carefully.

Dick drew in a deep, frustrated breath.  Of course he had.  They all pushed him to tell her constantly.  Bruce had even given his blessing.  He could just tell her and alleviate a lot of their issues, but he refused to put that on her while she was already under so much stress and according to the doctor, it was dangerous for her to be under any.  He couldn’t control the fashion show but he could control this.  He wasn’t going to endanger the twins and Marinette just to make himself more comfortable.

She already got so worried about him from the injuries he came home with.  She would get that adorable, heartbreaking concerned frown and furrowed brow every time she looked at them, and since some of them took weeks to heal, she had that expression every day, several times a day for weeks.  After one particularly bad fight with Double Dare, she had nightmares for days about him getting hurt and then the babies getting caught in an attack.  He wasn’t about to tell her he did that regularly and induce nightmares every night while she was pregnant.

“You know, you’re going to have a couple kids with her pretty soon.  It might be important information for her,” Jason prodded.

“If Grayson doesn’t want to tell her, he has every right not to,” Damian interjected.

“Thank you, Damian,” Dick responded, silently, momentarily thankful he didn’t have the same protective streak for Marinette that the rest of the family had acquired.

“He knows her better than the rest of us and if he does not find her trustworthy, that insight should be respected,” Damian finished, returning his attention to the movie.

“What?” Dick exclaimed looking back at Damian in shock.  Was that really what Damian was getting from this?  Is that why he thought Dick didn’t want to tell Marinette?  “That’s not… Damian that is not why I haven’t…”

“She should know if she’s going to be doing this alone,” Jason interrupted. His voice was hard and accusatory, as it often was with Dick lately.

Distantly, Dick heard someone gasp and shuffle around, but he was far too focused to process it.  “She won’t be doing it alone,” Dick growled back.  Jason had been exceptionally hostile lately, more so than even Adrien, but the insinuation that Dick would abandon his family was going too far. “I’m going to be there for her and the babies.”

“I can’t hear the movie,” Damian warned them.

“Shut it, Imitation’s Imitation,” Jason snarled before rounding back on Dick. “Are you?  When does that start?  ‘Cuz you sure as Hell haven’t been so far.”

“Jason,” Stephanie tried to interject.

“I’ve had…” Dick started.

“Yeah, yeah.  Vigilante business, which has always been more important than making baby appointments, more important than being there for Marinette.  You need to figure out if you’re Nightwing or a father.”

“I’m both,” Dick gritted out through his teeth.

“But which is more important?” Jason argued

“Being a father, of course,” Dick yelled out.

“That’s not how it looks right now.  How many appointments have you missed?  How many events?  You abandon her constantly for things that other people could easily handle and eventually, she’s going to figure out that you don’t actually work for WE, and what’s your plan for that?  Or is that plan?  Let her figure it out and walk away from you so you don’t have to be the bad guy?”

“Shouldn’t your loyalty be to Grayson?  You’ve switched loyalties rather quickly.  One look from a pretty woman and as expected you turn your back on your family,” Damian snarled, finally turning away from the movie.  

“What the fuck do you think she is?  She’s family.  She’s carrying your niece and nephew.  They are our family, all three of them even if Dickhead walks away from them.  They are still our family and they deserve some consideration too,” Jason yelled back.

Damian opened his mouth to respond but Cass moved next to him, shaking her head. Damian grunted, but acquiesced, letting Dick and Jason fight it out between themselves.

“What is your obsession with me leaving them?  It’s not going to happen.  I’m not going to abandon them!” Dick howled.

Jason shook his head and gave a bitter chuckle.  His voice suddenly back to an eerily normal level.  “You’re right.  You always are, Golden Boy.  ‘I’m not going to’ would imply a future event.  You already have abandoned them.”

“Fuck you!  I have not.” The lowering of Jason’s voice only made Dick’s anger surge.  He was acting like he won an argument, like it was already over.  It was far from over.  “I’ve been doing everything in my power to protect them.  Whatever the Court of Owls is planning it is going to be huge and devastating, and we now know it includes Gotham.  I’ve been doing nothing but investigating them for months to stop them.  I’ve fought talons, I’ve tracked down associates, fuck, I’ve gotten captured by talons and had to get saved by Garth and Donna.”

“They should have kept you,” Jason grumbled, heading to the door.  “I’m going to go check on Pixie Pop.  It’s getting late, someone should and naturally, that someone won’t be you.”

Dick seethed as he stared at the door Jason left through.  How dare he?  How dare he! He had no right to suggest not only was Dick abandoning them, but that he wanted to.  Abandoning her was the last thing he wanted to do.  He didn’t want to leave in the middle of dates.  He didn’t want to miss the babies kicking.  He didn’t want to miss entire weeks of development.  He didn’t want to miss snuggling with Marinette.  He didn’t want to sleep without her.  He did all of that because he was protecting her, because he loved her.  He couldn’t just pass off all of his responsibilities to someone else.  He was the team leader.  He had to be the one to make the decisions.

“You okay?” Tim asked gently.  He wanted to make sure Dick was okay, but wasn’t looking to incur his wrath.  Jason had said everything that needed to be said, now Dick just needed to calm down and consider the words.

“He doesn’t understand.  He doesn’t understand what it means to be a leader, what it means to be a father,” Dick growled.

Tim looked away and gave a heavy sigh.  He wasn’t listening.  He decided he was doing the right thing and he wouldn’t listen to any other opinions. He’d dedicated himself to this course and he wouldn’t be swayed.  He’d gotten better about it in the last few years, but still had miles to go.  “Maybe,” he granted, turning to look Dick, his eyes hardened to steel, “but he does know what it means to be abandoned.”

Chapter 22

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i love you so

summary: after recovering from a messy break-up with your high school sweetheart, you’d never expect to find happiness in someone who bumped into you on the subway. but that’s where jake sim comes in.

genre: fluff, hurt/comfort, office!au

characters: jake x reader, mentions of ex-boyfriend!jay

warnings: partially proofread, but besides that, none

word count: 1946

a/n: this was supposed to be an entry for the “and then we met” @enhypenwriters writing event, but i think i lost the muse for this a bit too fast (plus, school swamped me again.) i literally wanted to base it off this song by the walters until it dawned on me that it was a heartbreak song :/ hence i made a few adjustments. i’m not quite sure if i’m fully satisfied with how this turned out, but i hope you still enjoy it~

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your heels clicked on the platform as you weaved your way through the crowd of people. it was a bustling monday morning, and waking up half an hour late was not how you expected to start your week. bingeing on this one political-drama show the night before began to feel like a regrettable choice, but there was no time to dwell on that when you see your train pulling up at the platform.

“oh damn, i’m so sorry.”

maybe it was because of how distracted you were from your surroundings that you hadn’t realized that someone bumped into you. as a result, you barely noticed that your coat had gotten stained from the coffee in their cup.

you gave them an apologetic smile, too rushed to get pissed. “no worries.” pausing for a second, you registered the culprit to be a man with a head of chocolate-brown hair and slightly frantic eyes before jogging towards the open subway cart door. once you got on the nearly-stuffed train, your eyes peered down towards your coat. sighing, you swiped at your coffee-stained coat with your finger; perhaps you’d be able to get it cleaned at the office later on if you weren’t getting your ear chewed off by your manager.

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“we have a new employee joining us today.”

exiting the bathroom door with a slightly-scrubbed coat in hand, you heard your manager call out, then the chatter in the room subsiding. she was standing beside a man that you wouldn’t have vaguely remembered seeing before if it weren’t for the small smile he gave you.

“hi everyone, i’m jake sim. i’ll be working under the research department starting today. it’s a pleasure to make your acquaintance.”

you recognized that voice a little too well, then glancing at your dampened coat. who knew that the man you hastily bumped into this morning would be working at your office?

“jake will be occupying the desk next to (y/n)’s, and he’ll also be under my supervision as he’s still on trial for the next two weeks.” almost instantly, your manager turned towards you, who was still standing in front of the bathroom door.

“oh, yes,” you replied, eyes widening slightly. you went towards your cubicle and motioned to the empty desk beside you for jake to put his things, “over here.”

he walked over and placed a box filled with his belongings on top of the table, then unpacking. “well, i never thought i’d see you here,” he chuckled, “really sorry for what happened earlier, by the way.”

“eh, it’s no big deal.” you draped your coat over your chair for it to dry, “i managed to scrub off most of the stain, so it should be fine.”

“are you sure it isn’t ruined?” he turned to face you, slightly quirking an eyebrow.

you grinned in response, “positive."

jake had placed some stationery into a pencil holder before extending out a hand towards you. “i know i’ve introduced myself earlier.” he smiled rather awkwardly, “but for the sake of us being desk-mates, i’ll do it again. i’m jake.”

your hand met his for a quick shake, a knowing smile on your face. “(y/n). nice to meet you.”

-

if you were sure about one thing, it’d be that time flies by when you’re drowning in deadlines. the sun had already disappeared, yet you still sat hunched over your laptop, fingers typing away at a report due tomorrow assigned a few hours ago. you would have argued with your manager on the matter, but the glare she gave you as you were about to open your mouth was enough to make you shrink back into your seat.

out of habit, you grabbed your phone and unlocked it, expecting to see a message notification from jay, your boyfriend, who’d usually come to pick you up from work. when you didn’t receive one, however, it only dawned on you once again that you weren’t even with him anymore. he was the reason why your routine for the past few months had been working and binge-watching on repeat, with the occasional cry session if you were feeling really out of it. moving on after said breakup had been difficult, especially when it involved the very person who vowed to marry you on the day of your high school graduation.

“working overtime?”

you peered up from your head in your hands to see jake. he had pushed his chair back and was looking at you past the divider. it was way past office hours and you swore that you heard the last of your coworkers’ chatter out the door a few hours ago, but you must have been mistaken.

“yeah.” you gave him a grim smile, “some stupid report i was told to do today.”

“ouch,” he winced, closing his laptop. jake then studied your expression, picking up on how exhausted you looked. “tell you what.” he stood up and began slipping items into his backpack, “what if we went home together? maybe i could grab you something on the way back to make up for earlier.”

you looked up from your screen to see a cheeky smile on his lips. the offer did seem tempting, but you were ways away from actually completing the report. “oh that really isn’t necessary...” you threw him a small smile as you waved a hand rather dismissively, “i might be here for a long while, and i wouldn’t want to hold you back from going home.”

“i insist, (y/n).” jake zipped up his backpack after tossing in a file, “i wouldn’t mind waiting since i have nothing due tomorrow.” he then propped an elbow up on the divider, leaning on it as he carefully took note of the obvious strain on your eyes as well as how you had a slight pout on your lips when you were focused, “and besides... you kinda look like you could use some company.”

a small hum was heard from your mouth until you finally sighed in defeat; he definitely wasn’t wrong about company. “if you say so, then.” you stretched your arms, turning away from your screen, “maybe having you around will make me work faster?”

“how so?”

“you know how sometimes kids won’t work on their homework unless there’s an adult cowering over them like a hawk? yeah, that.” 

jake brought a hand to his mouth in an attempt to stifle a laugh, which ended in him snorting instead. you could feel a smile creep up your lips.

-

the trip home was the most fun you’ve had in months. it didn’t occur to you that jake would be such an avid chatterbox, but you were sorely mistaken. he always had a conversation topic up his sleeve, whether it was about daily adult struggles to his childhood back in australia. you also noticed how he absolutely could not shut up about his beloved dog, layla; it’s a wonder how he had an entire album filled with hundreds of her pictures on his phone. slowly but surely, you also began juggling the conversation; it was as if you had reverted to your bright, happy self pre-breakup. talking with him really felt like reuniting with a long-lost friend, and it was only a matter of minutes until you had reached your apartment's front door.

jake had wanted to use your bathroom for a bit, but it ended with you suggesting for him to stay for dinner which consisted of microwaved pizza and sweet tea. you placed the pizza on the coffee table in front of the tv, then starting up the series you were bingeing on the other night.

“is that designated survivor?” jake sat on your sofa before grabbing a slice of pizza from the plate.

“mhm,” you replied, mouth stuffed. swallowing first, you then replied to him, “the synopsis made me curious.”

your remark was met with silence as you saw jake’s gazed fixed intently upon the screen. it wouldn’t have occurred to you that you’d be having a coworker (who was insanely attractive, nonetheless) over for dinner, but it didn’t bother you at all when jake made offhand comments about the characters and scenes of the series. it also occurred to you quite late that you hadn’t gotten napkins out for the both of you.

“hold on, lemme grab something.” you stood up and went towards your cabinets in search for napkins. jake’s attention broke from the screen to follow your figure before his gaze momentarily landed on a photo frame by the side of your sofa. it was a picture of you and your ex-boyfriend, with his arm wrapped around you as you both smiled brightly for the camera.

“i didn’t know you had a boyfriend?” the man teased as he saw you walk back towards him, napkins in hand. your expression dropped when you realized that throughout the time you’ve been trying to mend your broken heart, you had forgotten to put away that photo.

“we broke up.”

guilt flashed across jake’s face as he realized he had overstepped. “oh wow, i’m sorry... i shouldn’t have brought that up.”

“it’s fine. i guess i must’ve forgotten to put that away.” you smiled at him and placed the napkins on the table before flipping the frame down. taking a seat, you sighed as you tried to focus on the show playing in front of you; you could feel bits of dread wallow in the bottom of your stomach.

there was a moment of awkward pause as neither of you knew what to say. just as you were about to ask jake to leave since you could feel dread clawing at your insides, he suddenly spoke up, “you’re... really strong, though.”

turning to face him, you stared at him quizzically, “really?”

“yeah.” jake could feel your eyes on him, “i mean, if it weren’t for me finding out, i would’ve never guessed that you were going through that.” he grabbed another piece of pizza before meeting your gaze, “you’re a great person, (y/n). i think you should know that. and if you’d need someone to talk to about him... although i don’t really know the guy, i’m all ears.”

the way he gave you a soft smile at the end made your heart slightly flutter. maybe it was because there was this very charming man consoling you on your last breakup, but it was more on the fact that you knew someone had your back in your times of healing. “thanks, jake.” you smiled back, feeling your heart lighten. “i appreciate it. a lot.”

jake felt his heart flip at the sight of your smile. it wasn’t as if he hadn’t seen you smile the entire day; it was a different kind as he could see some weight visibly lifted from you. you were pretty cute when you smiled, the way your eyes crinkled at the sides when you did, and he wondered how he hadn’t realized that sooner.

“uh... jake?” you waved a hand in front of his face to break him away from his stare. he quickly snapped out of his reverie, ears tinting a shade of pink.

“oh, yeah, sorry about that...” he murmured nervously, scratching the back of his head, “guess i got a bit distracted there?”

“i noticed.” you giggled in response, turning your attention back towards the tv. you saw how he stared at you after you spoke, eyes lost in a dream-like trance, and you felt your heart go fuzzy.

perhaps you were still healing, and you might need a little more time before jumping into something new. but rest assured, you knew that jake would be waiting on the other side no matter what.

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A Moment in Time: Chapter 2

MASTERPOST

Originally, Jason had found Tim’s predicament hilarious. Of course, the kid had to have the worst run-ins with the press. Every time the kid had to run around doing damage control and hoping that it would blow over sooner rather than later.

The entire house would watch him, partially in pity, partially in humor. Each time the press got ahold of something; Bruce would sit there with a pained expression. It was obvious that he wanted to crush the press and their (usually) baseless gossip.

Instead, Bruce, like the rest of the family, was met with a gag order from PR who would tell the rest of the family to step back. Even though it was hardest on Bruce, Jason had seen each of his the family members struggling over the years. Stephanie especially would bristle when Tim went into damage control mode, even if she had gotten used to it over the past five years of friendship she had with the kid.

At first, Jason had thought that the kid did it because he wanted to, now, however, he was convinced that the younger vigilante was the only one that PR trusted with damage control. His theory was backed up when he had been exposed by Vikki Vale, and Tim was the only one who had done an interview without a PR babysitter. The same thing had happened a few years back before Jason had reunited with his family when Damian had been caught on camera attacking Tim.

Now, Jason meandered down the road, hands stuffed into his pockets. Crime Alley was buzzing with activity as people rushed home, and others pushed past on their way to work. The hubbub of the evening rush soothed the tension in Jason’s shoulders. As he sidestepped a mother and son who were clearly trying to book it home before it got dark, a magazine in one of the corner stores windows caught his eye. The young adult stepped back into the flow of bodies and crossed the street.

As he stepped into the small store, he nodded to the cashier who was behind the till. Then, he picked up one of the many tabloids with the story. As he flipped through the tabloid, he snickered at his brother’s plight. It would be hilarious if he made a collection to give to the kid for Christmas.

When he started to collect the tabloids being sold that had run the story, Jason paused on the pictures. All mirth left the resurrected vigilante as he studied the clearest of the photos.

The noirette that was looking up at him from the page? Yeah. He knew her. Better than anyone else, actually. He had spent years with her, back when he was younger. When they both were young, and just trying to make it through the week. He had been off, trying to get enough money to get them through the month, and the kid had tried to help someone new. She had been trying to pass along the expertise that he had taught her. She had been caught up in a clash between gangs. As far as he knew, she had died. And yet…there was little Chrys. Jason took a deep breath and clutched the magazine he was holding, as tears fought their way out.

As the young man paged to the story, he steadied himself. She was alive.

What he found was…illuminating. Even as his hands trembled and he accidentally ripped the thin pages, Jason devoured the article. When he was done, the young adult scrambled for his phone. A few moments later, he was opening his Instagram account and looking up the account the article had listed. There. yes…that was Chrys alright. So. She had been adopted. In France. In Paris. After forcing his lungs to draw breath, Jason pulled out his phone. He had arrangements to make. He had to go see his little sister.

The Monday after Jagged had sent her the gossip rags that were considered journalism, Marinette strode into school with a scowl so ingrained into her features that anyone who didn’t know her would think the expression was permanent. She had been up late the night before and had spent a good portion of the weekend on the phone with her lawyer’s office. When they hadn’t been talking, she had been talking with Penny Rolling. The two were trying to figure out the best approach for the 16-year-old to use. Honestly, she shouldn’t have to deal with the situation in the first place, but the press were notoriously bad at making educated guesses. With any luck, Chloé would be able to get on the next phone call with Penny, and the three would have something that would present well on as many fronts as possible all fronts. There was a reason that Chloé was her official publicist, after all.

When she strode into the Lycée classroom, Chloé grinned at her from where she had settled in the front row. Marinette nodded at her friend as she slid in next to her. The younger girl had absolutely no doubt that her best friend had heard about the media debacle. Not only that, but Chloé had probably already come up with at least five different drafts of a statement to post on all her social media.

When she had slumped into the seat next to the blonde, Marinette groaned in thanks as her friend passed her a coffee. The noirette cradled the cup in her hands, mumbling a quiet thanks. The duo clinked their coffee, and Marinette began to chug the drink. As she plopped the now empty coffee cup down on the desk, she looked up to meet the horrified gazed of one Max Kanté. Oops.

Lila came skipping in moments later, a cruel smile playing on her lips, before falling when she saw the bone quaking scowl still resting on her the younger teen’s face. “oh Marinette! Did something happen? Did…did you anger your parents? Did they find out about all those men?” the other girl huffed before turning to her. Lila froze as she was met with the iciest glare that she had seen in years.

“oh, Lila. That’s so cute. It almost sounds like you are still going on about your little stories. That’s…adorable.” The Italian girl shrunk under the younger girl’s stare.

The sharp words were a reminder that she had been sued by Marinette before, and the younger girl was not afraid to do so again. Last time, the teen had taken the Italian to court over slander and misinformation, next time, she was going to ask for a restraining order. And Lila knew it. This girl, she was brutal, and she didn’t pull any punches when it really mattered.

“Lucky for you, you’re not the one I’m after, this time. My lawyers have bigger fish to fry.”

The newer addition to the classroom gulped, her throat suddenly very dry. Not for the first time, it occurred to her that maybe Marinette had let her take control of the class. After all, if they turn that easily, why would she want them for friends. The smaller girl nodded as she watched the realization once again run over Lila’s face. Raising her eyebrows, the designer motioned her classmate along, sending a cruel smile after her.

Chloé waited until the little liar was gone before giggling at her friend’s reaction to the girl who had become their daily annoyance. “I’m guessing you saw what’s been running in the American news? I thought it wouldn’t take long for you to respond. Are a plethora of lawsuits on the way?” Marinette giggled slightly as her severe demeanor giving way to the internal glee that was consuming the teen over the sheer chaos that was to come.

“you know it, Chlo.”

When Jason touched down in Paris, he tensed. Something was wrong. As he made his way through the airport, he realized that the atmosphere in the city was less carefree than he remembered. There was an air that actually reminded him of Gotham. Tense. Waiting for the other shoe to drop. The expectation that your day was going to go wrong was set from the moment one woke up.

While waiting in line to go through Customs, Jason pulled out his phone. He putzed around for a moment, before glancing guiltily at his text app. Even though he and Bruce had been getting along better lately, he still wouldn’t let the old man put a tracker on him. Every time Bruce tried to activate the tracker; Jason would go to further lengths to disable it.

When he had made his plans, he had forgotten to alert his family. At the time, it hadn’t seemed like a problem. He dropped off the grid all the time. It was his thing. Red Hood wasn’t supposed to be patrolling for a few days, and Jason was in between projects in both his civilian life and as a mob boss. Bruce definitely didn’t approve of that part but oh well. What can ya do. Realistically, Jason had another three days before the family noticed he was gone. He was certain that Alfred already knew.

The line moved forward, and a voice giving instructions in French broke him from his thoughts.

When Jason had finally made it through the airport, he rolled his shoulders. He had a few hours before he would check into his hotel until then…The Gotamite looked up the address he had found earlier when digging online. If today went the way he was hoping it would, it would be his only stop for the day.

Of course, he didn’t count on Gina.

When she called him over from where she was standing by her bike, Jason had to smile. The woman was part of the reason that he wasn’t still camping out in Gotham, waiting to kill a certain billionaire. They had spent time together after he had left the League. The silver-haired woman had taught him how to channel his pit mad emotions into doing good. They had traveled across Asia, stopping gangs and busting drug operations.

The last he had seen of her; Gina Dupain had been in Shanghai. They had caught the attention of one of the more powerful League enemies. Jason had gotten injured and had separated from his mentor in a fruitless attempt to protect her. After, Jason had made his long-awaited return to Gotham, and Gina had focused her attention on Europe. Last Jason had heard, she had turned her attention to a family of Italian mobsters that were causing trouble in Paris. Well…maybe he shouldn’t be surprised that she was here.

Once the spry biker had latched onto his arm, the young man knew that his mission would have to wait just a bit. After all, he owed Gina almost everything he had, he owed it to her to spend time with her.

“Hey, Gina. How are ya? It’s been a while.”

A/N

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