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savannahsdeath · 6 months

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hii i love ur work!! id love to read about chess player!ellie x chess player!reader hate fucking the shit out of each other after one of them wins the tournament 🤭🤭

"You're not as boring as I thought...

...you are not as bright, either."

warnings: 18+!! edging, brat!reader, slight mean!ellie, dom!ellie, sub!reader, yeah js.. smut

writers note: i never told u guys before but pspsp.. i play chess !! so surprising right🤭🤭 and yes i used dominiques quote because . and . also ...,.

"what the fuck was that, huh?" she asked with a serious, cold tone. and maybe you'd even bother to answer, if she wasn't about nine inches deep in you. you rolled your eyes with a quiet whimper. "what? gonna throw a tantrum? i'm the one who should be mad. shit— i am fuckin' mad."

"see, el— maybe..." you hiccuped, managing to fully open your half-lidded eyes for a second. "maybe i'm just... better."

"better?" her eyes widened in shock, because even though she knew how much of a brat you can be she wasn't expecting that.

at some point, you were right. on the other hand, you didn't have to rub it in her face like that.

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you could tell she had studied the art of offensive chess for quite some time. she would frequently sacrifice her pieces to gain control of the center of the board, relying on her opponent's hesitations to gain a positional advantage. however, her tactics had limitations.

as you continued to play defensively, her attacks became more predictable, and you were able to counter them. while you wondered how she had reached this level, you had to admit that her strategy would work perfectly against a not patient or uncertain opponent. time didn't matter to you, not as much as to your rival, so you easily took advantage of it.

she looked either bored or amused most of the time, keeping the atmosphere more relaxed than it should be. "...so those girls like chess players, y'know? they're just so easy-"

"focus." you cut her off in an indifferent tone. the fact that she wasn't paying much attention to your moves, busy with talking, was good, but her rambling also distracted you. you clicked the little button on the clock, signaling it's ellie's turn. "i get it, people like smart girls." you mumbled, leaning back in your chair. "are you one of them, though?" you continued in a doubting voice, unintentionally insulting her.

her usual smirk didn't leave her face but you could see her bite the inside of her cheek in slight annoyance or even frustration. "i'm gonna show you." she nodded, as if to reassure herself with a silent 'yeah, just you wait!' which you couldn't help but laugh at. well, maybe not laugh, but chuckle under your breath. your comment must really bother her, to the point you ruined her offensive tactic.

"you're not as boring as i thought..." you scanned the board through your firm gaze, searching for any potential threats. you straightened up, propping your elbows on the small table and laying your head on your hands, impatiently tapping your cheeks. as soon as she clicked the little knob you already knew what'll your move be, so you quickly extended your hand. "you're not as bright, either." you picked up your knight, tauntingly pattering it through the squares, mimicking a real horse. finishing the L-shaped distance seemed to take you ages, though it was really less than four seconds. you let go of it, making a muffled knocking sound as it hit the wooden board. "checkmate." you whispered, folding your hands and tilting your head.

you took a moment to take in her reaction, which, much to your disappointment, wasn't an interesting scene. in fact, her smirk only widened as she looked at the clock and saw what led to this - her reckless haste. she hummed and shook your hand, what showed that she agreed with the score.

"how could i not notice that?" she smiled, letting you know it doesn't matter to her. you started to wonder about her strange behaviour, which seemed weird compared to the known, easy to piss off ellie williams. and just then, you understood everything's how it should be. her grip on your hand painfully tightened, as if to prove that your suspicion is correct.

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you felt her strap slid out of you, leaving your cunt hopelessly clenching around nothing. you raised your head, letting out a needy whimper and hoping to see what was she's up to. "els—"

"shut up." she murmured as she parted your thighs, revealing herself between them. she leaned down to have your slit at her eye level, with a quiet growl. "you're such a—" her tongue ran up and down your lips, collecting most of the slick you have accumulated. she looked up at you with a proud smirk. "fuckin' slut."

your fingers uncontrollably tangled with her hair, tugging on it while your free hand gripped the bed sheets. your cunt was still sensitive after being filled with her strap, so her soothing tongue felt comfortingly painful. she lightly sucked on your clit, forcing a desperate moan out of you.

"so you're the smart one? is that right?" she asked, her voice interrupted by either your little gasps or her breaks to plant another kiss on your core. "why don't you say something smart then?" her mocking tone echoed in your head as you tried to form a sentence. before you could, she stuck her tongue in your throbbing hole, making your thighs snap shut. she quickly helped them regain to their previous position, not pulling her hands away for longer than needed as if she wanted to make sure her fingers will leave a reminder, in form of at least reddening your sensitive skin or, most likely, giving you some bruises.

you felt your climax approaching so soon it felt embarrassing, truly embarrassing. you started babbling nonsense as your cunt clenched around her tongue, which continued to fuck in and out of you.

the amazing feeling suddenly left, replaced by her thumb roughly circling your clit. you watched as she sat up and smiled down at you, licking her lips in a temptingly slow way. the brat living inside of you was the first one to speak up, huffing out her name in an obviously annoyed gesture.

"c'mon." she cooed in a mockingly sweet voice, making sure her thumb is doing a good job. good job at torturing, ruining and making you even more desperate, if that's even possible. "what would a smart girl say in your situation?" she clicked her tongue, making you feel all the control you had slid out between your fingers and sink into the bed sheets. no matter how much you didn't want to admit it, someone finally managed to make you feel hopeless.

"but, ellie, look—" you whined, trying to take as much satisfaction from the touch she was giving you, but it only seemed like a pathetic version of what you could have. you could have way more. you needed way more.

"i don't want to hear any buts." she stopped her thumb, hardly pressing it against your clit, staring at you with stern and serious eyes which you weren't used to see from her. "we both know what a smart girl should say, yeah? aren't you one? are you admitting you're just a slut?" she sighed as if she was disappointed in you.

you shook your head, closing your eyes from the mix of all possible emotions; from embarrassment to proudness. "please, need— need you and... oh, please, ellie..." you broke, begging for more in the most miserable way imaginable.

she bitterly laughed, murmuring an amused "god, you're really a slut" under her breath. her thumb left your clit and both of her hands found their place on your thighs, making you hiss at the touch of your earlier irritated skin. you whined, the sound of your rambling slowly drifting away and getting replaced by just as beautiful moans. you heard her voice but you didn't really understand what she said, nor paid any attention to it, as your mind went blank. your hips kept waving up and down, trying to add to the feeling. your miserable attempts earned either a chuckle or scoff from ellie, but she didn't even try to stop you, enjoying this as much as you.

hooking up with bimbo's might be easy, but making a mess out of a girl smarter than her was way more satisfying.

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atlas-plugged · 1 year

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I haven’t read Atlas since 2005, so I’m stoked to passively ingest snarky commentary.

It always seemed to me that the people around me who were most in love with this book often particularly love the idea that other people should love them regardless of how they treat other people. Like, being a dick, or just not having very good social skills, shouldn’t tarnish the adulation due to Smart People TM, (my super cringe teenage self included) who should run the world.

I’m super curious if this matches your observations.

So I'll tell you about the two people who I most vividly remember loved Atlas Shrugged when I was working at the coffee shop and they saw me reading it.

One person was a young latina woman who had worked her way through college and law school and who had passed the bar a year before and was working overwhelming hours at a law firm where she was getting significant raises on a regular basis. The job was difficult, and she always seemed on the verge of burnout, but she was very firmly entrenched in the idea that hard work paid off and liked the book because it was about people who were brilliant and rich and worked hard anyway and they came out on top in the end.

The other person who loved it was a middle-aged man who worked taking bets at the racetrack and who was a literal, actual VOCAL member of the John Birch Society. He was notable for two habits: he never tipped, and while he never bought his own pack of cigarettes he would also never, ever allow you to *give* him cigarettes, so he would 'bum' smokes from me and pay me a quarter each (this was when a pack cost about five dollars, so that was just about what a cigarette cost). He liked the book because he thought the world was full of moochers (he's the only person I've ever spoken to who would regularly refer to people that way in conversation) and the book was a story where the moochers got what was coming to them for once.

These were VERY different people who took pretty different messages from the book for very different reasons.

I think the central fantasy of Atlas Shrugged is that it is full of characters who are loved and valued for the thing that they most value about themselves. It is a book that is not just about a meritocracy, it is about a Meritopia. It is about people who get the things they want because they are the best at what they do. This is CENTRAL to the story.

The reason I used the term "Matryoshka of Cuckoldry" to describe the relationships is because of this meritocratic point of view. Eddie loves Dagny but is not jealous of the fact that she wants Francisco because Francisco is a better man than Eddie. Francisco wants Dagny, but understands her passion for Hank because Hank is a good man who is currently part of her world in a way that Francisco can't be. Hank *sends her a letter* letting her know that he's okay with her leaving him for Galt because he meets Galt and understands why Dagny can't love Hank anymore once she has met the pinnacle of humanity. Then both of her exes help her rescue her current lover because he is a better man than them.

The Fountainhead has a much more literal cucking thing going on with Dominique marrying and fucking two men who she thinks are much worse than Roark, sullying herself with their lust until Roark chooses to stop sullying himself by operating in a world that doesn't value him the way that she does.

What is the same in both of these novels, and what I think you are pointing at in your ask, is that the horrible characters are loved for the things that they love about themselves, and all of their unloveable traits don't matter.

That is the fantasy that people are getting from Atlas Shrugged, and that's why you might find some real assholes out there "Looking for their Dagny/Galt" (a literal phrase I have seen on Libertarian dating sites!).

And you know what, I can be sympathetic to that.

I was raised to value intellect over everything else. Academic achievement, high test scores, acceptance to a good college, and being smarter and more knowledgeable than all my peers was what I was taught was more important than being kind, or being polite, or making friends, or taking care of my mental health.

That meant that I really, really, really wanted people to love me for how smart I was.

And, well. The thing about that is, I ended up loving and being loved by people who didn't care if I was cruel or selfish, and who didn't mind being cruel or selfish to me.

I'm still kind of an asshole. And since I started dating my spouse within three months of when I first read Atlas Shrugged, it's not a surprise that he doesn't care much if I'm nice to people and is, himself, kind of an asshole (though, notably, he is not an asshole with me and part of me getting better has been both of us learning to draw boundaries on how we are willing to be treated by one another).

But oh my god, I'm never an asshole like I am when I'm around my dad. I'm never as much of a snob as I am when he brings it out in me. I'm never as mean as I am when I'm talking to him. And I've never stopped hearing from my dad that I'm too smart to be doing the job that I'm doing, that I'm too smart to be going back to school for a different degree, that I should be getting a PhD and focusing on one field because that's what I'm best at and the rest of the world should recognize it. I know that's what my dad loves about me more than anything else he loves about me. He thinks I'm smarter than him, and he thinks that's awesome, and he thinks that everything I do that is not about harnessing raw intelligence into an academic career is a waste of my mind and time.

So there is a part of me that deeply identifies with these characters whose best trait is their efficiency, who never bother to be nice because it would slow them down in the process of being perfect. I desperately understand the fantasy of someone saying "you are the best in the world at this one specific thing and I find that so sexy that I don't care about your lack of work/life balance, offputting personality, and total lack of skills unrelated to your area of interest."

(Of note: another part of this fantasy in the novel is that skill in one area translates to skill in others. There's a philosopher who is also an incredible short order cook; there's a banker who is also a brilliant tobacco grower; there's a railroad executive who is also an expert maid because Ayn Rand is so fucking kinky she doesn't know what to do with herself)

That's just, you know, a shitty way to live and means you treat people like crap and sometimes that takes a little while to understand that and figure out how to be less of an asshole.

Also: part of the fantasy is that you actually ARE good enough at any one thing that that's what someone will love you for. Most of us aren't! And that's a good thing actually, because people should love you for more than one aspect of yourself!

I've said it before and I'll say it again: one of the most important things that I've ever come across for my mental health is this image:

[ETA: the image is a print by Nicole Manganelli of Radical Emprints and you can get one here.]

I saw it on Tumblr some time in 2013 or thereabouts and instantly recoiled from it. I was angry about it. It was *WRONG.* At that point, in my mind, ALL that you are were worth was your productivity. That was literally all that you had to offer to the world, and literally all that people could love you for.

That's the Atlas Shrugged mindset. That's what the people who are fans of the book are carrying around in their heads. That's why they think it doesn't matter if they're an asshole, so long as they're rich enough, or work hard enough, or are the best at enough things, or have enough to make up for the fact that they aren't anything outside of their productivity.

But the picture wasn't wrong, I was wrong.

Anyway, I've done a lot of therapy about it and that's the best answer I've come up with.

#matryoshka of cuckoldry #image description in alt

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whatdoeseverybodywant · 1 month

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Sorry Chapter 1

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“Do you even want to get married?” Jonathan Fatu asked his fiancé who rolled her eyes and turned her back to him to finish packing their bags. She was so sick and tired of having the same conversation with him. Everyday it was ‘ when are we gonna get married?’ Like, what was the rush? “Dominique, I know you hear me talking to you.” Jon frowned when she still ignored him and walked past him to make sure theft had no belongings in the bathroom. He scoffed and followed her, blocking her from exiting the bathroom.

“This the shit I'm talking about Dominique. If you don’t wanna be with me nomore, Just say that shit. This is fucking torture. Dominique's eyebrows raised and she looked over at Jon who was already staring at her with his mouth open.

“Excuse me?!”

“Dom-”

“No” He held up her hand stopping him in his tracks. “You know what?” she scoffed, she took her ring off her finger and threw it at him. “I’m done.”

“Aight, so you going to get the scripts for tonight or what?” Jon sighed and stood up from the couch, ignoring the looks his brothers and cousin threw at each other and walked out of the dressing room towards the writers room. He just knew Dom was going to be in there given her best friend was the head writer for Smackdown.

He hadn’t seen Dominique since earlier that morning when she threw her engagement ring in his face and stormed out of the hotel room. He didn’t mean that their relationship was torture. He was just so in love with her and all he wanted to do was marry the love of his life, but she was making it difficult. Every time he asked about the wedding he got shut down or ignored and he was over it.

He took a deep breath and knocked on the door, opening it when Ishana yelled out ‘come in’. Dominique stopped talking as Jon walked into the room. She rolled her eyes as they made eye contact.

“I’m here for the scripts.” He said, feeling his heartache in his chest. Ishana nodded and got up from her desk and walked over to the stack of papers with a sticky note saying “BLOODLINE”.

“Here you go.” She said trying to hand the papers over to Jon but he had turned his attention to Dominique who was pretending to be busy on her phone. Even when she was upset with him, he thought she was the most beautiful person walking the earth, from her chocolate brown skin to her deep brown eyes that he felt were always staring into his soul.

“Dominique, can we talk please?” Ishana shuffled on her feet and the awkward energy in the room. She tried to hand Jon the scripts again but he sucked his teeth and stormed over to Dominique, crouching down in front of her. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean it like that. I’m just frustrated” He tried to grab her hands but she pushed away from him.

“No. You said what you said Jon. You said that being with me is torture.” Ishana’s mouth dropped open and she glared at the back of Jon’s head. Jon groaned and dropped his chin to his chest, letting out a deep sigh.

“That’s not what meant-”

“Well it’s what you said.” She cut him off. “And I don’t want to be with someone who thinks that being with me is torture.” She stood up from her chair and turned towards Ishana. “I’ll see you later.” Ishana nodded and she and Jon watched Dominique leave the room.

“You fucked up.”

Jon sighed and stood up from his crouched down position. “I know, I didn’t mean it though.”

“I know, but you know how Dom is.” Ishana said, placing a comforting hand on his shoulder. “Y’all gon get through this.” Jon nodded, grabbing the scripts out of Ishana’s hand and walking out of the room. He thought about going to find Dominique but decided not to. He knew how she got when she was upset and knew that she wouldn’t want to hear anything he had to say. So he begrudgingly made his way back to the Bloodline’s locker room.

“And his opponent. Accompanied to the ring by Jimmy Uso, he is one half of the Smackdown tag team champions.. JEY USO!” Dominique spoke into the microphone before sitting back down in the time keepers area. She was able to avoid Jon all day and she hoped that he would be professional enough to not say anything to her while he was ringside.

She watched Josh whisper something to Jon and then they both looked over at her causing Dom to suck in a deep breath. Josh nodded and Jon got out of the ring and started walking over towards her. She narrowed her eyes as walked over to lean on the barricade in front of her. “You wanna talk to me now?” Dominique’s jaw dropped open in disbelief.

“You’re not doing this now.” She muttered, placing the microphone down so the conversation wouldn’t get picked up. “I’m not doing this now.” She corrected with a roll of her eyes.

“Stop harassing her.” They both looked over to Randy Orton, who had made his way over to them.

“Aye, this don’t involve you. Pay attention to your homeboy in the ring.” Jon glowered, his upper lip curling as he spoke.

“Nah, you should pay attention to your homeboy.” Jon and Dominique looked towards the ring just in time to see Riddle hit Josh with a kick to the jaw that knocked him on his ass. Jon shot Dom a look before making his way back over to the ring, yelling at Josh.

“You alright? That looked a bit heated” Randy asked and Dom nodded.

“Yeah, i’m fine thank you..” Randy nodded this time, eyes falling on her left ring finger where her engagement ring should be. He smirked but said nothing else as he walked back over to where he was ringside to finish watching the match. She made eye contact with Jon who was watching her with narrowed eyes.

After Jey lost his match, both teams made their way to the back and Dominique's phone had not stopped vibrating in her pocket. She knew it was Jon so she ignored it. Whatever he had to say could wait. Was she being too mean? Maybe, but he should’ve never said loving her was torture.

Smackdown was finally over and she made her way backstage going to find Ishana only to run into Jon holding her tote bag. “How did you - nevermind. Can I have my stuff please?” She asked, crossing her arms over her chest.

“Not until you talk to me, Dominique.” She rolled her eyes and stomped her foot like a child.

“Jon, just give me my stuff. Ishana’s waiting on me.”

“So you riding with her?”

“Yes, I do not want to be around you right now, Jon. I really don’t understand why you don’t understand that.”

“Because you’re my fiance.”

“Am I? I mean.” She trailed off and turned her attention to Josh who was standing behind Jon looking beyond awkward. “Josh, would you tell your fiance that loving her was like torture.”

“That’s not what I said Dominique”

“I , uh-” Josh stuttered looking at his twin.

“Exactly,” She then turned her attention back to Jon, holding her hand out for her bag, “Just give me my stuff so I can go, please. I don’t want to argue with you.”

“Whatchu mean go? Are we not going back to the same hotel room?” He asked confused and Dominique shook her head.

“No, I decided to stay with Ishana tonight.” She said, still holding her hand out for her bag. “It’s what’s best for us right now.” Jon pursed his lips and thrusted her bag in her hands before walking away from her.

“You alright sis?” Josh questioned, walking over to give Dominique a hug which she accepted.

“I’ll be fine, I promise.” She said giving him another hug before walking out of the building.

“Damn you okay?” Ishana asked as Dominique entered the car and slammed the door behind her.

“Sorry Sha, I ran into Jon.” Dominique nodded and started driving towards the hotel.

“Yeah, he came and snatched your bag and ran off before I could stop him.” Ishana said and both women rolled their eyes at Jon’s antics. “What caused him to say loving you was torture?”

“He brought up the wedding” Ishana cut her eyes at Dom.

“Okay…” She trailed off

“And he keeps bringing up the wedding. We’ve only been engaged for nine months Sha, we have more than enough time.”

“Babe. 9 months is a long time. You and I both know that man loves the crap outta you and just wants to marry you. It’s been all he has been talking about since he proposed.”

“Yeah well.. The wedding is obviously off.” Now at a red light, Ishana turned her attention to Dominique.

“Girl stop playing, You know damn well you don’t mean that. You and the man love each other to death and this ain't the first time Jon done said some dumb shit out his mouth.” Both women let out a chuckle “ I mean you wanted to marry him right?” Dominique didn’t say anything. “Dom?” Dominique huffed and shrugged.

“I think I do.” Dominique sighed and rubbed her temples. She felt a headache coming on. “It’s just like he wants to get married tomorrow and wants to start having kids and move into a bigger house. It’s too much at once.”

“Have you told him that?” Dominique nodded and scoffed.

“Yeah, he tells me that I need to grow up and that he needs more from me than just accepting his proposal.” Ishana silently agreed with Jon, but she also felt bad for her friend. Ishana knew Dominique too well and could tell that there was something holding Dominique back from marrying Jon.

“Fuck it, we’re going out tonight.” Ishana said sending a quick text message to Kayla and Carmella.

“Sha no - “

“Dom, yes. You need a night to unwind and relax and if we stay in the hotel all night all we’re going to do is get drunk and talk about Jon. So let’s go out, get drunk and talk about Jon.” Dominique sighed already knowing Ishana wasn’t going to take ‘no’ for an answer.

“Fine.” rolling her eyes, Dominique reached into her bag to fish out her phone that she threw in there after Jon had given it back to her. Her eyebrows furrowed as her hand made contact with a velvet box that she knew was not in there earlier. Pulling the item out, she rolled her eyes as she opened it to find her engagement ring.

“Meet you back here in one hour.” Ishana said, pointing her finger at Dominique. “If you’re not here I will come find you.” Dominique rolled her eyes with a smile and gave her a lazy finger salute, before walking on the elevator as the doors opened up.

As the elevator doors shut Dominique finally let the facade fall. Tears threatening to fall as thoughts of her and Jon not being together anymore crossed her mind. It wasn’t that she didn't love him, because she did, with her whole heart. And she did want to marry him, just at her own pace. Jon knew about her hesitation towards getting married since their third date and he was still pressuring her to hurry up, was being engaged not good enough for him right now?

“Please be with Josh, Please be with Josh.” Dominique whispered to herself as she unlocked the hotel room door and pushed it open, luck was apparently not on her side as Jon was lounging on the bed scrolling on his phone.

‘Hi,” Dom whispered as she walked further into the room, placing her suitcase on the edge of the bed.

“Hey” Jon whispered back, not taking his eyes off of her. “Can we talk now?”

“Jon.” Dominique groaned, as she riffled through her bag, looking for something to wear. “I don’t want to fight with you.”

“Well I want to fight for you Dominique.” She said nothing as she gathered up all her essentials for her shower, she was almost inside the bathroom when Jon called out to her. “Do you still want to be with me?”

That stopped her in her tracks, “Of course I want to be with you Jon.”

“So why everytime I bring up the wedding, you get like this? I love you and just want to marry you Dom.”

“Listen, we can talk about that later.” She turned around again but he grabbed her arm stopping her.

“Nah, we gonna talk about it now. You my other half and I need you to fuckin’ talk to me Dom.” He said getting slightly agitated with her. “Cause right now I dont know what the fuck is happening.”

“Jon, let's talk about it later.” She stressed, trying to walk away again but his grip tightened. “Jon let me go.”

He shook his head. “No, talk to me.”

“Fine!” She exploded. “You keep bringing up us getting married like you want us to get married tomorrow. Is that what you want? Fine! As soon as we land in Florida we’ll go to the courthouse and get married! Is that what you want?!”

“No, that’s not what I want Dom, I want you to want to marry me. Not do it because you feel like I'm houding you.”

“Buy you are.” She stressed, “you're pressuring me to get married knowing how I feel! I accepted your proposal. Isn’t that enough right now?”

He furrowed his eyebrows at her. “Pressuring you? It’s been 9 fuckin’ months Dom!”

“Yes, pressuring me. I accepted your proposal, I’m still here with you and if that's not enough for you then maybe you should go find somebody else then. Somebody who wants to move at your pace.”

“Get the fuck outta here with that shit Dom. That’s what you gon say to me really?” She just huffed and held her arms out.

“Well what do you want from me Jon?” They were both getting frustrated.

“ I just want one fuckin’ step from you just one!” He said holding up his index finger. “ I need something else besides you accepting my proposal. Have you even looked at dresses yet?” When she didn’t say anything he scoffed. “See that’s what I’m fucking talking about!” He said, starting to raise his voice. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath “You know what..” he opened his eyes and Dom felt her heart crack at the look of pain in them. “Imma go stay with Josh. I can’t even look at you right now…”

Heyyy 🙂

First chapter of the rewrite.. i'm loving it so far.. how about y'all?

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bluerthanvelvet444 · 15 days

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(Kit Walker x fem!reader)

tags: fluff!

warnings: mentions of torture, swearing, use of Y/N.

summary: this fic is based on this request!

character count: 6k.

full fic under the cut ↓

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When you first heard about him, the mere thought of the things he was capable of doing sounded repulsive to you. He hadn't even walked into Briarcliff, yet everyone already despised him. Most of the people in that hellhole weren't pure or without sin, although they judged like they were the divine Lord himself. You had to admit, it was horribly wrong and fucked up to kill 3 women, including your wife, decapitating them and using their skin as a mask. You even knew that the devil could be hiding under the most beautiful facade, but still, something inside of you when you first saw him, told you that Kit Walker couldn't have possibly been the tremendous Bloody Face. Maybe it was Briarcliff that with its influence was able to turn sane people completely mad, but you swore that when Kit Walker's eyes met yours for the first time, the world's colors lit up and a lovely R&B melody started ringing in your ears.

♫ Hold me… ♫

Wondrous brown eyes, as sweet as chocolate and as tough as Mahogany wood, piercing into yours, communicating something for which words weren’t enough.

♫ Kiss me… ♫

Furrowed brows showing a glimpse of the frustrating confusion, due to the previous merciless treatment, and the feeling of repulsion for the load of inhuman madness confined in those walls.

♫ Whisper sweetly… ♫

For a second you were brought by your imagination to a different reality, you fantasized about what life would be like if you were in your cushy house, vacuuming your beige carpet, as your beloved husband Kit just came home from work. You would wrap your arms around him, welcoming him in an intimate embrace, as he reciprocated and maybe pecked your lips softl-

But no. That was far from reality. This thought and the vexatious notes of the song “Dominique” made you snap back from your thoughts. You observed as he made its way towards you. That caused an almost instant blush to burn on your cheeks, as he was now standing in front of you.

“Can ya move?” He spoke with a deep raspy voice.

You realized you were blocking the access for him to sit on one of the chairs. Before you could mutter out a response, a random guy started provoking Kit, causing his rude response that led to a fight between the two.

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You quietly made your way towards the cell where they kept him after the conflict. Creating a mediocre distraction, you managed to steal the keys from Sister Mary Eunice’s grip. Discreetly opening the door, you sneaked in. The first thing you saw was Kit Walker’s perplexed expression as he inspected you while squirming inside the straitjacket.

“Shhh…It’s okay…I’m not one of them.” You hushed him softly.

“Whaddaya want?” He spoke in a brusque manner.

“I just wanna talk…I’m Y/N.” You cooed.

He looked at you up and down, keeping on alert.

“Kit, Kit Walka’...I think ya already know that, dontcha?”

“Yes…Everyone talks about you, most in a bad way, uhm…But I don’t believe the things they say…” You said looking down.

“Is that so?” He raised an eyebrow.

“I mean…I heard your story just…not from you. And I-I know for a fact that most of the backstories of the souls that live here are, well, made up… fake. There’s more innocent people than you think.” You shrugged, sitting down next to him.

“I’m listening. What’s yer story, suga’?” He nodded.

You felt your cheeks burn and started speaking.

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Time had passed in the asylum, and surprisingly, you didn’t feel so miserable anymore. He made everything fall back into place. When you two shared your stories, it was clear that you were both victims of a giant mistake, your pasts being more pure than the ones of the people who locked you two there. You and Kit kept spending more and more time together, you had grown to be inseparable, always together. You felt suffocated when he wasn’t around, only the blues playing in your ears. Who knew you could find love inside such a cruel building?

It almost felt like life in Briarcliff could be normal, thanks to him. But, of course, that was only imaginary.

You sneaked in his cell, again. Your cheeks burning, not out of embarrassment this time, but because of the salty tears that kept rolling on them. His generosity was both a blessing and a flaw, something that you loved and despised, because it led to dishonesties like these. When you both tried to escape and got caught, he took all the blame on himself, gaining 40 lashes.

You hurried towards his bed, sinking onto your knees and breaking down into sobs.

“I-I’m so sorry!” You kept repeating, your voice cracking.

He smiled softly and caressed your hair.

“Ya got nothin’ to apologize for, suga’. It wasn’t yer fault.” He grunted as he sat up, his body still hurting. He reached to cup your face, and aligned his eyes with yours, so that he could look into them with his lovely gaze.

“Hey now…don’t cry, darlin’. I’m here, we’ll get through this togetha’, yes?” He spoke sweetly. Your arms weakly wrapped around his neck.

“I-I can’t do this anymore, Kit…I hate this place-” You cried.

“Shhh…” He wiped your tears away with his thumb and pecked your nose gently.

“I know, I know it’s hard and ya wanna leave…and I promise we will. We’re gonna leave this shithole soon…then we’ll be finally free.” His words melted your heart.

“...Will we live together?” You looked up at him with teary eyes.

“Yea, of course we will, darlin’.” He smiled.

“Like a normal couple?” Your words seeked his comfort.

“Yes, suga’. We will be a normal couple with a normal life. Whaddaya say?” He asked, to which you nodded.

“You know I’m gonna marry ya as soon as we get out of here, suga’?” His words made a faint blush rise on your face.

“Really?” You batted your lashes at him.

“Yea. I wanna marry ya. I wanna have babies with ya. I wanna do everything with ya by my side. And ya wanna know why? Because I love ya, darlin’.” He wrapped his strong arms around you, while connecting your lips in a soft gentle kiss. You kissed back, mumbling a quiet “Love you too” against his lips that moved in sync with yours.

So you stayed there, his comforting and strong arms wrapped around you and his hand running in your hair as your bodies were pressed up in a tight intimate embrace. Your eyelids started to feel heavy, as you fighted the urge to fall asleep.

“It’s only me and ya, togetha’.” He whispered soothingly in your ear.

“Foreva’.” He added, his lips pressing against your temple sweetly.

You smiled tiredly, as you heard his words and the soft melody playing again.

♫ Hold me, kiss me,

Whisper sweetly

That you love me

Forever. ♫

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a/n: aaahhhh I'm sorry this is so short😭 I'm so busy lately!! but anyways, i hope you like it.🧡

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castle-of-ruin · 3 months

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A/N: Hi! So, this story has been in the works forever. I've always wanted to write for Deacon. I've always wanted to write Bodyguard!Deacon specifically. It's something I've thought about from the very beginning of my journey with Swat. I find it important to clarify that this is an au. The events that take place in this story are completely and utterly my own. They are made up and not true. I hope that, as readers, you enjoy this as much as I enjoyed writing it.

Rating: 18+ MDNI

Pairing: Bodyguard!Deacon x f!Reader

Reminder: This is a bodyguard au. It in no way relates to the actual plot of Swat.

Warnings: mentions of injuries, violence, death threats. There are no explicit descriptions of the readers' body type or other features. Brief use of the word 'her', reader is not named, and there is no use of y/n. Mutual pining, use of the word sweetheart.

Other characters: Jim Street, Dominique Luca, Daniel "Hondo" Harrelson

Word Count - 3.2k

Author's Note 2: If I forgot any content warnings please let me know. Once again I hope anyone who reads this story enjoys you. Feedback, reblogs, comments, likes are all welcome and much appreciated. I'm really putting myself out there by posting this story. It's personal and something I'm so passionate about. Happy Reading!!

Disclaimer: I do not condone people taking my work and reposting it as their own. Do not steal my work.

Adding some visual inspiration for the people who care💕

In the Beginning

When you first began working with criminals, you never expected your life to be threatened. Sure, there were risks of taking a job like this, but all you were asked to do was to determine whether or not a person was classified as fit to go to trial. That meant oftentimes you had to postpone hearings and trials due to a person's mental capacity.

You understood how upsetting it could be and you understood why people would blame you for justice not being brought forward. It was easy to empathize with those people, but it didn't mean your life needed to be in danger.

The first night your life was threatened you were just getting home from a grueling day in the office. Your feet ached and your stomach grumbled. Upon your arrival home you found a note taped to your front door. You tilted your head inspecting the letter before you ripped it off the door. Bile rose in your throat as you read the letter.

I will kill you for what you've done

The note was scribbled haphazardly and hardly legible, but you were well aware of what it said. Never in your four years of working had you needed to go to the cops. People you'd worked with time and time again.

The Los Angeles Police Department was unhelpful when it came to answering your pleas. It wasn't until you went to your childhood friend Jim Street that you were finally heard.

You hadn't seen Jim in over 3 years. After he left for swat the two of you hadn't had much time to get together anymore. You spoke occasionally, but had no time to really see each other anymore.

When you showed up at his door he was surprised to see you. The greeting was cut short, you were rushed and scared. As you explained everything to Jim, Luca, Jim's roommate and coworker listened carefully. He was actively trying to think of a way to get you helped out.

"What about Deac's security business?" He piped in.

The two of them looked at one another.

They spoke briefly to one another about their old coworker. Explaining to you how Deacon departed from SWAT and took up doing security details full time. You nodded as you listened to them. It wasn't a bad idea, but you didn't know how long it would be before something would take place.

As if they heard you in your head they had already made the phone call. Luca spoke briefly with someone on the phone, you assumed it was Deacon. Jim smiled softly at you, trying his best to give you some kind of comfort.

You stayed with Jim and Luca while you waited for Deacon to arrive. You felt safe with them and you took advantage of the opportunity to rest. With eyes closed you lulled to sleep for the first time in days.

Your slumber was rudely interrupted by a warm hand on your shoulder. The action made you jump, and your eyes searched for the culprit. Jim smiled at you sheepishly, apologizing with his eyes more so than with words.

"Sorry, didn't mean to scare you." He told you.

"It's okay, just, jumpy is all." He nodded his head in understanding.

"He's here." Jim stated.

You got up and followed Jim out of the den and back into the living room. Luca talked to another man, you assumed it was Deacon.

Luca turned when he saw you come into the room. His face lit up, he had already accepted you as one of his people.

"Hey Deac, this is her." He patted the man on the shoulder and he turned to face you and Jim.

You hadn't paid him much attention before he turned, but you were shocked to say the least. He was a surprisingly handsome man, and it made your heart pound in your chest.

In the few seconds before Luca introduced the two of you, you allowed your eyes to trace over him. The hair on his head was mostly gray aside from the occasional dark strand here and there, his beard joined in the majority of gray. The black t-shirt he wore hid no ounce of his muscled form. You wondered if he wore a shirt two sizes too small on purpose.

A clearing of a throat disturbed your thoughts. You blinked rapidly and pulled your eyes away from Deacon. Luca introduced the two of you and you shook Deacon's hand. Heat creeped up your neck as he stared down at you, with a soft smile.

The smile slowly faded and he crossed his arms over his chest becoming serious.

"Luca tells me you need some protection? Care to explain the story to me a little bit?" He asked.

You nodded, and took a seat on Luca and Jim's couch. You explained the story to him as thoroughly as you could. Jim grabbed your shoulder in comfort a couple of times when the emotions overwhelmed you.

"This isn't the usual detail my team and I take on, but you're a friend of a friend. I'll make sure you're safe. I'll work on this personally." He nodded to you and to Jim.

Tears welled in your eyes.

"Thank you Deacon." He smiled and nodded again.

"Of course. Now, first things first. You need a safe house of some sort while I work with my team to track down the people after you. Is there somewhere you can think of that won't be public knowledge?" He asked you.

You thought about it for a moment before you nodded.

"I do.”

Present

The cabin air was frigid as you made your way back inside. Placing the firewood in its rightful place you take a piece and set it on the fire. Rubbing your hands together you enjoy the warmth seeping into your skin. A car pulling into the driveway draws your attention away from the fire.

Getting up you make your way to the window on high alert. Your guard falls when you spot Deacon getting out of his car. You watch as he scans the area before coming to the front door. He knocks twice on the door and you go over to it to open it.

When he enters he hands you the bag in his hand.

"What's this?" You ask.

Deacon smiles softly, "Dessert." He states and you peer inside.

Your smile widens upon seeing apple pie and vanilla ice cream in the bag.

"Damn, Deacon, I'm surprised you got something so unhealthy." You laugh.

He shakes his head, "I eat ice cream."

"Doesn't look like it." You mutter to yourself.

"What did you say?" He asks.

"Nothing. Ignore me." You shake your head.

Taking the bag into the kitchen you unload everything into the freezer. You notice dishes still left over from this morning in the sink and go over to wash them. Under the running water your thoughts drift over the past 2 months.

It felt like nothing was happening. You felt stuck, and frozen. Like a prisoner with nowhere else to go. This was meant to be for your own protection, but being stuck in your family's old cabin in the woods was driving you to madness. Plus, being stuck here with Deacon, alone for all hours of the day was testing every amount of strength and willpower you have. Which was just about none when it came to the older man.

Since the beginning of month 2 things have felt different between the two of you. In month one Deacon wouldn't even sit on the same couch as you. He always sat in the chair furthest from you at the small table in the dining room, and he never looked at you for a moment more than necessary.

Now, something was different.

He sits next to you on the couch and actually joins you when you watch tv. Now, he doesn't hide his lingering gaze, nor does he sit in the chair furthest from you when you eat. The subtle changes in his behavior drove you mad.

From the very beginning you were heavily attracted to him. Now, even more so.

"Hey," Deacon's voice draws you from your thoughts.

"You okay?" He asks. Coming forward and leaning against the counter.

Your eyes are drawn to the way his arms bulge as he crosses his arms over his chest. You gulp and look away.

"Yeah, I'm fine. Why do you ask?"

He chuckles and leans forward, your breath catches in your throat as you look up at him. He switches the water off and leans back against the counter. You let out a breath and close your eyes.

"You were washing the same dish for 10 minutes. Obviously something is wrong." He states.

"10 minutes?" You ask and he nods.

You let out a deep sigh and grip the edge of the sink. Tears well in your eyes and you decide not to hold them back any longer. You let yourself cry and put your head in your hands as you lean on the sink. Deacon touches your back and you allow yourself to lean into it. He rubs soothing circles on your back and allows you to cry.

After a while you sniffle and wipe your face.

"I'm sorry." You wipe at your eyes and look over at him.

His smile is sad as he looks at you. Deacon swipes a stray tear from your cheeks and cups your face in his hand. He leans in as if he's going to kiss you but, then the moment is broken when something clicks in his head and he pulls away clearing his throat.

"Don't be sorry. I'm gonna go contact my team. See if there's any updates." With that he exits the kitchen.

Fuck. You think to yourself.

For the rest of the day Deacon avoided you like the plague. It made you feel even worse than you already did. Loneliness pangs in your chest as you sit on the couch and aimlessly scroll through the channels.

Deacon busts into the room and you jump.

"We have to go now." He states, throwing your jacket at you.

Jumping to your feet you throw the jacket on and follow Deacon to the back of the cabin. You grip his jacket tightly in your hand trying to stay close to him. He turns and looks at you, pressing one of his fingers to his lips.

He opens the door quietly and inches out slowly. Deacon grasps your hand in his and drags you out into the woods. The two of you run for a while before he stops.

"You see that ridge up there?" He asks pointing.

"Yes," You pause looking at him.

"Go. Get up there and hide. Don't come out until I come get you." He instructs.

You grip his arm. "Deacon, what if you don't come back?"

He grips his phone in his back pocket and places it in your hands.

"Call, Street. Tell him where we are. Tell him to send the team." He states.

You nod, with tear filled eyes, and trembling lips. Releasing his hand you take off up the hill and hide. Pulling Deacons phone out of your pocket you dial Jim.

"Hey Deac,"

"Jim, it's me. Deacon told me to tell you to send the team. Hurry Jim. I'm scared." You sob.

"Where are you?" He rushes out.

"Near the Oregon border." You stutter out.

"Keep the line open, we're tracking Deac's phone." You nod, but he can't see you.

Gunshots could be heard in the distance. Tears fall freely now, rolling down your cheeks.

"Got it, we're on the way. Stay hidden." He urges and the line goes dead.

You pull your knees as close to your body as you can trying to hide away in the dark nook. The gunshots fade in the distance and your heart races faster. Every part of you wants to run and see if Deacon was okay, but you listened and stayed put.

After what felt like forever a helicopter could be heard overhead. Staying in your hiding spot you close your eyes and hope they make it to you soon. You were freezing.

After a few more minutes you could hear voices and footsteps. Some shouting out how many people were dead, others asking where Deacon was. You heard Jim's voice in the distance calling for you. Now you got up from your hiding spot and went tumbling down the hill. You ran as fast as you could back in the direction of the cabin.

"Jim!" You yell his name when you finally see him.

He comes running towards you and you slam into him. Hugging him tightly, tears once again falling freely. His hand goes to the back of your head as he holds you close.

When you pull away you search his eyes seeing if they hold anything.

"Where's Deacon?" You ask.

There it was. Jim averts his eyes from you for a brief moment. Something the normal eye would never pick up. You grip his arm tightly.

"Jim please, tell me." You beg.

"He's alive, but he's been shot. Plus some other injuries. He wasn't conscious when we wheeled him out of here." He tells you truthfully.

Your shoulders sag. "Is he going to be okay?" You ask.

"We don't know yet. Come on, let's get you out of here." Jim wraps his arm around you.

"But, it's not safe." You stop.

"It is now. Has he not told you?" Jim asks.

You tilt your head. "What do you mean?"

"Deacon, and his team were able to locate the men who threatened your life. He had me, Hondo and the rest of the team go in and take them down." He pauses for a moment.

"Some got away. They had found your location and we couldn't get to them before they left. We were just barely able to warn Deacon before they showed up." He finishes.

You haven't cried this much since your childhood pet died when you were 16. A part of you died that day with him. Now, here you were crying over a man you may never get to see again because he too might be dead.

Jim leads you to the helicopter and helps you get in the seat before doing so himself. You watch the land below get smaller and darker the higher into the air you go. Jim grabs your hand and squeezes it for a moment. You know it was him trying to comfort you. Jim had never been good at that.

Being able to go back to your home felt wrong. It was crazy to think that two months living in the unknown would change your entire view on your life. You desperately want to go to the hospital to see Deacon. Make sure he's okay for yourself, or see for yourself he's not okay.

Jim agrees to take you to the hospital. Upon arrival you notice how many people were there for Deacon. He was held in high regard amongst his former teammates. It was a sight to see.

Someone calls your name and you look in the direction of the voice. The man you knew as Hondo approaches you.

"We've heard a lot about you. It's nice to finally meet you." He tells you with a genuine smile.

You nod, unable to form words of any kind. Your throat was sore and scratchy. Making it feel impossible to speak at the moment. You need water. Once again reading your mind, Jim appears with a bottle of water in hand. You smile thankfully at him.

"Thanks." You croak out.

You find a seat and wait with the rest of the people in the waiting room. The hours tick by as all of you wait for an update on Deacon.

Three hours after you get to the hospital a doctor comes out of the OR doors. Everyone stands, and the doctor's eyes widen.

"Are all of you here for Mr. Kay?" He asks.

Everyone nods. The doctor takes his glasses off and wipes them before adjusting them to his face once more.

"He's going to be fine. Recovery will suck, but he will recover. Gunshot wound, cracked ribs, fractured arm, the list goes on. It's a good thing he has all of you." He nods.

"Can we see him?" Your quiet voice pokes through the crowd.

"It's after visiting hours, but I can allow one of you back." He states.

You expect someone to go back and see him, but when no one does you step forward. Jim nods at you. You found it odd the people who have known Deacon the longest would allow someone who's only known him for two months be with him while in this position.

The doctor nods and gestures for you to follow him. He leads you down the hall of hospital rooms and stops when he reaches Deacon's door.

"I'll have them bring in some blankets and pillows. If you don't plan to stay, let me know." He states.

"No, I'm staying." He nods and leaves.

You examine the small hospital room. The monitor beeps to the rhythm of Deacon's heart. This is the first time you've seen him in over 5 hours. You weren't sure if you ever would.

Taking him in you frown at the sight of him. A bandage on his left cheekbone, busted lip, a splint on his right arm. He was a mess, all because he was protecting you.

You pull the chair over to him and sit down beside him.

"Damn you, Deacon." You whisper.

You grab his open hand into your own, looping your thumb around his. He didn't close his hand around yours, but that didn't matter. Feeling his pulse thump in his wrist was enough. You lean your head down and place it on the bed, closing your eyes. Allowing yourself to take in his warmth. Meaning he was very much alive.

A nurse enters the room and gives you a soft smile before setting up the small bed in the corner of the room. You silently thank her. Your eyes snap to Deacon when you feel his fingers wrap about your hand.

His eyes are just barely open as he looks at you.

"I'm sorry." He croaks out.

"Sorry? Why are you sorry." You raise your eyebrows at him.

"Scaring you."

"Deac, you saved my life. You have nothing to apologize for. I'm the one who needs to apologize. I'm the reason you almost died." You grip his hand tighter.

He laughs, then groans in pain.

"It was my job sweetheart. You don't have to apologize either." He reassures you.

"I guess we both need to stop apologizing." You laugh out.

"I guess so." He gives a small smile.

You rub his arm softly and he watches you do so.

"You should get some rest." You tell him as you stand up.

He watches as you lean over and press a kiss to his cheek. Your breath catches in your throat as you linger a moment longer contemplating things in your head. His beard scratches your cheek as you loop your arm around his neck in an awkward hug.

"I'll be right here if you need me." You tell him.

He nods. Flicking the light in the hospital room off you make your way to the small bed in the corner and try to sleep.

"Goodnight Deac."

"Goodnight Sweetheart.”

Tagging a few who may want to read it : @obiknights @chelseasdagger @streakyglasses

A big big thank you to @spnshortcake for encouraging me to post this. I'm grateful for you. Thank you love ❤️.

#oaks writing #deacon x reader #david “deacon” kay #swat fanfic

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dyemelikeasunset · 8 months

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(jfc 3K word count blurb about my babygirls I GUESS. This takes place between the end of you&i and t he beginning of dom&mor)

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After all of that was taken care of, but before they moved in together, Morgan and Dom spent several months working on themselves.

Mor was doing her best not to UHaul like she did with her past relationships. Part of her was hoping Dominique didn't even know what it meant, part of her also hoped Dom would ask first. But she was patient, she had to be patient. Domi was doing physical therapy and getting back in touch with her agency, getting her life back together.

Morgan was too-- she was still juggling her mental health and work, and she knew they both had to take it slow-- but the nights alone were getting harder and harder. On the best nights, Mor would get restless and not be able to stop thinking about Domi, wondering how she was doing, if she was eating, if she was lonely, if she missed Mor the same way.

On the worst nights alone, she kept remembering everything that happened and still felt anxiety being in her apartment by herself. It was gone now-- that's what Domi told her every time she visited, and Whisper didn't hiss at the closet anymore-- but the bad memories always swirled together into an unease and emptiness that made the apartment linger with an aura.

But it was too soon to think about how they would progress their relationship. Too soon to start thinking about moving in. Truthfully, Mor didn't even know if Dom wanted to live together. She tried not to think about that possibility.

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It took a full month after Domi's physical therapy ended before she invited Mor to come to her place. She promised she'd gotten more furniture. "There's, um, I have a couch now," Dom had told Morgan shyly on the phone. Mor couldn't help but laugh incredulously, but gently. She was proud of her and agreed to visit.

Mor hadn't been to Dom's apartment since everything had happened. It wasn't until she was pulling up to the highrise complex that she realized it was actually her first time driving there. She texted Dom if she could park in her designated parking spot. Dom texted back that she forgot she had one, and then, "Of course you can park there. You know I don't have a car, you can always park there from now on." Mor could practically hear that shy little smile in Dom's voice from her text. Before that moment, Morgan didn't know parking could feel romantic.

Domi had ordered in dinner and had it all set out on the table by the time Mor came through the door. The apartment was still abysmally empty, but there was a couch, as promised. Mor knew she was working on it, on having things to call her own, but kept trying to tell herself it was Dom's minimalist aesthetic to keep herself from worrying.

They ate, talked, updated each other on how life was going. Mor found herself rambling about her latest project while tangled up in Domi's long legs on the new couch. Dom was watching her with that fascinated and warm look in her eyes, that look that made Morgan feel incredibly shy and peter off. Dom asked her some questions to prompt her back into talking, but Mor was feeling so warm under her gaze that she couldn't find it in her anymore. She leaned in and kissed her instead, realizing she hadn't kissed Domi in months. Mor tried to pull back before she got too desperate, but Dom's eyes smiled at her in that lovedrunk way that Morgan couldn't look away from. She cupped Mor's face and lulled her into a second kiss, and a third, and the count melted together after that.

By the time they finished kissing, Mor was laying fully on top of her, face cradled in Dom's neck. Dom pet her hair gently, always careful to not tangle her fingers through it, holding her close, safely. Mor let the rise and fall of Dom's chest comfort her as she traced the scar on her neck.

Going home that night was one of the most painful things Morgan ever had to do.

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The next time, Mor was the one who popped the question. During the last visit, she had seen how empty and weirdly clean Dom's refrigerator was while they tidied after dinner. Mor couldn't stop worrying so she texted Dom if she could come over to make her dinner. Domi was surprised but agreed enthusiastically. Morgan fed Whisper extra well that afternoon before driving over with her mountain of tupperware. She was determined to make enough to have leftovers to last Dom a week at the least.

Parking in Dom's spot again made her smile. "Mor, you're being an idiot," she hissed at herself before grabbing her bag and making her way inside.

When Dom answered the door, Mor could tell from the slightly damp hair that fell in her face that Domi had just finished getting ready. Morgan couldn't stop the huge smile that spread on her face. It was always so cute to see Dom get excited, and even though Mor tried and tried to convince herself she wasn't that special, even her bad self-esteem had to make concessions when Dom acted so obviously eager to see her. Maybe it was Dom's lack of dating experience-- lack of even understanding romantic feelings before now-- that made her so easy to read. Like she didn't even know hiding your feelings was part of the dating game. She was honest and innocent and it was somehow touching.

As Mor set up in the kitchen, Domi kept hovering, being accommodating and asking if she could help. Mor finally caved. It was hard to say no when Dom was being so sweet and fussy. Morgan found out that Domi is actually very good at cutting vegetables, but that she didn't know the difference between boiling and braising.

Mor did manage to make a pile of leftovers. As she was explaining how to best store and reheat them, she noticed Dom writing the instructions down diligently. She tried but failed not to laugh at Domi's sincerity.

After dinner, Dom showed Mor her new closet, bed and headboard-- the whole thing was really fancy actually. Mor worried about Dom's savings, but Domi insisted everything was going well.

They sat on the bed and talked about the latest novel they were both reading, and as the hours dragged on, Mor found herself tangled in Dom's legs again, found herself laying on Domi and kissing her again, found herself feeling less satisfied than last time. She stared, lost, in Domi's expressions, before realizing it was past midnight. Mor panicked and sat up abruptly, but Domi blurted out that she should stay the night. Morgan argued weakly that she didn't bring a toothbrush or change of clothes-- she didn't bring her bonnet either but she wasn't sure if she was ready to let Dom see that side of her. Domi desperately held onto Morgan's wrist and stuttered "You can wear my clothes, and-- and there's a 24/7 CVS on the corner."

"Domi, you want to buy a toothbrush at this hour? It'll be so," Mor couldn't stop her giggle, "it'd be so obvious--"

"What's wrong with that..?"

Mor stopped giggling and she let her eyes focus on Dom, taking in the quiet desperation in her eyes. It never struck her that Domi would be feeling lonely too, even though she knew Dom was a really lonely person. Mor felt a squeeze in her chest.

"Okay Baby, let's go."

It was only by a year, but when Dom smiled like that, Morgan remembered she was younger and would be overwhelmed with the desire to dote on her.

They threw their shoes on and ran downstairs into the now 2am night. Mor was shocked to see how fast Dom could run in 4-inch heels. Why didn't she put on sneakers? Dom laughed at the question and admitted between gasps of air that she doesn't own sneakers. The CVS employee stared at them tired but knowingly, just as Mor feared but somehow couldn't bring herself to care anymore. Domi's excitement melted away all her anxiety. It wasn't until they were running back to the apartment that Mor realized Dom had also bought a box of ice cream. Her breath made little white puffs in the night air as she laughed. It reminded her of the time they were almost caught by the security guard for playing on the roped-off mall piano.

Morgan never knew brushing her teeth could be fun.

As they tangled up in bed, Morgan could still feel the silly exhilaration pulsing through her body. Her legs rubbed all over Dom as they both giggled and suddenly Mor felt the months of abstinence catching up to her. She stared at Dom in the dark, wondering, but trying to suppress it. They were having such a sweet night and they were just supposed to sleep and Dom was still figuring it out and, and-- Dom's pitch black eyes pierced through the dark and Mor tried to breathe but she couldn't. As the quiet settled between them, Morgan couldn't stop herself from squeezing her legs around Dom. She swore Dom could hear her swallow.

As if reading her mind, Dom quietly asked if she could take care of her. Morgan couldn't even try to hide it, but even in the dark, her eyes had acclimated enough to see the gentle smile that melted her insecurities away. There was something about the way Domi was straight-forward, the way her low voice whispered very gently but directly, lovingly, "Let's have sex," that made Morgan's head swim and chest swell. Feeling the bed shift as Dom moved on top of her sent an ache pulsing through her hips. She missed the feeling of holding onto Dom's broad, bare shoulders, feeling her shoulder blades tense and move under her fingernails as she dug in. She missed the smell of Dom's cologne mixing with her sweat, missed the way her soft voice got heavier as she started panting. She missed her wide hands and the way they held her possessively and sunk into her deeply, missed the way Dom looked down at her like she was the most precious thing in the world. She missed her, she missed her.

The next morning, Domi took Morgan out for breakfast at a nearby cafe before seeing her off. Mor went home in a daze and tried to supress the desire to UHaul for the hundredth time.

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Another night, Domi texted Mor out of the blue saying she was nearby after a photoshoot. Mor immediately invited her over.

It'd been a while since Domi had been to her place, but Whisper still remembered her and still had the same strange, quiet obsession with her. Domi was learning how to play with her better, even though she was still adorably awkward. Morgan made them dinner and Domi excitedly told Mor about the jobs she was picking up. They kept talking on Mor's twin bed, tangled together out of necessity this time. Mor's apartment was so much smaller and so much more cluttered, but Dom always seemed to like it. She would ask Mor about all her little trinkets and wall art, always seeming to find a new interesting thing. It reminded her of the first time Dom asked about her tattoos. After her show and tell, Mor decided to gift Dom one of the little figures on her bookshelf. If it had been anyone else, Mor would have laughed, but seeing Dom reverently hold a Sanrio figurine in her big hand made Mor so unbelievably happy. "Yes, Baby, you can keep it. Please keep it." Dom looked ready to cry.

They ended up talking too long again, so Mor invited Dom to stay over this time. Domi smiled shyly and said she actually did have a toothbrush in her purse.

"So you were planning this?"

"Maybe..."

Mor laughed. She was so happy.

They cuddled all night. Morgan wanted to sleep like that for the next five thousand years.

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Between the visits and overnight stays, Mor noticed that Domi would sometimes forget her clothes at Morgan's apartment. She asked for permission the first time, but soon started wearing Dom's shirts without asking. It was never her buttonups, they were too tight and better for hugging as she fell asleep, but Dom had some pullovers and tees that started making a permanent residence in Mor's closet. She always giggled at seeing the brand name tags. Mor would only give them back when the smell started to fade. She couldn't bring herself to confess to Dom that she had masturbated while wearing one of them once-- surrounded by the hints of her gentle musk-- even though she somehow knew Dom wouldn't mind, she was just too guilty. She didn't know that Dom would sometimes postpone washing them because she liked having Morgan's smell on them too.

Mor also started leaving things at Dom's place. The first time was an accident, but then she started doing it on purpose. It was simple things, like one of her oversized sweaters, a throw blanket, or sauces and spices so that she didn't have to take so many things back and forth when she wanted to cook for her. She started using them as an excuse to come over more. She wanted to feed her, wanted to help fill her void of an apartment, wanted to see if Dom would wear her clothes, wanted to make love until her sweet fashion model smelled more like pomegranate and shea butter than she did of Yves Saint Laurent cologne. Really, Morgan just wanted to be together all the time. She wanted to live together, but she was struggling to ask.

Was it always this hard to ask?

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The first time Dom spent a full weekend at Morgan's place, they ate, watched movies, and somehow ended up fucking every four hours. It always confused Mor how Dom seemed to enjoy servicing her every time-- or where she got the energy-- but she couldn't deny she felt so spoiled. It was hard to resist when Dom looked at her like that. Like she'd never seen a more beautiful woman, like she was at the mercy of her feelings spilling out of her at any moment.

Mor felt delirious from the way Dom would quietly and reverently praise how pretty her voice was, how soft her skin was, how good she felt. It made Mor feel submissive, but she knew Domi didn't mean it like that-- she knew she meant it adoring, worshipping. She never thought anyone could ever love her this way, but more than that, she never thought she could believe it.

Mor spent both nights of that weekend watching Dom sleep and wondering. When was the right time? How much longer could she take the separations and gaps? Was Dom pent up from their time apart? Even though she didn't want Domi to be lonely, there was a selfish part of her that wished she was sad when they were apart.

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As a reward for finishing a big design project, Dom suggested that Mor bring Whisper over and spend a full week at her place. Mor agreed excitedly and made sure to get wash day out of the way before she went. She hoped she could make it through the week, but in exchange she felt she should try to protect her hair for bed around Dom this time. To her surprise, Dom didn't comment on it at all, and wrapped Mor in her arms as she fell asleep as usual. Mor couldn't quite explain how it made her feel, but it was undeniably warm.

Dom had odd work days, so Mor would be left alone in the apartment sometimes. But instead of feeling lonely, she felt a strange sense of belonging. Maybe it was the way Dom had casually given her a key, or how Mor's things had been slowly accumulating, or the fact Whisper settled in quite nicely, or that the kitchen was full of Mor's cooking.

In her mind, Morgan started redecorating the apartment and wondering where her things would go.

On the fourth day, Mor realized she forgot to refill her meds. Without thinking, she left Whisper with Dom and ran out. It wasn't until she was already back and unlocking the door that she realized the chaos she might've left Dom in. But to her relief, she opened the door to the sight of Dom playing with Whisper. Morgan wondered if this is what straight women felt when seeing their husbands taking care of their kids. She stood in the doorway and watched until Dom noticed and welcomed her home. Morgan wanted so badly to call this home.

The morning of the last day, Dom woke Morgan up with neck kisses and made love to her quietly, tangled up under the white sheets. They both lingered wordlessly, naked bodies wrapped up together. When Morgan realized she hadn't taken off her bonnet, she laughed, embarrassed, and asked why Dom hadn't removed it before having sex with her. Dom didn't understand what the problem was, and as Mor navigated out of her embarrassment, her bashful laughter faded. She stared at Dom and slipped out a hushed "I don't want to go home."

Morgan blinked several times in quick succession, realizing what she'd said and that she was already welling up from a mix of yearning and shame.

"I'm sorry, I--"

"Then stay. Move in with me."

It took a full minute for Morgan to take in what Dom had said. She finally looked up at her and was met with that same sincerity she knew Dom carried with her at all times.

"Morgan, I want to live together. I- I miss you all the time..."

Mor didn't know how much longer she could run from Domi's open, honest love. How much longer her doubt could convince her that this woman was not head over heels for her.

"Yes. Yes. of course I'll move in."

Morgan would never forget the way Dom smiled that morning.

#mild you&i spoilers?#also warnings for descriptions of s*x ig but i feel that's pretty par for the course for me atp LMAO o)-(#i'm trying to get better at writing-writing and not just comic writing but it's HARD i'm not confident in it but we move #anyway. this didn't satisfy brainrot but ig that's a good thing #dom and mor #hm blurbs?

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letomills · 3 months

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Download all: SFS / Mega

A big set of full-body underwear, sleepwear and swimwear for Athletic Girl TF, AF & EF. The Athletic Girl body shape was created by Marvine and improved on by @blueheavensims over there - all the outfits from this set are on meshes based on theirs, with fat and preg morphs.

None of the textures are my original work. Details, previews and texture credits under the cut.

The meshes

All the adult and elder outfits are on one mesh, all the teen outfits are on another. The two meshes are available in two versions (choose one): • the "HD" mesh is my edit of @blueheavensims's full body nude mesh from here - it has sexyfeet & smooth hands - 6,344 poly • the "low poly" mesh is my edit and TF conversion of Marvine's mesh from here - it has blockfeet & Maxis hands - 1,962 poly

Comparison:

AF-EF ↓

TF ↓

Edits I made to BlueHeavenSims's original meshes: • smoothed over the 3D nipples, 'lady bits' and butt crack • tweaked texture mapping to accomodate the textures I used Edits I made to Marvine's original mesh: • added morphs based on BlueHeavenSims's morphs • tweaked texture mapping to accomodate the textures I used • converted for TF, with BlueHeavenSims's TF as reference

The recolors

All recolors are BSOK'd (legacy BSOK).

Not everything is converted for TF, that's intentional. The TF recolors can be either standalone or repo'd to AF-EF.

I didn't enable all the AF recolors for EF, only the ones that don't look weird with the EF boob texture on regular skins.

1. RentedSpace Bra Briefs

For AF & TF, categorized as underwear.

Textures 3t2 converted by @rented-space (I edited some of them).

2. JuBeos Athletic Undies

For AF & TF, categorized as underwear.

Textures by JuBeos, 4 and 5 are my recolors.

3. Neena Undies

For AF & TF, categorized as underwear.

Textures by Neena.

4. Datapeach Cutie Pie Undies

For AF & TF, categorized as underwear.

Textures by @datapeach.

5. Jessi Tank Trapping Boxers

For TF, AF & EF, categorized as underwear & sleepwear.

Top textures by jessi ("tank2", I edited them a bit), boxers textures by Trapping.

6. Perelinka GI Jane Undies

1-6 are for TF, AF & EF, categorized as underwear & sleepwear. 7-9 are for TF & AF, categorized as underwear.

Textures by Perelinka.

7-8. Siluetta Cami Undies - Hello Kitty & Snoopy Undies

For TF, AF & EF, categorized as underwear & sleepwear.

Textures by Siluetta from here and here.

9. Perelinka Dominique Lingerie

For AF, categorized as underwear.

Textures by Perelinka.

10. Bruno Intimates

For AF & EF, categorized as underwear.

Textures by Bruno, recolored by @mrs-mquve-cc.

11-12. Juttaponath Lacy Cami Sets - Perelinka Night Flower Sets

For AF & EF, categorized as underwear & sleepwear.

Textures by Juttaponath and Perelinka.

13. Perelinka Widow Lingerie

For AF & EF (except 5, which is AF only), categorized as underwear.

Textures by Perelinka.

14. Basic Swimsuit

For TF, AF & EF, categorized as swimwear.

Texures are my recolors of a Maxis swimsuit.

15. MrsMQuve Tie Bikinis

For AF & TF, categorized as swimwear.

Textures are @mrs-mquve-cc's recolors of @rented-space's 3t2 Tie Bikini.

16. Ekinege Bikinis

For AF & TF, categorized as swimwear.

Textures by Ekinege from their set 38, set 39 and set 43.

17. Siluetta Swimwear

1-3 are for TF, AF & EF; 4-9 are for TF & AF. Categorized as swimwear.

Textures by Siluetta.

18. JuBeos Nike Swimwear

For AF & TF, categorized as swimwear.

Textures by JuBeos, 4 and 5 are my recolors.

19. Puremorphin Divebomb Swimsuits

For TF, AF & EF, categorized as swimwear.

Texture are my edits of these by @puremorphinsims.

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I'll add Athletic Girl / LBB to the 22 showerproof skins (edit: done!) and I intend to make more clothing for Athletic Girl. I had been debating whether I should take on another body shape but this post by @h0nkytonkangels pushed me over the edge ^^

#sims 2 #download #body shapes #athletic girl #clothing:underwear #clothing:swimwear #clothing:sleepwear #sims 2 download #sims 2 cc #ts2cc #s2cc

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doudouneverte · 10 months

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Big Sister

a/n: okay I know I saud the last fic should be the last fic about football until the world cup but I couldn't erase this thought (Dominique Janssen is really underrated)

*not my GIF*

Pairing: platonic!Dominique Janssen x younger!Reader; VfL Wolfsburg (frauen) x NEDWNT!Reader

Summary: You just love to mess up with Dom and she decide to take her revenge.

Type: Fluff

Warning: me who don't take my promise, and use of google traduction for Dutch

wprd count: 1473

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Water balloon incident

You knew you shouldn't do that, but you were bored, and it could be fun.

Wolfsburg's training facility was quiet—too quiet for a lot of people. Some girls were working out when a pair of footsteps were heard running to the gym. Lena and Jule entered the room but were visibly disappointed.

"Lynn, where is Dom?" Lena asked.

"She left with Poppi and Sophie a few minutes earlier; I think they are in the locker room." The Dutch replied, and the girls nodded before leaving for the said place. Once there, they quickly entered and almost scared the older women.

"Dom, we finally found you," the blonde German said, and the concerned woman furrowed her eyebrows. "Y/n fainted on the pitch while we trained," she explained, and the three women quickly became worried. The five girls quickly ran to where you were supposed to be but found nothing.

"Girls, where is--" Dom didn't finish her sentence before she was hit by water balloons. The young girls laughed, and Svendis came to them with her phone, recording the Dutch's expression.

"Got you!" You laughed. The defender looked at you; she was angry; she saw red despite your green training kit. She chased you on the pitch; you found a way to run on the building, and the older Dutch was about to follow you before she was stopped by Jule, who gave her two water balloons. She took them and followed you.

You were running for your life—well, not literally, because you knew Dom would never hurt you, but she was still scary. You saw Jill, and you started to slow down before you heard the older Dutch yell, "Jill, laat haar niet gaan (Jill, don't let her go)." You tried to escape, but you slipped and fell to the ground. "Y/n!" Dom ran to you, very concerned.

She kneeled beside you and helped you sit. "I'm fine," you said, but the older woman didn't stop to examine you to be sure you didn't lie. "I'm okay, Dom, I promise," you repeated, and she seemed satisfied after she finished.

"Okay, get up. I need to change my clothes, and after that, we will go out with the girls." She stood up and started to leave, but she made a mistake. She let the water balloons land on the floor next to you. You're still coming with—" She didn't finish before she got soaked again. "Y/n!" she yelled, but you had already run away.

In the room next to where you were, the rest of the team was chilling until they heard a loud noise when you fell, and a few seconds later, they heard Dom yell your name. "How do you handle her during national camp?" Merle asked Lynn.

Honestly, I don't know, but I think it's better to let her run out; otherwise, she doesn't sleep properly the night, and she can't play for the match." she replied.

"Do you talk about Y/n?" Jill asked when she entered the room, and the goalkeeper nodded. "I think we should be thankful that Dann isn't here too. When they're together, it's almost impossible to chill." The midfielder explained, and the defender chuckled.

"It would be chaos," she said.

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Hide and seek in the city

It was a bad idea, but you couldn't help yourself, and Lena and Jule said it could be fun. You were with some teammates in the streets of Wolfsburg; you were watching around to see if there was somewhere to hide. When the girls decided to visit a new shop not so far from where you were, it was the right moment. Once inside, you faked your interest until the older women were too distracted. You grabbed Lena, Jule, and Sveindis outside, and the four of you started to walk fast without making too much noise.

Hey, look Y/n, they have what you were talking about." Jill said, but when you didn't reply, Dominique started to worry. They all looked behind them, but they didn't see you.

"Where are they?" Alexandra asked.

"I swear if it's another prank by Y/n I'll kill her." The Dutch defender said, and when Svenja was about to say something, she cut her off. "I know we need her for the final against Freiburg, but that doesn't change anything," she said before leaving the shop, determined to find you. She didn't have to walk too much before her phone buzzed. She looked at it and saw a message from you in the club group chat.

Dom sighed, and with the girls, they agreed to find you. After a few minutes, they found the three other girls, but now the defender started to worry more; you were not with them, and they didn't know where you could have been. They tried to call you, but you didn't pick up. They were about to go crazy until they found you with a little boy and his mother. You waved goodbye to them before you remarked on your teammates.

You: Let's play hide and seek

Dom: Y/n I swear, if you do anything stupid, I'll be sure you'll be benched for the rest of the season

You: Oh come on, Domi, you're not fun

Poppi: Okay, girls, it's not funny. Where are you?

Lena: It's not really a game of hide and seek if we tell you where we are hiding

Sveindis: She's right

Jule: Yeah

"Where were you?" Domi asked.

"I found this little boy; he seemed lost. He explained to me that he moved in recently with his parents and lost his mom, so I helped him." you replied. The defender pulled you into a hug, clearly reassured to know you were alright.

"Don't ever do that again." She said it sternly, and you nodded. "Okay, now let's go back home."

You were walking behind the group with the defender next to you when you started to say, "You know, this boy reminded me of when I came here for the first time. I remember I lost myself, and you were worried to death, but you found me."

"Yeah, and I'll never stop worrying," she said.

"Even when I'll be 30?" You asked.

"If you still like Dann, absolutely." she joked. When you were walking, you started to talk with the girl in front of you, and Dom was remembering this day.

You just signed to Wolfsburg after a good season at Twente; you were young but a promising striker, which is why you finished there. When you made your first step in the training area, the defender took you under her wing, and she quickly became your big sister in the team. Things didn't change when you were called for your first senior national camp.

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Water bottles

It was the Dfb-Pokal final against Wolfsburg. You quickly took the advantage in the game, and twenty minutes before the end, the coach subbed you on. Only seven minutes after you gave an assist, and only three minutes later, you scored. Like almost everyone except you, you won this final. It was the third time in a row you won this title, but the feeling is still like the first time.

You celebrate with the girls before being required to do a little post-match interview. While you were talking, your 'big sister' watched you from afar until she spotted some water bottles on the bench. She smirked to herself before she grabbed them and came to you.

"–and I thought I could add something so I–" you cut yourself when you felt two water bottles emptied on your head. You were expecting to face Obi or Jule when you turned around, so you were shocked to find the Dutch laughing, visibly proud of her work. You couldn't really be mad at her, but you were still soaked. You excused yourself with the interviewer and playfully chased the defender.

You quickly gave up when Sveindis stopped you to take a photo with you. You accepted and found yourself taking pictures for a few minutes with almost all your teammates, but not with the most important one yet. So you took the trophy to find her; she was thrilled to see you appear next to her while she was talking with Ewa.

She didn't have time to say anything before you dragged her along. "Let's take a picture together," you said. You took at least five pitcures with her and more with the two of you and some teammates who invited themselves in.

Later that day you posted the photos from the match: one post for the match; one post with a lot of pictures of celebration with all your teammates; and a last post with only a photo with you and Dominique with a unique legend: "Mijn grote zus👯🇳🇱 (My big sister).

#woso x reader #woso fanfics #dominique janssen #dominique janssen x reader #vfl wolfsburg women #vfl wolfsburg women x reader #vfl wolfsburg frauen #lena oberdorf #lena oberdorf x reader

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angstintensifer · 1 year

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Harry Potter Next Gen as modern family moments

Harry: *reading a letter from Teddy after he leaves for Hogwarts*

Ginny; Harry?

Harry: Make sure to take care Harry, I’ll miss you guys so much

Ginny; nice huh?

Harry, full on crying: Nice! Im gonna go mail him another robe

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Hugo; you know that hero essay we have to write

Hermione: Mhmm, what about it

Hugo: Well dad kinda assumed I wrote it about him, but I didn’t

Hermione: don’t worry I’ll talk to him

Hugo; you don’t think he’ll be upset, I wrote it about you?

Hermione, touched: you wrote it about me?

Hugo; you know me, I didn’t think much. What’s a hero? Someone whose not afraid of anything and whose strong, that’s you

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Bill: Im actually relieved, the day that I’ve been dreading. The day you two have finally have out grown me has finally arrived.

Bill, crying; I’m handling it really well.

Victoire: Dad are you crying?

Bill: No

Dominique: are you sure you’re okay?

Bill: Yep

Victoire: Oh Merlin he is crying

Dominique: I’ve never seen dad cry before.

Victoire, starting to cry: but dad if you cry then I’ll cry.

Bill, still crying: I’m not crying

Dominique, also crying; we made our dad cry

Bill: you totally did

Victoire: Because you are our daddy!

All three: *harsh crying and sobbing*

****

Ron and Hermione after Rose got a bump in the head.

Hermione: can we please just call your sister?

Ron: No way, Ginny will be all judgement and condescending, like she’s perfect and I don’t know how to take care of a baby

Hermione: Ronald, she is your family.

Ron: Right so-

Hermione picking up the phone: Of course she’ll be judgmental and condescending

****

Louis: I remember crashing through the wall and the ambulance ride to St Mungos

Bill: That wasn’t an ambulance, I drove you

Louis: then what was that siren?

Bill: that was your mother

Fleur: I ‘as worried!

****

Harry: I did not pick Lily up early from play school

Ginny: Lily, did Daddy pick you up early from school?

Lily: No

Harry: See? Case closed

Lily; we didn’t go

Ginny: Case open

Lily: we went shopping

Harry: Ha Ha, shush now, Lily-

Lily: we bought matching hats

****

George: Act like a parent, talk like a peer.

George: I call it “peer-renting”

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Percy: There are very few parenting issues where I come out on top.

Percy; You know I’m distant. I work too much, my French braiding is sloppy

Percy: finally, something that isn’t my fault.

****

James: Whoa, you’re being a little-

Rose: Obstreperous? Recalcitrant? Truculent?

James: I was going to say “cray cray”

****

Ginny: Hermione and I are going to go on this beautiful hike while you all sit and think about how selfish and thoughtless you’ve been

Hermione: *nods in agreement*

Rose: if we’re thoughtless how can we think?

Ginny:…

Hermione: …..

****

James: In Legally blonde, Elle won her case because she was true to herself and dressed cute

Harry: James, this is real life, not an excellent movie

****

James: Al, before you say no-

Albus: No.

James: I haven’t even told you yet!

Albus: I’m sticking with no.

****

Ron: Marry someone who looks sexy, while disappointed

Hermione: *looks to Ron in disappointment*

Ron: see?

****

Ron: I’ll get you fixed up *bandages Hugo*

Hugo: Where’s mum?

Ron referring to Hermiones work: She belongs to the people now

Rose coming in: My allergies are acting up again

Ron giving her medicine: well it’s your lucky day, because missy, doctor dad is in the house

Rose: where’s mum?

Hugo: some people took her

Rose: …..

****

Dominique & Victoire arguing

Bill: Ah ah ah, let’s this in court, the food court. The honorable judge Cinnabon presiding

Victoire: That place smells like the inside of Louis Quidditch Robes

Dominique: I like the food court

Lily: me too

Bill: don’t worry girls. We’re not gonna deprive ourselves because of Victoires aversion

Dominique: *cackles*

Victoire: ….

Bill: …..

Dominique suddenly stops: Oh, Victoires aversion, I thought you said-

Victoire shakes her head rapidly

Dominique: Never mind

Bill 0-0 *slowly realizes*

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Angelina walking until she slips on eggs

Angelina: Fred! Why?

Fred: Im making my egg dropping project

Angelina: maybe don’t make such a mess in the hallway

Fred: Got it! What if I’m the container!

Angelina: there’s a thought- wait no Fred!

Fred, on the edge of the stairs with Roxy putting an egg in his mouth

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Fleur: What a wonderful dinner

Bill: I’m impressed

Teddy with his arm around Vic: Thanks next time let’s do it at our place

Victoire realizing he accidentally told them they’re moving in together

Louis: I’m in, just give us a owl to let me know

Bill: our place?

Victoire: Well since I’m finished school now, Teddy and I were thinking of getting a flat

Bill: I-

Louis: are you doing sex?

****

Hugo: I’m moving into the attic

James: Cool

Albus: The attic?

Hugo: Hey, at least it’s big, Teddy said you used to live in a closet

Albus: *gay silence*

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Ron taking care of Rose alone

Hermione over the phone; Keep an eye on rose she has a tendency to wander off

Ron realizing Rose did exactly that: ‘Mione I’m completely capable of-

Hermione: You lost her didn’t you?

Ron: No no no, she is right here, hi honey

Hermione: I can it in your voice, check the dairy case

Ron finding her and trying to open the door: Do you honestly think-

Hermione: doors don’t pull they slide

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fluentmoviequoter · 5 days

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Do You Want to Keep a Secret?

Pairing: Dominique Luca x fem!reader

Summary: After Luca asks Street to stay out of the house for a while, Street gets tired and curious and accidentally crashes Luca's "book club."

Warnings: secret girlfriend, "book club" joke goes on way too long (Bridgerton slander; I haven't and won't read it but know Street wouldn't like it), fluff, brief mention of alcohol consumption, the one and only Duke!!!

Word Count: 2.5k+ words

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“Street, wait up, man,” Luca calls.

Street pauses by the door of S.W.A.T. HQ and turns to look at Luca. 20 Squad had an early day and Street’s been eager to get out of the station and relax. When Luca waits for Deacon and Hondo to walk by before he begins talking, Street narrows his eyes in suspicion.

“What do you want?” Street asks.

“I can’t just want to talk?” Luca defends.

“If you just wanted to talk, Deacon and Hondo overhearing wouldn’t have been a problem. Spit it out, man.”

“Fine. I’m going to be home late tonight and need the house tomorrow night.”

Street opens his mouth but doesn’t say anything. Luca tugs nervously on his backpack strap, which doesn’t go unnoticed by Street.

“There’s something that I need to do tomorrow, and I just- go ride around or visit friends, whatever you want to do, but I really need the house to myself,” Luca explains.

“What do you need to do?” Street inquires.

“Something that I can’t do with you asking questions.”

“Why-“

“Streeter, please.”

Street nods slowly before agreeing to find somewhere else to be tomorrow night. Luca’s the best roommate and friend he’s ever had, so despite all the questions he wants to ask, he’ll give Luca the space and privacy he needs. As they leave HQ, Luca turns left where Street turns right, and Street only becomes more curious about where Luca is going and how he’s spending his nights.

“Book club?” Street asks.

“Dude, do I look like I’d host a book club? Or be in one?” Luca replies.

“No offense, but kinda. You’ve got that soothing, welcoming personality, and you love people.”

“Who’s in a book club?” Deacon asks as he walks into the situation room.

“No one,” Luca answers.

“Luca disappeared last night, didn’t get home until well after midnight, and now he needs our house tonight. Won’t tell me why,” Street explains.

Deacon looks over at Luca, and he nods once. Luca thinks Deacon probably figured out exactly what has been taking Luca’s free time, but he trusts Deacon to keep it quiet and not push like Street.

“Well, Street, you’re welcome to come over for dinner since you’ve been evicted,” Deacon offers.

“Temporarily evicted,” Street corrects. “And, thanks, but I already found a way to kill a few hours.”

“Luca, enjoy the Street-free house,” Deacon adds as he leaves.

“Hey!” Street yells. “Wait, Luca, is Duke staying?”

“Where are we going?” you ask.

Luca told you during your date last night that he’d pick you up from work today because he had a surprise. Seeing your boyfriend two days in a row is unusual, but you’re certainly not complaining. The permanent smile on your face since you met is proof that there’s never too much time with Luca.

“We’ve been dating for a while, but we don’t spend time alone,” Luca begins. “Not that I don’t enjoy our date nights, but I thought it might be nice to have a night in for once.”

“That does sound nice,” you agree. “But we both have roommates.”

“I don’t have one tonight. Street agreed to let me have the house to myself for a while.”

“What did you tell him?”

“Not much. He asked a lot of questions, though.”

“You know, you’re not the first boyfriend I’ve had who didn’t want me to meet his friends. You are the first who said it was because of his friends and not me, though.”

“I’ll introduce you when the time is right. And we’re not starting with Street, that’s something that needs to be eased into.”

“Then who would you introduce me to first?”

Luca smiles, and when he reaches the last stop sign before his house, he turns to look at you.

“Deacon, probably,” he answers. “I think he already knows I’m seeing someone.”

“What makes you say that?”

“Deacon’s crazy intuitive, and the only one who has any idea what it’s like to be in a committed relationship.”

Luca turns into his driveway and races around the front of his truck to open your door and help you out. His house is cute, you think, but the work he’s doing in the neighborhood is even better than the house. As he opens the door, you hear a dog bark happily.

“Is that Duke? I get to meet Duke?” you ask excitedly.

“Yes, you do. He’s the best roommate I have.”

“When I meet Jim, I’m telling him you said that.”

“He already knows.”

Luca opens the door, and you step inside before being greeted by Duke. He’s just as kind and gentle as his owner, and you fall in love with him in a moment. As you kneel and pet him, letting him sniff your hand to introduce yourself, you’re glad for a quiet night in. You know Luca well, but you expect to see a different side of him away from the public eye, and the dangers he watches for outside.

“This is the best date you’ve ever taken me on,” you tell Luca as he helps you stand.

“I’ll remember that next time I get reservations at an expensive restaurant,” he jokes.

“You know I’d be happy with your cooking, or a food truck, or a microwave dinner as long as I’m sharing it with you.”

“Don’t get sappy yet,” Luca warns playfully.

You already feel comfortable in Luca’s house, and as you follow him into the kitchen you catch a glimpse of what the rest of your life will be like. Your favorite meal is waiting for you, and you hug Luca tightly to thank him. The night is perfect, and it’s just beginning.

“I’m so tired,” Street complains.

“Go home,” Chris answers. “That’s, like, the entire point of having a place to live.”

“I can’t. Luca said I can’t come home until later.”

“Why not?”

“Wouldn’t tell me. Deac probably knows.”

“If he didn’t say why, it must not be too important.”

Street looks up from his drink and snaps. His eyes are glassy as he points at Chris and agrees, “You’re so right. You’re so smart, Chris.”

“And maybe you need a ride home,” she suggests.

“I’m not drunk,” Street argues. “Just tired and I want to know what Luca is doing.”

“I’m not going to tell you that you should go home earlier to find out, but if you’re uncomfortable staying out any longer… Where else are you supposed to go?”

“Luca would kill me.”

“I love you,” you whisper.

Luca’s hand slows in its trail from your hip to your ribs and back down. His touch is both calming and electrifying, and you can’t imagine a life without Luca. He pulls your legs over his lap to bring you closer. What started as sitting on his couch to talk quickly turned to quiet confessions and cuddles, which you would like to be a nightly occurrence. Luca kisses your cheek before promising that he loves you.

“I’m never going to want to go on another date with you unless it’s just like this one,” you say.

Luca turns to look at your smile and cups your cheek before he agrees, “I’m sure we could work something out.”

“You’re gonna have to tell Street then. Duke already loves me, so we’re over halfway there.”

“Or I could just get him, like, arcade passes to keep him busy.”

“Luca.”

‘We’ll talk about it later,” Luca whispers as he leans in.

His hand moves from your cheek to the back of your neck as he kisses you. Already halfway in his lap, you lean forward and press your chest to his to return the affection. Your hands move to Luca’s shoulders, and you grip his shirt gently as you push yourself closer to him.

The door opens, and you pull away from Luca quickly as someone asks, “Is this why you didn’t want me to come home?”

“Street, what are you doing here?” Luca asks as he gently moves your legs off of his and stands.

“I forgot?”

“Any other night I would believe that,” Luca says.

He’s standing in front of you, but you peek around his side and wave. You introduce yourself and say hello to Street as he waves in return.

“Why are you back?” Luca asks again.

“I got tired, and Chris kind of convinced me that it wouldn’t be a terrible idea to come back early. I swear, Luca, I had no idea I was going to be interrupting.”

“Because I didn’t want to tell anyone yet!”

You stand and lay a hand on Luca’s back in an attempt to calm him down. Although you understand why he wants to wait, things don’t always work out like you want.

“I’m sorry, Luca,” Street says.

“Uh, Street?” you interrupt softly. “Do you want to keep a secret?”

“You want me to stay quiet about this? Absolutely; you don’t have to worry about that." He looks to Luca and adds, "I really am sorry, man.”

“Not exactly,” you say, though you look at Luca as you say it. “Want to start a book club?”

“I knew it,” Street says through his teeth.

“You guys want to come over for dinner?” Luca invites.

“Are you cooking?” Hondo asks quickly.

“Yeah, I am.”

“Then, I’m in.”

“Sure,” Deacon agrees. “I just have to be home by nine.”

“Nobody envies that, Deac,” Hondo teases.

“I’m down, too,” Tan says.

“Sounds good,” Chris adds.

“Alright. Come over whenever you’re ready, but food should be done in about an hour,” Luca calls over his shoulder.

“Bring your own silverware, I’m not doing dishes,” Street demands.

“Sure thing, playboy,” Victor says.

“Hello?” Street asks as he opens the door.

“Kitchen,” you call. “Are you aware that it’s still your house?”

“Doesn’t mean you have to feel uncomfortable or stay confined to Luca’s room.”

You smile and when Street raises his hands in question, you ask, “Are you ever going to let them know that you’re not a playboy anymore?”

“And lose all my credit and the best nickname I’ve ever had? Not likely, future Mrs. Luca.”

“Now that is the best nickname I’ve ever had.”

“Streeter!” Luca calls.

“Second best,” Street whispers before leaving your side to help Luca.

“How well do you think this is going to go, Duke?” you ask as you follow him into the living room.

“This is the only book that I could find seven copies of,” Luca explains as he dumps a bag of paperbacks on the coffee table.

“Bridgerton?” you read. “Luca, did you think maybe there was a reason there were so many?”

“It’s good enough for a TV show,” Street says.

He picks one up and begins reading the blurb on the back, and you watch his face go from curious to confused to disinterested and disgusted.

“Not good enough for a S.W.A.T. team,” you explain. “And now poor Street is scarred for life.”

“Good thing we’re not reading it,” Luca says. “They’re going to figure out far before they gain any interest in the book.”

Street shudders as he steps back from the books, and you laugh before returning to the kitchen. Luca is making dinner, but you claimed dessert and two different options are cooling on the counter. The doorbell rings and Street walks to the door as Luca arranges the books. You run into Luca’s bedroom to hide and wonder if Street will be able to keep a secret long enough to pull off the book club gag.

“Hey, Deac,” Luca greets. “Come on in.”

“Is your girlfriend here?” Deacon asks.

“How do you do that?” Street exclaims.

“Dude,” Luca sighs. “Yeah, she’s here.”

“The book club bit is a nice touch,” Deacon applauds. “Worst book you could have chosen though.”

“I agree,” Street says dramatically.

“Annie couldn’t finish these books.”

“Understandable.”

The doorbell rings again, and Deacon and Street quiet as the rest of 20 Squad enters the Luca/Street abode. With all of them talking over one another, you can’t tell how the conversation is going.

“Why is there an extra book?” Hondo asks. “Did you miscount for this joke or is that part of it?”

“No, there’s seven of us,” Luca answers.

“Me, you, Street, Tan, Deac, and Chris. That’s six, my man.”

“Plus, my girlfriend.”

Hondo, Tan, and Chris freeze. Luca expected a louder reaction, so the stunned silence is a surprise.

“Are we going to stand here in suspense, or do we get to meet her?” Deacon asks finally.

“Hi,” you say as you walk into the living room. “I’m-“

Halfway through your introduction, 20 Squad finds their voice again and Hondo, Chris, and Tan begin speaking over one another again to ask you questions. Street steps up and raises his hands to stop them.

“I can answer any questions you have about her. Because I’m a great roommate, and Luca’s best friend, and I already know her,” he says proudly.

“What’s her favorite book?” Luca asks.

“I can say with absolute certainty that it is not Bridgerton,” Street answers. He looks at you quickly to ask, “Right?”

“That is correct,” you affirm.

“It’s nice to meet you,” Deacon says as he shakes your hand. “Sorry Street was the welcome committee.”

“If I get to see Street, I get to see Duke, so it’s a win,” you tease.

“Okay, okay, let’s go back,” Hondo interjects. “How long have you been together?”

“Almost six months,” Luca replies.

“Six months? And we haven’t heard a thing? Luca, what did we do to deserve this?”

Luca glances at Chris, who is pulling you away from Deacon and talking so quickly you probably can’t understand anything.

“The interrogation I knew she’d get, mostly. No offense, Hondo, but when we’re all together it’s a lot to take in.”

“I get that, man, but you could have told us. We’re family.”

“I’m telling you now. With food.”

“Touché.”

“She’s going to be around for a long time, though,” Luca promises.

“I’m happy for you, man. Just let me know before you pop the question, would you?”

“I do have a ring,” Luca murmurs.

“Next book club, she ain’t here and we talk about that little piece of information,” Hondo declares before leaving Luca to join the small circle around you.

After everyone leaves, and you accept an invitation to join Annie and Deacon for dinner next week, you fall back on the couch and lean against Luca. He wraps an arm around your shoulders and tugs you closer to him.

“You were right. They’re a lot, but it’s clear that they care about you, Luca. I’m glad you have friends – family – like them,” you say.

“And now they’re yours,” Luca replies, “for as long as you stay with me.”

“I like that sound of that.”

Duke jumps onto the couch beside you, and you pet his head. Luca imagines how different this will be when you have a ring on your finger and smiles.

“There is just one thing I’d like you to do,” you request.

“Anything.”

“Pick a better book next time. Something by Michael Connelly or Doyle, anyone-“

Luca cuts you off with a kiss, and you both pretend not to hear Street tiptoe behind you to eat more brownies.

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Around 500 workers in the garment industry gathered in Leicester’s Spinney Hill Park on Sunday, 1 October to protest the worsening conditions workers are facing amid factory closures in the city. They were joined by labour rights campaigners and trade unionists. This was the first time workers had gathered to publicly protest their situation, but workers said they were ‘ready to speak’.

Suppliers have warned that fashion brands sourcing garments in the city are demanding price reductions, often on orders of clothing already made and delivered, which is making businesses unviable. In turn, garment workers in Leicester report significant reductions in hours and factory closures, increasing pressure on already low paid workers on the frontline of the cost of living crisis. 40% of children in Leicester are living in poverty, including those where parents are in work.

Garment workers are calling on fashion brands to take urgent measures to support the industry in Leicester. They want brands to commit to orders from local suppliers with decent wages and standards safeguarded in the contract price, and for a long-term commitment to the area. At the rally, women spontaneously spoke from the crowd to express their anger and frustration at the lack of work as well as the discrimination they face. Women spoke of being given unpaid trial shifts, zero predictability of the amount of work they’d be offered and the struggle to access services and support without speaking English.

A Leicester garment worker said: “Brands should take responsibility and commit to orders in Leicester. I know that the factories here have been running for many years. I speak to other workers who have been working in this industry for 20+ years. This is the time when workers are in need of work the most because of the cost of living being so high but instead the factories are slowly closing one by one. Thousands of workers are dependent on working in the factories in Leicester and most of us are migrant workers who have moved to the UK because of our suffering and for a better future ahead.

We want factories to stay open and busy, we want improved working conditions and better workplaces with correct rules and regulations and factories that look after workers rights and pay national minimum wage, holiday, and sick pay.

Dominique Muller, UK Policy Lead at Labour Behind the Label, said: “It is high time for UK fashion brands to accept they are responsible for the present crisis garment workers are facing in Leicester. We’ve been here before: during the pandemic revelations about the industry in Leicester forced brands to take measures to improve the treatment of workers. But once public scrutiny moved on, all that remained were vague and aspirational pledges towards a more ethical industry. 3 years later, we see they have failed to live up to their promises.

If brands are serious about building a fairer, more sustainable industry, they must commit to it. They must adopt an ethical sourcing strategy which includes assessing the working conditions of workers in their supply chain and making improvements. In this case, it means committing to UK suppliers and supporting workers in obtaining decent work. The workers who have given brands years of their labour and millions in profits deserve nothing less.”

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Teen pregnancy [P.3]

A Carl Gallagher x Fem Reader fic

Summary

You only started dating Carl for about 2 months. That was right around the time when he and Dom broke up. Deep down, you knew you couldn't compete with her. He would always choose her before you. Yet you were only 16 years old when you discovered he got you pregnant. This news terrified you so much. You didn't want to lose him, and you knew he was already going through so much shit stuff with his family and his "business." Better yet, you were scared about how your family would react, let alone his. At least you have Debbie, your best friend, who's also pregnant with you.

Warning! Small spoilers, Cussing, Fake friend, Mention of cheating, Verbal abuse, Mention of bullying, Manipulation, Small mention of alcohol, Slight mention of isolation, Paranoia, Lying

Note! If any of that makes you uncomfortable- DON'T READ THE STORY!

Word count: 854

[Angst/Fluff]

Part 1, Part 2, PART 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Part 7, Part 8, Part 9, Part 10 (Completed)

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***Narrator's Pov***

It has been about 2 weeks since all that happened. You've been avoiding Carl the whole time. Always giving him excuses, saying you have a girl's night with Debs or how you're too busy with your studies. When really you and Debbie had been planning on seeing a doctor for the both of you.

Meanwhile, Carl worked on getting out of his situation. He removed his Cornrows, gave Fiona his money to pay for the house, and he stopped doing his runs entirely.

This caused a certain someone to notice. How could she not when Carl has recently been working with her father to become a cop.

That's right, Dominique Fu*king Winslow, Carl's ex and your worst nightmare.

You two used to be friends until she found out that you liked him- Now she'd do anything to destroy your life. Throughout your time dating Carl, she has constantly tried to break you guys up. Of course, Carl being oblivious, never noticed. In fact, he's still friends with her.

His reason for breaking up with her was because she did, in fact, cheat on him. Though the only reason why he chooses to stay friends with her is that he wants her dad to like him so he can become a cop. Or at least that's what he told you.

But that all doesn't matter now. She wants him back, and she will do whatever it takes to get him back.

Time skip!~

***Carl's Pov***

It has been about a month and a half since all that went down. You and Carl hung out occasionally, but you both mainly focused on yourselves. You and Debbie became inseparable again, and Carl had just been doing his thing until Dominique approached him.

"Hey, Carl~" Dominique looked at him. "Carl!"

Carl jumped out of his thoughts to find Dominique in front of him. "Oh hey."

"I just wanted to ask, how's your pregnant girlfriend?" She asked with evil intentions. "Oh, and your sister's pregnant too, right? What luck!" She giggled.

"H-how did you know that?" Carl looked around, making sure no one heard.

"Oh, you know, rumors spread quite quickly in the southside~," She said nonchalantly.

Carl started panicking. He didn't want to stress her out even more. He knew if his girl found out that the school was spreading truthful rumors about her, she'd flip.

"Who started these rumors?!"

"Who knows..." When Dom realized Carl was about to leave, she grabbed his arm. "Hey, listen, Carl. I know you're in a really stressful situation right now and everything, but I was wondering if you wanna attend this party with me?"

Carl looked at her for a second in complete disbelief at what she just said.

"I get it if you don't want to, but I figured it would be a good way for you to relieve your stress and everything. You know, since you're gonna be a dad soon, I'd figured you'd at least want to have fun one more time." Dominique smirked, knowing that what she had just said ultimately convinced him into going. "I'll text you the details later. Also, don't bother bringing your girlfriend. There's gonna be alcohol."

Then she left, leaving him to contemplate his thoughts.

***Y/n's Pov***

Throughout your weeks of school, people started acting differently towards you. Every time you walked down a hallway, people would start whispering. Your other friends started avoiding you, and people started staring at you more and not in a good way.

It made you even more paranoid. You knew you weren't showing; it's been only a month since you found out after all, and besides, Debs and Carl both agreed to keep your pregnancy a secret since you didn't want the whole school to know.

You decided to go talk to Carl about it. When you found him, you saw Dominique walking away from him with a smirk on her face.

What's that all about? You sneaked up on him.

"Hey, what was that about?"

"Huh?" Carl turned to look at you. "Oh, nothing."

"Oh, um, ok."

You couldn't help but feel uneasy about the whole situation.

Why would he be talking to Dominique of all people... a-and why now?

You looked at him while you two walked down the hall. You remembered reading something about body language and how to tell if someone was lying to you. You weren't entirely sure if it was true, but you had a bad feeling that Carl was gonna lie to you soon.

Ding~ Carl looked at his phone. Stopping in front of your classroom door.

"Hey, listen, I won't be able to hang out with you tonight."

"What! Why?" You asked, devastated. "You promised you'd come to me and Debbie's ultrasound checkup!"

"I know, and I'm sorry, but I can't go tonight."

"Why not?!"

"Uhh-" Carl scratched the back of his head. "Look, I gotta meet up with Sargent Winslow for something..."

Carl then left you hanging in the hallway alone.

Sargent Winslow? Since when was Sargent Winslow more important than our kid?

You weren't an expert, but you were pretty sure that Carl just lied to you.

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“I take it you ran into Jon.” Ishana said as she took in the scowl on Dominique’s face as she stomped over to where Ishana was waiting for her in the lobby. “You’re late but you look good as fuck bestie.” Dominique smiled and gave a little 360 turn before giving Ishana a hug.

“ I do not want to talk about Jonathan tonight. Tonight is about us having a good time. No relationship talk.” Dominique said, the scowl returning to her face as she and Ishana walked over to where Kayla and Carmella were waiting for them.

“What happened?” Dominique huffed and crossed her arms over her chest. “The same thing we’ve been arguing about for weeks. He got upset and stormed out of the room.” Dominique shrugged, looking into one of the mirrors in the hotel lobby fixing her hair. “Ready to go?” She asked her group of friends, only to turn around and see the three of them giving her the same disappointed stare. “What?”

“You’re acting like you don’t care that your fiance stormed out on you.”

“I don’t” Dominique deadpanned, rolling her eyes when Kayla, Carmella and Ishana shared a look. “No relationship talk" She reminded Ishana. "So” She said, clapping her hands together, bringing her friends attention to her, “Are we going to the club or not?"

It was a Friday night and the club was damn near packed with their fellow WWE employees’ and with groupies that heard that the WWE was in town. Dominique rolled her eyes and she and her friends walked past another group of women and heard them squealing about ‘Roman and The Usos being there’

So he is here. Dominique thought to herself as she looked around to see if she could catch a glimpse of him. Clearing her throat she turned her attention back to her friends. She did not need to think about Jon tonight.. Tonight was supposed to be a Jon free night. She was there to have fun and that’s what she was going to do.

“I'm going to get our drinks!” Dominique yelled over the music as she and her friends found a table for them to chill at. Her friends nodded and rattled off their drink orders.

As Dominique made her way over to the club she had gotten the attention of three individuals in the club and one of them decided to not waste any time and walk over to her.

“Damn sis” Josh laughed, as he leaned against the bar next to Dominique. “You tryna’ have twin bust a blood vessel or something.” She rolled her eyes and pulled him into a hug . “You know he's here right” Josh asked to which Dominique nodded. “You see him yet?”

“No and I’m not looking for him. I just wanna have a good time tonight. He nodded and took a sip of the drink in his hand, eyes darting over to where Dominique assumed Jon was, watching them before returning his gaze back to her. From where she was standing she could see the 'RAISE YA ONES FOR THE BLOODLINE.’ sign and resisted the urge to roll her eyes. It was so corny and thirsty.

“I feel you. But we got a section if yall wanna come over and chill with us.” He said, paying for her and her friends first round of drinks and going back over to his section.

“Uce! Yo Uce!” Josh yelled over the music as he made his way back over to where Jon was talking with Kofi. He was happy as hell Dominique showed up here tonight. He needed to get Jon and Dom back on good terms not only for their sake but for his as well. He loved his brother to death, but he was sick and tired of listening to him bitch about Dominique.

“What happened Josh, You good?” Jon asked him, turning away from his conversation with Kofi to look at him.

“Dominique’s here.” When Jon just shrugged, Josh continued. “Aye Uce, I understand you mad at her right now but- “

“But nothing, Josh,” Jon sighed. “You’re the one who told me to come out tonight to forget about my problems with Dom and now that we’re in the same building you changing your mind?” Jon scoffed and shook his head. “Just drop it Uce.” Josh sighed and nodded his head. “Thank you.” Jon turned his attention back to Kofi and finished their conversation.

Josh sucked his teeth and walked over to the railing that overlooked the dance floor, Jon and Dom were perfect for each other in Josh’s eyes, and he was going to do everything in his power to get the both of them to see that they needed each other. His started to look for Dominique, and smiled once he saw her but his smile dropped when he noticed who had snaked his way next to her. “Fuckin’ Orton.”

Ishana looked at Randy in confusion as he slid up next to her and Dominique on the dance floor. “What the fuck” She mouthed to Dominique who shrugged in return.

“I wasn’t expecting to see you here tonight.” Randy said, smiling down and Dominique.

“Oh, yeah well you know.” Dominique said with a shrug. “It’s Friday and my friends wanted a night out.”

“Can I buy you a drink?” He said, pointing towards the bar and before Dominique could answer, Ishana interjected.

“Actually, we were just leaving.” She said, trying to grand Dominique’s hand and lead her away from Randy.

“No we weren’t.” Dominique furrowed her eyebrows at Ishana, ignoring the look she was throwing her way as she released herself from Ishana’s grip. “And I could really use a drink.” Dominique grabbed Randy’s hand leading him away from a confused as fuck Ishana.

“I’m guessing you and the fiance still not talking huh?” Randy asked and when Dom cut her eyes over him, he pointed to her bare ring finger. “I know he paid a fortune for it so y’all gotta be fighting for it to not be on your finger.” Dominique sighed and rubbed her bare finger.

“Yeah, I uh- I threw it at him this morning after an argument we had.”

“About what?” Dominique narrowed her eyes at him as the bartender placed their drinks down in front of them. “Oh, come on. We used to be really good friends when you were Hunter’s assistant.”

“Fine, He said that loving me was like torture.”

“No.” He gasped “Why did he say that?” Dominique sighed and picked up her drink, throwing the whole thing back, ignoring the burn it made in her chest. She had made it her main goal to not talk about her relationship with Jon tonight but it seemed like Randy wasn’t letting it go.

“He wants to get married right now but I don’t want that. And yes it’s been nine months but who cares about that? Why can’t he just be content with us being engaged right now? “

Randy nodded as he took in her words. “Listen, i’m about to break bro code right now but, Jimmy loves you to death. When I'm actually in the locker room all he ever talks about is you and how he can’t wait until he gets to see you walk down the aisle and to finally be able to call you his wife.” Dominique blinked back tears as she listened to Randy.

“This feels very planned.” She said with a watery laugh and Randy laughed too.

“I mean, I did run into him on the elevator earlier and he gave me the same rundown you did.” He chuckled lowly when she rolled her eyes. ‘Listen, I know when two people belong together. And you two belong together. Take it from me. I’ve lost the love of my life being stupid and indecisive with her.” Randy pulled Dom into a hug. “He knows that you're scared but to be honest love is scary but all he wants from you is to show him that you want to get married, go look at dresses, show him some venues or something.” Randy gave her one last hug before finishing his drink and placed a 20 dollar bill on the bar top then walking away.

Dominique sucked in a deep breath as she looked around the bar for a sight of Jon, Josh or Joe. It was time to apologize to her man.

Josh was talking with Ishana about when he spotted Dominique walking towards them. “Here comes Dom.” He said and looked in the direction where he last spotted Jon, his heart dropping into his stomach as he noticed Jon and one of the bottle girls were way too close to each other, and Jon had his hand on her lower back. “The fuck.”

“You better go over there because if I do imma take that bottle she holdin’ and wack his ass upside his head.” Ishana said as she glared over at Jon. While they were staring at Jon they didn’t notice Dominique had come and stood right next to them and was looking at Jon as well.

Jon smiled at the bottle girl. He leaned closer so he could hear what she was saying.

“You’re so much cuter in person” She whispered in his ear, and warning bells went off in his head but he ignored it. If Dominique didn’t want to marry him maybe this girl did. Dom did tell him to go and find someone else right?

“Thanks baby girl. What’s your name?” He said, flashing her a smile.

“Kendra.” He went to say something else but someone bumped into her causing her to trip into him and push him onto the couch with her landing in his lap. He wrapped an arm around her waist so she wouldn’t fall.

“Shit you alright?” He asked her, the fall causing him to spill his drink on her. He tried to help her wipe the liquid off of her but she waved him off.

“Yeah I'm good.” She bit her lip and looked at him through her lashes. “ I know this is very forward but can I have your number or I can put my number in your phone.” Jon hesitated before handing her his phone. Watching her type her number into his phone felt wrong. The whole interaction felt wrong and he wanted to immediately delete the contact when she handed him back his phone.

“You gon text me right?” She asked, biting her lip and Jon nodded his head.

“Yeah imma text you.” He lied. Satisfied with his answer she smiled at him. She stood up off his lap when one of her coworkers called her name. She bent down and kissed him on the corner of his mouth.

“Wow.” Jon felt his stomach drop. He stood up and turned towards Dominique who was looking at him with pure disgust. Josh and Ishanna were standing behind her. Ishana looked like she wanted to kill him and his own twin brother was looking at him in disappointment.

He opened his mouth to say something but Dominique scoffed and stormed out of the section with Ishana hot on her heels.

“You know for being nine whole minutes older than me. You sure are dumb as fuck.” Josh gritted out.

“That was your girlfriend or something?” Kendra asked, looking in the direction Dominique went. Jon didn’t answer her, he rubbed his hand down his face groaning.

“That was his fiance.” Josh said, turning his lip up at his brother. Kendra shrugged and turned towards Jon.

“Oh well, Don’t forget to text me.” She said before winking at Jon before walking away from them. Josh sucked his teeth and looked at his brother again.

“Man, whatchu’ still doing here. Go get Dom.” He said but Jon just shook his head and sat back down.

“I’m too drunk to deal with this right now.” Jon groaned and picked up another shot, downing it before grabbing another.

“Dom, wait!” Ishana called out, trying to keep up with Dominique.

“Go back inside. I’m fine.” Dominique said as she wiped some tears that fell.

“No you're not. I’ll go back to the hotel with you.” Ishana watched as her friend wrapped her arms around herself, a telltale sign that she was about to break down.

“Ishana please, go back inside. I’ll text you once I get back. Promise.” When Ishana didn’t say anything Dominique looked up at her. “Please.” She pleaded again. Ishana sighed and nodded, giving her friend a firm hug before going back into the club.

“Out of all the idiotic shit you’ve done over the years. This one takes the cake!” Ishana yelled at Jon. He ignored her and continued to push through the crowd, trying to exit the club. Ishana went to yell at him again but Josh grabbed her arm.

“Chill, he knows he fucked up.” Josh said, but Ishana wasn’t tryna hear it. Josh didn’t see the look in Dominique’s eyes, they didn’t see how broken she looked waiting for her uber.

“Nah, fuck all that. He needs to understand how bad he hurt her.”

“Chill.” Josh said again “ He knows.” Ishana just rolled her eyes and continued to walk outside. Already texting Kayla and Leah to let them know what happened.

“What you gonna do Uce?” Josh asked, watching Jon lean against the outside wall of the club. Jon shrugged,

“Go to sleep and talk to her tomorrow at the show.” Ishana scoffed, causing Jon and Josh to look over at her. “I’m fucking drunk Ishana. And I'm sure she’s not completely sober either. If I go talk to her, it wouldn’t end well.”

Ishana scoffed and rolled her eyes. “Fine, you better make this right Jonathan.”

Dominique quickly thanked the uber driver before hurrying into the hotel and up to her room. She let out a sob as soon as she shut the door. This is why she didn’t wanna get married. After wiping her makeup off her face and changing out of her dress she crawled into bed and cried herself to sleep. The only thought in her mind being that her relationship was over and it was technically all her fault.

Whew... Trying to add Randy into this chapter was hard as hell and that's why it took so long.

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