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Grandparents
Jimmy is a frisky little fuck, gets the neighbour cat pregnant. But hey, that's an excuse for the neighbour cats owner to introduce her to the pretty man with the mesmerising blue eyes who also can't wait to become a cat grand parent
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Beaver had been acting incredibly strange. When her owner acquired her (literally rescued the little cat from a bin - she had been sitting in the apartment dumpster literally chewing a bit of wood, how she got her name), she had never been one to beg for food.
In the three years she'd owned Beaver, she'd always filled up her bowl in the morning, and then Beaver would sporadically eat from it. She'd never finish the bowl before noon and then yowl for more.
And Beaver was definitely getting fat.
Her owner was incredibly worried.
She scheduled an appointment with the vets and then spent maybe two hours trying to coax Beaver into her cat carrier. But the cat was a wild child. If she didn't want to do something, she wasn't going to do it.
The cat carrier idea was abandoned. "I kinda hate you," her owner muttered with little conviction as she scooped Beaver up into a blanket and left the apartment.
It was a little awkward, carrying a cat through Monaco like it was a baby. But Beaver was pretty happy to lay in her arms, happier than she would have been in the cat carrier.
When, at last, they got to the vets, they were the only beings in the waiting room. Thank God, the last thing she needed was a dog freaking Beaver out, or Beaver chasing somebody's pet rodent across the room.
She couldn't stop her knee from bouncing as they waited to be called. Her eyes couldnt stop drifting across the room, to that ugly, magnified picture of a tick. When they were called (which didn't take too long, maybe everybody else's pets were thriving that day), she carried adjusted her grip on Beaver and carried her into the waiting room.
Pregnant. Her mangy little street cat who she loved more than anything was pregnant. "Beaver, you hoe," she mumbled as they walked out of the vets office. But then she looked at Beavers swollen belly. She had kittens in there.
Who the hell was the father? Beaver hadn't left her apartment (by choice), so who had gotten her pregnant?
She didn't mean to gasp as loudly as she did. In the hall of the apartment complex, she stopped walking to look at Beaver, her eyes wide. "It's the neighbours cat, isn't it?" She asked, but Beaver didn't confirm or deny.
But it madde sense, didn't it? The neighbours cat had a habit of breaking into her balcony to check Beaver out. It wouldn't be a surprise if he and Beaver got busy while she was at work.
"Well," she said to Beaver as she unlocked the apartment door, "at least you've got taste."
Yeah, the neighbours cat was pretty beautiful. A Bengal, if she knew her cat breeds (which, she barely did). And his owner wasn't bad to look at either.
The owner that she should probably inform of what was going on.
She placed Beaver down on the sofa, and she climbed out of the blanket. "Okay, Bea," she said, holding out her hand (so that Beaver could push her head against it). "I'm gonna go and tell your baby daddy's dad what's going on. You stay here and... try not to let any more boy cats in."
Beaver ignored her and made her way to the bedroom.
Standing up straight, she brushed the loose cat hairs from her jacket. She grabbed her keys from the side and made her way out of the apartment, to the one just above her own.
As she waited outside of her cats baby daddy's owners apartment, she could hear an incredible amount of commotion from inside. Well, I say commotion, but it was one single voice, sometimes shouting. She raised her knuckles to the door and knocked.
The shouting stopped. Their was a pause, so long that she thought he wouldn't answer, before he pulled open the door.
Eyes so pretty she got lost in them, and quite literally forgot what she was going to say. She'd never properly met her neighbour before, just seen him when walking through the building. Her mind blanked as she continued to stare into those pretty blue eyes.
"Can I help you?" Her neighbour prompted, and she shook herself out of whatever trance he had her under. Witchcraft, I tell you.
"Uh, yeah. Sorry to bother you but I live in the apartment beneath you with my cat, Beaver, and I think your cat might have gotten mine pregnant."
His face dropped, and then a smile split across it. "Really?" He asked, and she nodded. "Jimmy is going to be a dad?”
"If Jimmy is the pretty little Bengal that Beaver is obsessed with, then yeah, Jimmy is gonna be a dad," she answered, shifting her weight from foot to foot.
Suddenly he was reaching into his apartment and grabbing a set of keys. "Can I come meet the momma?" He asked, his voice so excited. How could she say no to that?
On the short journey form his apartment to her own, they introduced themselves. Max was Jimmy's dad, and he was a car mechanic (okay this girl clearly didn't know who Max was, and he didn't want to come out with the whole F1 driver thing. So he took a leaf out of Daniels book and called himself a car mechanic).
(She thought it was a little weird, how did a car mechanic afford a luxury apartment in Monaco? Maybe he was a car mechanic to the stars or something).
"Why is she called Beaver?" Asked Max as she pushed her key into the lock on her apartment door.
She didn't judge him for asking, it was an incredibly strange name for a cat. "Well, when I found her she was chewing this bit of wood and she looked sort of like a mangy little beaver. Turns out she was just a mangy little cat," she said and let Max in.
They might have been in the same building, but her apartment was much smaller than his own. A lot more full, too. Where Max had little else beside his set up in his living room, she had so much stuff. A fluffy colourful rug, a sofa big enough for a whole group of people, a cabinet full of DVDs.
"The little miss is probably in my bedroom," she muttered as she kicked off her shoes. "I'll go and get her."
Max kicked off his own shoes. He took a moment to look around properly, careful not to invade her privacy.
She emerged just a few moments later from a little way down the hall, a little black and white cat in her arms. "This is Beaver," she said, holding the purring kitten towards him.
"Hi Beaver," said Max as he took her from her hands. "I'm Max, Jimmy's dad. You're gonna make me the happiest cat grandpa out there."
Beaver pushed her head against Max's, still purring. "She likes you," said her owner as she sat on the couch.
"They're gonna have the prettiest babies," Max said as he sat beside her, Beaver happily sitting in his lap. As carefully as he could, Max fished his phone out of his pocket and passed it to her. "Give me your number, just in case you guys need anything."
But it wasn't just in case they needed anything. After Max went back to his apartment, they texted almost constantly. It started off being about the cats, but then it went further (I say further, but it was just them sending each other memes, giggling from behind their phone screens as they laid in their respective beds).
Max invited her out for dinner maybe a week before the kittens were born. It wasn't anything fancy; he was just craving something unhealthy and he wanted some company.
And then the kittens were born. As Beaver hid herself away in her closet, she pressed her phone to her ear. "C'mon Max, pick the fuck up" she whispered as she sat on her bed.
She was panicking, admittedly. But who could blame her? Her cat was about to give birth!
Max finally picked up his phone. "Hey, I'm at the pet store. What sort of bed should we get for momma and babies?" He asked, sounding all too relaxed.
"Shut the fuck up and get your ass over here!" She cried. "The babies are coming!"
Max ran out of the pet store. He'd never moved so quick in his life (not with his own two legs, at least). In ten minutes flat he was outside of her apartment door, knocking insistently.
Max was just as stressed as she was. But, upon seeing the look on her face, Max let the stress drop. "She'll be okay," he said, pulling her close for just a moment. For a moment was all they had; they had to get to Beaver.
He took charge, sitting her on the bed with a glass of water. The two of them waited while Beaver gave birth. There wasn't much more they could do. Once the kittens were born, Max brought in towels and blankets. He kept a nice distance to her while he set up a lovely warm bed for her and the kittens.
"They're beautiful," he said, not daring to pick them up. "Should we bring Jimmy down here to meet them?"
She shook her head. "Not yet. Let momma and babies rest," she said, laying her head on Max's shoulder.
He squeezed her. "We're gonna be the best cat grandparents," he said. When she held up her hand, Max gave her a high five.
"Can the grandpa take the grandma out for dinner? Is that something a new cat grandparent would enjoy?" He asked, looking down at her with her head still on his shoulder.
She hadn't yet taken her eyes away from the kitten. "Real dinner? Or you just want company?"
"Real dinner, date dinner."
"Love it."
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can u maybe write a fic where hyper fem shy reader has had like - the biggest crush on rafe since forever? Like it’s sooo painfully obvious in the way she blushes when he simply looks at her or does what he says, or takes his advice on how she should dress or who she should and should not be friends with. She literally hangs on his every word and when the kooks are like “hey what do you think about [enter subject]” she legit just looks to rafe because she always agrees with him. He lowkey knows about her crush and rafe is evil enough, at least in my opinion, to extort that and enjoy it.
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you had a crush on rafe and everyone knew it.
from the way you’d hold onto his every word, staring through your lashes with wide eyes at the simplest of stories, or giggle a little too loudly at every boyish joke he’d come up with — it was clear you were head over heels. too shy to make a move, sure — but almost just as happy to pine in peace. rafe knew this, it was abundantly clear — but he’d enjoyed having a sweet girl following him around like a lost puppy. in a sick and selfish way, it made him look good so he let it happen.
you hung onto the little moments, small victories in which rafe would give you the time of day. you still remember the time you walked up to the usual group you hung out with at the country club, rafe included and he’d turned to you, taking a sip of his beer and letting his eyes roam your form.
“hi.” you’d smiled simply as the rest of the group greet you, one of the other girls handing you a chute of expensive champagne — someone clearly celebrating something that day. rafes eyes lingered on your outfit. a small white lacy tube top with a matching white skirt and shoes. he places his bottle on the table and reaches towards you, fixing the small ribbon at the bust of your top. you freeze, eyes sliding up to his face in awe, watching the way the corner of his mouth tugs into the tiniest of smirks.
“i like this.” the compliment is simple, but you feel your body heat up regardless.
“yeah?” you smile sweetly and he nods, a small faux serious pout turned friendly grin before he was turning back to his friends and contributing to the conversation once more. you continued to watch him until one of your girlfriends nudged you, giving you a knowing smile.
another moment worth noting might be later on in the week, topper discussing an invite they’d received to a party thrown by someone they didn’t like too much. he turns to you, mid debate with his friends — involving you.
“look, what do you think? is it worth going to this party? i say a parties a party and if anyone starts their shit we beat their ass— but hey maybe that’s just me!” he lifts his hands up, the group erupting into debate. you stand quietly, before turning your head to look up at rafe sweetly, waiting for his input. he notes this, before stepping up closer beside you and wrapping an arm around your shoulder.
“she knows we don’t fuck with them like that alright — don’t try n’loop her into your desperate tactics. you want a party? i’ll throw a fuckin’ party.” he shrugs, making the group swiftly agree, bursting into conversation as rafe looks down at you, taking off his sunglasses and tucking them into his shirt collar. “don’t let this guy talk you into shit. you’re not goin’ to that party, trust me. come to mine instead.” and just like that — as usual, the moment is over as quickly as it starts but you still hold onto it, smiling uncontrollably at the fact he had his arm around you for even a moment.
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okay but what about going on a trip and your vampire boyfriend misses you, he just can’t keep his hands off you for hours after you’ve returned constantly manhandling you and whispering how much he’s missed you and the things he’s thought about while jerking off whilst you were away
perhaps even taking a little bite to taste the blood he’s missed oh so much while you were gone ;)
You end up getting back home in the middle of the day. Your vampire boyfriend can't help but pace back and forth impatiently waiting for you to come home, annoyed that he's trapped indoors by the sun.
"Hey, I'm-" You don't even get to finish the sentence before you get swept up into his arms, his mouth covering yours in a deep kiss.
"Missed you," he mumbles against your mouth before pushing his tongue past your lips. He pushed you back against a wall and slid a hand up your shirt, groping you as you kissed.
"I can tell," you think to yourself, still unable to voice the thought with his mouth on yours. you'd missed him too, it had been too long without his cold hands on your body and his teeth in your neck. You might have to go out of town more if this was the kind of welcome home you got.
"I need you right now," he growls, breaking the kiss briefly.
"Take me then," you challenge. He doesn't even bother taking you up to the bed, he just turns you around and bends you over the first flat surface he sees, which happens to be an antique coffee table. He tugs at your clothes, punning you down.
"You have no idea how badly I missed you," he groans you press your ass back and feel his hard cock press against you.
"I've got some idea," you tease, then sigh in pleasure feeling his mouth on your neck, kissing softly. "Bite me, please," you beg.
"not yet, I want to be in you when I bite," he murmurs. "that's all I could think about the entire time you were away, how badly I wanted to drink your blood while fucking you, wanted to feel my pretty girl cum while I bite." you can feel his cock press into you, filling you in one swift stroke.
"did you touch yourself while I was gone?" you ask, your voice shaking as he starts slowly thrusting into you.
"I did, couldn't help myself, I got so hard thinking about what I'd do when you got home, how I'd fuck this pretty pussy so hard you'd never leave me again," he whimpers. you can picture it perfectly, him alone on your bed touching himself and smelling your pillow, or maybe a pair of your underwear that he'd stolen.
"I- ahh- I didn't leave I was on a work trip," you protest. He didn't say anything coherent, just mumbled against your neck before biting you hard, his sharp teeth puncturing your skin your warm blood spilling over into his mouth. after that, you don't say much at all.
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Blood Ties Chapter 30
Series Masterlist
Warnings: Somewhat graphic depictions of afterbirth; Breastfeeding; Newborn bodily functions; Scars and allusions to past child abuse.
A/N: Fuck me sideways, I have struggled to write since all this shit in my personal life. This chapter is pretty boring but I guess there are some fluffy aspects. And Thumper gets a name.
The tiny creature that had just been shrieking in Hershel’s grasp, was now rooting around angrily while you studied every perfect little inch of her. Her skin was pink beneath the drying, waxy mess of vernix caseosa—or whatever Hershel had called it—and blood. The old man had said if he had to guess, he would put her at about six pounds. Hilarious since she felt like she weighed thirty while you carried her.
Her round little face scrunched up before she wailed again, disturbed from her meal-seeking venture by Carol leaning around Daryl to drape a blanket over her. When you looked up to smile at him, you found the archer studying his baby like he wasn’t quite certain about something.
“What is it?” You asked, moving the blanket a little so he could see her better.
“S’just—” He reached toward the bundle but withdrew. “Feels like—feels like she ain’t real.” You could see the tears brimming on his waterline, crystal droplets shining beneath the pale yellow illuminance of the van’s interior overhead light; how he would squint instead of blink in an attempt to keep them from falling.
“Daryl, you—ow.” You placed your hand on your lower abdomen, finding it tight within a cramp even if the skin itself was slightly looser.
“Ow?” Daryl appeared panicked but was desperately trying to keep himself together. He wasn’t doing a very good job. It was so odd to see him constantly grappling for control over his emotions when he had always—for the time you’d known him—been so careful not to allow too much to show.
The veterinarian checked the cord to find it no longer pulsing. The contractions you were having now were mild cramps compared to before, Hershel advising you that you would need to give up your hold on Thumper to deliver the afterbirth. The archer watched as you handed off Thumper to Maggie. You wondered if he even realized why you hadn’t given him a chance to hold his daughter yet. Regardless, it was immediately apparent he hadn’t been listening in the slightest—
“Just an easy push, Y/N.”
“Wait! What?!” Daryl shouted. Meanwhile, you were clenching your fists and bearing down. It wasn’t the worst pain but considering you had just pushed a tiny human out of the same opening, you were a tad bit sore.
“Good, good. I can see it. One more push.”
Daryl’s hand wrapped around one of your fists. You uncurled your fingers and let his slip between them. “See what?! The fuck she pushin’ again for?” The archer gave no time for anyone to answer that particular question before he was crawling and leaning above the space between your knees—just in time for the placenta to exit your body while you groaned through the discomfort. “What the flyin’ blue fuck s’that?!”
“It’s alright, son.”
“It’s okay, Daryl.” Carol repeated.
The archer had gone white again, swaying slightly and swallowing convulsively while scooting back toward you on his ass. You tugged gently on his hand before anyone else could interfere. “Hey, tough guy. Look at her.” God, you were exhausted but keeping your partner grounded was your priority. He had a baby to meet. Daryl’s eyes shifted to you and then behind you to the infant over which Maggie was currently gushing.
“She’s perfect.” The elder Greene daughter chuckled through her own tears.
The hunter stared at Thumper, the color slowly returning to his skin. “Rick!” He belted out suddenly. “We clear?”
“All clear for now.” The former deputy called back, even though there was little more than five feet separating them.
“Good. Stop.”
“Stop?” Rick glanced back over his shoulder, once and then again. “Shouldn’t we—”
“Stop the van.” This time Daryl barked the command, growing irritated. He gently extricated his hand from yours, moved toward the door, and wrapped his fingers around the handle. It was obvious he was waiting for the vehicle to come to a halt.
“Daryl, what the hell are you doing?” You queried while trying to divide your attention between him and Thumper being placed back against your skin. The baby began to squeak, working up to another bout of shrill cries before you shifted her, trying your hand at offering up a breast without any guidance. When her tiny mouth latched onto your nipple immediately, you felt a tugging sensation, but no pain like you had actually expected.
“You’re a natural!” Carol exclaimed through her own tears and sniffles.
Before you could offer comfort while the other woman was obviously distraught—likely reminiscing of the times just after the birth of Sophia—the van jolted to a stop and Daryl was opening the door, jumping out with his bag and crossbow, and closing it before you could say a word.
“What’s happening?” You sat up just a little, your eyes wide. “Where’s he going? Rick?”
“Stay still. Relax.” Maggie cooed, dragging a finger tenderly down Thumper’s cheek. “Let her nurse. I’m sure Daryl’s got his reasons.” You nodded even though you weren’t truly satisfied with the answer. You were just simply too exhausted to think about it any further. Carol started handing Maggie blankets to roll up behind you. “We’re gonna getcha all cleaned up and as comfortable as we can until we can find somewhere safer, okay?”
“Just wrap this up until Daryl gets back.” Hershel spoke softly, placing a bloody blob of something onto a large piece of cloth before handing it to Carol. The sac was connected to Thumper by the slimy cord.
“Do you think he’ll want to?” The other woman whispered. Sight and sound were starting to fizzle out. Your body was demanding rest, all reserves depleted. Thumper was suckling away, making the sweetest little snorting breaths between gulps. Maggie was wiping the sweat from your face and neck, sweeping the fabric back and forth over every inch of skin she could reach.
Hershel and Carol worked together to clean up the mess between your legs, the area swollen and sore and thank god you were so exhausted or that would have really hurt. When you opened your eyes again, you were covered with a blanket and Thumper was gone from your chest.
“Thumps?!” You bolted upright, caught halfway by Hershel’s gentle hands on your shoulders.
“She’s fine. You were quite out of it when she finished. Maggie tried to burp her but breastfed newborns don’t always need it. Now she’s there with Carol, getting cleaned up the best we can without warm water. The vernix caseosa can stay on her skin until she can have a good warm bath. It won’t do any harm. We just thought she could do without the other fluids.”
You nodded tiredly. “How long did I sleep?”
“Only about half an hour.” Carol answered, shuffling on her knees with the baby in her arms. “Rick grabbed the diapers from the truck and checked on everyone. She’s such a tiny thing, the newborn size almost swallows her.” She pulled the blanket away to place the baby against your skin and then covered her again with the small receiving blanket. Once Thumper settled, Carol pulled the thicker blanket over both of you.
You felt your expression light up—casting shadows over your exhaustion—at the sight of that little face. God, she was tiny. The lack of blood revealed wisps of blonde hair, still molded flat in some places by the waxy covering. You could already see so much of Daryl in her that it—
“Where’s Daryl?”
As if summoned by his name on your lips, the van door opened to reveal the archer, clearly shivering. He tossed his bag and crossbow to the side and climbed in, rubbing his hands up and down his sleeved arms. He was clean, his hair wet while the strands appeared damn near frozen. His dirty clothing—vest and poncho included—was missing, likely in his pack.
“Daryl Dixon, are you trying to end up with pneumonia again?!” Carol admonished. She shoved his bag out of the way quickly and tossed the last larger blanket around his shoulders.
“C-c-couldn’a held ‘er like I w-w-was, right?” His teeth legitimately chattered, his gaze leaving Carol to look you over. “D-doin’ alright?”
You narrowed your eyes above the ghost of a smile. “Did you really go find a body of water to take a bath in the middle of winter?”
“W-wouldn’a left ya but w-was d-d-dirty. Wanted t-to—wanna hold ‘er.” Once again, he was pale as milk but there was some color slowly seeping into his cheeks. Hershel wasn’t freaking out over his current state, so—contrary to the pressure threatening to choke you from the inside—you wouldn’t either. Daryl ran his tongue over colorless lips and ducked his head. “If that’s alr-right?”
Your mouth fell open, your brow furrowing while you blinked at him. Did he just— “Daryl, she’s your daughter. Of course you can hold her.” You were already moving an arm from beneath Thumper’s miniscule weight. When your hand found his, you pulled back with a hiss. “Maybe just get a little warmer first though, okay?” The archer nodded, but he still looked so uncertain.
Hershel cleared his throat. He had remained still and silent throughout the exchange but then slowly crept down to sit on his knees at your hip. “In the meantime.” With a gesture toward Carol, he held out his hands. The cloth-clad placenta was placed onto his palms. It had apparently just been traveling around with Thumper wherever she roamed within the van. “Would you like to cut the cord, son?”
Still shivering but teeth no longer clicking together, Daryl’s expression molded into equal parts disgust and confusion. “The hell would I wanna do that?”
“It’s a tradition.” The old man explained. Carol was busy cleaning her knife with some rubbing alcohol. “It marks the start of life outside of the mother, when the father can begin to be physically involved in caring for the baby.”
The hunter brought his left thumb to his mouth, chewing on the side, granting a physical form to his inner anxiety. “Don’t it hurt ‘er?” You were curious as well, and you looked away from your partner to await the answer.
“There are no nerves in the cord. She won’t feel a thing.”
Daryl drew back when Carol presented him with the knife. He looked to you. You shrugged a shoulder, careful not to jar Thumper. “It’s your decision.”
“Must be done. It doesn’t matter if it’s you or myself.” Hershel added.
Lowering his hand from his teeth, Daryl eyed the knife. It was clear that he didn’t believe he wasn’t going to hurt his daughter. His thumb was replaced by his lower lip, jaw inching back and forth to gnaw at it earnestly. Without a word, he reached for the knife. Carol offered him a smile that he unsurprisingly didn’t return.
“Where do—how does it—”
“I’ll help you.” The veterinarian reassured, balancing the organ on top of one hand while the other lifted the cord. “Right between the tape.”
“Don’t that leave some’a it?” Daryl’s throat was visibly working as he swallowed.
“That will dry up and fall off. I’ll show you both how to care for it until that happens.”
The exhale was audible, undoubtedly something he didn’t intend but also didn’t take notice. Daryl’s hand was shaking, the blade carefully pressed to slice upward and away from the skin of your newborn. You held your breath, afraid any movement or sound would cause her to stir. If Daryl accidentally nicked her, there’d be no consoling him.
The cut was clean and quick, Thumper remaining sound asleep throughout. Your head tipped back against your pillow of blankets, relief flooding through you in a tingling wave that left you once again feeling wrung out. Half an hour was not enough. You wanted to sleep for days.
Turning your head was a chore, but worth it. Daryl was ignoring everything that was happening below the two of you, his eyes dancing between you and his daughter. “I know.” You whispered. His gaze found yours. “She’s finally here.” He nodded, his lips slightly parted with words he couldn’t seem to articulate. “It’s a lot, Daryl. I know. It’s okay.”
He was trembling, but you were certain it was no longer from the cold. His entire world had just changed. He was a father, and—judging by the look on his face, the turmoil in his pretty eyes—he was terrified.
“Do you wanna hold her?” Your question was met with a sharp inhale, his spine straightening.
“I—”
You were already shifting the baby, shushing and cooing when she squeaked and stretched in protest.
“You should bond with her too, Daryl.” Carol was sitting against the interior wall, looking her own personal sort of tired. “If you feel comfortable, um—” She turned her head to look away entirely, staring at the opposite wall. “You should let her lay against your skin.”
Bless him, he looked as though he might hyperventilate. “What if—she might—don’t wanna scare ‘er.” Daryl stared at Thumper, her little head moving back and forth as you offered her to him. You wouldn’t tell him the baby was too little to be scared. That would only leave him wondering if she’d be afraid of him later, when she was older. He was so convinced that his scars would make his daughter fear him.
That anger you had felt before, the inferno of rage that had boiled beneath your ribs—it was back. Had they been still alive, you would strangle those people that had hurt him, scarred him so deeply. Beyond physical. But they were dead. And you were there. You would do your damnedest to show him a different perspective. That he was good and not a product of his father’s anger or his mother’s absence. That he was loved.
“She isn’t afraid and she won’t be, not of you.” You vowed, pulling Thumper in against your own chest once more. With a hand then free, you raised the blanket and slid over with a grunt. The pain wasn’t horrible but you were definitely sore. “Get under here with me first.”
Maybe one day, he would be beyond the urge to hide that part of himself. Until then, however, you were more than content to help him find any measure of comfort you could offer.
Daryl hesitated, giving you a quick once over. “Won’t hurtcha?”
You smiled, small and tired but genuine. “No. Now get under here. Don’t make me drag you while holding a newborn. You know I can do it.” You challenged playfully. Maybe you could lighten the atmosphere. With a pfft, he took the blanket from your hand and shed the one around his shoulders, his eyes darting over to Hershel and Carol. They had knowingly turned their backs. You almost wished they would leave but having someone knowledgeable there was a comfort you weren’t ready to be without. You had no idea what you were doing. Once he was settled, you did your best to pull up the blanket until he took over. “Unbutton your shirt?”
“Dunno if—”
“She already loves you, Daryl. You were the one to calm her down when she was river dancing on my intestines. Just—try?” He sighed, his fingers slowly working open the buttons before stalling. “If you’re too uncomfortable with it, we’ll fix it, okay? I’ll take her and then you can put her on top of your shirt.”
The deep breath he took trembled but he continued until he could part his shirt enough for his chest to be visible. Even with only your eyes on him, he began to exhibit obvious anxiety.
“It’s only me.” You whispered while maneuvering Thumper. He could actually hold her later, when there weren’t four of you cramped up in the back of an old van with stow-and-go seats.
The man looked like he was two seconds from sliding out from beneath the blanket and bolting—until the moment the baby’s skin finally touched his own. His wide eyes drained of any trace of fear to make room for awe.
“Holy fuck.”
Watching him closely, those two words were meant to be part of the internal monologue he had going on inside his head. His calloused hands had never looked so gentle, laying across Thumper’s back. He immediately lifted one and placed the other there instead with the previous palm resting on her little diapered bottom.
“She s’posed to be this small?” His voice cracked. You turned onto your side, slowly and stiffly, while he silently let his gaze wander over to watch you move. Wiggling to find a comfortable position, you settled with your head on his shoulder and your fingertips brushing repeatedly over Thumper’s head.
“Hershel said she probably weighs around six pounds.”
“S’that okay?” His thumb was swiping back and forth through the slightly darker blonde hair on the back of the baby’s head.
“She’s perfect.”
“Yeah.” He agreed, quietly. His head was tilted, angled to be able to see the little face of the human he helped create. “I, uh—thank you.” You lifted your head to stare him down, quiet yet questioning. “Y’know—for her.”
Your expression softened. Your hand lifted from Thumper to Daryl’s chin, guiding his head to turn. Stifling the grunt of discomfort that moving caused, you shimmied up just enough to press your lips to his. It was chaste but no less passionate.
“None of that for at least six weeks. Minimum.” Hershel chided from the back of the van.
Daryl huffed in annoyance, only slightly turning away to bark out “the hell’s ‘er mouth got to do with anythin’?” You laughed in spite of yourself, the action jarring and uncomfortable.
Hershel even chuckled. “I mean no further, son. No intercourse. She needs to heal.”
Damnit. You knew at that very moment, it would take you twelve weeks to coerce Daryl into actual sex. God, if your vagina wasn’t ruined after pushing out a whole human. Oh well, you’d be fine as long as he was still yours. You blinked, eyes glazed and thoughts wandering. He would still want you, right?
“Gotta make things weird, old man? Christ.”
Shaking your head, you pushed those worries aside for later. He was now warm and you had your personal space heater back. You molded yourself to his side and willed your body to relax. Daryl was there. Your little family was safe. Sleep laid its claim on you within moments.
“Claire?” You suggested. Your hand alternated between rubbing and patting the back of the frustrated infant on your shoulder, coaxing out a burp that vibrated your collarbone. Don’t always need it, indeed. While Daryl sat across from you on the bed, rubbing the length of his left index finger across his lips, you adjusted Thumper to the opposite breast. Her little fists were flailing, her face scrunched up and red. The little squeaks and grunts were aplenty as she worked herself up to a squalling cry. “Ssh, here, Thumps.” The moment your nipple rubbed against her cheek, the baby rooted for it eagerly, latching on and suckling with gusto.
“When she scrunches ‘er face like that, she looks like Merle.” Daryl snorted. His expression didn’t show it but his eyes held a distinct shimmer of sadness.
“Wanna name her Merle? Merlene? Marleen?” You almost cackled at the look he pulled. “Okay, okay. I said Claire, grumpy gills.”
“Nah.” He sniffed and briefly glanced toward the window. You could hear the van and truck rolling in, hopefully with more supplies. “Makes me think’a that ear piercin’ place in all the malls.”
You thought about people that you had lost. Maybe you could honor them this way. “Andrea?” Daryl snorted.
“She gonna shoot me when she gets older?” He took a deep breath and balanced his chin on his right palm, elbow pressed into his thigh. “Don’t really feel like she should be a Andrea.”
“Patricia?” You pressed on, stroking Thumper’s cheek with a fingertip. “We could call her Patty?”
“No.”
Your aunt maybe. “My aunt’s name was—actually, no. Nevermind.” This time, it was you that snorted. Daryl shook his head before he turned it back to the window. Thumper had released your nipple, even as her little mouth continued to try and suckle. “Can you burp her while I get all—” you gestured broadly toward your entire self.
“Sure.” He slid off the mattress and leaned down to take his daughter, so carefully maneuvering her against the front of his shoulder. You kept your sights on him as he moved toward the window, offering the baby a little sunlight.
You and Daryl slept in the van until the current safe house had been found. No one even woke the archer to help clear it. Probably because Thumps was still lying on his chest. Carol had been the one to wake the two of you, sending you into the bedroom while she heated as much water as she could for you to properly clean up and then to give the baby a warm bath.
Daryl held your daughter while you wiped her down. There was a fire burning in the living room and though you could feel the house slowly warming, neither of you wanted to take any risks. You removed the little knit hat from her head and took care in wiping away the remaining film over her skin. Patting her dry, you replaced the hat and moved on. Each area was bared, cleaned, and covered. You couldn’t help but smile when the archer looked away while you removed the diaper. You made it all the way to her feet before she woke up properly and started trying to suckle Daryl’s thumb.
“Barkin’ up the wrong tree, lil’ one. Gonna hafta talk to your mama if you’re hungry.”
And now here you were, tucking away your tits into a nursing bra while your partner rubbed the back of your perfect daughter by a sunlit window. Thumper was in a light blue sleeper onesie and wrapped in a pink blanket— littered with little birds—to make sure she stayed warm.
You didn’t hear her burp but had no doubt that she did if he was taking her from his shoulder to the crook of his right arm. From your vantage point you couldn’t see much but you could tell Daryl was talking to her.
While daddy and daughter were occupied, you laid back on the bed and stretched tired muscles. Your abdomen was still swollen but soft. It was your lady bits that were hot and sore. Forget taking a piss. You had nearly screeched when Daryl had accompanied you earlier, leaving Thumper with Carol. You were bleeding but thank god, Carol had warned you and handed you a couple of pads before you headed out the door. You hadn’t thought anything of it until you were standing over where you had urinated and it looked like a murder scene.
“Jesus, it’s Nightmare on Elm St in my underwear.” You said as you rounded the tree. Daryl looked unamused.
“Ya gotta be so—graphic? Good lord.”
“Need to hunt soon.” Daryl spoke suddenly from the window. You sat back up with a wince just as he made his way back to you.
“We have a lot of canned stuff. You don’t need to—”
“Doc said ya need protein to keep makin’ milk for her.”
You didn’t want him to go anywhere. Logically, you knew it made sense. He was the only other hunter besides yourself. Canned veggies wouldn’t do much towards milk production and of course Daryl had asked about it already. Hershel had been pleased that Thumper was appearing satisfied with the colostrum you were producing, but she would need more even within just the next few days.
“When?” You tracked him as he lowered to the edge of the mattress just in front of you. The baby’s little hand was curled around his middle finger and you weren’t sure he cared about anything else enough to divert his attention away from his newborn. “Daryl.” You chuckled.
“Yeah?” He still wasn’t paying attention.
“Purple because aliens don’t wear hats.”
“Mhm.” Had he ever been this distracted? You called his name again amidst a laugh, each syllable bouncing. Finally, he looked up. Straight ahead first, as if forgetting where you were sitting. Then it was over to you. “You say somethin’?”
“Welcome back.”
He mocked a laugh and then deadpanned. “Funny girl.”
Your smile remained steadfast. “When are you going out to hunt?”
“Thought I’d leave in the mornin’. Y’know, stick ‘round to help ya tonight an’ make sure ya both’re all good ‘fore I go. Try to bring back all I can so that—” His mouth was still open, but the words stopped altogether. His brow drew inward. “Think this diaper’s toast.”
Oh god.
The first diaper change.
“Should I get Carol?” You asked in earnest. You had never changed a diaper before and Daryl had never indicated he had any experience either. Still, he shook his head.
“Gotta learn sometime, right? Between the two’a us, how hard can it be?”
The answer: really fucking hard.
“Daryl, you have to look!”
“Don’t feel right to see ‘er—areas.”
“You’re her father and you’re trying to change her. It’s fine. You’re gonna get it all over your hands if you don’t look.”
“S’it s’posed to be that color?”
“How the hell should I know? Can you hand me the wipes?”
“What wipes?”
“You didn’t grab the wipes?”
“No?”
“Was that a question?”
“No?”
“Daryl.”
“Y/N.”
“Get the wipes.”
Twenty minutes later, Thumper was snoozing comfortably on the mattress, wrapped snugly in her blanket without a care in the world. You and Daryl, however, were staring at the small creature, appearing every bit as though you were trapped in the flashbacks of war.
“I don’t think it’s supposed to take that long.” You finally commented.
“Walker guts don’t even look like that.” Daryl’s voice was just as quiet and monotonous as your own.
“It didn’t even smell. Shouldn’t it smell bad?”
“You’re complainin’?”
“Touché.”
When Carol knocked, your heads moved in unison, two sets of wide, troubled eyes landing on the woman in the doorway. Her eyebrows shot upward, lowering slowly as she took in the scene: you and Daryl cross-legged on the mattress. Thumper just a few inches away. Wipes and a rolled up diaper on the floor below the foot of the bed. Her hand flew to her mouth, pressing against it to smother the chuckle that tried so hard to break free.
“You two okay?” She finally asked, clearing her throat.
“We look okay?” Daryl rasped.
She struggled against laughter again. “You look like two first time parents discovering one of the joys of a newborn.”
“We need help.” You were practically pleading, feeling horrible to ask it of the woman who had lost her only child. Daryl’s expression was just as desperate even if he would never grant it a voice.
“Okay, let’s go over the basics.” Carol shook her head fondly and closed the door behind her.
Several feedings and diaper changes later, Thumper was asleep between you and Daryl. Night had stolen the sun and a candle burned on the bedside table behind you. She was so far a quiet baby, only crying when she was hungry and would squeak and grunt when her diaper was soiled.
“Expressing herself in grunts and other noncommittal sounds. She’s totally your kid.” You teased.
“Shuddup.”
Daryl’s hand was on the baby’s stomach, likely just as much for his benefit as hers. He was dozing, making a valiant effort to stay awake with little success. You were just as tired but you couldn’t seem to coerce your eyes away from your partner and daughter. Daryl had been so attentive and tender with you while you carried Thumper but seeing him physically interact with her was an entirely different experience.
Once again, it was likely something he would internalize but he was absolutely in love. That little thing lying between the two of you had already stolen his whole heart. If you had any doubt of his desire and ability to be her dad,—which you didn’t—that would be long gone now.
When you weren’t nursing her, she was with Daryl. He talked to her in hushed whispers like sharing secrets he’d never speak to another living soul. And she slept or stared at him while he stared right back. She had the bluest of eyes but Carol said they might not remain that way.
You hoped they did.
When she looked at you, you could feel her curiosity and adoration. You were her mother and she knew. She knew your voice, your touch. She knew Daryl. Carol said Thumper could only see in shapes and shades of gray, but you didn’t believe that. Not for a second. They way she would stare at Daryl, her little fingers squeezing the edge of her pink bird blanket. No, you didn’t believe that.
“Think I gotta name for ‘er.” Daryl spoke suddenly, words rough off his tongue, laced with exhaustion. You smiled.
“Oh yeah?” You wondered if he was even awake or aware of what he was saying. His eyelids were heavy, flickering open every few seconds.
“Yeah. S’okay if ya don’t like it. Don’t really make no sense.”
You laughed within a breath, reaching to brush the hair off his forehead. When he didn’t speak for a moment, you found yourself too curious to let it go. “Are you gonna tell me?”
He took a deep breath, eyes still closed, with an mhm during the exhale. His index finger was gently rubbing back and forth over Thumper’s little hand while she had it fisted into her blanket.
You almost moved your hand to his shoulder to shake him awake, but refrained. He was—like you—exhausted, and within that state, he was emotionally vulnerable. You almost felt as if you were taking advantage of that, but there was a realization that you wanted him to name her. So, you would wait. Let him sleep or listen when he was ready to tell you.
“Birdie.” He finally breathed. Without opening his eyes, he moved his finger to tap one of the birds on the blanket. “Birdie Jade.”
You felt the wet tickle of a tear running across the bridge of your nose and wiped it away before it could sting your other eye. Sniffling, you ran your fingers through the hair above Daryl’s ear. His eyes finally opened, clear and sharp, watching, waiting for your reaction.
You pulled back your hand and laid it on top of his, over the baby’s blanket.
“Hi, Birdie.”
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You know know those fics that make one of the waynes a halfa?
I’m just saying, do ectoblasts have the ability to be shaped to the wielder’s will?
Because if so..
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“This is fucking stupid.”
Jason huffed as he tried to push out another blast from his palm.
“It only feels stupid because you’re not used to it.”
“Of course I’m not used to it. Pretty sure the people who would find this natural would be tamarans.”
Sweat was building under his brow as the green flickered in his palm as he braced his arm and took aim.
The glass broke with a shatter but more to the force of the new crater in the old car they were using in the junkyard than his aim.
Danny hummed as he inspected the damage, Jason plopped down with a huff.
“You’re putting too much of yourself into the blasts. You’re draining yourself with each shot.”
Jason raised a middle finger in the general direction of his compatriot,
“You said it was like the baster, when the things’ crappy battery fucks off I just kind of shove all the energy I can into it hope for the best.”
Danny felt gravity suddenly take hold of him as he jolted, with a quick dip into the ground he righted himself to gawk.
“What?!”
“What?” Jason parroted back, “what’s with that look?”
Danny brought his fingers to the bridge of his nose and closed his eyes for a second before asking,
“Dude.. how have you not passed out yet?”
“Spite and audacity. Mainly spite.”
“No shit.”
Danny moved so that he was facing Jason with consternation,
“Jay.. how do I best explain this? Yes, you are the power source both, you do power both the ectobasts and the blaster. The problem is that you are not taking into account that you are not a blaster.”
Jason snorted,
“Yeah no shit I’m not.”
“No you don’t- wait let me just-“
Danny reached inside of himself and pulled out a wrist ray.
“So normally these guys only have about two shots before they need to naturally charge, what we do when we force our ecto into the battery is the equivalent of a super charge. The thing is, the battery has a natural cap to how much ecto it can take. If it didn’t it would just turn into slag.”
“Yeah, and?”
“Jay, you don’t have that cap because you are both the power source and the battery when you ectoblast. You don’t have a power cap other than what you can make at a time!”
Jason blinked for a second,
“So what you’re saying is i have basically been hail marry-ing it whenever I have been dealing with these stupid things!?”
“Hey this is good actually!”
Danny as he raised to his feet,
“you’ve been accidentally doing endurance training and nowww we know what was wrong. We just need to give you a better mental visual to help you! What’s a weapon you know that will make yourself limit your ecto? It’ll have to be a projectile and your ability to visualize it has to be almost instinctual, can’t have you fudging up because of a cloudy mind-“
And one would think that Jason’s mind would go to his guns. His primaries that he kept with him wherever he went.
But guns were complex things. How well maintenance, what types of mods, and the ammo; there was a lot of small things that went into a gun.
Further more how would he hold his hands to shoot?
No, his mind didn’t go to his guns.
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There was something new up red hood’s sleeve.
Something different.
It was green and didn’t come out often, but it was never a good day when they did.
When a gang had Hood pinned with limited ammo they thought they had finally did the impossible and toppled the crime alley boss.
Only to watch one of their associates get cratered into the nearby wall with a groan from the impact of a glowing blur.
Ted gaped at the fallen member and was only able to let out a confused,
“Was that a green batarang?!?”
Before all hell broke loose.
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hey love!!!! i hope you are doing well ���🫶🫶 if you feel so inclined could we get another coworker frenemies james?? i loveeeee him ☹️
thank u for requesting 💌 fem, 1k
James can’t fucking stand you, but in a fun way. You feel worse about him, he’s sure. He’s sitting in his car waiting for you to get out of yours, pretending to look for something rather than have to share the elevator up to the office with you.
He hasn’t figured out a good comeback yet for what you’d said about his rugby pictures yesterday as you left, and he hates when you win, because you smile all smug and he finds it adorable. You don’t deserve a smile like that, you’re insipid, and annoying, and you take a full day to reply to his emails.
He digs his hand into the door handle and pushes it out. The winter cold hits him hard and immediate, makes him wish he wore his thick coat with the hood even if Remus says it makes him look like he works in the deep arctic.
There’s less slow on the ground than there has been for the last few days, snowdrift melting in the day and turning to ice at night when the temperature drops. There’s no sun out yet to warm him. He shoves his hands into his pocket and begins a careful trek from the parking lot to the stairs leading up to the office.
You’re taking steps slow as his further in. He’d hoped you’d be gone. He’s stupid for not looking, now you both have to do an awkward shuffle where the other can see, what if he trips? You aren’t looking his way, but he’s sure it would draw your attention. If he trips in front of you he might quit, he—
You’re about two steps away from the flat entrance to the office building when you slip.
In honesty, it's not as bad a fall as it could’ve been, your foot slips on the step and your knee hits the stone, then the other, your hand tight on the handrail but unable to save you. Your gasp is horrible, tight and too quiet, considering the surprise.
James pauses.
He could pretend he didn’t see. But if you turn at any point and see him, you’ll know he’s witnessed it, and that’ll be ten times as awkward as if he were to just keep on walking.
He can’t walk past you. He never could. You don’t get along, but James isn’t the type of guy who can leave someone kneeling on the wet ground.
Foregoing caution, James hurries across the last stretch of slushied ground to grab you. He feels cruel at first, his hand under your armpits and yanking you up, but the ice is dead slippery and you can’t find purchase, letting out another strange gasp as he rights you.
You turn your face to identify your saviour.
“Oh,” you say, breathing funny, “of course.”
“Are you okay?”
“What?” you ask.
“Are you okay?” he frowns at your frown, though they’re of two different calibres. You look angry. James is concerned.
“What do you think, James?”
You yank out of his arms and turn away from him.
He shouldn’t have grabbed you without asking. He probably hurt you a little with the force of it, but he’d thought picking you up would be best. Less humiliating, perhaps.
You sniffle.
“Are you alright?” he asks. He wishes he could say he spoke gently, but your annoyance churns his own, and he’s starting to sound mad too.
“I’m fine.”
“Listen, sit down. You have a long coat, just sit for a second.”
Your shoulders tighten, but you sweep your coat under your thighs and struggle to sit down on one of the icy steps. He can imagine the cold of it under your bum and your palms as you begin to fold in on yourself, and it’s only then he notices the blood on your knees. “Oh,” he says. (And later, years in the future, he might admit to sounding heartbroken). “Your knees.”
You pull at your skin. “Awesome. That’s really cool.”
You sound upset. James finds he can’t ignore that, either. He feels like a dick standing over you and so he crouches, and that feels worse, but he stays like that, facing across from you, hand begging to touch your poor scratched knees. Your eyes widen ever so slightly in response, their waterlines heavy with tears, shimmery and waiting to fall.
“The last time I fell up here I thought I broke my arm.”
A tear breaks free from your lashes, streaking heavy and slow down your cheek. “What?”
“I smashed my arm coming down. It hurt for days, and I had a bruise in a line.” He raises his arm to draw a line across his sleeve. “Right here.”
“I thought you were better coordinated than that.”
“That’s not what you said yesterday about my photos,” he reminds you.
You laugh under your breath. A second tear tips down the other cheek.
“It’s easily done. The ice is pretty bad.”
“Don’t patronise me,” you say. Your voice is missing its usual disdain. You just sound sad.
“I’m not patronising you! You just take everything I say the wrong way.”
“Then don’t say it the wrong way.”
“Maybe we should go inside and find the first aid kit. How does it feel?”
“I slipped,” you say hotly. “I’m fine.”
Then why are you crying? Floods of tears on your cheeks, your hot breath a cloud that kisses your nose. If it were Remus sitting here in tears, James would already be hugging him. If it were Sirius, he’d have patted him on the back by now. It is so, so odd to see you crying. So weird. It makes his chest twist.
“Are you sure you’re okay?”
“I’m fine! Just go upstairs and tell everybody already.”
“Tell them what?”
“I don’t know. That I’m a baby.”
He tilts his head, can’t help it, leaning in mildly too close. “You’re a baby?” he asks, fondness leaking into his tone. “Because you fell? Everybody falls.”
“‘Cos I’m crying,” you mumble.
“I’m not going to tell anyone. Then you’ll tell everybody I cried when I nearly broke my arm, it’s a lose-lose situation.”
He’s stupid for talking to you like this. Like you’re friends, and like you can stand to be near him. You don’t look disgusted as his finger brushes your leg, just below your sore cut, and you’re not mad anymore. The ferocity drains from your face and leaves behind a sniffly, embarrassed frown.
“Won’t tell anyone,” he says quietly.
“Thank you.”
James didn’t fall up the stairs the last time it snowed. He didn’t hurt his arm or cry, he’s too remarkably coordinated for that. He lied, and he’ll lie to Remus when he asks why it took you both as long as it did to get upstairs. You slipped and he helped you. There were no heart-hurting tears. It’s a secret he doesn’t mind keeping for you.
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A Noah Sebastian x F!Reader One Shot
Word Count: 2.7k
× Summary: Simply put, Noah is streaming and you're in the mood. That's it. That's the summary.
× Warnings!: SMUT. ( cut me some slack as I continue to get back into it •‿• ) language, very slight praise kink, obviously 18+! Proofread maybe once ( I don't like to read my own smut :') ).
× Story Song: Huggin & Kissin - Big Black Delta ( why? I don't know, it was playing )
A night of drinking had led to you becoming overly comfortable on the couch before eventually falling asleep. You had no idea how you managed it, since you were usually much better at holding your alcohol, and your composure, compared to Noah. At some point, a plush blanket had been draped over your body, a familiar hand gently brushing along your face to tuck strands of hair back.
“Hmm?”
“I'm going to stream for a bit,” he whispered, just loud enough to garner your sleepy attention but not to fully rouse you from your rest. “Won't be too long.” Noah placed a gentle kiss to your forehead before adjusting the blanket and then wandering up the stairs to his bedroom.
You weren't sure how long you had been asleep for, but when your eyes slowly opened, you noticed it was still dark outside. The house was quiet…aside from the laughter and odd comical voices you could hear drifting down from the second floor. After shifting the blanket from your body and stretching your arms up above your head, you finally pulled yourself to your feet and carefully padded over to the staircase.
There was a mixture of profanities and bad jokes growing louder the closer you crept to his room, and you knew instantly he had carried on with his own solo drinking party.
With a gentle push against the door, it soundlessly opened and you were greeted by the sight of Noah illuminated by the monitors. He didn't realize you were there at first, until the slight shift of air caused him to glance over his shoulder.
“Hey,” he softly spoke, his tone immediately changing to a soother level that was typically only meant for you. “Let me finish up and we can head to bed.”
“Shut the fuck up,” he then aggressively addressed whoever he was streaming with after you nodded. You could only assume they were taunting him for the shift in his demeanor when you first appeared.
Watching Noah stream was a source of fun for you. You liked witnessing his banter first hand since he was always so reserved in every other public setting when he was meant to be the focus. But tonight…you were less focused on his playful little insults to the viewers and more interested in the way his hands moved skillfully along the Xbox controller.
There was an immediate stirring in your lower stomach, a need growing. Yep, sometimes it really was that easy for him to get you in the mood, even when he wasn't aware of it.
Biting down into your lower lip, you walked behind where he was seated and stood off to the side by his desk where you knew the camera couldn't pick you up. He glanced at you a couple of times, trying to figure out what you were doing without drawing too much attention to himself.
With your eyes looking directly at him, you flashed a smirk, your thumbs then hooking into the waistband of your shorts to push them off your hips so they could drop to the floor. Noah took in a deep breath, his head shaking ever so slightly as he looked back to the game he was now failing to find interest in. Moments later, your panties joined the growing pile of clothes on his bedroom floor.
Noah cleared his throat and shifted in his chair, the hold he had on the controller wavering just a bit. You knew he was getting aroused from the mere sight of you standing there with his band’s t-shirt on, no barriers beneath it, and nipples obviously hard under the fabric. One hand dropped to slyly adjust himself in his pants, though you both knew there would be no relief to the tension until you were on his cock.
You were becoming impatient now. A sober you would've waited patiently, but you were still a little buzzed from earlier, and this version of you was much more bold. No longer caring that he was streaming, you stepped into frame and used one hand to push the corner of his chair back, the other holding his shoulder to keep you steady when you dropped down onto his lap. The shirt you wore was long enough to keep you modest, but that didn't stop Noah from releasing the controller and frantically pulling the hem down.
“Fuck, you're going to get me banned.”
He was obviously frustrated, in more ways than one, but he still chuckled nervously.
You pushed the cat ear headset back and off his head, dropping it to the floor where the controller remained. Noah was looking up at you with an intensity as your fingers soothed along his jaw and raked back into his hair, just to grip his head and pull him into a firm kiss. There was no slow build up, for you desperately needed him and it showed in the way your mouth moved with a purpose along with his, both of you fighting for the upper hand. Noah’s hands slid along your waist and down to your lower back, forcing your hips forward just enough so you could feel how hard he already was for you.
“Fuck!” He suddenly announced upon realization that he had been too distracted by your forwardness to cut the stream. Noah loosened the hold he had on you and angled his upper body around your own as he began to quickly click around the screen. He didn't dare look at the comments from viewers who had just received quite the eyefull.
You erupted into a laugh, briefly dropping your face to his shoulder to help muffle your amusement.
“Oh, you find that funny, huh?”
“Maybe a bit…”
Noah’s hands grabbed your thighs with a force, further pulling you higher up on his lap. His mouth was hot against your neck as wet kisses were laid out across your skin, a hand simultaneously dipping between your legs so he could circle his thumb around your awaiting clit without hesitation.
“You just wanted everyone to see me fucking you, didn't you?” He growled against your skin just before forcing two fingers into your dripping cunt as deep as the angle would allow.
The pleasure ripped through you and your hands held tighter to his shoulders to keep yourself grounded. Noah was thrusting his fingers into you at a rapid pace, refusing to let up as you trembled and moaned above him. He grinned to himself while watching your face contort in ecstasy, your eyes closed and head angled back to let your moans freely escape.
His fingers abruptly stilled while knuckle deep in your cunt, pressing firm up into that sweet spot he could always locate without issue. If anyone knew your body better than yourself, it was definitely Noah.
“No, no, no,” you whined, “don't stop.”
Noah breathed out a laugh at how fucking adorable you were when you wanted something only he had the power of giving you.
“Please, Noah…I was so close.”
He completely retracted his fingers and dropped his hands away from you all together. This caused you to open your eyes and look down at him with obvious confusion.
“Stand up.”
For a moment you thought maybe you had actually made him mad, but seeing him bring his fingers to his mouth to clean you off of them told you otherwise. The sight caused your cunt to clench, pupils blown with desire for this man.
As you shifted off of him, he briefly returned his focus to the computer. After clicking around a bit, a screen popped up that showed the mirror image of you two, the numbers at the bottom telling you that time was lapsing. He said nothing on the matter once he was looking at you again, hands on your hips to guide you to the side a bit.
“Take off your shirt.”
Another demand, one that you obediently obeyed without a second thought. Noah sharply inhaled as your bare body was revealed to him, your chest already flushed red from the looming orgasm he had just denied you. Smirking, his hands rubbed along your hips and circled back to grasp your ass. He was sitting up in his chair a bit more now, light pressure being applied to make you step closer to him. When you glanced over your shoulder, you could see yourself from mid back down being recorded, as well as Noah’s face, both clear as day despite the dim lighting.
He began kissing along your stomach and down to your hips, one hand still firmly massaging into your ass cheek, his short nails scratching along your skin. When you went to touch him, though, he was forcing your body around again, his smirk lighting up on the monitor.
“Do you like being watched? I already know you do. So fucking dirty, baby.”
Noah gave your backside the same treatment as he had your front; his lips connected randomly with your plump ass cheeks while his fingers dipped into your folds from behind. You had to grab onto the edge of his desk to keep yourself from falling when his fingertips grazed over your clit at the same time his teeth sunk into your bottom.
“Oh!” You yelped in both shock and slight pain, already knowing that was going to leave a mark for the next few days. His fingers continued to work your swollen clit, then slip back to tease at your entrance that he gave no more than a couple of half-finger pumps to.
“Noah…” you pouted, a groan to follow when you lost all contact with his body. There was a bit of movement behind you, as well as the sound of something light hitting the floor, and only then were his hands back on you.
The chair rolled back a bit, his tight grip on your hips causing you to step back along with him. When he came to a halt, your body didn't. Instead, Noah roughly tugged you back and down, angling just right so that you were practically fucking impaled by his hard, thick cock. You cried out his name and he moaned along with you, your cunt squeezing tight like a vice around him.
Noah heavily breathed as he guided your hips atop his, forcing you to grind and rock against every throbbing inch he kept buried to the hilt inside you. With your legs spread, you could clearly see on the monitor the way he bulged out and it was surprising even to you that you could take him so well.
“Fuuuck, just like that, baby. So goddamn tight.”
Because he had already gotten you so close with his fingers, you were right on the verge of cumming. The head of his cock massaged along all the sensitive places inside of you, each stroke bringing you closer and closer. One hand held firm to your hip to continue to guide your body, the other finding its way up to your chest. He kneaded hard into your breast, clutching onto you. Noah then altered your motions until he was lifting and pulling you down onto his cock in shallow thrusts. The sensation of your bodies colliding was quick to get you to your first climax and soon you were cumming on his cock, your moans echoing through the room.
To not overstimulate you just yet, Noah paused inside of you as you came. He kissed around your back and shoulders, his fingers pinching your nipple while your pussy quaked around him and your breathing stalled.
Normally he would give you a couple of minutes to regroup, allow you some time to breathe easy again, but he was chasing his own primal needs now and didn't have the patience.
You were swiftly lifted from his lap and he stood along with you, forcing your body to turn so you were facing each other. There was a darkness in his eyes that you typically only saw when he really needed you - like after touring for weeks at a time and not even his own hand and imagination had been enough to get him off.
Noah grasped the underside of your thighs and hoisted you up onto the desk. One leg was left down as he held the other up beneath your knee, keeping you perfectly spread for him. He said nothing as he aligned himself and then sunk back into your cunt with a groan, immediately thrusting at a quick and even pace. Your jaw dropped as you stared up at him, too overwhelmed to make a sound, though his head was slightly bowed so he could watch the way your much smaller body managed to swallow the entirety of his cock.
“Mmmph, feels so fucking amazing,” you gasped, your voice loud enough to be heard over the repetitive clapping of your bodies.
Honestly, you were a little worried for his computer monitors as they rocked and swayed along with Noah’s thrusts, though you knew he wasn't currently concerned with such trivial matters.
“You're always so good at taking this cock, baby.” Noah’s hand grasped your throat and gave it an experimental squeeze as his hips crashed into yours. You rolled yourself along with his motions, grinding into him during every collision so your clit could be stimulated in some capacity. It was almost too much for you to take, especially so soon after your first orgasm.
“Like it was fucking made for you.”
Your nerves were extra heightened and sensitive but each one was screaming for more. It didn't matter that Noah had his hands and mouth all over you - his teeth sinking into your nipples, fingers going from claiming your neck to spanking the side of your ass - you were insatiable.
It was obvious to you that he was getting close, his uneven breathing and increase of moans being the tell sign. He even slowed his pace a bit, just to draw it out, and to really lose himself in the way your pussy felt constricting around his cock.
The force of your oncoming orgasm kept building until you were clinging to his broad shoulders as if your life depended on it. His name escaped your lips like your favorite prayer again and again, the intensity of your climax soaking his cock before dripping down to pool beneath you on the desk. Neither of you were worried about the mess, though. The only thing on your mind right then was Noah and how absolutely delectable he sounded when on the verge of his own orgasm.
If it were up to you, that would be recorded and looped in the backing of a song.
Noah quickly pulled out of you, his hand fisting around his swollen cock as he began rapidly pumping along each inch. His hips thrusted into his hand, the grip he had tightening when he reached the head. Only a couple of more jerks and he was groaning from deep within his chest, almost like a guttural growl, as his cum shot onto your cunt and all the way up to your lower stomach. Most of the time he would fill you, but he had admitted before that he also liked seeing you marked and dirtied with him.
Your teeth latched onto your lower lip, a faint smile still present as you hummed in delight to the sensation of him claiming what was his. You watched in awe for a long moment, until Noah had squeezed every last drop from himself and he was thoroughly pleased. He nearly collapsed against you as his forehead pressed to yours, both of you now trying to catch your breath.
A hand lazily pushed his long dark hair from his face where it had stuck with sweat, allowing you the space that you needed to claim his lips with your own. The kiss lasted a brief moment and as you both parted, Noah released the hold he had on your leg and you glanced again to the mess covering your lower stomach.
“Why would this have gotten you banned?” You teased with a laugh, earning yourself a playful warning glare from Noah. He had stepped away to grab his shirt, using it to clean up your stomach and between your thighs in a gentle fashion that was a stark contrast to the aggressive nature he had just shown you.
“Uh huh, keep messing around. I know you'd be upset if we couldn't play Dead by Daylight with Jolly’s commentary anymore, though.”
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Too Good to Say Goodbye
Logan Sargeant x Fem!Reader
Warnings: cursing, Hurt/Comfort & Implied Smut, MAJOR TW: stillborn
Summary: Y/N is tired of constantly being dissed by Logan and he doesn't seem to care, at least not until it's too late.
I clasp my jacket closer to my body as I wait for Logan to open the door of our shared apartment. It's pouring rain and my dumbass forgot the keys, I sigh as I pull my phone out, dialing my lovers number.
one ring
two rings
three rings
four- declined.
*new text from "Logie Bear🐻💙"*
Logie Bear🐻💙: Babe I'm on the sim, give me a few.
Me: I'm out here in the pouring rain and I left my key, You said you'd unlock the door 5 minutes ago.
Logie Bear🐻💙: You fucking made me crash.
Logie Bear🐻💙: I'm coming.
A scoff leaves my lips as I shove my phone into my soak jean pockets that stuck to my skin, a few minutes later I hear the lock click and the door swigs open revealing a less than happy Logan.
"Damn, were you watching our home videos while waiting for me to open the door?" Logan laughed as he took in a soaked me before side stepping so I could walk in.
"I've been outside for 10 fucking minutes in the pouring rain Logan and you're making jokes?" I almost screamed at him
Unbelievable, all I do for him and this is how he treats me?
"Woah babe, take a joke," Logan starts before his phone starts ringing "Yeah? Oh for sure, right now? Uh huh, Okay I'll hop on. Yup yup, just give me 5. I'm grabbing a snack" with that Logan hung up the phone "I'm hoping back on the sim with the boys, so just take a shower and dry the floors, you're ruining the wood."
I wanted to scream, I'm ruining the floors? I wouldn't be ruining the floors if you would've opened the door 10 minutes ago like you fucking said you would.
I made my way into our shared room, grabbing my clothes and speaker before making my way to the bathroom. Once in the bathroom, I connected my phone to the speaker and started playing "Hold Me While You Wait" by Lewis Capaldi on a low volume before stripping out of the soaking wet clothes that stuck to my skin.
My shaking hand turned the tap to hot as the water started spurting out of the shower head, which made me sigh thinking about the shower head I gave Logan every time we showered together. Today makes 3 weeks since we last fucked, and that was also probably why I'm so aggravated at everything he does. All this pent up sexual tension between us is driving me crazy.
Before stepping into the now steamy shower I turned the volume up on the song currently playing. Once in the tub, I let all my problems wash off of me and down the drain as I let the boiling hot water hit my skin. After what felt like 3 minutes of pure bliss, I hear a faint knock at the door before hearing it open. Peaking my head out the shower curtain I'm greeted by Logan just standing by the door.
"Hey Logie, care to join me?" I said in a low & seductive voice, watching as he steps fully into the bathroom and closes the door. A victory smile makes its way on my lips as I pull myself behind the curtain once more, quickly lathering myself in foamy soap.
I can hear Logans footsteps getting closer to the shower, but instead of getting in I hear him pick up my phone, turn the volume down, set my phone back down and as he's leaving he mutters "Not tonight. Boys are on the game and i can’t focus on them because your depressing songs are too loud."
Are you fucking kidding me?
That had been my last straw. In one quick movement I turn off the shower, throw my robe on and march out of the bathroom and into his sim room.
"Are you fucking kidding me Logan?!" I shout as a burst in the room, face red from anger. I can hear a mix of muffled oohs, laughs and you're in trouble. I couldn't bring myself to care about anyone on the sim with him.
"Hey! I'm on the sim! Watch your tone!" Logan shouted back, earning him a glare that said turn your fucking simulator off now.
"We're gonna have a serious talk. Now" I said in a stern voice. That made Logan turn the game off and actually face me
"What the fuck do you want to talk about that you bust into my sim room and interrupt me when I'm on with my friends WHO HAPPEN TO BE A COWORKERS?!" Logan shouted, his beautiful face now a shade of red that no-one liked, his eyes as cold and sharp as ice.
“I WANT TO TALK ABOUT YOU. YOURE BEHAVIOR, THE WAY YOU’VE BEEN ACTING TOWARDS ME, THE WAY YOU DONT FUCKING TOUCH ME ANYMORE, DO YOU EVEN STILL FUCKING LOVE ME?!” I tried to stop, I really did but all the anger built up inside of me over the last few weeks just started pouring out “WHATS BEEN GOING ON WITH YOU LOGAN? YOU’RE NOT YOURSELF AND ITS EFFECTING ME, YOU KEEP SHUTTING ME OUT, AND MAKING ME FEEL BAD ABOUT MYSELF! AM I NOT GOOD ENOUGH FOR YOU ANYMORE? HUH!?” the more I screamed at him and the more I cried, I saw not one bit of remorse in his eyes.
“Are you fucking done being dramatic now?” Logan says with a scoff “Nothing is fucking wrong with me. Have you ever stopped to think that maybe you’re the problem? No, you haven’t because you think so highly of yourself. You think that you’re the fucking shit and you’re not!” his words hit me like a punch to the gut.
the tears welling up in my eyes, now falling like heavy rain down my face. “You’re not the Logan I fell in love with,” my breath shaky “I don’t know who you are. I want my Logan back. I want the Logan who came to all my wrestling matches, the Logan who regularly took me out on dates despite his hectic work schedule, I want my Logan who got mad at me when I paid for dinner because ‘it’s a man’s job to pay for his girls meal’, the Logan who always took me to his races and showed me off like I was a rare jewel he found,” the waterfall beneath my eyes couldn’t stop me from staring into his soul while i said this last part “I miss my Logan who stood by me when we had our miscarriage” That seemed to get a reaction out of him.
“You have the fucking nerve to bring up MY baby. Don’t you EVER bring up MY baby like that again. You HAVE NO RIGHT.” Logan said tearing up
“YOURE BABY? HE WAS MINE TOO. IT WASNT JUST YOU THAT LOST A BABY, IT WAS ME TOO. HOW DO YOU THINK I FELT PUSHING OUT OUR BABY KNOWING HE WAS DEAD? I WANTED TO FUCKING KILL MYSELF LOGAN. I FELT LIKE I FUCKING FAILED YOU AND OUR SON.”
“MAYBE YOU FUCKING SHOULD’VE KILLED YOURSELF. HAVE YOU EVER THOUGHT OF THAT?! IF YOU KILLED YOURSELF I’D BE SO MUCH BETTER OFF.” a sob escaped my lips as Logan finishes talking. “You act like I can’t find someone else, like I can’t impregnate another woman. You’re nothing but another piece of ass to me, that couldn’t fucking keep my son alive in you.”
Logan storms out of the room, slamming the door as he goes.
“Well, I’m so glad you told me this now because I’d HATE for our DAUGHTER to be in a house where her dad thinks so lowly of her mother!” I scream while I barge into our shared room, grabbing a suitcase and filling it up with all my shit I can fit in it.
Soft footsteps make their way to the room, stopping just before the door. Slowly I hear the door open and see Logan slowly walking in.
“what did you say?” he asks me in disbelief “did you say ‘Our Daughter’?”
“YEAH IM FUCKING PREGNANT AGAIN BUT SINCE IM JUST ANOTHER PIECE OF ASS TO YOU, IM FUCKING LEAVING AND YOURE NOT GONNA FUCKING SEE HER.” I yell, closing up the suitcase and heading for the door before feeling a tug on my wrist
“no baby, please. I’m sorry, i’m so sorry. let me make it all up to you and be in her life. i’ll change, I’ll be better, I’ll do anything to get you back.” tearing now streaming down Logan face
“I’ll be back in the morning to get the rest of my shit.” I said before tugging my wrist back and slamming the door shut behind me.
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1 am thoughts with kit;
mdni; fem!reader
“Go on. Play with one another.”
Art and Patrick share a glance. Wide eyes on both men, Art turning his gaze back to you but Patrick’s stays on Art. He bites back his smirk as hard as he can as Art stutters to get out his words.
“Are…is that all…but what about-”
“I wanna watch,” you tell the boys, leaning back in your seat, slouching a bit, resting your chin in your palm as if you’re bored. Indifferent. But you’re not. You’re reeling at the fantasy in your head that might play out. They can’t know that you’re this desperate but the look on Patrick’s face when you lock eyes with him is as if he sees right through you.
“Should do what she wants, no?” Patrick says, looking between the two of you, his hand resting on Art’s thigh with ease, so natural, it almost pains you to be intruding on their space.
“I mean…yeah, that’s cool with me, I just thought you’d-”
“Art,” both you and Patrick say at the same time and he shakes his head as if to stop any oncoming rambling he might do. He takes a second, before his fingers dance over Patrick’s, down the length of them, up and down till he pushes his hand up his own thigh.
Patrick only smirks in response, wasting no time to move his hand to Art’s painfully growing bulge, which you laugh at it.
“Hey,” Art warns, with a delighted smile and a head tilting back as Patrick’s hand rubs over the crotch of his shorts.
“What? It’s amusing, Art.” You gesture to his groin, crossing your legs as the heat in your stomach increases, begging for touch but you’ll wait.
Patrick chimes in as his hand unzips Art’s shorts, “he always gets hard quick, I told you.”
“You told her?” Art looks both humiliated and relieved. His cock being pulled out so Patrick can fully stroke it with ease, and Patrick never wastes any time. He’s already shuffling himself out of his own shorts and boxers so he can fist his own cock.
“Thought I said play with each other,” you remind them, as you watch Art’s hand twitch next to Patrick’s thigh, soft little moans leaving his lips every time Patrick gets to his tip.
All Patrick has to do is give Art a nod and he’s making his hand to man’s dick that’s been steadily growing. Art’s touch on Patrick is slower, almost like he’s trying to study how Patrick reacts to different things, rubbing his thumb over the tip, brushing his fingers down at his balls. Patrick seems to be holding back his moans, letting out little sighs and grunts instead.
He almost looks angry, you notice, and he shows that in the way he picks up his speed on Art, fucking his cock quicker in his hand to the point Art can’t even focus on pleasuring the other man.
“Patrick, take it easy on our boy,” you chuckle, legs still crossed but your hand is close your center, maybe you’ll rub yourself to this. They’re so wrapped up, they’d barely notice.
“You can do that when you touch him,” is Patrick’s response, and Art whimpers at it. Patrick nudges on Art’s chest to get him to lay back, focusing solely on pumping his cock and kissing at his shoulder.
This is when you can’t take it anymore and you stick your hand into your pants, rubbing through your wetness before settling on your clit to rub, matching the speed of Patrick’s hand on Art.
You watch Art pull at Patrick’s hair, buck his hips into his hand, murmuring pleases wanting to cum so badly.
Patrick glances back at you, raising his brow as he sees what you’re doing but he doesn’t say anything to it.
“Can he cum?” He directs it at you, his gaze falling back to your hand movements and you swear you can see a slight twitch in Patrick’s hips which immediately makes you long for him to come over and fuck you.
“Yes, of course he can,” you reply, a little breathless, and it’s not even a second later that Art is finishing, making a mess of his stomach and Patrick’s hand. A few more quick circles on your clit and you feel your orgasm wash over you, pressing your hips up against your hand and letting out a shuddering breath that makes Art realize you’ve been touching yourself.
He stares at you, dazed and mouth parted, Patrick with the same expression. They glance at each other, bodies still.
Then jump up to go be with you.
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do you enjoy being hurt? — r. cameron
a little self-indulgent bc why do the people in my life always act up when i'm already stressed over finals 🙃
❝ baby, i just don't get it
do you enjoy being hurt? ❞
pairing: bsf!rafe x fem!reader
context: after another break up with your boyfriend, rafe finds you.
words: 1.3k+
warnings: reader's in a toxic relationship, overprotective!rafe, insecure!reader, a little fluff, angst
"y/n, what the hell?" rafe comes bursting through your bedroom door without warning, and you quickly wipe away the tears that have been caused by your boyfriend—or ex-boyfriend—who had just broken up with you. again. "i've been-"
the look of frustration on his face switches to one of concern in a single second, rushing to crouch down beside you sitting down on the floor, leaning back against your bed. "woah, woah, woah," he says, picking your face up in his hands and making you look at him. "why you crying?"
"it's nothing, rafe," you push his hands off your face and stand up to look at yourself in your vanity mirror. pieces of your hair were sticking to your cheek from dried up tears, and your eyes were bloodshot red and puffy.
"it's not nothing," he argues, looking at you through the mirror. "you're fucking crying, y/n! what happened?" his concern slowly morphs into anger, frustrated at the fact that you wouldn't tell him anything. "it was evan, wasn't it?" he spat, beginning to pace around your room in an attempt to calm himself down.
"that fucking motherfucker," he muttered, not being able to stop the words that fall out of his mouth. "what'd he say or do now? fuck another bitch? tell you you're not hot enough for him? accuse you of cheating? i swear to god y/n, if-"
when he realizes that you've broken down again, tears flowing out of your eyes as you leaned your hands on the vanity and stared down at it, he stops and rushes to your side.
"i'm sorry," his voice is soft now, a hand gently coming across the small of your back as a sob fell from your mouth and tears continued to trail down your cheeks. "i didn't mean to— hey. hey," he turns you around, his big arms wrapping around you in a comforting hug.
your sobs and sniffles only double in amount, as you melt into him and cry against his chest. "why am i like this, rafe?"
"shhh, shhh," he caresses your hair with his hand and rests his chin on top of your head. "it's okay."
"no, it's not okay," you reply, wiping at your tears. "i know that, i just don't-"
"hey, hey, hey," rafe separates himself form you, just enough to cup your cheeks in his hands, thumbs wiping at your tears. "just tell me what happened, a'ight? can you do that?"
sniffling and wiping at your nose, you nod at him, and he pulls away so you can both move to sit on the bed.
you pull your knees close to you chest, while rafe waits for you to speak. "he broke up with me… again," you say. "told me i wasn't doing enough, that i didn't benefit him in anyway. that there were other girls who did more for him, who were better." you just stare at the ground, refusing to look at him, knowing that the second you did, you'd break again.
rafe brings a hand up to rub his chin, heat rising in chest as a scoff left his mouth. that motherfucker.
"do you think he's right?" when you finally let your watery eyes meet his, the band that kept him in control snapped.
"oh fuck no," he immediately stands from the bed and charges towards the door. "i'm gonna give that son of a bitch-"
you scramble to your feet and follow him, stopping right in front of him to keep him from going any further. "rafe, no," you say, placing a hand on his heaving chest. "you can't."
"fuck you mean, i can't?" he asks, fuming. "that idiot made you cry. and not only that, but he made you feel as if you weren't good enough for him. you can't just tell me something like that and expect me to-"
"please," you plead, eyes only on his. "if you say something to him, it's only gonna make it worse. i don't want him to-"
"to what?" rafe cuts you off, his muscles tensing. "has he laid a hand on you?"
"not on purpose," you mumbled.
"what?" rafe asks through gritted teeth.
"we were both really mad," you shrug, no longer meeting his eyes. "i got pissed that he just started saying all that shit to me so i told him to calm the fuck down and got in his way so…"
"so… what?" you could tell by the sound of his voice that the next words you spoke could either have him snap or keep it together.
"look, it doesn't even matter, alright?" you push past him and head back into your room.
"the fuck you mean it doesn't matter?" he immediately follows after you, gently grabbing your wrist to make you look at him. "hey, look at me. did he touch you?"
cowering under his strong gaze, you mumble quietly. "it was an accident."
seething, his posture straightens and his hand drops from your wrist. "i'll see you later."
he turns on his heel without letting you get another word in and walks out of your room.
against your better judgment, and afraid of what he might do, you follow him down the hall and down the stairs.
"rafe," you call after him, but he ignores you and proceeds towards the foyer. "rafe, wait."
you jog to catch up and walk ahead of him, stopping him in his tracks by placing a hand against his hard, heaving chest. "where are you going?"
"get out of my way, y/n," he tells you, refusing to have his angry eyes meet yours.
if you thought he would just stand by while you told him your boyfriend "accidentally" laid a hand on you, you obviously didn't know him at all.
"where are you going?" you repeat yourself, and he finally looks at you.
"where do you think i'm going?"
you shake your head at him, your shoulders going limp. "please don't."
"for fuck's sake," he mutters under his breath and turns away from you to run a frustrated hand across his buzzed head. "why are you defending him?"
you wince at the tone of his voice, and shrug. "i'm not. it’s just-“
“just what?” he stops pacing and closes the distance between the two of you, taking both your hands in his. “i mean seriously, y/n. why do you stay with him? help me understand.”
looking into his pleading eyes, you couldn’t do much more than shrug. “i don’t know.”
and it was true. maybe you’d gotten so used to the toxicity that it was normal to you now. how fucked up is that?
a scoff leaves his mouth as he glances down and fiddles with your fingers, but it wasn’t bitter or disappointed. you really couldn’t quite place it.
“i just… i’ve gotten so used to it,” you admit. “i don’t know anything else.”
“don’t you know you deserve better?” his eyes meet yours again, but they’re no longer angry or searching for answers. they’re just sad.
you’d be lying if you said it didn’t cross your mind. every time your “boyfriend” had broken up with you, you swore to yourself it was the last time. that you couldn’t let him keep treating you the way he did, because he’d only take advantage. but that was much easier said than done.
���i’m not perfect, rafe,” you shrug, tears threatening to line up against your bottom waterline. “and love isn’t either.”
“but it shouldn’t hurt,” he tells you. “i mean, is this what you really want for yourself? some guy who constantly belittles you and makes you feel as if you’re not enough for him?”
“but what if he’s right?” you ask, causing rafe’s heart to shatter a little. he couldn’t believe that you, of all people, could really buy into that shit. you’d always been so perfect in his eyes. “what if-“
“oh, doll,” he drops one of your hands to caress your cheek. “there are so many guys out there who’d kill to just get an hour of your time.”
you lean into his touch without even thinking about it. “you think so?”
“i know so,” he nods, thumb swiping under your eye to wipe a new tear away. “let him go.”
this isn't even the draft i was suppose to finish but fuck it, we ball. this was the one that my creative juices wanted to write. look out for that ex-bf!rafe smut soon tho 🌝
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ALEXIA X READER (Platonic)
You knew alexia blamed herself for the loss of the game, only just missing the goal which could've equalized the score. You could tell she was in a bad mood but you didn't think she would take all her anger out on you.
You've been living with alexia ever since you joined barca at 15, being 18 now. Alexia took you under her wing as soon as she met you, filling the mother role better than your biological mother ever could. Your parents kicked you out when you told them you were pursing soccer as your career, they didn't agree that it was a sport for girls which led to you couch surfing for a few months. Until you joined the barca senior team.
Alexia walked into your shared home in a fit of rage, slamming the front door behind her carelessly. You trailed behind slowly carrying both of your bags, you hesitated entering the house. You slowly opened the door and took your shoes off, placing both of your bags neatly by the door as you took a deep breath. Walking towards the living room where alexia was sitting on the couch, a scowl on her face as she stared at the tv.
"Ale are you okay?" you ask hesitantly from the door way, she shoots you a glare before answering.
"Do i look okay to you y/n?" she asks angrily
"erm no, w-what's wrong" you say quietly. You knew she was angry because of the game, why she was angry at you is what your confused about.
"what's wrong? We fucking lost the game y/n. I lost us the game. If i didn't have a distraction with me 24/7 i might've actually had a chance at scoring. Your affecting my career y/n" she ranted angrily without looking at you.
You stood there heartbroken, taking every word of hers. All though you didn't let any tears fall, not wanting her to know that her words affected you as much as they really did.
"o-oh okay, i'll um give you some space if that's what you want" you say quietly as you grab your bag and shoes from the door and walk to your room.
Alexia sighs and rests her face in her hands, already feeling guilty about what she's said to you. She was about to get up and follow you to apologize but decided she needed more time to cool down so she doesn't snap again.
Meanwhile you were already packing your bags, chucking them out the window quietly as you wait for your uber to arrive.
Truth is you had bought your first house around a month ago, alexia didn't know though. You had planned to move most of your stuff into your new house without her noticing, before telling her, so that's what you did. With your room at alexia's pretty much now empty except for the furniture, you jumped out the window quietly and made your way to your new home.
Your house wasn't much but it was enough for you. It wasn't far from both the training grounds and alexia's house so you knew it was perfect. It had a garage and everything so that's where your car had been living since you got it. You bought a car at the same time you bought the house, without alexia's knowledge as you got your own license recently.
Finally arriving you thanked the uber and unlocked your house, already feeling at peace. You took your shoes off and left them by the door, making your way to your already decorated room and getting ready to have a shower and go to bed.
By the time you had fallen asleep Alexia had built up the courage to finally apologize to you.
But when she opened your bedroom door you weren't there and neither was your stuff.
"y-y/n?" Alexia's heart dropped as she pulled out her phone and dialed your number only for it to decline.
"no no no" alexia mumbled as she tried to call you again on the verge of tears, only for the call to decline once again.
Her next call was to mapi, she knew that if you were to be anywhere it was most likely with her and ingrid.
"Hey Alexia, what's up?" mapi asked casually.
"I-is Y/n with you?" she replied, trying to hold back a sob.
"what no why? Is she okay?" Mapi asked quickly, getting up from where she was sitting and making her way over to ingrid and putting the phone on speaker.
"I-I got mad and said something's i shouldn't, a-and now she's gone and i don't know what to do" Alexia said crying now.
"Alexia we're coming over now okay, we'll ask the rest of the team if they know where she is" ingrid said calmly, comforting mapi as she was close to tears aswell.
Your phone stayed untouched the last few days. Little did you know everyone of your teammates had tried to contact you several times. They had no idea where you were and if you were safe or not. You stayed settling in to your home, redecorating and moving things around to your liking. You had a few friends over the past few days but that's about all the social interactions you had. You thought about what alexia had said to you that night, you honestly didn't think she would care about you living by yourself now. But boy were you wrong.
Alexia got only a few hours of sleep since you went missing, the guilt weighing down on her. The rest of the team had heard what had happened and were worried aswell. They knew alexia didn't mean what she had said, she loves you to much to think like that. No one knew where you were, you didn't come to training like you usually would and that worried everyone even more. You had called your coach to explain the situation and tell him you wouldn't be able to make training as you needed time to settle into your new house. He understood and didn't ask any questions when you told him not to tell the team about what you were doing, which he agreed to.
Sitting on your new couch you picked up your phone for the first time in days, instantly being met with a heap of missed call and text notifications. Alexia's texts caught your eyes, an array of apologies and asking where you are and to let her know if you were okay. You couldn't find it in you to respond so you clicked out of her messages and into the team chats, also being met with a heap of messages from them asking each other if they knew where you were. Deciding to put a stop to there
stress you started typing a short message just so they know you haven't been kidnapped or killed.
Y/n
No i have not been kidnapped and am still alive, i haven't touched my phone for the past few days because i've been hella busy. I am perfectly fine and i'll see you all at training tomorrow.
That sums it up well enough i guess. You put your phone on silent as you sigh, picking up your guitar. You never told any one of your teammates that you played any instruments, you always thought it was embarrassing. You took up song writing as a way to release all the emotions you were feeling when you were younger, you only sang these songs for a few people. You set up your phone so it was recording and facing you before you started strumming.
"I find comfort in the loudness, so i seek shelter at the bar
look for companionship to undress, am i a martyr if i'm dancing in the dark
i find hell in the silence, four walls slowly stripped of art
cereal dinner for convenience, that's how i know, i know, i know i'm falling apart
like i'm a scientist on my death bed, searching for some sort of cure
can't find a chemical that rids me, of not being yours
and i'll admit to that, i'll admit to that
i'll admit to that, i'll ruminate things, i over react
i'll admit to that, anger in me that i can't get passed, i'll admit to that
screaming in the streets i don't blame you for that
no i admit to that, i admit to that"
(https://vt.tiktok.com/ZSF7SPPpQ/)
(song written by cassie henderson via tiktok)
You continued to play your guitar before ending the video, decided to be bold and post it on tiktok. Praying you don't get to much hate.
Whilst associating with social media you decided to post on instagram aswell, just so your teammates could see that you were actually okay. Choosing pictures that include your new home just so you could hint that you decided to move out. whether they put 2 and 2 together is up to them to figure it out.
@y/n_y/l/n
(your room) ^^^^^^^^^^^^^^
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@Alexiaputellas- Please come home pequeña
@mapileon- You have your own house?
@lucybronze- Answer your phone please kid
@onabattle- reply to us y/n
@y/nsfriend- Not your grocery list 💀
> @y/n_y/l/n- staying healthy 🤞
> @y/nsfriend- 🤦
@user6263737- We need more music content 🙏
> @user74874- her latest tiktok AHhhjeoehdyf
> @user83939- it's so hot
You ignored your teammates comments and instead had a shower and got ready for bed. Mentally preparing for training tomorrow and getting bombarded by your worried teammates. You fell asleep very quickly, although alexia on the other hand did not.
Most of your teammates were sitting with alexia in her living room, trying their best to comfort their captain.
"She didn't reply to our comments on her post" ona said quietly.
"what's this comment about her recent tiktok?" mapi said as she was relooking at your post.
"she doesn't post on tiktok though" alexia said quietly, she knew you didn't like putting yourself on social media that much so it was weird to hear that you posted a video.
"i'll set my phone up on the tv and we'll watch it" lucy said quickly screen mirroring onto the tv so everyone can see it.
Your profile appeared on the screen, all of your tiktoks showing up. Most of your tiktoks were with friends so it was shocking to see you appear on the screen with a guitar. Everyone went quiet as the video started to play.
" hola, i don't post things like this normally, but this is the start of an original song i wrote. Um don't hate on me to much"
Your quiet voice played through the tv, alexia started to tear up at the thought of not hearing your voice at all the past few days.
The sound of your singing shocked everyone in the room, along with the way you were playing the guitar aswell. When the video ended you had tears down your cheeks before you quickly wiped them away and looked at the camera. With an awkward laugh you reached over and ended the recording.
"I-I didn't know she could sing like that" ingrid said quietly
"i don't think any of us did" Mapi whispered as she leaned more into ingrid's side, keeping her eyes on alexia as she sat there zoned out.
Mapi got up slowly as she stood infront of alexia, causing her to look up.
"come on, you need to get some sleep, y/n might be at training tomorrow" mapi said as she pulled her best friend up and into a hug.
"okay" she whispered as she hugged mapi tightly before bidding goodnight and trying her best to fall asleep. The others sat quietly in the living room, before deciding to go to their own homes once they knew alexia was asleep.
You woke up early the next morning, quickly showering and putting on your training gear before jumping into your car. You arrived earlier than the rest of your teammates, deciding to do a bit more extra training to catch up on what you had missed. Putting your bag in your cubby and making your way onto the pitch, having a quick conversation with your coach jonatan before running a few warmup laps. You mentally prepared yourself for this training and the awkward conversations that were going to happen.
You weren't at all mad at alexia, you knew she was going through a lot and didn't mean what she said. You didn't know how she was going to react to you permanently moving out and that scared you a bit, but what she said must've been at least true if she was thinking it. You didn't want to distract her anymore, she had been looking after you for 3 years already, you could manage on your own now.
With your mind distracted you didn't notice the rest of the team walking onto the pitch. But they noticed you. Alexia stood still as she watched you run, not knowing how to react.
Training went by quickly, not having time to talk to anybody as you were concentrated on the drills you were doing. Jonatan held you back as training ended to quickly catch you up on what you had missed, the rest of the team in the changerooms getting ready to go home. Alexia, Mapi, Ingrid, Lucy and Ona all waited by your cubby as people left.
"oh hey" you say casually, sending them a smile.
"don't oh hey us, where have you been" lucy asks sternly as she sits with her arms crossed and a glare on her face.
"at home?" you say with fake confusion, you notice the tears in alexia's eyes as she quickly looks to the floor.
"don't play dumb with us pequeña" ingrid says softly, you nervously fiddle with your rings as you reply.
"I really have been at home though, i moved out of alexia's, i don't want to be a burden anymore" you say quietly looking at the floor.
"S-So you really did move out? Permanently?" Alexia spoke up, her voice breaking as she looked up at you with a heart broken expression. You looked up at her and nodded your head hesitantly.
"why didn't you tell us?" mapi asks hurt.
"I was going to, but then things happened, i got to overwhelmed and needed some space. So i moved in earlier than expected." you say quietly, walking over to your cubby and pulling your top off, leaving you in shorts and a sports bra. You quickly put on a clean shirt, which happened to be one you had stolen from alexia before you left.
"Did you move out because of what i said, i-i'm so sorry y/n i didn't mean it, i was just angry and didn't mean to take it out on you" alexia started ranting as she was mid breaking down, you watched as tears fell down her face and her voice was constantly breaking.
"what, no ale" you say quickly as you pull her up and into your arms, she hugged you back tightly as if you were to disappear again.
"i missed you so much, i'm so sorry" you whispered from the crook of her neck, hugging her tighter.
"i didn't mean to worry you, i was planning to move out in a few months anyway" you said as you rubbed her back, feeling her lean into you more.
"why though?" she asked unsteadily.
"you've had to put up with me since i was 15, i'm an adult now, you need your own space back" you said with a small smile as you released her from the hug. she quickly wiped her tears away after noticing her teammates still stood there watching the interaction.
"so now that's taken care of, can we please have a house tour" mapi begs as you grips onto your arm.
"oh yeah sure" you say excitedly before turning back to alexia, as if asking for permission. Seeking her permission was something you had always done, ever since she pretty much illegally adopted you. She gave you a nod and a small smile causing mapi to cheer.
You all made your way back out to the parking lot as you quickly sent them your address so they knew where to go.
"Do you want to drive with me pequeña?" alexia asked hesitantly as she headed towards her car.
"no Ale, i'm driving us, come on" you say quickly grabbing her arm and dragging her towards your own car, missing her shocked expression.
"Since when do you have a car?! and a lisence?!" she yelled in shock, causing your teammates to look at you both from their cars.
"questions later ale! we need to beat the others there!" you say quickly unlocking your car and jumping in the front seat, alexia getting in the car hesitantly and making sure her seatbelts on securely.
"Wait what about my car?" Alexia asked as you started driving towards your home.
"Just stay at mine tonight and i'll drive us to training tomorrow, then you can get your car after" you say with a shrug.
"But what am i going to wear, all my clothes are at home" she says unsurely.
"it's not like my wardrobe consists of half of your clothes anyway" you say sarcastically while pulling into your driveway.
Quickly locking your car once you got both yours and alexia's bags, you waited outside for the others to pull up which didn't take long.
Walking up to your door you unlocked it slowly.
"Welcome to mi casa" you say sarcastically as you enter, taking your shoes off and hanging your keys up. The girls looked around in awe at how you've decorated your house, instantly going off to explore, leaving you alone in the living room. You sat on the couch comfortably as you pulled a blanket over yourself, scrolling through the comments on your latest tiktok.
You felt the couch dip next to you as alexia sat there looking at you awkwardly. You looked up at her silently before shuffling closer to her and snuggling into her side like you always have. Not paying any mind as you kept scrolling through your tiktok comments. Alexia started playing with your hair gently, something she noticed over the years that helped you calm down.
"hey y/n, why didn't you tell us you could play guitar" ona asks as all the girls sit around you in your living room, you freeze, not realizing they had actually seen the video.
"it's embarrassing" you mumbled, not making eye contact with them.
"i think it's cool, can you play us something" lucy says as she picks up the nearest guitar and shoves it into your arms causing you to groan.
The rest of the night consisted of you playing the songs they requested, lots of laughter and a silent agreement between you and alexia that you both needed to talk about this whole situation, together. All the girls except for alexia went home, you stayed cuddled into alexia's side before you slowly fell asleep. Alexia noticed and picked you up, carrying you carefully to your room and laying you in bed, she lied down next to you gently, wrapping her arms around you as if you would leave again. And for the first time in the past few days alexia had actually gotten a decent sleep, with her daughter figure finally back in her arms.
(so like the ending is rushed but i'm extremely tired so sue me. not sure what exactly i was going for with this story but it turned out okay i guess. AND ALSO i love the songs cassie henderson sings in her tiktoks and that's how i imagine y/n singing so go stalk her if you want that vision. anyways, hope you at least enjoyed it. little bit 🤷♀️)
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There were signs. There were always signs but the rose-colored glasses hid them far too well. Y/n should have listened to her friends. She should have listened to her family but there was no way someone as nice and sweet as Jeongin would hurt her. Right?
“Y/n, he’s not protective. Jeongin is obsessed with you,” Changbin told her. He’d been her best friend since they were kids. They grew up together, he was like a brother to her.
“Everyone keeps saying that!” Y/n exclaimed as she put her head in her hands. “I think you guys all don’t like that I’m happy with him!”
“I think he is manipulating you. He didn’t let you go out with Hyunjin last week for his birthday.”
“And thankfully I listened because now he, Chan, and Felix are in a coma, Changbin.”
“And I don’t think he got hit by a drunk driver in that Uber.”
“Are you trying to blame Innie for it? He was with me all night!”
“Y/n, he told you six months into dating him to stop talking to your parents,” Changbin reminded her
“So? They weren’t giving me support. Why would I wanna have people in my life that don’t support my decisions!”
“Because they can see how crazy he is!”
“Whatever,” Y/n rolled her eyes and gathered her things, “Thanks for the coffee Changbin.”
“Y/n…” Changbin sighed as she walked out of the café
Y/n walked over to her car and got inside. Taking a deep breath before her phone rang.
Innie 🩷
Y/n answered her phone as she started her car. “Hey,” She sighed
“Hey, baby. You okay? You sound tired,” Jeongin asked
“Yeah. Just met with Changbin for coffee. About to head home. How was work?”
“Alright. Same old same old. What’d you guys talk about?”
“I don’t wanna talk about it. Tired of talking about the same shit with everyone.”
“I’m sorry baby. Do you want to come over then? Get your mind off whatever it is?”
“Can I?”
“Of course. I just got back but I’m gonna hop in the shower. You know where the key is?”
“Yeah. I’ll be there soon. I love you.”
“I love you too.”
Y/n hung up the phone and put on her seatbelt, pulling off and heading to her boyfriend’s, listening to the playlist that they had made together. She was replaying the conversation she’d had with Changbin in her head.
She had pulled up to his building and walked up to his unit. Grabbing the key he had hidden for her she walked in. Announcing her presence just in case he had gotten out of the shower. She could still hear the shower running as she set her stuff down and slipped her shoes off. It shut off not long after she hung up her bag and she walked into his kitchen and grabbed some water. She sat on his couch and waited for her boyfriend to join her.
After a few minutes, Jeongin walked out from down the hall and pecked her forehead before sitting down next to her, “Hi baby.”
“Hi innie,” Y/n said as she wrapped her arms around him and snuggled into him
“Sure you don’t wanna talk about it? You seem upset about it,” Jeongin pointed out, wrapping his arm around her.
“It’s all the same shit. Not worth talking about it again and again.”
“I’m sorry, baby.”
“Sometimes I wish it was just us. No one else to give their opinion or tell me to leave you.”
“We could always run away,” Jeongin suggested
“That’d be nice. Start a new life.” Y/n giggled, thinking her boyfriend was joking, that he was playing into her little fantasy.
Jeongin just kissed her head before turning on the TV. Turning their current show on. Waiting. All he needed was an opportunity. Just one, and he would take it.
Jeongin loved his girlfriend, like no one else in her life. Her parents did not like him, he knew that. He’d overheard her dad telling her “there’s something off about” him. That she should “be careful”— she should have. She’d come to him a bit upset and he proudly had convinced her to cut them off.
“You’re an adult, you can make your own decisions. And you know what’s best for you, you don’t need people telling you what to do.”
Hyunjin and Chan also had too many unsolicited opinions for Jeongin’s taste. But he couldn’t do anything without raising suspicions of her other friends. It wasn’t hard for him to do the dirty work for him. Though he was a bit upset they only ended up in a coma. Felix getting put in one too wasn’t the plan but it was one less person
Changbin had been an issue since they met. The fact he was still around pissed him off. He needed to know what was said in that conversation. He could tell he still had his hold on Y/n at the very least.
He’d played off his idea as a spontaneous trip. A quiet weekend, just the two of them. He’d even packed for her, not making her worry about a thing. The place was fully remote, with not much of a signal, and miles from the city. A remote cabin he paid cash for. Owned under a fake name that he’d been working months on to make perfect. She wanted a new life, he’d give her one.
“This is so cute, In!” Y/n gasped as she walked into the cabin
“I’m glad you like it,” Jeongin smiled as he kissed her cheek, bringing thrift suitcases inside the room as she unpacked the kitchen. Getting all their supplies into the fridge for the weekend. Humming to the last song that had played in the car as she did so.
Jeongin had finished bringing everything in and locked the front door before joining his girlfriend in the kitchen. Wrapping his arm around her as she finished packing the fridge. “We should break the place in,” Jeongin suggested. His voice was low in her ear.
“Mm, I like that idea.” Y/n smiled
Jeongin kissed her neck before pulling her into the bedroom. Y/n smiled, even over a year into their relationship, he still gave her butterflies. He pushed her onto the bed, wrapping her legs around his waist as he leaned down and pushed his lips onto hers. Y/n moaned into his mouth as her lips moved in sync with his. She wrapped her arms around him, playing with the collar of his shirt. “My pretty girl,” Jeonging groaned as he rolled his hips against her.
“All yours,” Y/n moaned
“Know who you belong to,” He smiled as he sat up, pulled his shirt off, and chucked it onto the ground before pushing her shirt up over her chest.
Y/n sat up a bit to help him before laying back down. Jeongin positioned her up on the pillows of the bed. Y/n smiled— thinking he was trying to make her comfy— and wrapped herself around him again. His lips attached to her neck, sucking and biting the skin like his life depended on it. Grinding into her as his hands wandered her body. His hands wandered down to her bottoms, pulling the fabric down her legs as quickly as he could.
“Did you bring condoms, In?” Y/n asked as he sucked on her skin
“No. I’ll pull out.” He had no intention of doing so
“M’kay,” Y/n moaned as he lightly bit the skin
Jeongin sat up and tossed the fabric of her pants onto the ground and pulled off her undergarments, leaving her bare under him. He laid down between her legs, tongue licking up from her entrance to her clit. Y/n let out a small moan as the rough muscle slid across her clit before his lips wrapped around the small bud.
“In,” Y/n moaned, gently lacing her fingers into his hair.
Jeongin sucked on the bud as he pushed her legs open. Spreading her open for him to taste. His lips sucking on her clit as two fingers slipped into her. Hearing her gasp from the intrusion and tightened her grip on his hair. His fingers pumped in and out of her as his tongue and lips both took care of her clit. Her moans were music to his ears. The music he was going to hear forever.
Y/n moaned as he inserted a third finger into her, stretching her further. His fingers reached deep inside of her, curling his fingers up into her. Sucking harder on her clit while her back slightly arched from the mattress. Looking and admiring the top of his head as he ate her out. His eyes met hers. Something different in them.
The tips of his fingers rubbing against her g-spot had her forgetting her current train of thought. Head tilted back into the pillow below as he tipped her over the edge. Continually stimulating her clit and her g-spot till she was coming down from her high.
He pulled away from her and sat up on his knees. Pulling his pants off along with his boxers. He grabbed both her hands and pinned them above her head while she was still in the post-orgasm haze. He reached over to the nightstand and grabbed a pair of handcuffs. Cuffing her wrists to the metal frame of the bed and smiling.
Y/n looked at her boyfriend. His smile was different as he leaned down and kissed her chest. Mumbling something she couldn’t hear but her gut said something was off.
“In,” Y/n said, pulling at the restraints.
“You're safe, babe. I wouldn’t do anything to hurt you, would I?” He asked as he sat up on his knees. Lining his tip up at her entrance.
Slowly he pushed into her. Reveling in her warm walls wrapped around him. Y/n shrunk into herself as he pushed in further and Jeongin noticed. He stopped for a moment, expression dropping as he looked at her. Then quickly bottoming out inside her.
Y/n gasped as he was fully sheathed inside her. Jeongin grabbed her jaw as he leaned down to her face
“You love me, right?” Jeongin asked
Y/n looked at him, wondering what was going on. “Right?!” He snapped
“Yes!” Y/n replied, tears starting to form. this wasn’t her Jeongin.
“Say it.”
“I love you…” Y/n watched him sit back on his knees, letting go of her face.
“Again.”
“I love you.” Y/n moaned as he pulled out and then pounded back into her
“Again!”
Jeongin had her chanting the phrase as he pounded into her. A wicked smile appeared on his face. One of his hands snaked to her throat, fingers wrapping around and shutting her up. Y/n looked up at her boyfriend, tears streaming down her cheeks. Pleading with her boyfriend to let go of her neck, tell her this was a weird wet dream.
But the tighter his hand got on her neck— the less oxygen she got— the more she realized this was real. Her friends and family were right. She tried bringing her legs together, to push him away but it only resulted in him slapping her across the face before he grabbed her face and made her look at him, stopping his thrusts, “What do you think you’re doing?”
“‘M sorry…” Y/n cried
“Keep your legs open or I’ll tie them up too.”
Y/n nodded as he let go of her face and started thrusting into her again. The hand that was on her neck had moved down to her clit. Y/n bit her bottom lip, trying to hide the moan that threatened to come out of her throat as he rubbed her clit. Watching her squirm under him.
“Come on baby, you know I’m the only one that makes you feel good,” Jeongin teased as he leaned down and kissed her neck, “I’m the only person who gets to see you like this. Not even Seungmin.”
The mention of her ex threw her off. Seungmin had dumped her a few months before she met Jeongin but he’d disappeared not long after they broke up. Everyone assumed he had just gone out of town. It wasn’t out of character for him to just do something without telling anyone so everyone let it go. He’d show back up eventually. But now Y/n wasn’t so sure…
Jeongin sucked on her skin, leaving what were once pretty bruises in his wake. Pressing harder on her clit and finally getting the moans to fall out of her throat. “Only I get to feel you cum on my dick. No one else and no one else cums in this pussy.”
“Jeong—”
“No one.” He cut her off as he felt her clench around him.
Y/n tried getting her words out but her orgasm was building too quickly. He knew all the right buttons to push. All her butterflies had turned into anxiety.
One particular thrust from him to her g-spot had tipped her over the edge. She moaned and pulled on the cuffs around her wrists.
“That’s my girl,” Jeongin smiled as he pistoned his cock into her. Working his own high while she rode out hers.
Y/n was barely out of her high when she felt him twitch inside of her. “In, pull out,” Y/n begged
“You don’t get to tell me what to do Y/n,” He bit back
“Please In! Pull out,” She tried again
“You’re the one always begging me to fill you up when I fuck you. Here’s your wish,” Jeongin groaned as he buried himself into her. Y/n cried as she could fill his warm cum flooding her insides. Sticking to her walls before he pulled out of her, staring down at her used hole, pushing his cum back into her, listening to her whine.
Y/n sniffled as he reached up and took her cuffs off. Pulling her to sit on his lap. Y/n looked at her boyfriend like he just switched back to the Jeongin she fell in love with. She watched as he kissed her wrist and then her cheek. “I love you,” he whispered against her cheek
Something in the back of her mind told her she should run but it wasn’t even possible. So she chose to play along, then maybe she could get out of this alive. “I love you too.”
Their vacation was three days. For three days she was isolated alone with him. Three days— and she had told Changbin they’d be gone for three days. But as day one turned to day two, three, four, Y/n could tell it wasn’t going to be three days.
Jeongin did not let her leave his site. Not once. Everything she did, he watched— even when she went to the bathroom. They had no service— not that she had any chance to reach out to her friends. Hell, she could barely use her phone.
“Innie,” Y/n asked as she was making them lunch, Jeongin sat at the bar of the kitchen
“Yes, baby?” He asked
“Can I ask you about something you said the other night?”
“Of course.”
“What did you mean when you said ‘not even Seungmin’?” She asked
“Don’t say his name.” Y/n heard his tone change and turned to look at him. He was staring at her, face void of emotion
“I’m sorry, it’s just no one has brought him up since he left so it just threw me off…”
“Don’t be sad baby,” Jeongin sighed, getting up and walking over to her. Cupping her face in his hands, “You don’t need to think about him anyways. You have me, just me now.”
Y/n nodded as he leaned in and kissed her lips. Play along, she told herself. Lips moved with him as he pinned her against the counter. Y/n moaned into his mouth, from the countertop hitting her back uncomfortably. His hands had moved from her face to her hips.
She shouldn’t have let him back her suitcase either. All he had packed for her was lingerie. That’s all she wore since day two there. She’d practically been his little doll the last three days, dressing her up and fucking her as he pleased then returning to the sweet boyfriend she met. Everything left her so confused as to what was going on.
Jeongin gripped the silky fabric of the flowy lingerie he had put her in, pressing her firmly against him. She could feel his hard-on against her stomach. He’d been fucking her like a dog in heat for four days now, she was sure he was trying to get her pregnant, a way to keep her tied to him.
Jeongin moved his hands up, pulling the fabric with him and spreading her legs open with his knee. Y/n groaned into his mouth while he moved one hand to the front of his sweatpants. Pulling his hard cock from the material and quickly pushing into her sensitive cunt. Y/n whined as she grabbed his arms, trying to ground herself a bit as he wrapped her legs around his waist and started thrusting up into her.
His lips detached from hers and attached to her neck. Biting and sucking on the skin as his free hand traveled to the back of her head. Holding her still. Y/n closed her eyes as a couple of tears slipped down her cheeks and bit her lip. Play along, play along, don’t make him mad, don’t make him mad.
“Love you so much,” Jeongin moaned into her neck and pulled back on her hair
“Love you too,” Y/n replied
“Gonna fill up this pretty pussy again,” he groaned, starting to roll her sensitive clit with his thumb.
“Innie,” Y/n moaned
“That’s right baby. Only Innie gets you off like this,” He smiled and Y/n could feel his teeth on her skin.
By the end of day two, Y/n had started mentally checking out and faking her moans. He knew what buttons to push for her orgasms but she still tried to fake it. But Jeongin caught on way too quickly. Fucking her the rest of the night, not letting her sleep. Even if she tried it ended with a hand on her neck or him slapping her to wake her up. She wouldn’t try that again. But she could fake her moans, she knew what she sounded like so it was easy to convince him she was still his.
His. It didn’t sound right anymore. Back when she was heartbroken over Seungmin, being called Jeongin’s was the best thing she could think of. Now, she wanted to go back in time and wished she walked away when he said hi at that club with Felix, Hyunjin, and Minho.
Felix. Hyunjin. They were still in a coma when she left. So was Chan. She hadn’t even gone to see them in the hospital because Jeongin didn’t want her to.
Minho had just stopped talking to her months ago when he realized she wasn’t going to listen to him. She wished she did.
She wondered where Seungmin was. Was he safe? Did Jeongin have something to do with him disappearing?
How was Jisung— whom she texted every day? Was he worried sick about her? Begging the others to go to the police? Getting on Changbin’s ass for not getting through to her
Changbin. She wished she listened to him. Wishing he was seeing through Jeongin the way he always had and was on his way to her.
A hard thrust threw her out of her thoughts. Her high washing over out of nowhere— she knew it was building but tried forgetting it. Jeongin wasn’t far behind her. Pushing himself deep into her as he filled her up again.
“That’s my girl,” he moaned into her neck.
“What happened to him?” Y/n asked, hoping to get an answer from him while he was still hazy from his orgasm
“Don’t worry baby. He’s locked away, can’t hurt you.” He kissed her cheek and pulled out of her, “Finish lunch then you can clean up.” Jeongin tucked himself back into his sweats. Y/n whipped the tears from her face and fixed her dress, already feeling his cum run down her legs. She finished making lunch and then went to the bathroom— the door open for him to keep an eye on her. Then sat down and ate with him.
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I've experienced suicidal ideation since I was about 8 years old and got very close to attempting I think 3 times? I'm overall doing pretty well right now and it's been a few years since I seriously considered attempting, but I don't expect the thoughts to ever completely go away. I've got a lot of opinions as to what people can do to help, here are a few thoughts:
1. Just fucking *be there.* The biggest harm reduction tool I use is to just avoid being alone when I feel shit getting bad. Just offering to be around can go such a long way. If you're worried about a friend, ask to do homework together, start watching a show together, ask to come over after work and make dinner together. They may or may not be up to saying yes, but at least they know they have that option if they want it.
2. Relatedly, you can do small things to help them take care of themself. Showering and cleaning and eating vegetables all make me feel better but can also be incredibly daunting. Having a buddy helps. You can bring your friend some good leftovers (that they don't *have* to eat, maybe you just made too much), offer to help them fold laundry or pick up their room together while you chat, or call them before you plan to shower yourself to remind them to shower, too.
3. Send low-pressure reminders that you're thinking of them. Getting a "Hey, how are you doing?" text when I'm really in the thick of it? Awful. Way too much pressure to respond. Getting a "I made a new playlist if u wanna listen"? Huge! Just sending a meme or texting something about a show you both like is a great way to remind a friend you're thinking of them without making it all intense.
4. Don't make a big deal out of someone self harming, and never fucking shame them for it. When I self harm it's a way to divert my overwhelming negative feelings into something that isn't killing myself. It's a coping mechanism, and has genuinely saved my life. You will not get someone to stop self harming by expressing your worry or disapproval. If they want to talk about it, hear them out. Otherwise, it's not your fucking business.
Thank you Devon for opening up this discussion. I hope my experiences can be of some help, and I can't wait to read your piece on this.
This is amazing, thank you so much ♥️
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Bfsd!rafe finding reader upset after a fight with his son and fucking her better hehehe
𓍢ִ໋🍓͙͛ ๋࣭𓍢ִ໋🍓͙͛ ๋࣭𓍢ִ໋🍓͙͛ ๋࣭𓍢ִ໋🍓͙͛ ๋࣭𓍢ִ໋🍓͙͛ ๋࣭𓍢ִ໋🍓͙͛ ๋࣭𓍢ִ໋🍓͙͛ ๋࣭𓍢ִ໋🍓͙͛ ๋࣭𓍢ִ໋🍓͙͛ ๋࣭𓍢ִ໋🍓͙͛ ๋࣭𓍢ִ໋🍓͙͛ ๋࣭𓍢ִ໋🍓͙͛ ๋࣭
you were sitting outside his room when when rafe found you-- sniffling and upset from whatever transpired before he made it home.
"what's with the tears, baby cakes? did my idiot of a son do something again?" he kneeled in front of you, the scent of his cologne wafting towards you in a way that instantly makes you relax.
"when isn't he a fucking idiot." you let out an exasperated laugh, hurriedly whipping your palms against your damp cheeks in efforts to put yourself together.
rafe lets out a little hum, slipping your hand in his large palm to pull you up, "why don't you tell me about it."
'telling him about it.' quickly turned into being face down in his expensive sheets--his large cock fucking into you with a wet squelch while you struggled to keep quiet.
"don't know how he managed to snag you sweetheart, you're way too fuckin good for him." rafe's strong hands held your hips in place, allowing him to pummel your walls with little resistance. "you better hope that idiot doesn't come home yet, or maybe you want him to? tell me--you want your boyfriend to come home and see his dad pounding your pussy like this?"
you're beside yourself, groaning out a garbled yesyesyesyes that edges into a whine when he brings a hand to rub your clit in quick, sure movements. your boyfriend never made you feel like this, not the way rafe did. rafe wasted no time learning your body so he could manipulate it with ease. when he arched your back you knew it was so he could reach your g-spot, not so he could painfully batter your cervix.
the sound of the front door opening made you panic--he was back and rafe showed no signs of stopping. in fact he only went harder, lifting a leg up on the bed to drive into you harder.
"you better cum fast baby cakes, already know he's gonna be lookin for you." rafe wraps a hand around your throat to bring your torso up, quickly putting two hands over your mouth as he fucks you into a mind numbing orgasm.
it doesn't feel like you'll ever stop cumming, your hands fly behind you to smack at his torso but he pays you no mind, fucking so deep into you it's just a harsh grind until you feel him grunt and fill you to the brim with his cum.
gently, he lays you back down on the bed, gathering your clothes while you catch your breath and he redresses you.
"i think you should get back out there, we both know how impatient he is."
you nod, letting out a croaky, "yeah...he can wait another 5 minutes though." as you stretch your shaky limbs and rafe laughs until your boyfriends voice starts to to echo throughout tannyhill
"hey dad! you have any idea where my girl went?"
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Vampire’s dessert
Vampire x fem!reader || kitchen sex, vanilla sex || TW: blood
You are watching the cookies in the oven, trying really hard to ignore his presence as he walks around the house. When he comes behind you and plasters himself against your back in the most exquisite hug, you melt against him. He starts kissing your neck, slowly, teasingly.
“Stop that, I’m watching the cookies.” You say, but you incline your head to give him better access. You can feel his smile against your skin as he keeps kissing that point that makes your knees weak. He tightens his hold on your hips.
“Come on baby, I’m hungry and I want my dessert.” His voice drops low, almost dangerous (in the best way possible). You shiver, goosebumps erupting all over you. There’s an edge to his voice that promises a great time, and you want to give in so badly. But you promised you’d make cookies.
“I’m making cookies for tomorrow, wait for a bit, it’s not going to be long.” You try to argue, fighting against his hold, but not too much. You don’t really want to say no, and he knows it.
“We don’t have to go anywhere.” He uses his compelling voice, the one that gets everyone to do what he orders, including you. The voice that makes your insides turn to jelly. “I can fuck you right here. You can watch the cookies if you want.” He whispers against your ear, tongue licking along the tendon of your neck, biting softly. You can feel his fangs, almost breaking the skin.
“But the cookies…” You whisper, a weak attempt to argue with him knowing full well there’s no way it’s gonna work. He decides that’s the perfect moment to spank your ass, making it jiggle as you moan. He chuckles behind you, biting harder at your neck, his other arm holding you close to his body. The moan that escapes your mouth is sinful. You feel your body giving in. He knows what buttons he has to press, how hard, he knows your body better than you do. You are his to play and he knows all the cheat codes.
You turn around in his embrace, arms instantly going around his neck and kissing him deep and heated. You control the kiss for maybe two seconds before his hands are at the back of your head, guiding your every movement, deepening the kiss and fucking your mouth like you know he’s going to fuck your pussy. Thrusting his hips forward so his hard dick grinds against your stomach, making you whimper.
The kiss starts to become desperate, tongues battling and hands roaming around. His hands feel like they are everywhere, you wonder if he’s using super-speed to touch you as much as he can at the same time. The noises you are making would make the devil blush. He grabs your ass and urges you to jump, your legs going around his middle instantly. You grind your hips against his erection, your pussy wet and your movements frantic.
His hands pull at your hair, pushing your head back as he starts to suck on your pulse point, drawing the veins up. You feel him moving at the same time, carrying you to the counter and sitting you down. You hear him unbutton his trousers, his dick leaking and ready at the perfect high. The wave of pure heat that runs down your spine leaves you shivering with need. Sometimes you forget how strong he is, how unnatural his movements are. He usually looks so normal and composed, but moments like this remind you that he’s not human, he’s a monster. The one they warned you about, the one stalking you in the night wanting to eat you. And good lord did he eat you… In all the ways he could.
You try to push your yoga pants down, but you aren’t fast enough. “Hey! I liked those!” You complain as he rips a hole right in the middle, exposing your pussy to the air, to his dick.
“I’ll buy you more.” He says against your neck, nipping at your skin.
He doesn’t make you wait any longer, he pushed right into your welcoming heat, making you groan and arch your back. He starts a punishing pace, not bothering to let you accommodate him, the edge of pain making you hotter. Your blood is rushing through your whole body, exactly like he wants. His hand finds your clit as he keeps going, sucking on your pulse point. When you feel your orgasm at the tip of your fingers, so close you can taste it, he bites down. You cry out, a mix of pleasure and pain making your climax so intense it feels like an out of body experience.
Your heels dig into his ass, rocking yourself against him, trying to match his pace as he keeps going, and going, and going… It all passes in a blur, the pleasure and the blood loss making your head dizzy, your pleasure being the only sensation in your body. You feel like floating. When he comes, he retracts his fangs and moans, his dark red eyes shining. He reminds you of the villain of the stories your parents told you as a child, wild and dangerous… a villain that became your prince charming.
You can feel the blood going down your neck, he didn’t close it yet. He loves to let it drip so he can lick it up later from between your tits. You try to be annoyed about it, but it always ends with his mouth on your pussy, so you can’t complain too much about it. You lay there, body close to his, sharing body heat and little caresses.
And then you smell smoke.
“My cookies!” You yell, pushing him away and stumbling to the oven door, your knees weak.
“What?” He asks, confused. He’s in his post orgasmic/post feed bliss, doesn’t even know what you are talking about.
“My cookies burned down because of you!” You feel the anger rise inside of you, at the same time as a tear of frustration falls from your eye. He turns around as soon as he hears you sniffle, his head moving at unnatural speed, a movement that makes him look like a nightmare.
“Oh, little human, don’t cry.” He fusses over you. “I can buy you cookies. I can buy yo diamonds. I can buy yo whatever you want. Stop crying.” You found out real quick how much your tears freak him out, and you try to take advantage of it as much as you can. “What can I do to make it better?”
“Fuck me again?” You ask, pouting in your best interpretation of a sad puppy. He picks you up and carries you to your bed with his super-speed, making your head dizzy as you giggle.
Who cared about the cookies anyway?
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Congratulations: You Like James Potter
James Potter x fem!reader
Word count: 4k
CW: Idiots in love, kissing, unbearable fluff
Summary: Clothes are a game changer when it comes to feelings. Who would've thought?
A/n: Happy Wednesday everyone! I hope you are having a lovely week. Currently I am in the midst of finals week, so I am stressing! That's why I pulled this out of my drive instead of writing something new. I hope you enjoy my loves :)
The cold stone of the dorm seeps through your socks as you pace back and forth across the width of the room. Although you love Hogwarts, winters are never kind inside a large castle with no insulation.
Usually when this happens, you go roast in front of the fire or take a long, hot shower. However, seeing that you have plans to go to the Gryffindor vs. Slytherin game in ten minutes with Lily, Dorcas, Remus, and Peter, those options are out of the question. You go and stand in front of your chest again, looking at the various sweaters and sweatshirts packed for the colder weather. Despite having so many options, none look warm enough, or let’s be honest, cute enough, to wear to the game today. As you stare at your trunk with a sigh, you hear the door to your room open behind you.
“Are you almost ready to go?” You hear Lily ask.
You turn to her with a glum look on your face, “Not yet. I don’t know what to wear!”
She comes to stand beside you, “Babe, wear one of the many sweatshirts you have sitting in your trunk.”
“But none of them feel right!” You whine.
“Then take something from one of our trunks,” she suggests.
“I already looked.” You say, collapsing onto my bed.
“Well you better figure it out in the next five minutes. If not, we’re leaving without you.”
“I know, I know. I promise I’ll make a decision.”
You hear her leave the room as the door thuds behind her.
As you lay on your soft bed, engulfed by your comforter, you wish you could just wear it outside to the pitch. Dreaming about such a reality where that could actually happen, you realize that although you can’t carry your comforter around, you can think of something that is likely just as comfortable. One of Remus’ sweaters. You throw your shoes on and barrel down the stairs into the common area. You see your friends waiting for you.
“Are you finally ready?” Lily asks again.
“No, but go on without me. I finally figured out what I want to wear but I’ll meet you guys there,” you reply.
“Okay, we’ll save you a seat,” She says.
Once they’re out of the room, you take two steps at a time up to Remus’ room that he shares with Sirius, James, and Peter. You walk to the far right corner where his stuff is and open the trunk. The angels seem to sing from above as you feast your eyes upon the millions of big, wooly sweaters sitting before you. You see a nice brown one, something that will go perfectly with your blue jeans, and pull it on. You are instantly engulfed by the warmness and sigh with relief. You go and stand in front of the full length mirror against the wall. As you check your appearance and smooth out your hair, you see a flash of red out of the corner of your eye. The flash of red turns out to be none other than one of James Potter’s many quidditch jumpers. Slightly curious, you take the sweater off and put on the sweatshirt. You are pleasantly surprised to find that it is somehow even more comfortable than Moony’s sweater. Plus, it’s perfect to wear to the quidditch game. You go to stand in front of the mirror again and are taken aback slightly by how nicely the red pops against your skin. Satisfied with your appearance, and also feeling incredibly cozy, you rush down to the quidditch pitch, a few minutes before the game starts. You find Lily, Dorcas, Remus, and Peter in the crowd.
“Hey,” you huff, as you sit down next to Remus.
“Hey, see you finally found something to wear,” he replies.
“Only took her a million years,” Peter teases.
“Yeah, yeah. Fuck off,” you retort, swatting him on the back of the head.
“Hey, I thought you didn’t want to wear any of our stuff?” Lily asks.
“I’m not?” you answer, confused.
“But isn’t that Marlene’s sweatshirt?”
“No, that’s what I’m wearing” Dorcas says, unzipping her black winter coat to reveal her girlfriend’s hoodie.
“Then whose is that?” Lily questions.
Before you can answer, the crowd starts cheering as both teams walk out onto the pitch. Madam Hooch’s voice bellows outward as she asks the captains to shake hands. From the Gryffindor team, James steps forward, and from Slytherin, Lucius Malfoy. The two shake hands then return to their respective teams. They kick off from the ground as the quaffle is thrown into the air and the game begins. Although you’ve seen plenty of quidditch games in your time at Hogwarts, you never cease to be amazed at the agility with which James and Marlene are able to move on their brooms and toss the quaffle between them. Likewise, you are always impressed by Sirius’ strength as a beater and his ability to aim the bludgers at other players perfectly. Within minutes, Gryffindor is winning thirty to ten. The lion’s side of the stadium is screaming as James speeds down the field, heading towards the goal posts yet again. With a quick throw, he tosses the ball through the far left hoop, scoring the team another ten points. We all cheer loudly. He looks to our section and winks, blowing a kiss to his fans. From behind you hear a few sighs and giggles. You turn to see three girls in your year, two from Ravenclaw and one from Hufflepuff, swooning over James’ flirtations. You slightly roll your eyes and huff fondly at James’ fan club.
Your staring must not have been too discreet because a few moments later, you hear loud whispers from behind.
“And why is she wearing his sweatshirt?”
“They’re not dating are they?”
“They better not, James is mine.”
“Anyways, he could do so much better than her.”
“Yeah, she’s so ugly.”
Confused as to how they know you’re wearing James’ hoodie, you pull on the sleeve, shifting it so you can look at the back. In big, gold letters you see the word “Potter” printed across.
You simply sigh before getting up and moving down next to Lily on the other end.
Just as soon as you get settled, Lily turns and says to me, “Wait, turn around. Why are you wearing Potter’s sweatshirt?”
“Merlin, does everyone have a problem with it?” you ask loudly.
Dorcas, Peter, and Remus all look your way in slight surprise.
“No, sorry. I was just wondering.” Lily answers softly.
Dorcas grabs my hand, “hey, are you okay?”
“Yeah m’fine. It’s just that those three girls,” you point to them, “are bitching about the fact that I’m wearing James’ jersey. Apparently, he’s their man, so how dare I.”
“Just ignore them,” Peter tells me. “They’re just jealous that-”
He suddenly stops, a slightly horrified look on his face.
“Jealous about what?” you implore.
“That they’re not as cool as you!” Remus interjects.
Curious as to what Peter was going to say, but too tired to bother to ask more you simply scoff, “Right, thanks guys.”
“You know what, the cold be damned, since they’re giving you shit for wearing Potter’s hoodie, I’m gonna show mine off too.” Dorcas announces. She unzips her black jacket and sets it beside her. The bright red hoodie she has on is identical to the one I’m wearing except it says “McKinnon” in big gold letters across the back.
“Me too” Remus proudly declares, pulling off his sweater to reveal another bright red hoodie, with the word “Black” on it.
“But since you are both dating Sirius and Marlene, won’t it make it seem more likely that I’m dating James?” you ask.
“Is that so bad?” Lily says to me.
You’re about to declare that yes, that is in fact bad, when it dawns on you, “N-no… I guess not.”
You turn back to the game, slightly in a daze, unaware of the pointed looks shared amongst your friends.
*****
About an hour later, the game is uncomfortably close with the score being Gryffindor: one hundred and Slytherin: ninety. As you watch Marlene dart towards the hoops you hear shouts that the seekers have caught sight of the snitch. It’s a close race as flashes of green and red blur by. We cheer loudly, urging on our team. Within a minute the snitch is caught by Gryffindor. We erupt loudly, celebrating our victory. You watch as the teams land on the ground. More specifically, you watch as James jumps off his broom and runs towards his teammates. You watch the way his black hair shines against the bright sun, how his cheeks are rosy from the cold but also from the rush of winning, how even through his sweater, you can see the definition of his muscles as he lifts the seeker into the air. You begin to realize that maybe the reason you didn’t find it so bad that people thought you were James’ girlfriend was because…
Merlin. You have feelings for James.
The world seems to go quiet for a moment, and there’s a sort of ringing in your ears, at the realization.
“Hey! Are you coming?” Lily asks.
You look up from your spot to see that Remus, Dorcas and Peter have disappeared down into the crowd surrounding the team and that Lily is near the edge of the bleachers, waiting to go join them.
You shake your head, “Yeah, sorry.”
You get up and follow behind her, feeling a little queasy at the thought of seeing James up close.
The crowd is wild as people scream congratulations at the team and hug their friends. In the middle you see James, Sirius and Marlene beaming as they eat up the attention. Marlene has her arm around Dorcas’ waist, unafraid to show off the girl she loves. Though Sirius is a loud person, he is a quiet lover and merely grips Remus’ hand beneath his sweatshirt while he talks to others.
Lily grabs your hand and drags you towards the rest of your friends, “come on, you really are slow today.”
“W-wait Lily, no I,” but before you can resist, you’ve approached the rest of the group. Too afraid to face James first you turn and engulf Sirius in a hug, “nice work today Black! I just love to see Slytherin eat shit.”
Sirius gives you a huge grin, “what can I say, it’s one of my favorite pastimes.”
You then turn to Marlene and squeal, “Marls! You killed it out there. You and James were just so fast, I don’t know how you do it!”
“Natural talent” she brags.
You laugh and begin to turn away when you bump right into someone’s chest. They grab your shoulders, “woah there, careful.”
You look up to see James towering above you.
“Hey, Potter” you say, your voice softening.
“Hey, darling. Enjoy the game?” He asks, a small smile on his face.
His smile, it makes your heart melt. And the term of endearment, one he has always used, suddenly makes you flustered. You can feel the heat rushing to your cheeks. You look down at the turf to avoid his noticing and dig your shoe into the ground, “yeah, it was great! You guys did great!”
To your relief, the crowd starts to disperse and the team starts to walk towards the locker rooms.
“Well, uh, see you in a bit. At the party sometime I suppose.” You tell him, before walking off towards the castle.
“Yeah, see ya.” He says quietly.
You only make it a few steps before you hear him call your name. Your heart beats a little faster as you turn back towards him, “Is that my sweatshirt?”
You cringe inwardly as you walk back towards him, “Oh, yeah, sorry. I should’ve asked. I was just cold and nothing in my closet looked appealing. I’ll go put it right back when I get back to the tower.”
“No, don’t. It looks good on you.” He answers.
You feel butterflies in your stomach, “oh, okay. Thanks. And really, nice job today.”
You turn back around and run to catch up to your friends.
*****
When we get back to the castle you immediately go up to your room and collapse onto your bed. All of these new emotions leave you feeling confused, nervous, and exhausted. You decide that maybe you shouldn’t go to the party and should instead just sleep away your racing thoughts…. Suddenly, you feel two plops down next to you onto your bed.
“What are you guys doing?” You mumble.
“We’ll explain when Marlene gets back.” Dorcas responds.
Not even a few minutes later, the door opens and Marlene comes in, throwing herself on the bed.
“Right, I’m here,” she says, out of breath.
“Did you run here?” Lily asks.
“Of course! We have very important business to attend to.”
“We told you to be discreet!” Dorcas scolds.
“I just told James it was a fashion emergency!” Marlene protests.
You lift your head up to look at your three roommates, “what are you lot talking about?”
They share a look amongst each other and suddenly sit up very seriously.
Lily pulls you up into a sitting position as well.
“Shall I start?” Marlene questions.
The two nod their heads, “Right. Well, congratulations, you have feelings for James Potter!”
Your heart drops, “What? No I don’t. What are you talking about?”
“Ah yes, denial,” Dorcas says smartly.
“We were expecting this,” Lily adds.
“I’m sorry, you were expecting this?”
“Yes. It’s been very clear to all of us that you have feelings for James. We just didn’t know how long it would take you to realize. It seems today is the day.”
“B-but, how? I’ve never once thought about James as anything besides my friend until now.”
“She admits it!” Marlene cheers.
Dorcas glares at her slightly, “It’s okay, love. Sometimes we can’t see what’s right in front of us. That’s what happened to me with Marlene, remember?”
You think back to how the two used to interact before they were dating. They were always close and very touchy. You often caught Marlene looking longingly after Dorcas and remember Dorcas always being jealous of Marlene’s other girlfriends.
“But you two were so obvious!” You proclaim.
“So are you and James,” Lily tells me kindly.
“Does that mean he knows?” You nearly shriek.
Marlene takes your hand lovingly, “No, of course not. James is a lot of things, but observant is not one of them.”
You let out a sigh of relief. But then a wave of panic brushes over you, “What am I supposed to do? I can’t even act normal around him now that I know. I just feel all sweaty and nervous!”
“Just be yourself. He already likes you for you.” Dorcas says warmly.
“How can you be so sure?”
“Honey, when have you ever known James Potter to be subtle about anything? He’s always trying to do everything to get your attention. You just aren’t always paying attention.”
You huff and fall back onto your bed, “Merlin, I hate feelings. I wish things could just go back to the way things were.”
Lily grabs your arm and pulls you back up, “well, seeing as things can’t, let’s make the most of it.”
You give her a questioning look.
“The reason Marlene rushed back up here so fast is because we knew you would need all three of us helping you once you realized your feelings.”
“Yeah, no offense, you’re a bit hopeless when it comes to dating.” Marlene says bluntly.
You smack her arm, “that’s not helpful.”
“Everything will be fine” Dorcas tells you, “now let’s get you dressed for the party. You have a certain Mr. Potter to impress.”
*****
An hour later, the four of you are dressed and ready to go. Your friends have put quite the ensemble together, dressing you in a red, cropped sweater with a pair of dark blue mom jeans that supposedly “make your ass look amazing” (according to Marlene) and gold jewelry. After you told them that James said you looked good in his sweatshirt, they decided that your outfit needed to remind him of it (hence the gold and red). Lily is wearing an adorable green sweater dress with brown boots and her hair is pulled back with a clip. Marlene has on black leather pants and a long sleeve, pink, sheer shirt with only her nipples covered. Dorcas is wearing a blue crop top with an open back, black jeans, and combat boots.
“Guys, we look hot.” Lily announces.
“Hell yeah we do,” Marlene agrees.
“I’m sure Mary will love it,” Dorcas teases.
Lily blushes a bright scarlett, “you really think?”
“Absolutely. You look killer, babe.” You tell her.
“You too, Mrs. Potter,” she says, winking.
You roll your eyes at her before taking a deep breath and staring in the mirror one last time, “right, let’s get this over with.”
“Oh yes, let’s get through this terrible party.” Marlene jokes.
We walk down into the common room where music is blaring and people are spread about talking, laughing, and dancing. As we weave through the crowd of people, Dorcas and Marlene are pulled into a conversation with a Ravenclaw friend from potions class. Lily soon leaves you too, after checking that you are okay, to go and flirt with Mary.
Trying to calm your nerves, you grab a bottle of firewhiskey and plop yourself down onto one of the red couches pushed out of the way.
“Did your fashion emergency get solved?”
You jump a mile at the voice coming from behind. You turn to see James leaning over the couch, smirking.
“The what?” You stutter out.
“Marlene said there was a fashion emergency? Was it solved?”
“Oh! Right. Uh, yeah. Lily had simply no idea what to wear to the party. And that’s very important, you see, because she’s trying to impress Mary.”
He leans closer to me, “I think it's working.”
The smell of his cologne wafts to your nose. You can barely breathe as you turn to look to where he’s pointing.
Despite your anxiousness, you can’t help but smile proudly as you see Lily kissing Mary.
You cough awkwardly, “clothes can be a game changer.”
He looks at you intensely, “yeah they can.”
You think about his sweatshirt from earlier. How he liked it, how it made you feel all safe and cozy, how it made you realize your feelings for him.
“You know, speaking of clothes. I need to give you your sweatshirt back, now that I’m done wearing it.”
“I told you you could hang on to it,” he insists.
“But you’ll want to have it for your future partner.” You say quietly.
“What?” He asks you.
You clear your throat, “oh uh, earlier, when I was wearing your sweatshirt, some girls thought I was your girlfriend, because I guess that’s a thing a boyfriend would do- let them wear his clothes. So, of course, you need to have it so you can give it to your actual partner… when you get one. You know, they seemed pretty interested in you, I’m sure I can point them out if you’re interested. They’re pretty too, so…”
You look up at James to see a pained look on his face.
“Hey, are you okay?”
His voice sounds strained as he says, “yeah. I’ll just go take that sweatshirt off your hands then.”
A lump forms in your throat as you nod.
It seems pretty clear to you that James doesn’t like you.
We walk through the crowd and up to your doom. The door shuts behind us and James stays near the doorway as you go to grab his hoodie from the edge of your bed where you put it, neatly folded. You turn to give it to him but his hands remain at his sides.
“James, your hoodie?”
“Was it really that unbearable for you, for people to think that you’re my girlfriend, that you refuse to hang onto it?”
“James, what?”
“Look, I’m sorry. Maybe I shouldn’t be saying this, but I just can’t help it. I want people to think you’re my girlfriend. Because, I like you. I do. And I’m sorry, I know this ruins things, and I know you don’t feel the same, but I can’t keep hiding it any longer.”
You drop the sweatshirt and walk towards James quickly.
“You mean it?”
He nods.
Slowly, you reach your hand out and cup his cheek. You stroke your thumb across his jawline, studying every feature of his face from his hazel eyes, to the slight smile lines around his mouth, and the soft pink of his lips.
“James, I feel the exact same way about you. It took me a bit longer to realize than you, but I do. I really care about you.”
“You don’t know how long I’ve been waiting to hear you say that” he tells me.
Suddenly, he turns you around and pushes you up against the stone wall, “can I kiss you?”
You nod before he catches your lips between his. He tastes like chapstick and mint gum and it’s simply perfect.
You tangle your hands in his already tangled black hair as he grips his hands on your waist.
Eventually, we pull away.
“Maybe we should go back down to the party. People might be wondering where their star player is.” You tease.
“I’ll only agree if you put that hoodie back on. I want to show you off.”
Heat rises to your cheeks, “fine, but turn around.”
He turns around while you change out of your sweater back into his sweatshirt.
“Okay, you’re good to look now.”
He turns around with a huge grin on his face, “my don’t you just look ravishing, darling. I declare you shall never wear anything but my clothes ever again.”
You walk forward and pull him into a hug, “fine by me. I’ve never been more comfortable in my entire life.”
He goes to pull you in for another kiss but you stop him, “later,” you whisper in his ear, winking.
You giddily turn around and quickly escape the room. He chases after you.
Before we enter the common room, you grab his hand tightly. He squeezes it back. As we walk towards our friends, you feel some people staring at the two of you. When we approach Remus, Sirius, Peter, Lily, Dorcas, and Marlene they are beaming like idiots.
“Soooooo…. You two, huh?” Sirius smirks suggestively.
James shoves him slightly, yet still has a goofy grin on his face, “piss off.”
“I’m just glad we don’t have to watch them pine over each other anymore” Peter says, relieved.
“No, but now we have to watch them be all lovey dovey,” complains Lily.
“As if we didn’t just see you getting it on with Mary,” you retort.
“Touché.”
“Wait, so are you two… official?” Dorcas enquires.
We look at each other. “I guess we didn’t officially establish that.” You answer.
“Hold on,” James says to you, letting go of your hand.
He jumps up onto the table, “excuse me, may I have everyone’s attention.”
The room quiets as they all turn to look at him.
“Oh no,” you sigh.
“I have a question to ask a very special someone and I want you all here to witness it!” He turns to you with a huge smile on his face, “darling, sweetheart, apple of my eye, will you go out with me?”
You feel the eyes of dozens of people on you. You even feel the glare of many girls you know would kill to be you right now. Yet even then, nothing can bother you. Because when looking at James, you see nothing else.
“Yes! I’ll go out with you James!” You respond, giggling. He jumps off the table and pulls you in for a kiss. The room cheers loudly.
Safe to say we were the talk of the school for a week.
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